The Boss (The Boss 1)

Granted, he was a lot wider than a popsicle, so tongue action was significantly hampered. I couldn’t do much more than slide my mouth up and down him, but he seemed to appreciate it. It takes an enormous amount of concentration to not gag while deep throating in the position I was in, so I couldn’t keep it up for long. I didn’t need to, anyway. He grasped my chin and gently urged my head up.

“Get up here,” he ordered, patting his thighs, and I eagerly climbed into his lap, straddling him in the roomy seat. He pushed his hand between my thighs, under my skirt, and groaned when he encountered the wet crotch of my panties. He pushed the scrap of satin aside and plunged two fingers into me.

“That’s what sucking your cock did to me,” I whispered in his ear, my breath catching as he slowly pumped those wicked fingers. “That’s how much it turns me on.”

The fingers of his other hand dug into my backside through my bunched up skirt, and I kissed him, gasping against his mouth, “Do you have a condom?”

He reached over to the center console, popped it open with the side of his fist and reached in, coming out with one black plastic packet.

“That’s some impressive roadside assistance there,” I giggled, leaning back so he could sheath himself with a bit of uncharacteristic fumbling. He tugged my panties further to the side, the tip of his cock found my opening, and with one hard upward thrust, he filled me completely. I gripped the lapels of his jacket and leaned back, lost in the dizzying sensation of being so intimately joined while still fully clothed. In the back of a car in Manhattan traffic, no less.

Holy shit, is this really my life?

He reached up and popped the buttons on my blouse, then jerked down my bra and fastened his lips around one nipple. I rolled my hips languidly, wishing for more leverage, more friction, but while the Maybach was roomy, car sex positioning was still awkward. Especially with a somewhat tight skirt riding up my thighs.

“Mr. Elwood?” the voice of Tony, the driver, asked over the intercom. “We’ve arrived.”

Neil leaned forward and hit the button to speak. He sounded remarkably composed, mid-coitus. “Drive us around the block once, would you?”

“Sure thing, sir.”

I ground against Neil, clenched my pussy all around him. “Just once around the block?”

“Once around the block so you can button your shirt,” he said, nipping at my bottom lip. “So we can head upstairs and I can fuck you silly on the most immediately available horizontal surface.”

“Horizontal?” I teased. “Where is your imagination?”

I moved to climb off him, and he stopped me. “You can button up while I’m still in you, surely? Let’s not waste the drive.”

I blew a strand of hair out of my face and rolled my eyes at him. “You’re a real pervert, you know that?”

He buried his face in my tits and groaned a muffled, “I know, darling. A total deviant.”

There was that “darling” again. Where the fuck was that coming from?

I pushed his head up and started hastily buttoning my shirt. “You could at least make me come before we get around the block,” I challenged. “I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?”

“You’ve been a very good girl,” he agreed, his fingers skating across my chest before I closed the final button. He pushed my skirt up further, but the slim fit made it difficult. He had to push his hand between my thighs at an awkward angle to reach me.

“How about we make a bet. If you can make me come before we get around the block...” I paused to take a sharp breath as his fingers found my clit at the same time he pressed his hips up. “You can put it anywhere you want.”

A shocked smile curved his mouth. “God, but you are a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

I leaned down to kiss him as the car made the first corner. While one hand was occupied between my thighs, the other encircled my waist, holding me still as I tried to squirm on his cock.

“Isn’t that cheating, if you help me?” he murmured. “You know, it’s almost too easy, you’re not fighting at all.”

“Why would I fight an orgasm?” The position we were in forced his cock tight against my g-spot. Every slow circle of his fingers over my clit made my entire world narrow to the feeling in my groin. A shiver raced up my spine.

The car braked, rocking me, and I moaned. He pumped against me slowly, grinding deeper but never really moving. The hand at my waist slipped down to my ass, urging me up. My knees dug into the seat on either side of him as I gratefully lifted myself, rising until only the head of him remained inside me. I took a breath, ready to drop my hips and take him all the way in, but he clucked his tongue.