The Boss (The Boss 1)

“Where you can sunbathe topless,” he suggested lasciviously. “I’m going to go get a condom.”

“Hurry,” I told him, lying back on the bed and walking my fingertips down my tummy.

“Never.” He leaned down to kiss me, as on screen the woman in the porn crawled across a bed, speaking softly to a nude man with a truly glorious physique.

“Wow.” My eyebrows shot up. The dude had to have a twelve pack.

“I’m still here!” Neil laughed from the door, but it sounded like he was only half kidding.

The actress reached for the actor’s erection and slowly stroked it, whispering her lines. I slipped my hand beneath my shirt to stroke the curve of my breast.

That’s how Neil found me when he came back, and he stopped at the end of the bed to watch me lazily circling my nipple beneath my t-shirt.

I smiled up at him. “What’s she saying?”

“Oh, um, that it’s all right, her sister won’t find out, but that she’s always wondered what he was like in bed.” Neil shrugged and sat beside me. “I told you it was a stupid plot.”

“No more stupid than ‘It appears our flight is cancelled, would you like to get a room with me?’” I teased, mocking his accent.

He tackle-hugged me, and we rolled together on the bed. He buried his face in my neck and sucked noisily on my skin, tickling me, making me squirm and laugh and gasp all at the same time. Finally, he let up, pinning me beneath him. One hand went to the top of my yoga pants— I wanted to be comfy on the weekends, but I wasn’t quite ready to spring printed flannel pjs on him— and slipped inside. My last giggle died away on a contented sigh as he stroked me. He pushed my t-shirt up with his other hand, cupping my breast, and covered my mouth with his mouth, my body with his body.

I smiled up at him as his fingers found my clit and pressed in slow circles, then I tilted my head back to watch the video. In this position the picture was upside down, but it didn’t hinder my enjoyment any. The woman on the screen ran her tongue up and down the man’s cock, maintaining eye contact with the camera as her fingers curled around him, coated in her saliva.

My reaction to the sight was a bone-deep shudder.

“I prefer scenes like this,” Neil said, nibbling along my jaw. “When it seems genuine. I detest the over-loud, obviously faked enjoyment in some videos.”

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, rolling my hips under him. “I totally agree. I like it much better when it looks real.”

His fingers slipped down, two of them sliding into me. “This is very real, isn’t it?”

“All real,” I moaned. “All for you.”

“You’ll drive a man crazy, talking like that.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt, and I did the same. I’d taken off my bra when I’d changed out of my work clothes, and his hands and mouth were on me before I got my t-shirt over my head. I pulled him back down with me. I loved the way our skin felt pressed together. I loved the weight of him between my legs, the heat of his mouth on my nipple, the roughness of his hairy chest against my belly.

The actress moaned around the shaft in her mouth, and my throat went dry.

“Hey.” I sank my fingers into his hair and gently tugged. When he lifted his head, I looked him in the eye and said, “I want to suck your cock.”

He grinned at me and leaned up, and I started to sit up as well. He placed one hand against my chest. “Stay there.”

I watched the screen as he rose from the bed and stripped naked. The woman in the movie was getting more enthusiastic now, her mouth bobbing up and down her partner’s glistening erection. Neil came back to the bed and knelt over me, a knee on either side of my ribcage. The tip of him brushed my lips, and I opened my mouth, raising my head a little to take him in. I reached up to grip him, and he intercepted my hand, guiding it to the side of my breast.

I could take a hint.

I squeezed my tits together around him, letting my tongue swirl over the head of his cock as he thrust. I was surprised at how much of a tease it was, not being able to suck him deep into my mouth. That only made me want to do an even better job on what I could reach.

Neil’s hand snaked down my stomach, into my pants again, to finger me as he slowly fucked my breasts. I lifted my hips, rocking under his gentle strokes, whimpering as his other hand traced slow circles around each of my nipples in turn.