The Boss's Son Box Set

“Here. I need that,” she said.

Britt wound the light cotton scarf around his eyes like a blindfold and he growled his appreciation of her adventuresome attitude. She stood up to wriggle out of her jeans and when she returned to him, his hands caught her bare thighs and stroked them. Every tiny movement of his calloused fingers divined rivulets of pleasure from her responsive flesh. He worked his hands up to the juncture of her legs and set his fingers there, rubbing, pushing aside her panties and stroking, thrusting into the hot wetness of her cleft. With uninhibited moans, Britt worked her hips against his hand, rising up and pressing down to get the angle and pressure she wanted. Crying out, she reached for him, his mouth fastening onto her nipple through the thin cotton fabric of her tank top, laving it until the nub was hardened, distended with want and his fingers brought her to the edge of insanity. Sobbing out cries of, ‘please, please, Jack’ she found her completion in a jolt of sensation followed by wave after wave of tremors that chilled her entire body with their power.

Already sweating from the intense heat of siesta time, Britt bit her lip at the anticipation of getting even sweatier, even hotter with Jack. Settling onto his lap more securely, she drooped over him, letting him hold her in his strong arms as she came spiraling down slowly from the heights of ecstasy to which Jack had brought to her with only his skilled hand and his irresistible mouth.

Reaching down, feeling with her sensitized fingertips to unfasten the button of his jeans, to slide down the zipper with its rasp that sent a shudder of anticipation through her; just from the sound itself as a herald of what was to come. As she opened the front of his jeans, his erection jutted into her open hands and she stroked him. She reveled in the velvety smoothness of his skin as she felt the length and thickness grow in response to her touch, which was at first tentative and then ever more sure, more excited.

Never had she seen him so aroused, so perfectly ready and masculine. He helped her, raising her hips with his hands and lowering her slowly, slowly over his cock until just the tip penetrated her and set off an unexpected shudder of ecstatic sensation through Britt’s entire body. Tenderly, he eased his incredible length into her passage, deftly, caressingly even. He was aware of every slight shift, every catch in her breathing, every gasp that deepened to a proper moan. He moved inside of her, stretching her, letting her adjust to him and take all of him in.

“Oh, Jack,” she whispered, the cool breeze brushing against her bare skin, relieving the sear of the hot Spanish sun that had been beating down on them.

His fingers dug into her back, holding her still as he thrust up into her. She brought her head down to kiss him, pulling off his blindfold. He blinked in the brightness of the afternoon sun, the pitiless blue sky, and kissed her. She gripped his shoulders as if holding on for dear life as the pounding urgency of his thrusts reached fever pitch.

Nowhere in her mind did she comprehend that they were outside on a hotel balcony in a posh neighborhood in Madrid. All she knew, all she felt was that Jack was inside of her and driving her to the edge mercilessly, relentlessly until she could hold back no longer. With a piercing scream and a shudder, her inner muscles clenched around him and she came, rocking against him to prolong the splintering sensation. He held her, crushing her against his chest and finishing inside of her, his thrusts slamming into her quivering body, weak from pleasure and exhaustion, slick with sweat. His grunts and cries mingled with hers as he pulsed inside of her. She sobbed into his shoulder with the powerful echoes of her release.

Jack brushed his lips along her temple just at the hairline. He made a soft hushing sound and let her weep. His arms were around her, shielding her. Britt clung to him as if she could never bear to let him go again. She felt so close to him and yet heartbreakingly unable to truly reach him. What if he went back to Hong Kong? She realized with a sudden icy revelation that she herself would have to accompany him. The tearing sensation in her chest told her that she could not let him leave her. If he closed the company, and went on tour with his band and walked out of her life, she couldn’t bear it. Just contemplating any separation was too painful, too impossible to fathom.

“Oh, don’t ever leave!” she burst out.

“Why would I ever leave you? Nothing could make me leave you,” he said with a chuckle and kissed her, his stubble scraping her swollen lips.

“Because we’re going back to the real world. We can’t hide like this forever.”

“Sure we can,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “I can afford it. We could literally hide exactly like this in any location on the globe, for approximately forever and not run out of money. We could even move every few months if we felt our responsibilities closing in on us. Do you think we’d throw a dart at a map, or choose someplace specific to run to? I always thought Bali had a nice retreat quality to it.”

“Besides here, I’ve only been to Washington DC and, like, the Jersey Shore, so Bali sounds good. Except you can’t really outrun your responsibilities. I mean, even though Dave’s a complete prick the best I can tell, I know you’d never abandon your crew on the verge of their first major studio album release.”

“I don’t, as a rule, like to let people down, but I can sit here in Madrid and see a significant advantage to living life the Charlie way.”

“What’s the Charlie way? Hide from life and open a bar?”

“The Charlie way is every man for himself, do what feels right and fuck them if they don’t approve.”

“It might get lonesome,” she observed, burrowing her head into the hollow of his neck.

“Not with you by my side. That’s the one advantage Charlie lacks, a beautiful traveling companion. I think, with you, I could out-Charlie the man himself in sheer magnitude of freedom and bliss.”

“I come with strings attached. He may be wise not to entangle himself.”

“I’d rather have your strings attached than anyone else’s or than none at all.”

“I think...I want to g

o back inside now. It’s starting to freak me out that we just...you know, outside on a balcony over a public street.”

“Yeah and we weren’t even quiet,” Jack said, looking a bit pleased with himself.

“Gosh, you’re such a guy! I’m feeling all ashamed and weird and you’re like ‘woohoo I’m a stud’.”

“I would never say that.”

“You know you would. Say it. Say ‘woohoo I’m a stud’!” she teased.

Jack got to his feet, lifting her with him as he went, looping her legs around his waist. Holding her with one powerful arm under her hips he raised the other fist in the air and bellowed, “Woohoo, I’m a stud!” off the balcony for everyone to hear and she dissolved into laughter, scrabbling down off of him and scurrying inside.

“Wait. I’m not done! Yo soy un semental!” he shouted.

“What?”