Employed by the Boss (Managing the Bosses 7)

He sat back enough to let her legs close, pulling the teddy down and off without any lingering. His own followed. Once more his hands pulled her legs open wide, and he settled himself between them, laying her calves over his shoulders. His hands slipped beneath her, cupping her buttocks, and lifted her hips for his mouth. This time, his tongue slid over bare skin.

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; Erica’s back arched, her fingers curling white-knuckled in the sheets. Mark moaned against her, his hands pulling her closer. His tongue flicked over her clit and she cried out. Mark was glad that he lived alone, then, that she could scream for him as much as she wanted.

“Yes,” he said, drawing back just enough to speak. His breath washed hot over slick skin, and Erica writhed. “I want to hear you. Come on, Erica. Scream for me. It’s so fucking hot.”

He pulled her open wider and rubbed his tongue slow and hard across her clit. She shifted, tossing her head back, moving like it would help the need growing hotter between her thighs and at the base of her spine. Mark held her still, and didn’t stop.

“Mark. Mark, I—” Her voice faltered into a sobbing moan, and he stroked harder over the little bud of nerves that was the focus of his attention. “Please,” she begged. “Please. Please.”

Orgasm pulled her body into an arch, her toes curling against his back. He licked quick and light until she shuddered with aftershocks, and then he moved his tongue down, pressed it inside her. Still over-sensitive, Erica whimpered, moving like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to move into the sensation or away from it. He fucked her with his tongue the way he wanted to with his fingers. With his cock.

“More,” she gasped. “Please.”

“More,” Mark agreed, mouth still close enough that his breath washed over damp skin and made her shudder.

Mark stroked the flat of his tongue back up, finding her clit with the tip of it as he slid a finger inside her. Her body jolted with the shock of pleasure. His other two fingers spread her lips, and he drew slow circles around her clit. She whimpered and gasped but he went on with the teasing. One finger, his tongue never touching her clit. His other hand held her hip flat against the bed, keeping her at the mercy of his too-light touch.

Erica sobbed pleasure and need. He knew she could feel the edge of orgasm, just beyond her reach. He could feel how close she was, every muscle in her body pulled tight with waiting.

“Please. Mark. Please.”

He shook his head, and his tongue flicked once across her clit, just that little contact enough to make her hips jump, her spine pulled into a deeper arch.

“Oh hell. Please. I want it. Your tongue, please. Mark. Your fingers. Pretty please.”

And finally, finally, he slid another finger into her, began to move them fast and hard, and he wrapped his lips around her clit, tongue flicking over it. The sound pulled from her throat was a scream. She came for the second time with his name on her lips.

This time he drew back entirely, and looked down at her while she watched him through half-lidded eyes, still trying to catch her breath. He knew he looked a little smug. He rose from the bed, and then his hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her down to the foot of it. He flipped her onto her stomach, and she pulled in a sharp breath. The sound was as much arousal as surprise, he thought.

One of Mark’s hands pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her upper body against the bed. The other wrapped around her hip, tipping them up. He leaned down over her, mouth against the curve of her jaw, and she felt his hard cock slide between her thighs, rubbing against the wet lips of her sex.

“Will you scream for me again, beautiful?” His pitched his voice low and rough in her ear. “You tasted just as good as I thought you would. Do you want to feel me in you? Do you want me as much as I want you?”

“Yes,” she answered, breathless and immediate, rolling her hips so that the hot, hard length of him slid between her legs, over her, the head of his cock bumping against her clit. He dropped his head against her shoulder and groaned and his knees nearly buckled. Fuck, she felt good. When she spoke, he heard the smile that was hidden against the sheets, her pleasure at getting to him. “Yes. Come on, Mark. Fuck me.”

He didn’t need any further urging.

His cock filled her hard and fast, bigger than the fingers he’d had inside her. Erica muffled her cry into the mattress, and Mark moaned. For a moment, he paused, fingers curling tighter on her hip. He wondered if the grip would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Would she mind if it did?

Slowly, he pulled out until just the head was inside her, and then he thrust in again, rocking her against the bed, making her gasp. She met his thrusts eagerly.

“Fuck.” His voice sounded wrecked. “Never letting you go, Erica. You’re perfect. Always knew you were perfect.”

Speech became groans after that, both of them too far gone to find the words, wrapped up in each other. Moans and gasps and the sound of skin against skin filled the room. The world drew in to just the two of them, moments meaningless.

Mark reached a hand down, and pressed two fingers over her clit, letting her rub herself against them as she writhed with him. His thrusts grew faster, his rhythm less steady. Erica curled her fingers in the sheets.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yeah. Come on. Want it.”

He thrust again. Once. Twice. Then he stilled against her, shuddering as an orgasm rocked through him, pleasure singing along his nerves. His head dropped down to rest between her shoulder blades.

“Stay,” he said when he could remember how to speak again. “Stay the night with me.”

“Okay,” she agreed, and he stood, drawing her up with him and into his arms.

Their mouths met in a kiss, and Mark smiled against her mouth, happy.