Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

“Fuck,” Jamie said. “Come on, Alex. Please.”

Obligingly, Alex stroked his fingers up to her clit, whispering an ‘I love you’ against the valley between her breasts. She said it back, the words mixed up in another soft moan.

His fingers pressed into her, filling her, and she writhed down against them.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. “How do you want me, baby?”

“More,” Jamie answered. “Fuck. Anything. Just more.”

Alex stroked his fingers against her inner walls.

“More, like that?” It was meant to be teasing, but he didn’t quite hit the right note. He wanted her, too, was so hard that it hurt. But he didn’t want to rush it. His thumb rubbed over her clit, and he slid another finger inside.

“Alex…” She didn’t get the rest out, whatever she wanted to say. Her thighs trembled against his, and her body bucked.

“Yes,” Alex growled. “Give it to me. Come on. I want to watch you. Feel you come.”

A surprised little gasp and she was coming, fingers clutching at his shoulders, and he leaned in to swallow the sounds she made so that they didn’t wake the twins.

When he pulled back, he gave her a moment, let her catch her breath while her heartbeat slowed. But she wasn’t done and he knew it. Once was never enough for them. He looked down at her, with her kiss-swollen lips parted and her hair falling loose around her face, and wherever this was going it had better go quickly because he wanted his cock in her. Needed to feel her around him.

Apparently she felt the same way, because she was writhing again, rocking down on his fingers like they weren’t enough.

“Alex. Come on. Fuck me. I need you filling me up.”

“No please?” Alex teased, despite how much he ached to give her just what she wanted.

She didn’t give him one, and so he kissed slowly down her body to her thighs, letting her feel his breath across her skin, and she squirmed under him. Her hands tangled in his hair and pulled just enough to give him very blatant direction.

He grinned up at his impatient wife, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue sliding between her folds, slow as though he had all the time he could possibly desire, as though he was simply enjoying himself. He flicked the tip of it over her clit, and Jamie tossed her head against the couch, whimpering. He licked circles around her clit and then rubbed it with the flat of his tongue. Jamie moaned, clutching at his shoulders, his hair.

He loved that she had such a strong reaction to him. Couldn’t get enough of him. Alex mouthed at her outer lips, feeling the smooth skin and dipping his tongue to trace between them, tasting her wetness and going up, grazing her clit just barely. Jamie whimpered against her biceps, her fingers tugging again at his hair. Alex didn’t mind. He wanted to feel how much she wanted it.

His hand shifted down to spread her open and he pressed in with his tongue pointed, tracing her opening, all his senses overwhelmed with the taste and sound of her. Of Jamie. The woman he loved more than life itself. He would never stop loving the way he could make her feel. His tongue moved briefly over her entrance before moving up to circle her clit, lightly, teasingly, not touching, making her needy, desperate, begging, waiting till he could give it all to her. Another stroke of his tongue over and around the sensitive little bundle of nerves and then he flicked lightly over it, and if it weren’t for his hand on her hip holding her in place she would have bucked up against him, chasing his mouth with the low sound of pleasure in her throat.

“Alex, please.”

He didn’t pay attention to that, though, his tongue ignoring her clit and going down to taste her again, his hand squeezing rhythmically at her hip. It was all he could do not to take her right there, but he wanted her to ask for it. She gasped his name again, and he slid two fingers inside her. It was an easy glide; she was so wet for him. He licked slow and firmly at the place she wanted it most. Then he closed his mouth on her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue

His hands curled around her thighs, holding her open, holding her still as he teased again, tracing lines over her clit, down along her folds to where she was wet and wanting and empty. He drew circles around her opening with the tip of his tongue until she was begging in words that stumbled over each other.

“Alex, please fuck me. Please. Damn it.” Her voice grew loader. “Now!”

And fuck. That was it. He could help but groan, lifting up enough that he could yank his boxers down, Jamie’s hands aiding him, as eager as his own. Alex tipped her back onto the couch, her legs spread wide, and leaned down over her with his fingers under her knees to hold them there as he pressed inside.

Her arms wrapped around him, dragging him close, and he groaned.

Sh

e gasped. “Fuck. Yes. Alex.”

He moved inside her with long, slow thrusts, and she met them with the roll of her own hips, taking him as deep as he could go. Like this, he could look down into her eyes, read the pleasure moving across her face, and he wasn’t going to last. He let himself move faster, harder. Hungry for her the way he had been since he’d walked into the kitchen.

She felt so good around him. The whole world narrowed down to just the two of them, Jamie in his arms and her hands in his hair, dragging him down into another kiss while her body arched tight against his own. Her cry was muffled against his mouth as she fell over the edge into orgasm once more. This time Alex followed, pleasure exploding through him, leaving him panting and boneless in its wake.

“I’d suggest we do that again often,” he said when he remember how to speak, his head resting against Jamie’s chest, “but I’m not sure that I would survive it.”

Jamie laughed, her body shaking under his with the motion of it, and Alex tightened his arms around her, wanting to just lie there and hold her close for as long as he could. He didn’t want to think about work, or Nicholas, or anything but her. How she fit against him. How much his life meant with her in it. He’d never realized what he was missing before he met her. Now, he knew he couldn’t live without it.