The Boss Crush

Snuggling into his jacket, I inhale another deep breath. I can’t help it. The thick musk is creating a new memory of Lyle in my brain, replacing the boy I left in the past with this man. Because the boy is tainted with hate. I hated him that day. I hated him for as long as I could remember after that. I still hate that boy now.

But I don’t hate this man. Not with this night, on this roof, with this jacket around my shoulders.

“I dreamt about a night like this with you.” My voice is a whisper, so light it gets caught by the wind and blown away.

Lyle curls his fingers around my shoulders and lowers his face so we’re cheek to cheek. “What?” he asks, his mouth so close to my ear I can feel him speak.

Twisting my face to his, our lips brush, creating an explosion of sparks across my skin. His eyes are frozen on mine as we just stay like that. Lips to lips, breathing the same air, sitting in silence.

Lyle makes the first move, tempting my mouth with his tongue. I open my lips, accepting him easily. This kiss is the kiss I’ve been waiting seven years for. A kiss with no boundaries. A kiss with no rules or walls, no expectations or defining motives.

A kiss without regrets.

Lyle slips his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back softly, deepening our kiss. My eyes are open, and the look on his face is fierce, hungry, almost painful as our kiss turns from slow and sensual into greedy.

I can see the starvation in his gaze. The pits of his eyes turn dark as a shaded pool as his tongue drives deeper.

We shouldn’t do this. This is wrong.

He’s my boss!

The thoughts creep into my head, then quickly get dashed as he grips my thigh with his other hand. His fingers slink down, moving closer and closer to the wetness between my legs. I’m dripping, I can feel it.

This sensation is irresistible. Even if I want to say no, my body will never let me. His hands feel too good, his lips feel too perfect, his tongue tastes too sweet.

I’m screaming on the inside, already begging him for more with every pass of my tongue over his, and sweep of my thighs over each other to satisfy the throb of my clit.

Lyle moves around so he’s standing in front of me, and drops to his knees as we kiss. Our lips never break apart. We kiss as if it’s our first and our last time, we kiss as if we’ve lost and found each other all over again.

In a way, I guess I we have.

He spreads my legs apart with his hips, working his way in between, as my skirt bunches up around my waist. My heart is in my throat, pounding so loud I wonder if he can hear it too.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

Blood rushes between my ears, drowning out the noise from the street below us. My eyes search his, wondering if he’s second guessing what we’re doing.

His fingers dig into the back of my skull, massaging down my neck with hard strokes, erasing any doubt. He wants this too.

Lyle’s hand keeps moving, lower and lower until both his hands are wrapping my thighs under my skirt. He growls into his kiss, his tongue forceful as it tastes mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth.

“Is this what you’ve always wanted?” he asks between kisses, his voice thick and rough. “Me, taking you how I want you?”

“Yes,” I say with a nod and a moan as his fingers move closer to my pussy. My thighs are shaking, trembling under his touch, and I can’t control it.

“You want to feel me touch you here?” he asks, gliding his fingers down between my tits and circling one at a time. I shake my head yes. “You want to feel me here?” His fingers move down over my trembling belly, and stop just above my pussy. “And here?” The tip of his finger moves tortuously slow and stops at my clit. He doesn’t use any pressure, he just hovers there, over my panties, causing my tender bud to ache and my muscles to convulse with need.

I’m going to fucking lose it if he doesn’t touch me with more than the weight of a feather soon. My hips buck up, attempting to force his touch on me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice sultry and sleek as he cups my mound. “Impatient?”

I nod, fully aware of the desperation in my voice as I say, “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

His smirk thickens, enjoying this game he’s playing with my body. The tip of his finger runs down and then back up my slit, pressing my panties between my lips. The edge of his finger grazes my clit, sending a torrent of tingles across my body. My nipples pebble, turning into stone as he begins to circle my clit with more direct strokes.