Page 52 of Hating the Boss

“No,” she whispered.

My hand ventured down, brushing against the soft, deep blue fabric, passing her abdomen, and stopping between her legs. I could feel heat radiating from her as I ran my fingers in circles across the fabric of her dress.

She let out a shaky breath as her eyes fluttered closed. A quiet moan escaped her lips, filling my ears, and making its way straight to my cock.

“Is this too far?” I whispered.

She whimpered as I increased the pressure of my fingers. I leaned in and pressed my lips to her ear. “I need an answer…” I whispered. “For the guidelines, of course.”

“No,” she said breathlessly.

“No?”

“No. It’s not too far,” she whispered, almost pleadingly, as her back arched and she pressed herself further into my hand. My cock was throbbing, pressing against my pants, yearning for her. I ran my thumb over her before pulling my hand away. She snapped her head up and looked at me sharply.

Was she pissed?

Was she turned on?

Without warning, Sarah grabbed the lapels of my jacket and pulled at them, slipping my jacket down my arms. Her fingers quickly found the buttons of my shirt and began undoing each one until my shirt was on the floor. Her eyes ran over my bare chest, down my stomach, to the waistband of my pants. I raised a brow to challenge her. Push her to go further.

She seemed to think better of it, taking a step back toward the door. I thought she was about to leave, but then she did something unexpected. She turned the lock and pressed her back against the door. She arched her back so her breasts strained against the fabric and it was by some miracle the fabric didn’t give way. Biting her lip, she eyed me. Waiting for me to make the next move.

I slowly strode toward her, running a hand through my hair as my eyes ran down her body. I placed my hands on the door on either side of her head and looked down at her.

“I think I’m confused. Babe.” I smirked. “I don’t know what you want.”

“Yes, you do,” she said, reaching for my waist and pulling me in.

Her mouth crashed into mine. I tasted vanilla and mint as her tongue eased its way into my mouth. My tongue joined hers in a passionate dance, flicking and licking and tasting each other. She tasted fantastic.

As our mouths moved as one, kissing so deeply we were breathing each other in, my hands moved to the back of her dress. Finding the zipper at the nape of her neck, I pulled at it, easing it down the curve of her spine. Breaking away from our kiss, she looked at me expectantly. I slid the dress from her shoulders, the fabric falling away, exposing her breasts. They were even better than I expected. Creamy and full, rosy pink nipples erect with lust. I groaned as my eyes roved over them.

I brought my mouth to her breasts, wrapping my tongue around her nipples, savoring the way she tasted. I could hear her heart beating through her chest as I lapped my tongue against her breasts. She let out a moan of pleasure, arching her back to give me more of a mouthful, which I took eagerly.

As I sucked and nibbled her breasts, she shimmied her dress down her hips until it fell into a pool on the floor. I pulled my mouth from her sweet skin and looked down to see her tiny, black lace thong. I trailed my fingers up her inner thigh until it met the soft fabric between her legs, soddened with anticipation.

I pressed my forehead against hers, looking into her eyes as I slid my finger along the length of her. I felt her lust slick against my skin through the thin fabric. She tilted her chin up, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling slightly. Telling me she wanted more.

I gave it to her, opening my mouth and taking her in a deep kiss, just as I slid the lacy fabric aside. With full access to her wet opening, my fingers were eager to explore as they felt the heat coming from inside her. With a swirl of my tongue against hers, I slid a finger into her, curling it into her. She whimpered into my mouth as I slid another finger in. In and out, they plunged into her slowly as her body quivered against me.

She pulled away from our kiss and watched as my hand worked. My palm moved in circles against her clit, starting to swell with pleasure.

“Is this too far?” I asked, my breath quickening.

“Not far enough,” she groaned.

Her hands reached for the waistband of my pants. She undid the clasp and slid the zipper down, so they fell in a heap on the floor at my feet, freeing my hard cock. Her eyes widened slightly. Trailing her fingers over the tip and down the base, she sent a tremor through me.

Removing my fingers from her dripping pussy, I gripped her hips tightly. I lifted her up, pressing her back against the door as she wrapped her legs around me. My cock was so close to her, my anticipation building until I thought I was going to explode right there against her inner thighs.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts smashed against my chest as she pressed her forehead against mine. We both looked down, watching as she slid down onto my cock slowly. I let out a low moan, feeling her surround me. Clenching tightly with each inch. All the blood in my body flowed directly to my cock as she began rocking against me. Her hips switching from swirling, to grinding, to pumping up and down.

My cock pulsed as it drove deeper and deeper inside her. Her nails dug into my back as she began moving faster, her movements more frantic. The urgency said she was close to an orgasm crashing through her. The thought made my cock twitch, ready to unload.

I gripped her hips tightly, slowing her rhythm as I reached down and swirled my thumb over her swollen clit. She moaned, pressing her mouth against my skin to stifle it. Grinding harder and harder against my cock, she let out a scream muffled by my shoulder as I felt her release. With each throb of her pussy, my cock exploded into her, leaving everything I had dripping into her.

We had gone way past “too far,” and there was no way in hell I could go back now.