Page 62 of Paper Roses

“You can do anything.” I suck in a sharp breath, the air sizzling in my lungs. I spread my legs wide as he pushes his finger in. He goes gently without lube, but I’ve always liked abit of pain with my sex, and I grab his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside.

His full lips part as he pants gently, and his eyes are wild as he writhes against me. He’s wrapped his legs around my thigh so he can push harder, and I encourage him with broken groans as I arch into the finger penetrating me.

His other hand moves on my cock in a tight, forceful grip that turns me on more than anything. I feel my balls tighten.

“Going to come,” I gasp.

“Do it,” he says, watching me avidly, licking his lips. “I want to see.”

He firms his grip, and my buttocks tighten as I come all over his hand.

“Jesus.” I fall back onto the mattress. “Jesus Christ.” I’m breathing like I’ve run a marathon. Even though I’ve just come my brains out, my dick gives a hopeful twitch as I watch him bring his come-covered hand to his mouth. He darts a look at me and then licks his fingers delicately.

“Mmm,” he says throatily.

I groan, aware of how hard he is as he rocks against me.

“Come here,” I demand, rising and pushing him onto his back. “You took care of me so well,” I whisper, hovering over him. He swallows hard, and I kiss him to taste the tartness of my come on his tongue. I pull back. “Now I’m going to take care of you.”

I watch, awed, as he spreads his legs and lies back, giving me carte blanche. I lower myself, and he arches up to me, his slim body a beautiful line. His cock is slim and long, red-tipped and angry-looking. Precome slides from his slit. I sweep down and lick it, taking the taste to the back of my tongue.

“You taste delicious,” I growl.

He fists the sheets, his whole body mine to look at.Mine, I repeat silently. He’s so beautiful to me it’s almost overwhelming, and I commit the sight of him to my memory.

“Please,” he groans. “Ohplease, Jed.”

I lean down to take his cock into my mouth, sucking it with ease down the back of my throat. He’s so primed, it only takes a few hard sucks and he’s screaming out my name and flooding my mouth with come. I gulp it down greedily before pulling off and licking every drop from his cock as he whines and writhes on the sheets.

Only then do I fall back on the bed, savouring the taste of him. “Jesus,” I say dazedly. “Jesus.”

“Mmm,” Artie says in a hoarse whisper. “That wassolovely.”

He snuggles up to me, and I feel a kiss on my shoulder. Within seconds, his breathing evens out and his body goes lax in sleep. I stare at him in disbelief and a certain amount of amusement. Oh, to be young again and sleep at the drop of a hat.

I ponder my feelings cautiously. I should feel awful. My usual bout of disloyalty to Mick should be battling with worry over taking advantage of Artie. I should be worrying about tomorrow, too. I should probably also be wondering if my mother’s cocktails have some sort of sex agent embedded in them.

But all that worry sounds very tiring, so I roll into Artie, wrapping my arms around him, nestling my face in his neck, and inhaling the sweet scent of his hair. Worry can wait. I drop off the edge of the waking world with his warm body in my arms.

nine

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artie

“So, the plastering is done in the lounge, but we’ll have to leave it to dry before the decorators come in,” the builder says. “I picked up the wallpaper you chose the other day, so we’re all ready.”

“Whatever you say,” I say distractedly. My powers of concentration are occupied by listening for Jed moving around upstairs.

He’d been fast asleep when I woke this morning, one arm shoved under his pillow, his long body stretched out under the covers. I’d spent a few embarrassing minutes watching him. With all his energy and intensity at rest, he looks so much younger.

He’d been cuddling me close when I first woke, and I’d been reluctant to move and let go of the feeling of warmth and safety.

I’d watched until he stirred, his nose wrinkling as though he’d become aware of my creepy scrutiny, and then I’d skedaddled out of the bed as quickly as possible. I’d crept around the bedroom like a thief and had the quickest shower possible, regretting I had to wash away the scent of him on my skin.

It had been thrilling to find small bruises on my hips—tiny, purple, smudged memories of his fingers holding me tight as he gave me the best blowjob of my life. He’d held me so tight, his mouth wet and the suction powerful, and I’d come so hard I’d seen spots.

The idea that it was Jed—my controlled and remote boss—doing all those things to me made it even more erotic. The way he’d made my body feel was so easy to define—pure heat and pleasure. But my emotions are all mixed up, swishing and churning like a washing machine.

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