Page 39 of The Boss

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting to take my mouth from his, not even for a moment. I didn’t know if I’d get this opportunity again, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I knew all too well how quickly life could change.

I wasn’t aware we’d moved from in front of my door into my bedroom until he was setting me on my bed and breaking our kiss. My head spun, but I didn’t take my eyes off him as he took a step back. He’d left his shoes out in the other room, and now as I watched, he tugged his shirt forward over his head with one of those one-handed movements that some men managed to make look graceful.

Damn.

I’d originally thought I had no regrets from last night, but now I realized I’d had at least one. Having him behind me for the act itself and then me leaving so quickly had meant I hadn’t gotten to see much of his body.

And what a body it was.

He stood in front of me, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans, his broad, muscular chest gloriously bare. I licked my lips, wondering what it would be like to taste every inch of that skin, to mark it with my teeth.

“Enjoying the view?”

I let my gaze linger on that golden trail of curls a moment longer before raising my eyes to meet his. “I am.”

“Look your fill then,” he said, his smile nothing but wicked. “Because once I’ve tired of you, we’ll be done.”

The words were harsh, but I hadn’t expected declarations of intent and love. The challenge in his eyes made me wonder if he’d said them because he wanted to know if I’d push him away or cry. He’d misjudged me if he thought either of those things were possibilities. I’d faced much tougher things than Nate Lexington.

“And if I tire of you first?”

I almost laughed at the surprise on his face, but I had a feeling that’d earn me another spanking, and my ass wasn’t quite recovered enough for that. Part of me doubted my pussy had recovered enough for another pounding, but I wasn’t going to turn him away. Who knew when I’d find another man who looked like him and could do what he could in the bedroom?

“You might get tiredfromme, but neverofme.” He shoved his pants down, revealing that he’d worn nothing underneath. Then he straightened, and I only had eyes for one thing.

I let out a low whistle. “How the hell didthatfit inside me?”

He laughed as he fisted his cock with languid strokes. Impossibly, it seemed to grow even more. “It was a tight fit.”

My pussy throbbed at the memory.

“Sit up,” he ordered. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

I shook my head. Butterflies took off in my stomach, and I swallowed hard. I slid to the edge of the bed and waited for him to tell me what to do. While nerve-wracking in its own right, I couldn’t help but think how much more freaked out I’d be if I was getting ready to give my first blowjob to someone who wouldn’t have thought to ask and just expected me to know what to do. Sure, I understood it in theory, and I’d had a few entertainment choices that’d given me ideas, but it was actually kind of nice to have someone tell me what to do.

He caught my chin and tipped my face back so he could see my expression.

“Watch your teeth. Breathe through your nose.” His eyes danced with humor. “And remember that a blowjob never looks like it does in porn. It gets messy. If it’s done right anyway.”

My laugh eased some of my tension, but it didn’t stay away long, returning the moment he put his hand on the back of my head and nudged me forward. It was all the prompting I needed. I wet my lips, then flicked out my tongue to lick the tip of his cock, then circled the soft flesh, smiling when Nate moaned in approval.

“More.”

All right. Time to move past using my tongue and start using the rest of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly moved down, taking an inch and then another. Letting the silky skin slide across my tongue. The taste and weight of him made heat coil in my stomach. When I pulled back, I sucked on the hard flesh. When Nate cursed, I knew I was on the right track.

He was far too long, and I was far too inexperienced for me to take all of him, but I intended to do the best I could. I didn’t know if all he wanted was this, but if that was the case, I intended to continue to make it difficult for him to forget me.

His hand pushed at my head, and I took the hint and went down again. This time, I went as far as I could, not stopping until I felt myself start to gag. Now knowing my limit, I reached up to wrap my hand around the base of his cock as best as I could. It took me a minute to get a rhythm that worked, but once I did, I applied myself with my usual work ethic and a hell of a lot more enthusiasm. I’d heard enough women complain about giving head, particularly when men didn’t return the favor, and maybe one day I’d be annoyed enough at men to feel the same, but right now, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I put a hand on his thigh, the hair rough against my palm, muscles bunching as his fingers dug into my hair. I’d put it up in a messy bun, and he appeared to be enjoying the way he could grip it and pull on it. And I couldn’t begin to describe the way it made me feel. The bright pain that somehow managed to move my mind into a strange, surreal place. New and different where all of my troubles and confusion were distant and unimportant – for the moment at least.

When he used my hair to pull me off him, his cock was slick and glistening, curving up toward his stomach, thick and full. I gasped, trying to catch my breath as my mind spun. What had I done wrong? I’d thought he was enjoying himself.

“Clothes off.” His voice was hoarse, but no less commanding.

Oh.

The shirt went first, my nipples already hard and begging for attention. I slid back on the bed, pushing off my pants and underwear as I went. By the time I reached my pillows, I was naked, and Nate’s eyes were nearly black.

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