Page 104 of Boss of the Year
It was like I’d given him permission to breathe.
With a groan of surrender, his mouth closed over one aching nipple, and everything else disappeared. There was no more onsen. No more wind in the trees. Just us, the heat of his mouth, and the shock it sent straight between my thighs that was so intense, tears sprang to my eyes.
“Lucas,” I gasped, though I’d already wrapped my around around his head, urging him on.
Again, my hips moved, but this time I rocked more fully into him, seeking the contact, the build as his erection rubbed against my most sensitive spaces.
The clit—that’s where he was. Just a few inches from my pussy. There was no reason for euphemisms. No need to fear what was happening when it felt so incredibly good.
For the first time, I saw how easy it was for people to forget themselves with pleasure—why they called it “losing” your virginity or “falling” in love. I’d never understood when Joni or my sisters had talked about it like it happened by accident. As if one moment, they were making out with their boyfriends, and the next, they had someone fully inside them?
But it could be that easy. Our bodies were so close, literally rubbing against each other, my core aching for more of him, hips testing the friction between his desire and mine with every roll.
It wouldn’t take much. The tip of him rubbing through me, his long length teasing. Just a slight tilt of my hips, and he would be there. Pressing in. Penetrating. Filling.
Oh,God.
A hand on my hip stilled the movements, holding me in place.
“Not yet, you sweet girl.” Kisses worked their way back up my neck. “Right now, you’re going to find what you need, and I’m going to help you.”
I shuddered as he took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked deeply, reverently. “Lucas…”
“That’s it,” he murmured as my hips rocked again, this time swiping my sensitive flesh over him with more urgency. “Take what you need.Fuck, use me, baby, just like that.”
The endearments, paired with his vulgar speech, sent a fresh wave of heat rippling through me, and I moved faster, chasing something I couldn’t quite name as he sucked my nipple into his mouth hard enough to hurt. Just a little.
“Please!” I squeaked, though I didn’t know what I was asking for, exactly. More? Relief? Guidance? Help finding what I couldn’t quite on my own?
As if he understood, his hands directed my hips, helping me find the angle where his cock rubbed my clit in the exact right place with each movement.
“Do you want to come?” That voice was dark velvet in my ear before teeth closed over my lobe, sending another round of shivers down my spine.
“Y-yes.” Every breath was labored. Oh, God, I was so close.
“Do you want to come all over my cock like a good girl? Ride it, Marie. Ride that dick until you fall apart.”
The combination of his words and the relentless pressure pushed me over the edge. I came with a broken cry, convulsing in his arms. He kissed me then, deep and hungry, swallowing my cries as his hands continued to pilot my shuddering movements when I couldn’t for myself.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His words were warm whispers against my trembling mouth. “So beautiful when you let go. So fucking perfect.”
I collapsed onto his shoulder, gasping into his neck. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, grounding me there against the stone and in the water.
He was still hard between my legs.
Hadn’t found his release.
I wanted to help, but what would I say?
I had no idea what to do next.
“Marie.” My name vibrated in that deep baritone. “My sweet, sweet Marie.”
“Lucas,” I murmured as I started coming back to myself.
The steam reappeared in my vision. The lanterns swayed in the breeze. The silence of the ryokan and the fact that my cries had almost certainly echoed over these cedar walls, through the rice-paper doors, and all around the compound, where the rest of Lucas’s team had undoubtedly heard us.
“Lucas,” I whispered again. “Lucas, what have we done?”
