Page 77 of The Boss
“I…”
“You want to watch them, so watch.”
I look down and see…everything. Some drunken kissing, a hand up a skirt, a naked guy railing someone from behind that I can’t see. A naked woman with two men touching her…everywhere. A couple on all fours with some clothes still on. Aman by himself watches, hand in his pants. Two of the girls watch as well, groping themselves all over.
There are more but I squeeze my eyes shut, finding it all hard to process. Everyone’s moves are languid and almost in sync. Their eyes are glazed too. Must be on ecstasy, or something like it. Something more powerful.
A noise escapes me when one of the men looks up and locks eyes with me for a beat. They can see us here. It’s not a high balcony. A shudder runs through me at the realization.
“They want your body,” Quinn whispers.
“What?”
“All the men. Not the virgin or the princess. You. They want your body. I’ll prove it to you.”
“H-how?”
“Give me your neck and watch.” He puts a rough, hot hand on the back of my neck and twists my head to the side. Then his lips graze the base of my throat, right at the line of my high-necked dress. I whimper at the contact. He hums in response as he moves his kisses up. Each kiss is more. He opens his lips, he sucks, he licks, “Look,” he grunts with a bite to my earlobe. But I don’t know what he means. “Look, now he’s kissing her neck.” I search and see it, two of the different couples, the man is all over the girl’s neck.
“That…I…”
“Untie your dress, Luna.”What?I squeak what was supposed to be a word but he explains, “Trust me. Untie your dress.”
Hands trembling, I pull on the first leather tie, then the second, then the third. At that, Quinn growls, “Too slow.” He tugs so the dress falls but I catch it just before my boobs spill out. He puts his hand over mine across my chest and his voice comes out a deep rumble, “All of them are too high to remember this or I would take their eyes out. Now let me show you how much everyone fucking wants you. Pull your dress down for me.”
I drop my hand but I let him tug the dress down.
“Fuck!” Quinn whispers as he takes one of my tits in his hand and he squeezes, “Look.Look,Luna,” he says before muttering a string of Irish curses.
They…they are all grabbing breasts. Massaging, doing whatever Quinn does to me.
“That…that’s just the X,” I mumble.
“No, because they’re looking at you. Watching you. They wish they were touchingyou.” He adds his other hand, squeezing, pulling, playing with me. And he’s right. They are looking at me. His lips and tongue work up and down both sides of my neck. “Look at the women, too. They want tobeyou, Luna. No one can look away from you. Fuck!” He pinches both my nipples, hard. I cry out. His hands leave me and go to my wrists. He takes my hands and pulls them up to where his just were. “Touch yourself, play with your perfect tits and watch them watching you.”
I do as he says but it’s hard to focus because he…he’s pulling up my dress.
“A thigh blade? Fuck, Luna!” I’m frozen for a second, afraid he’ll take the knife and play with it…on me. I…I’m not okay with that. He hesitates, but, as if he can read my mind, he unclips the holster and tosses it aside. Now my dress is bunched across my middle and cool air meets my skin everywhere else. But I’m not cold.
I’m on fire.
Quinn’s fingers toy with my black thong, back and forth across my lower back. My ass is totally exposed and I’m a live wire. Is he going to spank me? Lick me? Take my virginity right here with some of his men watching?
“How…how could you not know you’re the sexiest woman alive? Damn it!” More Irish curses. “No. No. I need to see you.” He says, then he picks me up and sets me on the railing. I grab his arms for dear life. The railing is thick concrete but it lookslike it’s a million years old. “I’ve got you,” he says as he grips me anew, pulling me into him. One arm is holding me around my back, gripping the outside of my hip, securing me to the banister. His other hand is…on one of my leather boots.
“These boots,” he mutters as his hand travels up the leather to my knee. He’s looking down to my exposed thigh between where my boots end and the dress is bunched up. Then he glances up at my chest, which is rock hard and totally exposed.
He hums, like he’s hesitating, warring internally and…
OH!
He licks my nipple. Once, hard, then he grabs hold with his mouth and sucks. Hums again. Breaks away with his eyes closed, like pulling back took all of his strength. After a beat he opens his eyes and locks them with my own.
“I’m going to touch you and you’re going to watch them watch you.” He says, but he doesn’t move. He studies me.Oh.He’s waiting. I nod and I see something in his eyes both relax and pull tight at the same time.
“Play with your perfect tits, Mancini.” He grits out, his hand moving up my thighs but his eyes fixed on my chest. I do as he says, but I don’t watch the crowd, I can’t look away from him. His angry, carved face is as intense as always but all of the attention is on me. My body. His hand inching up my skin.
He finds my underwear again and strokes my center. I know there's a wet spot there already and he groans when he feels it with his fingers. He bites his bottom lip, still just watching his fingers as they touch me. He moves my underwear aside and swirls his fingers around, and around. Then just barely teases me with the tip of his finger. Then again. Around.And around. Tease. Around. Tease. Around.
