Page 37 of Bossing My Holiday
“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intend. I press my nose against her pussy and inhale. Jesus fuck. I can’t stop my groan. “Christ, you smell so good.” I rock into her, rubbing against her leg. I’m dying to be inside of her. I’m dying to feel her slick, hot cunt wrapped around me.
But that’ll have to wait.
Waverly’s gaze is heated, her lips parted. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this out here. But I want to come so badly. It’s been so long since…” She trails off.
“Since what?”
“Since someone has touched me.”
Her confession sends a jolt of desire through me so strong it’s almost painful. This is exactly what I’ve been hoping for, and knowing Tristan is listening, likely jerking his cock… it makes my head spin and my vision grow hazy with lust.
“Is that what you need?” I ask, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “Would you like me to make you come? While he listens. While I watch?” I circle her clit with my thumb, and her back arches off the sofa.
“Yes,” she cries, her hips moving against my hand, even as she tries to bite her lip and keep her eyes closed. Her fists find the cushion behind her head, and she grabs on, already starting to lose control. How has it been that long sincesomeone touched her like this? It’s almost as if it’s too much for her.
“Does that feel good, Sunshine?”
“God, yes.”
I slide her panties down her legs, leaving her naked beneath me. I’m still fully clothed, the fabric of my shirt brushing against her sensitized skin as I lean down to kiss her again.
She tugs at the buttons, frustrated. “Too many clothes,” she complains, and I laugh against her mouth.
“Patience,” I tell her, but I sit back to remove my shirt, letting her hands roam across my chest, my stomach. When she reaches for my belt, I catch her wrists, pinning them gently above her head with one hand. “No. Not now. I want to make you come, and I want him to hear it.”
I shift back on the couch and slide her up so I can lower my head between her thighs, dropping both of them over my shoulders. She’s glistening, and her scent is intoxicating. I look up at her as I lower my mouth to her, maintaining eye contact as I lick a slow, deliberate path from her entrance to her clit.
Her reaction is immediate and exactly what I was after as she sucks in a sharp inhale and releases it as a moan she doesn’t bother to suppress. I repeat the motion and her hands find my hair, guiding me where she wants me.
Not so shy now, are you, Waverly?
I take my time, learning what she likes, what makes her thighs tremble, and her breath catch. When I find a rhythm that has her hips moving in counterpoint, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her cry out.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let him hear how good you feel. Let him hear what he’s missing. You taste so fucking good, Waverly. God, I could eat your cunt for hours.”
Her moans grow louder, less controlled, and I can feel hertightening around my fingers, her thighs gripping my head. I suck her clit between my lips and use my tongue to flick it as I pump my fingers in and out. She’s so wet, so delicious, so needy as she rolls her hips against me, rubbing her pussy along my lips and beard.
I double my efforts, determined to push her over the edge. I want Tristan to hear exactly what he’s missing. What I can do to her. What we could all do together. The thought has me fucking against the sofa, rubbing and grinding, unable to stop.
“Braxton,” she gasps, her thighs beginning to shake. “I’m close. Holy hell, I’m so close.”
I lift my head just enough to see her flushed and desperate, and holy shit, is she the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. “Come for me,” I tell her, fucking her and myself faster. “Come for us.”
The suggestion that this is for Tristan as much as for me is what does it. She shatters with a cry that surely penetrates the thin door he’s behind. Her orgasm triggers my own release, and I come in my pants like a kid, but who cares because she’s coming so hard and it’s so insanely hot there’s no way I couldn’t come to this.
Her body arches, her hands fisting in my hair almost painfully as she rides out her orgasm against my mouth and fingers. I continue until she tugs me away, oversensitive, and then I crawl back up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. She’s boneless beneath me, her eyes half-lidded and satisfied.
She pushes at my shoulder, laughing. “You’re crushing me.”
I roll to the side, keeping one arm around her waist to prevent her from falling off the narrow sofa. She looks at me, her eyes soft with post-orgasmic bliss but also something more searching.
“Did you come in your pants?”
I grin. “Yep. I sure did.”
“Wow. I’m not even sure how to respond to that. It’s kind of hot in a strange way.”
“You’re fucking sexy. I’m not ashamed of it.”
