Page 13 of The Boss’s Obsession
We landed hard on the bed, and I just managed to brace my hands on either side of her and keep my weight from crushing her. Her body fit against mine like we were designed to interlock. All my hardness pressed into her hollows and I felt at that moment that I could stay in that position forever and never be bored.
Sienna’s eyes were wide and fixed on my face. “Are you ok?” Her breathless mutter only made me harder.
“Much better…now,” I admitted.
“I mean, it doesn’t hurt?” she wondered. If it was strange as hell that we were having this conversation while I pinned her to the bed, neither of us was going to be the one to admit it, apparently.
“It doesn’t hurt.”Nothing hurts when you’re here.The thought appeared in my head with perfect clarity. It was true. Since Sienna had started working for me, I’d been more contented than I could remember being in my life. “And you? How are you feeling? Your fever is down,” I noted. The feeling of my aching hard-on pressing between her thighs was maddening. She had to be aware of it, it was impossible not to be. Yet, she made no move to dislodge me.
“I’m feeling much better. I suppose passing out for six hours will do that,” she muttered, her eyes flickering down to my lips. “I should go home, I guess,” she offered after a long moment of silence. I felt pressure in my chest at those words.No.The instinct was too strong to question. The thought of Sienna leaving now was absolutely abhorrent to me.
“Don’t go.” The words left me before I could stop them.
She raised an eyebrow in askance at me.
“I mean, when you work late here, you always stay for dinner.” Those were some of my favorite nights. “Don’t tell me that kiss has made you uncomfortable about me?” I had to bring it up again, now, when her lips were only inches from mine, and her body was welcoming mine, rubbing against it in all the right ways.
Her cheeks turned a pretty pink. “Not uncomfortable. I know it was just a drunken mistake, or… maybe it was just stress relief, right? Like you said before, about the -,” she trailed off, embarrassing herself with her line of thinking. She arched her back subtly and I could feel her core pressing against my dick. Her t-shirt had ridden up somewhere, and there were only my soft lounge pants and her underwear between us. I felt like there was a ball of desire lodged in my throat that I couldn’t swallow around.
“The vibrator?” I wondered, rotating my hips a fraction. Heat blazed across Sienna’s eyes, her mouth dropped open, and a soft exhale left her plump lips. She liked that, and I liked it too. “That little pink toy that you keep to… relieve stress?” I muttered, barely able to think straight at this point. Her hips were nudging against mine, and driving me mad. Was this really happening? Was I really pressing Sienna into the mattress and rocking her against my raging arousal, and was she really arching her hips and meeting my thrusts? I felt like I’d fallen into an alternate universe and never wanted to wake up.
“You remember the color?” she asked, gasping as I hit a particularly sensitive spot between her legs. One of my hands had slid down her side and found the bare skin of her thigh. We both stilled as my skin made contact with hers, and then, she deliberately opened wider for me, raising her leg up my side. I pulled it against my back, urging her to wrap it around me.
“I’ll never fucking forget the color, shape… the feeling of it in my hands, or the image of you… using it,” I bit out as pleasure washed down my spine and pooled at the base.
“You imagined me using it?” she breathed, closing her eyes and arching her breasts against me.
“Yes and no. I imaginedmeusing iton you.” At my words, a breathless groan left Sienna. She clamped an arm around my shoulders and moved more insistently against me, clearly making up her conflicted mind to see this through.
All ideas of whether or not this was a bad idea flew out of my head. Ever since Sienna had given me her notice, nothing had felt ok. Every day had been painful, until this moment. The feeling of oddness and everything being wrong somehow faded, as I touched her. I felt right again, for the first time in a week.
“Fuck, I wish I had it right now,” I murmured against her neck.
“You don’t need it.” Her soft pants against my neck were turning me inside out. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to…” she trailed off, suddenly shy when I didn’t expect it.
“If I don’t stop, you’ll come?” I pushed, moving hard against her, dragging all nine inches of my engorged length up and down her center with purpose. “Then, I guess you’re going to come.” My voice was final, and the knowledge that I was going to blow my load in my pants like a high schooler was certain. I didn’t care. The feeling of rightness filled me to the brim. I was meant to make this woman come apart in my arms. I was meant to hold her closer after, and every day after that. She was mine.
“Ronan,” she started, her eyes wide. The sound of my first name on her lips made my balls ache. I wanted to sink inside her and forget what day it was. But for now, I’d settle for getting her off for the first time, however I could, and that meant driving her over the edge she was hovering at.
“Yes, baby?” I murmured, leaning up to look down at her. She blinked at the endearment. Nothing had ever felt more natural than that word. I fucked her roughly, my hips thrusting, and the clothes between us growing wet with her want. I leaned in and kissed her hard, our first sober kiss.
It was even better than last night. Now, as our tongues tangled and bodies moved in unison, I knew I wasn’t taking her off guard. I knew she wanted me back, just as much as I wanted her and the knowledge made me feel like a king.
“Ronan,” she cried.
“Fuck, I like the sound of my name on your lips. Never call me anything other than Ronan again, got it?” I growled against her cheek, breaking our kiss to tilt her head back and feast on her neck.
“Ronan,” she panted. “I can’t help it, I’m going to-,” she started, and then went rigid all of a sudden. Her body seized up and her eyes met mine. I gripped her chin and stared into her soul.
“You’re going to come, baby, and you’re going to look at me while you do. Let me see how I make you feel,” I urged, and followed her. I hadn’t come from dry-humping since I was a teenager around the back of the football stands. This was nothing like that. This was everything. I spilled in my pants, endless ropes of come that I wished could be emptying inside of Sienna instead of wasting in soggy material. She’d take my load so well, I already knew it, with her young lithe body. A flickering image of her in the office, one of her black fitted dresses covering a swollen belly filled me, and I groaned, coming a little harder. The very thought of this woman carrying my child made me feel things I had no experience with. I’d never considered having a family.
Families got in the way of work. Yet, right now, if I’d had the chance to tear down my pants and push her panties to the side, and press come slicked fingers deep inside her, I would have. I felt possessed, sated, and utterly content for a moment, in the afterglow of my release. Sienna’s hands loosened on my shoulders, and she let out a sigh. I knew that sigh, I felt its twin in my own chest. The feeling of rightness settled over us both.
Then, she sneezed. The movement rocked her body against my sensitive, spent cock and I rolled to the side carefully. My pants felt tight and wet, and she was breathing hard. She sneezed again, and guilt hit me in the gut.
“Are you alright? I’m sorry, you’re not feeling well and-,”
“I’m ok. I feel a bit crap, but… don’t feel bad. I got caught up as well,” she said quietly. Her voice sounded scratchy, and worry hit me. The thought that she wasn’t feeling her best and I’d rutted her roughly like an animal made me simultaneously guilty, and like I wanted to do it all again, this time sans clothes.
