Submitting to the Boss (11 page)

The climax burst from the point of contact,
his tongue on her clit, sweeping through her body, out to her
limbs. She trembled and quaked, cried out, then she literally
wailed as the orgasm coursed through her. It went on and on, until
finally she subsided back against the leather completely
exhausted.

Mr. Gorton pulled away, straightened his
jacket. “You’re right, she’s exceptionally sweet.” He licked his
lips one last time.

Ruby lay splayed before them. She could
barely open her lids to look at Holt.

He hadn’t moved, hadn’t touched himself. But
there was something about the rigid line of his jaw that said he
was only
just
able to hold back.

“What now?” he asked lazily.

Mr. Gorton stroked his chin. “I’d originally
planned on having my cock sucked.” He paused a long second, the
shush of the tires on the road seeping in, voices, a high-decibel
laugh. Then he lowered his voice to a deep drawl. “Now I just want
to fuck her.”

The man was handsome, sexy, a bit like Holt.
And she had Holt’s permission. She wanted him to watch. She needed
him to see how good she was. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands
off her. Or his cock out of her.

Holt pulled his jacket aside and reached for
his inner pocket. A moment later, he tossed a condom at Mr. Gorton.
The man caught it deftly.

“Fuck her, but don’t come inside her,” Holt
directed. “When you’re ready, pull out, take off the condom, and
come on her pussy.”

Mr. Gorton’s eyes sparkled as if he knew
exactly what Holt had in mind for later. Ruby had an inkling, but
it couldn’t be possible. Not with Holt.

“My pleasure,” Mr. Gorton said, then held out
his hand to Ruby. “I want her to take my cock out, stroke it, then
roll on the condom. She should be down on the floor between my legs
when she does it.”

They were doing it again. Talking
about
her. She couldn’t truly say why it made her so hot. It
should have been debasing. But Ruby fell to her knees between Mr.
Gorton’s legs and unbuckled his belt. He’d gone commando. And damn,
he was huge. She glanced back at Holt. He’d shifted on the seat for
a better view, and when he saw the question in her eyes, he merely
tipped his head, shrugged his shoulders, and raised both eyebrows
in a
whatever
gesture.

Ruby wrapped her hand around the man’s
impressive tool. He growled his pleasure as she squeezed and
stroked. He was hard, like steel against her palm, his balls full
and ready. A drop of come formed on the tip, and Ruby couldn’t help
but lean down to taste it. The moment her lips encircled him, he
thrust deep into her mouth. She swallowed, his taste salty but
good.

Holt slapped her ass hard, and Ruby
squealed.

“He said fuck, not suck.”

She would have said
Yes, sir
, but her
mouth was full. So instead, she sucked hard all the way up, then
let his cock pop free of her lips.

“Perhaps I should change my mind,” Mr. Gorton
mused. “She sucks like a vacuum.”

Holt laughed. “But now you’ve made me anxious
to see her get fucked.”

Mr. Gorton suddenly grabbed her by the hair,
held her head away. It didn’t hurt and felt deliciously he-man.
“Then she better get that condom on,” he said. His gaze bored into
her as he tore open the packet with his teeth, then handed her the
latex.

Ruby was practiced, and she had him sheathed
in two seconds.

“She must face me,” Holt directed.

“Perfect,” Mr. Gorton agreed. “That’s how my
wife likes it, so she can lick the woman.”

That’s what he’d said earlier. He was a
pervert married to a pervert. Ruby liked to share herself, but she
didn’t like to share her man. His wife must be a different breed of
woman. But God, would Holt expect her to play out that scene if Mr.
Gorton came here with his wife in tow?

Looking at that mouth-watering cock, his
taste on her tongue and the sting of Holt’s slap on her ass, Ruby
felt a thrill shoot through her. It might be something to try. If
Holt wanted it.

She realized everything now came down to what
Holt wanted. “Take off your dress, Ruby,” he instructed. “I want to
see your gorgeous breasts, and I don’t want the dress blocking the
view.”

“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t supposed to speak,
just do, but she said it anyway, letting him know she’d do anything
for him. Stripping off the clingy material, she tossed it to the
floor of the car. She hadn’t worn a bra, and her nipples beaded
with the exposure.

“Good idea,” Mr. Gorton said. “I should have
thought of that.” Then he pinched her nipple. The touch was almost
painful, sending a flash of heat straight to her pussy.

Looking straight at her, Mr. Gorton lowered
his voice to a murmur. “Tell her to fuck me. I want her to straddle
my cock, take me inside, and fuck me hard.”

She held his gaze a long moment, thrilled by
the dark look of desire. She thrived on men’s desire for her. It
made the sexual high that much greater. Some women groveled for
attention, but Ruby didn’t grovel. If it wasn’t there, she moved
on. But it
was
there, blazing in his dark eyes.

“You heard the man, fuck him. Now.” Holt’s
voice egged her on. He wanted her to take. He wanted to watch. And
that made her higher than ever before.

She kicked off her high heels and crawled
onto Mr. Gorton’s lap. Her back to his chest, she spread her legs
and eased down until her thighs surrounded his condom-clad
cock.

“Don’t think,” Holt seduced with a whisper,
“just do.”

Her clitoris throbbed, and she was slick with
desire. She didn’t need lube. Rising over Mr. Gorton, the silkiness
of his tux caressing her back, Ruby held him aloft. Then she looked
up, and as she took him inside, slowly sliding down, she fixed her
gaze on Holt.

He didn’t watch the cock. He watched
her
. Ruby licked her lips. It had been weeks since she’d had
a cock inside her, but something about Holt’s steady gaze, the
flare of heat in the depth of his eyes, made another man’s cock
inside her that much more momentous. She’d never had anything like
it before, not even with Clay.

Holt had become the only man in her life that
counted.

Chapter Twelve

She was the sexiest, most beautiful thing
Holt had ever seen in his life. Her lustrous hair fell in waves
around her shoulders, and her firm, full breasts, the nipples
tight, bounced as she rode Gorton. Her skin was creamy against the
black thigh-high stockings. Gorton’s cock filled her, and Ruby let
her head fall back. Her clit was a plump bead of desire between her
legs, her pussy pink and flushed. The limo’s interior was scented
with her lust, the sensual aroma of sex and woman. Her sounds drove
him crazy: the slip-slide of flesh inside her, a gasp, a moan, a
harsh breath, and dirty words she probably didn’t even know she
said.

Then Ruby looked at him, her eyes a deep,
dark chocolate, the pupils wide, her nostrils flared like a filly.
She moved her lips, mouthed his name. Even fucking another man, she
needed him. She bit down on her lush lower lip as Gorton hit a
sweet spot inside. The man held her hips and fucked her from below,
taking control of the action for the moment. His cock was like a
piston inside her. Raising both hands to her breasts, she pinched
her nipples. Then she needed more. Her touch drifted down her body
to her pussy, and she rubbed the hot little button between her
legs. Holt could see the moisture coating her fingers, and his
mouth watered. He’d waited so fucking long, and now, instead of
taking her, he’d given her to someone else. But watching her from
the opposite seat, he could no longer deny himself a taste of
her.

In one swift move, Holt dove across the
distance separating them. On the seat beside them, the scent of sex
rising from their fused bodies drove him wild. Gorton grunted with
need, desire, exertion, his legs quaking. The tenor of Ruby’s moans
said she was close to her peak. Bracing himself with one hand on
the back of the seat, Holt bent his head to her, pushed her fingers
away, and licked her clit. The cock was so close, Gorton’s body
right there, testosterone scenting the air. Holt’s tongue slipped,
and he tasted latex and the other man’s saltiness mingled with
Ruby’s sweetness. One leg tucked beneath him, a foot anchored on
the floor, Holt rocked and rolled with them on the limo’s seat,
licking, sucking, tasting as Ruby’s fingers curled in his hair and
held him down for her pleasure.

Gorton gave a guttural growl. “Fuck, I’m
going to come.”

Holt backed off as the man pulled out,
stripped off the condom, stroked his cock, once, twice. That was
all it took. He creamed all over Ruby’s sweet, hot snatch while her
body quivered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gorton said, still
pulsing, still stroking.

A
s the last drop
oozed out and fell onto Gorton’s hand, Holt bent his head to Ruby’s
gorgeous pussy. He licked her clean, took the come, took the sweet
taste of her desire, kept at her until finally she clutched his
hair, her body jerking, and filled his mouth with her climax.

It was more than he’d ever dreamed of; he was
the top cock without even being inside her, the one to make her
come.

Sitting up straight, he pulled her off
Gorton, taking her onto his lap, where she lay limply against
him.

“That concludes our business for the
evening,” he said to Gorton.

The man zipped up, buckled, straightened his
jacket and his tux slacks. He gave Holt a satisfied half smile.
“Indeed it does. You fulfilled my requests perfectly. I’ll sign the
contract on Monday.”

“I’ll have everything prepared for your
signature.”

Gorton leaned down to grab the used condom
and stashed it in a hidden trash compartment on the door as if he
was used to riding—in both senses of the word—in limousines.

“Where do you want to be dropped?” Holt
asked.

“Here is fine.”

Holt hadn’t even looked to see where
here
was, but he didn’t care; the man could make his own way
back. Pushing an intercom button beside him, he directed the
driver. “Let my associate out.”

The car slid to a stop.

“Thank you for a delightful evening.” Gorton
smoothed his hair.

“It was my pleasure.” They didn’t exchange a
word about Ruby, as if the event had been about them, not her. He
didn’t know if she understood or even heard the conversation going
on around her.

The limo door opened, Gorton climbed out,
saluted one last time, and disappeared down the street swarming
with elegantly dressed people. They were in the theater
district.

The driver leaned down. “Where to, sir?” He
didn’t even startle at the sight of a naked Ruby in Holt’s
arms.

“Back home, but take it slow.” Holt thought a
moment. “Drive by the Palace of Fine Arts, then back along
Nineteenth Avenue and Highway 280.”

The chauffeur nodded, closed the door, and in
a matter of moments, the big car was rolling again.

Ruby hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound,
almost as if she’d fallen asleep against him. Holt hauled her up
and pulled her astride him. Her gaze slightly unfocused, Ruby did
nothing more than stare at him.

He grabbed her chin.

“What?” she said softly, not with anger,
simply dazed.

Without a word, he kissed her, taking her
mouth, unleashing everything inside him. Ruby moaned, pulled him
close, arms tight around his neck. He had never imagined her taste
could be so sweet, so hot. In all the years she’d worked for him,
all the times he gazed at her lush lips and thought of them on him,
he’d never suspected how much better reality was over fantasy. She
tasted of Gorton’s skin and her own lush sweetness, like succulent
fruit and sizzling champagne; he tasted of the man’s come. The mix
was potent, mesmerizing. He swooped his tongue into her mouth,
devoured her, backed off. She followed, taking him this time. One
arm like a band across her back, he held her down, riding her
center through his slacks, his cock steel hard. He could stand it
no longer. Pulling on her hair, he dragged her head back, forcing
her to look at him.

“I’ve waited,” he whispered. Forcing a hand
between them, he slid down between her legs, trailed his fingers
through her moist curls. “And I’ve dreamed.” He caressed her clit.
Ruby moaned, bit her lip, the flesh as full and plump as she was
down below. “And now I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” He
took her mouth in a short, hot kiss, backed off again. “Like you’ve
never been fucked before.”

He could have ordered her to undo his pants,
but he was afraid Ruby was too far gone to handle it fluidly. He
pulled the buckle free, unzipped. “Take me out,” he demanded.

Without dropping her gaze from his, Ruby
eased her hand inside. Her warm palm surrounded him. Holt closed
his eyes a moment to enjoy her touch as she stroked him
lightly.

“I never knew how much I wanted you,” she
said softly.

It was like Ruby to miss what was right in
front of her if it didn’t fit in with her plans. He’d been her
boss. Whatever else she might do, she didn’t mess with her job.

“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he
told her. He needed her flesh-to-flesh.

“But—” she started.

He put a finger to her lips. “I haven’t been
with anyone in six months.” Perhaps, in the back of his mind, he’d
been waiting for her. He’d seen the signs; he’d known it wouldn’t
last with Clay. “And I’m clean.”

Ruby swallowed hard, then finally admitted,
“I’m more worried about me.”

“You’ve always used condoms.” It wasn’t a
question; Ruby took care of herself. He didn’t doubt it. “I don’t
care about anything else. I will fuck you without a condom. I will
be the only man who takes you that way.”