The Boss (11 page)

I shouted, "I'm coming!" and fervently prayed
I wouldn’t break his neck as my knees clamped on either side of his
head. He moved his fingers in and out, rasping over that delicious
spot, and all the tight, tense sensation that had built up in me
shattered. My legs jerked. One of my shoes flew off. My lungs
emptied on a high-pitched wail. If there were a prize for biggest
orgasm, I would have won it then declined to attend the ceremony,
because the orgasm was reward enough.

I came down slowly, every nerve attuned to my
surroundings with intense clarity. The plush sofa under my back,
the feeling of Neil's hair between my fingers and the heat of my
sopping wet center against his mouth. He lifted his head just as
the touch became too much for me. His fingers remained inside me,
though, pulsing and fluttering. I should have been satisfied, bone
tired, and I knew I would be, eventually. Not until he'd fucked me,
though. Even as his stroking fingers brought me back to the
precipice I'd just fallen from, I knew I wouldn't be satiated until
he was inside me.

"Please," I begged him, trying to drag him up
my body. I needed him to fuck me, needed him so deep in me that it
hurt. I wanted him to fuck me hard, to wear me out. I wanted to
feel soreness in my muscles for days. We'd waited long enough. We'd
waited six years, and that was long enough.

He eased his fingers from me and covered my
body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring that my wet
pussy was plastered against his very expensive trousers. He had to
fuck me, or I would die, I was absolutely sure of it. We could
worry about the dry cleaning bill later.

He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips
before he raised his head. "We have to go upstairs." He brushed my
hands away from the slender silver buckle on his belt, laughing as
he did. "We have to go to the bedroom; it's where the condoms
are."

I let him help me to my feet and balanced
with a hand on his shoulder as I plucked my remaining shoe from my
foot before we attempted the stairs. Halfway up, he stopped me and
pressed me against the wall, burying his face in my neck to nibble
at my throat. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and his hand
fell to the clasp of my bra, releasing it. We left it behind on the
steps, his shoes, as well. Somehow, we made it to the bed, and I
lay naked on the thick white duvet while he unbuckled his belt and
slid his trousers and boxers down.

For the first time all night, my resolve
somewhat wavered. I remembered Neil being big. He was definitely
the most well endowed man I'd ever been with. But in the
intervening years I'd somehow lost my perspective on just how big
he really was. To say he was intimidating would have been an
understatement. Professional porn stars are less well hung.

He correctly gauged my reaction, his
expression grim. "I would understand, if you didn't - "

"No, no. I still want to." I felt like an
asshole. He must have gotten my reaction more than once. Hell, he'd
gotten it more than once from me, because six years ago I'd
practically fled the room. But I'd trusted him to be gentle then. I
didn’t know what I was afraid of now. I knew I had nothing to worry
about. I shook my head, embarrassed. "Sorry. I can't believe I
forgot such a substantial detail."

He laughed, his relief evident. "I was
worried you might have changed your mind."

"Never." I cupped my swollen, slick sex in my
hand and plunged two fingers into my body. His lips parted as he
watched me, and I saw his indrawn breath in the rise of his
chest.

"Please," I moaned, moving my fingers slowly
out, then pushing back in. I plucked at my hard nipple with my
other hand, writhing against the duvet. "Please fuck me."

He got a condom from the bedside table drawer
and sheathed himself, then he was on me, covering me, pinning me to
the mattress. The wide tip of his cock pushed against me, and I
held my breath. My body opened reluctantly, my flesh engorged from
the pleasure he'd already given me. The head of him slipped in
faster than I expected, and I startled at the burning stretch. I
willed myself to relax as he sank into me. That made it easier. I
held onto his shoulders as I opened around him, taking him in.

He braced himself with a hand against the bed
and gasped, "You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"

“No, it’s just... been a long time.” I lifted
up, taking him deeper. He groaned and pulled back, almost entirely
out, before slowly pushing in again.

All my earlier feelings of disbelief
vanished. I was no longer shocked that this was happening, after
such a long time. I was completely lost in the moment, desperate to
commit every sensation to memory, knowing I would never accurately
remember, no matter how hard I wished. When he withdrew, I clung to
him with my cunt and my legs, trying to bring him back. I matched
his every move, rolling my hips, taking more of him on every
thrust.

Everything ceased to matter. Our strange
relationship, our ages, what would happen at work... none of that
remained attached, and for some blissful, sweaty minutes we were
just two people caught up in a primal drive. My fingers dug into
his back, my knees hugged his waist as he pumped into me.

He caught my hand and tugged it between us,
murmuring, "Touch yourself," close to my ear. I moaned when my
fingers encountered the obscene thickness of him spreading me, and
I rubbed my clit furiously with my fingertips, arching and gasping
as I raced toward another climax. My already sore muscles protested
as my body tensed once more, and I muttered nonsensical pleas
against his neck as he sped his thrusts. When I came, I saw bursts
of white behind my eyelids.

Neil wasn't far behind me, shoving hard,
almost too hard, my eager cunt still spasming around him as he
groaned and stilled. The deep pulse of his cock sent shivers of
delayed pleasure through me, and I whimpered, clinging to him.

"Are you all right?" he asked breathlessly,
the persistent throbbing still touching off mini-fireworks for
me.

"Uh-huh." That was the most intelligent thing
I could manage to say.

He eased out and rose from the bed to step
into the bathroom. I cautiously felt my puffy flesh. Oh, I would
definitely pay for that tomorrow. I grinned to myself at the
thought.

"I think this was a really good idea," I
called to him, pushing myself up on my elbows. “It’s been ages
since I’ve felt this good.”

When he came back, he was wearing a pair of
black flannel sleep pants. He stopped beside the bed and smiled
down at me. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No," I admitted. "I'll grab some on my way
home."

"Don't try to be cool," he scolded. "I'm not
kicking you out. I thought we could order room service and see
where the evening takes us."

"Oh ho," I laughed, sitting up and swinging
my legs over the side of the bed. "You want to do this again?"

"Not exactly this. More, and similar. It's
been six years, Sophie. You can't imagine that I've had my fill of
you after just an hour."

The raw hunger in his voice obliterated the
playful mood between us. He looked away, pinching the bridge of his
nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"That was a bit intense. If you have somewhere to be - "

I stood and looked down at myself. "Well, I'm
not exactly dressed for dinner, is my only problem."

Instantly, that playfulness returned, and he
swatted my behind as he moved past me to the dresser. He rummaged
through a drawer then tossed me a soft gray t-shirt. "That's as
covered up as I'll allow you to be in my presence, young lady."

I snorted and pulled the shirt over my head.
It hung to just below my ass cheeks, and had a faded white outline
of Led Zeppelin's Icarus logo on the front. I twirled in it as
though it was an evening gown, and he admired me for a few seconds
before heading toward the stairs. "I'll give you a moment, come
down when you're ready."

* * * *

We ordered
heinously overpriced room service burgers, which Neil absolutely
refused to take any money for. "I understand that we're not dating,
but I think we can go so far as to call ourselves friends at this
point. There's nothing wrong with a friend buying another friend's
meal."

"As long as I get to return the favor some
time," I warned. I didn't like the idea of being beholden to
anyone, especially not a man with money and power. And I didn't
want him to think that's where my interest lay. "Just remember, I'm
in this for hot sex, not hot meals.”

We opened the shade over the huge window and
sat on the long couch, the room service tray between us. While we
ate, we chatted and watched the lights of the skyscrapers and
streets outside. It was a full moon, and the night was almost as
bright as the day, albeit in a weird, fluorescent way. From inside
the soft, warm light of the room, I felt like I was looking out on
an alien world.

"Can I ask you something?" I folded my legs
criss-cross and tugged the hem of the t-shirt down when I noticed
his gaze drop to my crotch. I cleared my throat, and he looked up
with a crooked smile.

"You can ask me anything. I just might not
answer." He dipped two fries in ketchup and bit them, chewing
thoughtfully. "Depending on what your question is."

"Are you living here?" I plucked at the front
of the t-shirt I wore and jerked my thumb toward the loft
overhead.

He took a sip from a bottle of water before
answering. "Just for now. After the divorce was finalized,
Elizabeth had sixty days to move out of our apartment. I spent most
of those in London, but I had to return before they were up. In ten
days, she'll take possession of the house in L.A., and my life can
go back to normal."

I thought it was pretty sad that "normal" for
him was being alone, even though he had been married for two years.
Still, I didn't know all the particulars. I didn’t feel it was my
place to judge.

"Do you want to know what happened?" he
asked, gesturing with a fry. "It isn't tragic, I wouldn't be
offended if you asked."

"I wasn't fishing, if that's what you think,"
I clarified firmly. "But sure, if it isn't tragic, what
happened?"

He shrugged. "We didn't communicate our
expectations well before we got married. She interpreted my not
wanting any more children to mean that I didn't want another child
right now
. And it took two years for the both of us to
figure out that things weren’t going to change for the better."

"Yikes." There wasn't much else I was
qualified to say.

"I certainly don't recommend it. If you ever
find yourself in a similar situation, forging ahead as though
nothing is amiss is definitely the wrong tactic."

"Thanks for the tip," I snorted. I felt
weirdly possessive, though I had no right to be. I didn't want to
talk about his ex-wife. I didn't like the idea of him being with
anyone. And I certainly didn't like the fact that I felt any of
those things. I wiped my lips with my napkin and pointed out the
window, continuing the game we'd started while waiting for the food
to arrive. I drew an invisible circle around the window of a
neighboring building. "What about the people in that one?"

Neil embraced the change of subject gladly.
"They're enormous perverts."

"Really?" I giggled, tipping my head to one
side.

"It's disturbing, the stuff they get up
to."

"What if I wanted to get up to something
disturbing?" A little thrill went through me. I didn't really know
how to do anything truly disturbing, but I was pretty sure he
would.

A slow smile spread across his lips. "Forgive
me, if you've extensively broadened your repertoire in the past six
years, but when we slept together before you seemed to be under the
impression that a bit of light spanking was disturbing."

"I was only eighteen," I reminded him, and I
took a little selfish pleasure in the momentary flash of shame that
crossed his face. "But no, I haven't been going crazy with the
whips and chains."

"Is that something you'd be open to?" He
asked the question so casually it threw me for a moment. He'd
seemed more uncomfortable asking me to eat dinner with him than
asking if I wanted to be chained up.

I cleared my throat. "Well... I'll try
anything once. Though whips might take some convincing."

"Then we'll save that for the second date."
He laughed, and my heart skipped a beat.

"How do you do that?" I shook my head and
smiled to myself, looking down at my nearly empty plate. "It's not
fair that you get to be cool and rich and own a company."

"And I have a huge cock," he reminded me, and
I threw a fry at him. "I suspect what you're perceiving as 'cool'
is the fact that I have the emotional maturity of a toddler coupled
with the libido of a seventeen year old boy, and absolutely no one
in my life telling me no."

"That's a pretty specific and insightful
answer," I mused, dropping my napkin to my plate.

"I've heard it enough. Sometimes shouted at
me in anger. It's not as attractive an existence as it may appear."
He took another sip of water then moved the room service tray from
between us, settling it on the rug at our feet.

"I don't know, I can see at least one upside
to it." I rose on my knees and scooted toward him. "You have this
crazy hot girl who's using you for sex. That has to count for at
least one good thing."

"It's a very good thing," he murmured against
my throat as he pulled me into his lap. His hands fell to my hips,
pushing the t-shirt up. I glanced at the window. "Isn't someone
going to see?"

He lifted his head, gazing out at the city
beyond the glass. "You're right. I suppose we should make it worth
their while, then."

My witty retort was lost in the flutter of
fabric up and over my head, and then Neil's hands and mouth were on
my breasts, and I didn't care if the entire world was watching.