The Boss (35 page)

"Ditto." I was surprised at how much I'd
begun to like him. "Um, did you want to come back to Neil's place
for drinks?" The words were out of my mouth before I realized it
wasn't really my call to invite him. I looked uncertainly to
Neil.

"No, um, another time I think, Rudy?" There
wasn't any awkwardness in his retraction of my invitation.

Nor was there in Rudy's easy acceptance of
the conversation. "It's very sweet of you, Sophie, but I wouldn't
want to intrude further on your evening. You two have a good
weekend."

He and Neil shared an clumsy, drunken man
hug, and then we went to the Maybach while Rudy took keys from the
valet for a Maserati Granturismo.

As soon as we were inside the car, I
apologized. "I'm sorry, that was really not cool of me to ask
someone back to your place."

"I'm just pleased that you got along so
well." Neil said, leaning against the corner of the seat and door.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger he
added, "And I'm glad you feel so comfortable in my home, and with
me."

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, concern cutting
through my inebriation. "You look super tired."

"I have a bit of a headache. I think I might
need to see the optician.” He blinked and forced a smile. "Let me
stress, this is only a small headache, and not the proverbial 'not
tonight' headache."

"Poor baby." The red wine with dinner had
definitely gone to my head, as had round after round of after
dinner drinks. I slid to my knees on the flat floor of the roomy
backseat and climbed over to his side of the car. I leaned against
his slightly spread knees and lay my head in his lap.

"Oh, this evening has taken a promising
turn." He laughed and stroked my hair away from my forehead.

"I never get to do this," I moaned, sitting
up to reach for his fly. I estimated we'd have about twenty minutes
between the restaurant and his apartment in the current traffic, so
I didn't waste any time unzipping him and reaching inside.

"You could do it any time, you know. It isn't
by invitation only."

"Most of the time, when we're having sex,
it's kind of all about me." My tummy fluttered when I realized what
I was going to tell him next. "Why don't we make tonight about
you?"

"You don't think I take enormous pleasure
from getting you off?" he sighed contentedly as my hand slipped
into his boxers to grasp him.

"I'm sure you do." I pulled his cock free. He
was half-hard and growing beneath my fingers. "I want that, though.
I want to get you off. Tonight, your wish is my command. Nothing is
off the table."

"Oh?" He grinned like a delighted schoolboy.
It was ridiculously cute. "You know my birthday isn't until March,
correct?"

I swept my tongue over my bottom lip and
leaned down, brushing my mouth across the head of his cock. Then,
with deliberate slowness, I licked him from base to tip with the
flat of my tongue. My eyes remained locked on his, and my pulse
sped up wildly. His did, too, I could feel it as I pumped my fist
along his length. I fluttered my tongue against the underside of
the head, along the seam between his glans and retracted foreskin,
delighting in his sudden intake of breath.

"Happy birthday to me anyway, I suppose," he
groaned, dropping his head back.

Still stroking him with my fist, I rolled my
lips over my teeth and took as much into my mouth as I could. I
swirled my tongue around him, bobbing my head slowly, letting
saliva run between my lips, coating him. I wasn't in a hurry. I
wanted to savor this all night.

The truth was, I had been feeling a little...
neglectful. After all, in most of the sexual relationships I'd had,
a blow job had been one of the first activities we'd engaged in.
I'd been sleeping with Neil for two months, and I'd done it twice.
I don't think I'd ever been on more than two dates with a guy
before he was at least dropping mild hints for one.

Neil could have "ordered" me to do it at any
time during our D/s sex games, and he hadn't. Since it didn't feel
like an obligation, I found myself fixated on his pleasure not out
of a desire to impress him, but a bone-deep need to make him feel
good. I paid close attention to his body and his responses as I
sucked, licked, and stroked. His hand in my hair, conspicuously
never exerting too much pressure. His other hand on his knee,
fingers clenching and unclenching in rhythm with his sped-up
breathing. I pushed my head down, flexed the back of my throat
against the head of him, and his hips jerked upward.

"Sorry," he gasped as I gagged slightly. I
lifted my head for just a second, to reassure him. "No worries."
Then I forced myself to relax and took him in, all the way. I have
kind of a secret talent where cock in my mouth is concerned. "Fuck
me, that's incredible," he moaned, and I was so, so grateful for
all the practice I'd gotten on popsicles at summer camp.

Granted, he was a lot wider than a popsicle,
so tongue action was significantly hampered. I couldn't do much
more than slide my mouth up and down him, but he seemed to
appreciate it. It takes an enormous amount of concentration to not
gag while deep throating in the position I was in, so I couldn't
keep it up for long. I didn't need to, anyway. He grasped my chin
and gently urged my head up.

"Get up here," he ordered, patting his
thighs, and I eagerly climbed into his lap, straddling him in the
roomy seat. He pushed his hand between my thighs, under my skirt,
and groaned when he encountered the wet crotch of my panties. He
pushed the scrap of satin aside and plunged two fingers into
me.

"That's what sucking your cock did to me," I
whispered in his ear, my breath catching as he slowly pumped those
wicked fingers. "That's how much it turns me on."

The fingers of his other hand dug into my
backside through my bunched up skirt, and I kissed him, gasping
against his mouth, “Do you have a condom?”

He reached over to the center console, popped
it open with the side of his fist and reached in, coming out with
one black plastic packet.

“That’s some impressive roadside assistance
there,” I giggled, leaning back so he could sheath himself with a
bit of uncharacteristic fumbling. He tugged my panties further to
the side, the tip of his cock found my opening, and with one hard
upward thrust, he filled me completely. I gripped the lapels of his
jacket and leaned back, lost in the dizzying sensation of being so
intimately joined while still fully clothed. In the back of a car
in Manhattan traffic, no less.

Holy shit, is this really my life?

He reached up and popped the buttons on my
blouse, then jerked down my bra and fastened his lips around one
nipple. I rolled my hips languidly, wishing for more leverage, more
friction, but while the Maybach was roomy, car sex positioning was
still awkward. Especially with a somewhat tight skirt riding up my
thighs.

"Mr. Elwood?" the voice of Tony, the driver,
asked over the intercom. "We've arrived."

Neil leaned forward and hit the button to
speak. He sounded remarkably composed, mid-coitus. "Drive us around
the block once, would you?"

"Sure thing, sir."

I ground against Neil, clenched my pussy all
around him. "Just once around the block?"

"Once around the block so you can button your
shirt," he said, nipping at my bottom lip. "So we can head upstairs
and I can fuck you silly on the most immediately available
horizontal surface."

"Horizontal?" I teased. "Where is your
imagination?"

I moved to climb off him, and he stopped me.
"You can button up while I'm still in you, surely? Let's not waste
the drive."

I blew a strand of hair out of my face and
rolled my eyes at him. "You're a real pervert, you know that?"

He buried his face in my tits and groaned a
muffled, "I know, darling. A total deviant."

There was that "darling" again. Where the
fuck was that coming from?

I pushed his head up and started hastily
buttoning my shirt. "You could at least make me come before we get
around the block," I challenged. "I've been a good girl, haven't
I?"

"You've been a very good girl," he agreed,
his fingers skating across my chest before I closed the final
button. He pushed my skirt up further, but the slim fit made it
difficult. He had to push his hand between my thighs at an awkward
angle to reach me.

"How about we make a bet. If you can make me
come before we get around the block..." I paused to take a sharp
breath as his fingers found my clit at the same time he pressed his
hips up. "You can put it anywhere you want."

A shocked smile curved his mouth. "God, but
you are a naughty thing, aren't you?"

I leaned down to kiss him as the car made the
first corner. While one hand was occupied between my thighs, the
other encircled my waist, holding me still as I tried to squirm on
his cock.

"Isn't that cheating, if you help me?" he
murmured. "You know, it's almost too easy, you're not fighting at
all."

"Why would I fight an orgasm?" The position
we were in forced his cock tight against my g-spot. Every slow
circle of his fingers over my clit made my entire world narrow to
the feeling in my groin. A shiver raced up my spine.

The car braked, rocking me, and I moaned. He
pumped against me slowly, grinding deeper but never really moving.
The hand at my waist slipped down to my ass, urging me up. My knees
dug into the seat on either side of him as I gratefully lifted
myself, rising until only the head of him remained inside me. I
took a breath, ready to drop my hips and take him all the way in,
but he clucked his tongue.

"No, no," he admonished. "Stay right there.
Or maybe..." He shifted just a bit, and a shuddering cry tore from
my throat as he rubbed deliciously, barely inside of me. He
grinned. "There we go."

The car took the second corner. I was
panting, rocking my cunt back and forth around him. The broad tip
of his cock stretched the super sensitive opening of my vagina, his
fingers sped up, increased pressure. I held on to the back of the
seat, my breath bursting in ridiculous little mewls I wouldn't have
believed if I heard them coming from anybody else, they were so
porny. "I'm coming!" I gasped, in total disbelief at the sheer
pleasure that shocked through me. He thrust upward, filling me
completely as my pussy spasmed around him.

"Did I win the bet, then?" he asked, pulling
my hips down, hard.

"Fuck!" I slammed my palm against his
shoulder. My head was swimming, my skin covered in goosebumps. He
kept grinding into me, kept touching me, wringing every last second
of pleasure out of my orgasm until I sobbed, "No more!" against his
neck. The car made another turn, and I realized I had stopped
paying attention at some point.

"We're here," Neil said, reaching up to brush
my hair back from my face.

I felt as tired as if I had fallen asleep on
a long car trip. My legs were shaking. My thighs were sticky. Neil
lifted me off his lap and tucked his erection into his pants with
some difficulty.

For my part, I quickly smoothed my skirt
down, even though the muscles of my thighs were jumping and my
knees wobbled as I raised my butt up to wriggle the fabric down.
"How are we around the block already?”

"You were distracted." He zipped his fly and
hit the intercom button. "Thank you, Tony, we're ready to go up
now."

The driver opened my door and I slid out. I
couldn't make eye contact with him. I was positive Neil had fucked
women in the back of the car before - because who wouldn't if they
had a chauffeur? - but all the vehicular shenanigans I had engaged
in during my lifetime had been way more private.

"Good night, Tony," Neil said, buttoning his
jacket with one hand as he walked around the back of the car.

I noted the speed with which he ushered me
through the lobby and into the elevator. We weren't in the foyer of
his apartment before his hands were on me again, and when we did
get inside, he didn't bother to turn on the lights.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered me,
and I knelt on the cold marble. A thrill of trepidation went
through me. Was he really going to do this here? No lube, no warm
up? I slightly regretted my offer of "anywhere."

When he eased into my pussy again, I breathed
a sigh of relief.

"Really, Sophie," he admonished. "You didn't
think I would make you do that, without any preparation?"

He reached beneath me and ripped my blouse
open. Actually ripped it. My cunt squeezed on him, hard.

"You did it before," I reminded him. Then, in
a breathy, put-on voice, I repeated the words I'd begged him with
years before. "'Please? You said
anything
I wanted. I've
never done it before. You could be the first.'"

He grasped my hips in his big hands, then one
thumb slid between my cheeks. "God, but you were a pouty, demanding
thing back then."

The tip of his thumb pushed into my hole, and
hot and cold shivers raced over my skin. "We will do it again,
though, won't we?"

"Absolutely. But not without practice." He
chuckled softly and slowly withdrew from my pussy, inch by aching
inch. "You were so incredibly tight back then, I think you actually
bruised my cock."

A shocked laugh escaped me, and was quickly
overcome by a moan as he thrust into me again. "That's enough talk.
Fuck me."

He did. Holy hell, did he ever. He withdrew
his thumb and slapped my ass, hard. He reached beneath me, gripped
the front of my bra, and jerked it down. One of the straps broke,
but I didn't care. I knew he was good for a replacement. He shoved
my skirt up further, and pounded into me until I was screaming,
wailing, thrashing on his cock in some serious indecision as to
whether this was pleasurable, or agonizing. When I came, it wasn't
a peacefully breaking wave, but an urgent, electrical current that
seized my limbs and sapped my entire body of strength. I collapsed
on the floor, shuddering at the cold marble on my bare chest. He
followed me down, forcing himself into my involuntarily resisting
body, growling in relief.