“That’s gonna get you fucked harder.”
God, he had such a filthy mouth. I chalked it up in my mind as his number-one quality. Or maybe it was giving me an orgasm. Yeah, definitely that, and then his filthy mouth. Maybe I could combine the two and just call it one quality?
He turned into his bedroom and his scruffy cheek brushed up against the outside of my leg. Thank God I wore a skirt today. For multiple reasons, but the main one being that I had shaved my legs the night before.
I peered around the room. It was pretty much the size of my house, with windows running all along one side with a view of the skyline. A gigantic four-poster bed was against one wall.
Ethan pulled me from his shoulder and tossed me onto it. I dug my elbows into the bed and lifted up enough to see him. He stood there, eyeing me like I was his last meal on death row.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes darted to my pussy, and his devilish smirk made another appearance.
Instinctively, I moved to push my skirt down. I wasn’t used to showing myself off to, well, anyone really. All previous sexual encounters had been in a bedroom with the lights off. I started to realize just how inexperienced I was. Then I started to think about all the talking I had to do with Kelsey, because I planned on letting Ethan give me as many big Os as the guy wanted. They were what I imagined drug addicts felt when they shoved a needle in their arm for the first time. There would be serious withdrawals if I didn’t get them on a regular basis now.
“Don’t touch your skirt.” It was a command.
“You’re pretty good at being bossy, you know that?” I smiled, hoping to rile him up again.
No reaction, just that damn smirk still on his face. “Take your clothes off. I’m going to watch.”
I started to protest for fun, and he cut me off mid-sentence. “Then I’ll show you something else I’m good at.”
His words were fire between my legs. I thought about his thick cock pushing into me. If previous events were any indication, I’d probably have a hard time walking tomorrow. The man had a lot of frustration inside of him. This was far better than having it out with him in an argument. Maybe we’d just been doing things all wrong from the beginning.
My mind kept wandering, running through all the things he might do to me. Would he fuck me from behind? I was quite certain there would be spanking and hair pulling. I never thought I’d like being spanked by a man, but fuck all if Ethan hadn’t changed my mind in a hurry on that. Would he pin my legs to my shoulders?
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was touching myself. I moved my gaze up to Ethan, and he stood there, biting his knuckle, watching me circle my clit with two fingers. I started to move my hand away.
“Nuh-uh.” He dropped his fist to his side and shook his head. “Keep doing it. I want to watch.”
Jesus.
I slid my hand lower and slipped two fingers inside. I used my thumb to work my clit as I dipped my fingers in and out of my wetness. I shifted my hips and his bed was already soaked from where I’d dripped down onto the comforter.
Before long my hips were off the bed and I was moaning with my eyes closed, on the brink of another orgasm.
“Not ’til I say.”
He was so demanding about telling me when I could get off. I started to get off just to spite him, grinding my hips and my thumb faster. I opened my eyes and he was standing between my legs, his gaze intense. My eyes moved down and he fisted his cock, stroking it slowly.
“I said not yet.” He gripped my wrist and pulled my fingers out of me. I fought against his hold, but he shook his head. He guided my hand toward my mouth and I held my tongue out.
The exposed wires in my brain touched each other all at once and my heartbeat pulsed in my clit. He put my fingers in my mouth. The sweet scent of what he was doing to me floated into my nostrils as I sucked my fingers clean in front of him.
“Fucking hell.” He leaned over and kissed me hard, thrusting his length over my swollen bundle of nerves. My back arched and my breasts pressed against his chest, only increasing the buildup inside of me.
He leaned back, and in one swift motion gripped my blouse and yanked it apart in the middle. A few buttons rattled off the wall. My chest rose and fell, my breasts corralled tightly by the black bra that matched my panties.
Ethan yanked my skirt down my legs and tossed it aside. He bent down between my legs and exhaled across my clit before kissing the inside of my thigh, barely nipping it with his teeth. My leg quivered at his touch as he ran his tongue and hand in tandem all the way up to my ankle, straightening my leg up toward the ceiling.
“Holy shit.” I stared at the head of his cock positioned at my entrance while he removed the first black pump from my foot.
“Lose the bra. I want you completely naked.” He tossed shoe number one to the floor.
I unclasped my bra in the center and let it sit there for a moment. He gripped the bottom of his shirt with each hand on opposite sides and lifted it over his head.
It was so fucking sexy I almost came as he revealed his abs and chest. He was flawless, chiseled like a bodybuilder, but with a swimmer’s lengthy frame. I raked my gaze from his pecs to his abs to the V lines that led straight to the rock-hard cock he was about to put inside of me.
A warm tingling centered in my clit and ripped through my body. I shrugged my bra from my shoulders, revealing my breasts, nipples hard and erect, both calling for his mouth on them.
He licked up my other leg the way he had the first, and pulled off my other shoe. When he stared down at my body he licked his lips. He shifted his hips so that the head of his cock ran over the top of my clit. My arms fell back behind my head and he reached down and palmed one of my breasts, drawing a circle around my nipple with his thumb.
It was too much to take. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
He leaned down and licked from my neck to my earlobe. “Oh, I’m going to.” His other hand slid to my other breast and he massaged both of them as he licked around the shell of my ear. “Do you remember the first day we met? Near the park?”
I nodded, unable to form a coherent word.
“I asked where you wanted me to come. So is it here?” He tweaked my nipples then reached down between my legs and played his fingers across my wet pussy. “Or here?”
“Jesus.”
He slid two fingers inside of me to the hilt, then pulled them out of me, covered in my juices. His hand lifted to my face and he stuck the two fingers into my mouth. “Or here?”
Before I could answer he shoved his cock inside of me. There was an initial sting and then nothing but pleasure followed. One thrust. That was all it took, and I was about to come all over his dick.
He reached around my thighs with both hands and pulled me onto him, impaling me as he strained and pushed as far inside as humanly possible. I gasped and opened my eyes. He pressed his forehead to mine, our eyes centimeters apart. I looked into his eyes and saw him, everything about him in that one look.
“What’s it gonna be?”
He kept himself buried in the depths of me, a place only he had ever been.
My eyes rolled back into my head. “Wherever you want,” I panted.
He moved both palms to the sides of my face, his forehead still pressed to mine. “Open your eyes.”
I did as he said.
“I want to see you when you come on my cock.”
He pulled back and started a punishing pace. The sound of wet flesh slapping on flesh, and the suctioning of his cock ramming into me, echoed off the walls.
He lifted up and gripped my thighs, spreading them as wide as they would go and then thumbed my clit as he hammered into me.
My nails clawed into the comforter and I tried to shift my hips away, the pleasure too much to take. But his other hand remained on my leg, holding me still while he fucked orgasm number three from my body.
My walls spasmed around his shaft and I let go. I clamped
around him like a vise, ass in the air as he drove into me.
“Ethan!” It was a scream. I screamed his name as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
He drove into me the way he had with the first thrust and fuzzy stars filled my vision.
“Fuck!” he groaned. His one word sent me pummeling off the edge of the cliff. My hips jerked up and down and I bit my lower lip. I didn’t think the orgasms would ever stop, they just kept coming with him buried inside of me.
When I finally relaxed, he slipped his cock out and stroked it furiously. His eyes closed for a moment as I stared at his hand, stroking his glistening cock that was saturated in my wetness. I lifted my hips up from the bed when his eyes opened, offering my pussy as a target, wanting him to mark me. He nodded and grunted.
His hot spurts of come coated me, some of it spraying across my inner thighs and up my stomach. He thrust into his hand a couple more times, until finally his last few drops were milked from his stiff prick.
He stood there in a daze for a moment, his cock still hard. The light reflected off the fine sheen of sweat covering his sculpted body. He opened his eyes, and for the first time, he smiled at me. A genuine, real smile.
It nearly turned me into a puddle of feelings on the bed.
He glanced down to his hand still on his cock, then to my pussy that was covered in his hot spend. He looked into my eyes. “Well, that didn’t take long now, did it?”
We both giggled.
I started to speak and he cut me off. “Shh, don’t say anything. I’ll go grab a towel.”
He turned toward a bathroom attached to his room. I watched his ass cheeks flex and stared at all the curves of the muscles shifting in his back as he walked.
“Holy shit.” I stared down my body, still completely naked and exposed, and leaned up onto my elbows. I reached down and dabbed my finger into some of his come left on my stomach. It was still warm. I put my finger to my mouth, curious about what he tasted like. It was tangy and salty, and I wanted more.
Ethan walked back into the room with a towel. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and without tongue this time. He wiped up all of his come and then wiped it off his cock too. “Don’t think I didn’t see you sample some of it.”
I laughed and grinned. “I wanted to know what you taste like. You got to taste me. It was only fair.”
He leaned down and kissed me again, harder this time with a little tongue action. “You can taste me all you want.”
I hooked my arms around his neck and stared into the brown eyes once more. “Oh, I plan on it.”
Chapter 16
Ethan Mason
I cracked two eggs and they sizzled against the hot pan. Using the spatula, I flicked some of the bacon grease on top of them, hoping Jenny liked her eggs the same way I did. What a fucking night.
“Hey.”
Jenny walked into the kitchen in nothing but one of my button-up business shirts. Her hair was pretty much perfect, like she just woke up that way. She rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Ten a.m.”
“What?” She looked left, and then right, and then down at her outfit. “I’m late for work!”
It was quite the morning entertainment, watching her freak out for a minute. She was gorgeous and cute when she first woke up.
“Don’t worry. I already called and told them you wouldn’t be in today. And they still think I’m out of town.”
She looked like she was still half asleep, trying to figure out the daytime. “You can do that?”
“Umm, yeah.” I nodded and scooped the eggs onto a couple of plates. “I’m kind of the boss.”
Jenny stared inquisitively for a brief second, then shrugged. “Okay.” She walked to the refrigerator and pulled out some orange juice as I set the plate on the island bar in the middle of my kitchen.
“Glasses?”
“Oh, got ’em.” I retrieved two glasses from a cabinet and we sat down next to each other on a couple of barstools.
“This smells good. Never thought you’d know how to cook.” Jenny gave me a nudge with her elbow and flashed me a grin.
How was she so beautiful right after she’d woken up? I watched her as she cut up the eggs on her plate and then I looked around at the house, and then back at her. The place was different when she was there. It felt like a home and not just somewhere to sleep when I wasn’t working.
“So, what do you want to do today?” I stabbed a piece of egg with my fork.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I think we should do some more of what we did last night.”
I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I agree.”
This was nice. I could get used to it. I’d have been lying to myself if I said it wasn’t a relief to have finally moved past all the uncomfortable shit between us. I didn’t have to ask her out for the first time or relive any of that first date horseshit I’d gotten myself into by being a jackass. I was sure I’d screw things up again at some point in the future so I needed to just be honest with her from then on. After the amazing night we had I’d finally realized that we were stronger when we were together as opposed to being pitted against each other.
I glanced over at Jenny and I couldn’t help but wonder what she thought about all of this. Was she excited? Nervous? Did she think she’d made a mistake? I wanted to know more about her—her past and what made her tick.
She set her fork down and looked over at me. “What were you like as a kid?”
I sat there for a few long seconds trying to regain my thoughts. “What?”
“You heard me. What were you like as a kid?”
“Why do you ask?” It wasn’t like my childhood was an off-limits conversation, I just didn’t talk about it much and it took me by surprise.
Jenny ate like a man, shoveling bacon and egg into her mouth. It was fascinating, and made her all that much more intriguing to me—mainly because she seemed relaxed, more comfortable around me.
“Because I want to know more about you, silly.”
Add talking with her mouth full of food to the list of things I liked about her.
“Okay, well, most of my childhood was spent with my dad and my grandmother. And most of it was playing baseball or doing regular kid stuff. I grew up in the city. What about you?”
She stared for a long moment. “What happened to your mom?”
“She left when I was very young. I haven’t seen her since.”
Jenny clutched her fork so tightly I could see the whites of her knuckles. What the fuck? She glared. “Is this some kind of joke? One of your games? Because it isn’t funny.”
Jesus.
“What’s your problem? You asked about my childhood and I told you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I sat there in a daze. Things were going so well, and then she turned to Mr. Hyde. “I’m not sure what to tell you.” I picked up my cellphone and swiped the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling my grandmother so you can ask her.”
She set the fork down and took my phone out of my hand. “Seriously? You’re telling the truth?”
“Umm, yes. What is your deal?”
She looked down at her plate. “I’m sorry. I thought you were just trying to get to me.” She looked back up. “You just put me on edge sometimes. I’m sorry.”
“Why would that put you on edge?”
“My mom left me and my dad too.”
It explained a lot more than her reaction. No wonder we were so much alike, both walking around with that chink in our armor. “So that’s why all the baseball knowledge?” I chuckled.
“Raised by a single father.”
“I know how that goes.” We both smiled and I raised my glass of orange juice. “To dads.”
She laughed and we clinked glasses. It was childish and silly and I loved it. Maybe, just maybe, Matt was wiser than I thought he was, because I found myself mesmerized and caught up in Jenny Jackson in a way
I never thought possible.
“So, maybe we do some more cardio during the morning, and then an afternoon lunch date?”
She resumed shoveling breakfast into her mouth at a breakneck pace. “Sounds good. I just need to call my friend Kelsey and make sure she can stay with my dad. And only if you promise to talk dirty to me.” She glanced over and shook her head, mouth still full of food. “Your filthy mouth does things to me down there.” She pointed below her waist with her fork.
I leaned in next to her ear and cupped one of her soft tits through my shirt, which she was still wearing, tweaking her nipple between my fingers. Her head flew back and a light sigh escaped her lips. “How about I do some dirty shit to you right now in the kitchen?”
“Shit,” she said on a breathy exhale.
—
Jenny and I sat across from each other at the Italian place where the fake first date went down. We decided it would be funny. Both of us were starving after fucking in just about every room of my place, in every position imaginable.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Yeah, about that—sorry not sorry.” I tossed her a playful wink.
We’d stopped by her place earlier to drop off her car and she changed into what I assumed was her out of work attire. She truly was like night and day. A Texas Rangers gray tee clung tight to her and a pair of jean shorts reached halfway down her thigh. And of course flip-flops. She looked comfortable, like her clothes were her transformation from Work Jenny to Carefree Jenny.
“Such a dick.” Her words were playful and she smiled. “You know we have to go back to work tomorrow.”
“I think we should just do this every day.” I reached out and grabbed her hand. My thumb brushed back and forth across her knuckles.
“It’s pretty nice, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
“So how’d you end up a sports agent?”
“Crazy story really. Or not. Matt and I were teammates in college. I was a pitcher and he played outfield like he does now.”
Bossed Page 11