Bossy Christmas Party 2

by Mia Madison

  She takes another gulp then looks down to toe out of her shoe.

  “Shoes stay on,” I command.

  Her eyes fly back up to mine and she inhales a hard breath but she does as I tell her. Her cheeks pinken a little more and she stretches her spine. Like the pressure building in her is too much. I know that feeling too well. I need to fuck her more than I need to inhale. I need to feel her tightness envelop my shaft which is beating at my zipper like a commando squad.

  The ice cap has melted another foot by the time she finally plucks up the courage to do what I told her. Her hands are trembling as she pushes the velvety dress down her torso. The fabric clears her tits and they bob free, bare naked and so fucking delicious I groan out loud. Her pink nipples are protruding rigid from her uplifted mounds and I grip the glass to stop myself from reaching out to pull her down on my lap.

  I need to pinch each of those delectable little peaks between my lips and lave my tongue over the point until I feel that trembling pick up in her.

  But I wait.

  She pushes the dress down her smooth waist and then it stretches across the curve of her hips. Her tits sway temptingly as she works the material slowly down her body and I can see how excited she is, how much she’s loving this.

  I want to tell her she’s perfect and gorgeous and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. But I don’t want to break the spell between us. I want it to remain intact like this constantly. She halts and her eyes fly up to mine when she reaches the mound of her pubis. My eyes are half hooded with lust and the desire to see her gradually reveal her wet slit. I’m swallowing hard every few seconds. We both are.

  Then she does something unexpected. She reaches up to her breast and rolls her own nipple around in a tight little pinch. She throws back her head and moans as she tugs it out hard and I almost lose my load just watching her.

  “Jesus, Aura,” I moan. She’s killing me here. But I can’t lose it. I have to remain in control.

  My words bring her back and now she’s released a little of the hunger consuming her, she pushes the dress down over her clit, making sure not to drag her panties along with it. New panties I notice, not the same soaked pair from when I spanked her earlier.

  Once over her hips, the dress drops to the ground and she steps carefully out so as not to lose her balance on the high heels.

  “You look fucking incredible,” I husk after I’ve taken in every pore of her gorgeous body from top to toe.

  15

  Aura

  Goosebumps rise up overtop of goosebumps as I stand in front of my boss, almost touching his knees except they’re splayed wide and he’s slouched back casually in the chair, gazing at me. I’m not cold. Milo lit the fire from a switch beside the bar tray. Its flames are flickering in the glass surround sticking out from the wall.

  It may be warm in the office but I’m still shivering. It’s the way his eyes are ravishing my nakedness like a vulture over prey. And because my body is shaking with want and desire. And the dirty way I slipped out of my dress for my boss and am standing naked between his legs.

  His eyes leave my face and travel down to my breasts where he lingers, his lids hooded. I take the chance to glance at his belt and see how it’s straining from the bulge at his pants. And it looks massive, way bigger than any normal man’s bulge. Although Milo is the furthest thing from a normal man I now realize.

  My legs shake and with visible tremoring, as his eyes slide down to my the crease at my thighs. My clit starts pulsating and getting wetter. Soon followed by a hot flush rushing to my cheeks when I realize there must be a mark on the material from where my juices are soaking through it.

  “Aura, you’re so perfect,” Milo growls, his eyes eventually moving back up to mine. “You’re like a Goddess standing on a clamshell, a masterpiece.”

  I shiver a little more. His cock looks so huge inside his pants but still, all I want to do is take it out and run my hands along its length. His lips turn up, one side crooked, as though he can read my dirty imaginings. This is no longer a fantasy. It’s happening. His eyes grab mine and as he moves his thick thighs together, his requirement is silently loud and clear.

  I can’t do this.

  I know I shouldn’t. But it seems way too late for that now. And the need pummeling at my skin, enlivening every pore is way too much to resist. I take a step forward and lift my thigh as though to climb onto his lap and straddle my boss.

  But instead, and I blame it on the juices pouring out of my pussy that have soaked right through my underwear, like a little wanton, I step my toe up onto his thigh. My heel buries into his hard muscle and Milo’s eyes roll up into his head momentarily as he emits another growl. This one is low and raw and animalistic. As though every one of his senses has been assaulted. His nostrils flare and I realize he’s inhaling my scent.

  Jesus. What do I smell like? I make a move to climb on top of him but he’s too fast for me. He powers up his abs to sit up and in one swift movement reaches behind me to cup both my cheeks firmly in his large palms. He squeezes and holds the pressure, keeping me immobile as he covers my spread clit with his wide mouth.

  A burst of electric current flies through me and fortunately Milo’s grasp on my ass is supporting me. Still I almost topple from the bolt of powerful light jiggering up my core and back down to my clit. He’s now biting the engorged point through my panties, nipping and compressing the hard flesh in his lips.

  “Oh my god,” I moan loud as I clasp his head for support before I buckle, my fingers clawing through his luxuriant rich hair.

  Then I let out a repressed tail of a scream as his thumb slips under the lace edge of my panties and strokes along the length of my dripping crevasse. He rubs back and forth over my hard clit until I start to spasm on the fat digit. Then he finds the hollow and circles teasingly hovering, before shoving inside my pussy.

  He moans a few appreciative words into my clit, the heat of his breath rendering me into a quaking mess while he plunges his expert thumb into my hole. I can’t bear it. The heat of goodness is pushing and pushing until my skin is stretching too far. I’m going to explode. I’m going to come all over my boss’s mouth.

  Feeling me coming apart, he tears back the side of my underwear and tongues the soaked spread ravenously.

  “I can’t,” I moan.

  That only sets my boss to sucking my clit more avidly, using his lips as pressure and his tongue as a teaser, with his thumb thrusting into my pussy, I lose my mind. My climax sucks back into my core then detonates through every cell with a rush that can only be better than a hit of crack. The pleasure infuses through me until I’m sure I’m melting.

  My limbs feel weak and I need to sink. I must be a dead weight in Milo’s powerful palms.

  “No, baby. I’m not done with you,” he husks.

  Supporting my ass on one hand, he tugs his belt and top of his pants open then lowers the zipper. I watch, shimmering with renewed excitement as his incredible cock leaps out from his black underwear. It stands up rigid, the skin almost translucent and pulsating with lust, a bead like a precious pearl on the tip.

  I tip forward slightly, aiming to take him in my mouth as he did me but again he’s in charge and directs me elsewhere. My boss cups both cheeks in his large hands once again and maneuvers me until my pussy mouth is positioned on his glorious head.

  I inhale a rush of breath as my tunnel clenches with anticipation and Milo slides me down his length. My hands clamp over his shoulders as I gasp in and out, scratching for breath as he stretches and fills me just enough. Enough to feel the burn without a virginal fear of ripping.

  My eyes pop and my mouth stretches open with the sensation of being so thoroughly full of such a beautiful dick. I corkscrew down on my boss’s girth as though I could swallow even more of him, relishing how his steely shaft grazes over each sensitive nerve ending inside me.

  “You feel fucking incredible, Aura,” Milo gruffs, his eyes closely watching me coming apart on
him again.

  “You too,” I gasp, the sensation of him buried inside me hits me every time I move the slightest amount. He smiles like he’s floating on clouds while I undulate on his dick and savor every inch of him.

  And then I want more. More of him, and a frenzy picks up in me. I lean forward and plant my palms on the front of his rigid chest, hooking my fingers onto his shoulders like I’m hanging onto the precipice.

  Mr Locksley seems to be enjoying me taking control as I use his body for resistance to thrust down onto him, impaling myself on his length harder and faster. I’m loving how he lets out deep feral sounds when I clench tightly around him.

  “Oh god,” I moan.

  “That’s it Baby,” he grits. “Fuck yourself on me. Make yourself come.”

  I quiver and push down harder on him. The instant my boss feels my pussy clench around him as my climax builds to tipping point, without losing any penetration or rhythm, he flips me over and throws me over the side of the chair. I’m sprawled back on the seat with my hips elevated on the armrest at perfect angle for him to plunge into me.

  I spread my arms wide and go tumbling over the edge as my boss pounds my pussy, thrusting deep and hard until I claw my nails across the rug and scream his name.

  16

  Aura

  I wake up to see Cutter staring down at me.

  Cutter.

  What the fuck. From one instant to the next I’m wide awake and scrabbling up the sofa, pulling the coverlet up to my shoulders, my knees into my chest. I look wildly around, wondering where I am. Relief suffuses me when I see I’m in my own apartment but Cutter, the vibrator presenter, is here. Naked from the waist up and staring down at me with a weirdly beatific grin on his face.

  “What are you doing here Cutter?” I groan. My head is banging.

  “Getting laid, same as you.” He shrugs, like he’s talking about coming over for coffee.

  Oh my god.

  I screwed my boss, then got blind drunk and brought my hideous co-worker home to spend the night.

  Worst Christmas Office party. Ever.

  “Noooo.” I whine into the blanket. “Did we do it here on the sofa?”

  “Eww. Gross,” he cringes. “I wouldn’t have had you down for that much of a slapper.”

  “Watch it, that’s my bestie you’re trash-talking,” Tai emerges from his bedroom, also topless. He walks around the sofa to kiss Cutter on the mouth.

  “Whoa, TMI of a visual nature” I say. “What’s going on here?”

  “What ya think you’re the only one that can pull a hot guy at the office party?” Tai says.

  “You and…?” I point at Cutter like he’s not there.

  Hot guy? Well I guess he kinda sorta is, in a nerdy kind of way. If you like that kind of thing.

  Tai nods with a huge grin and a squirm. I haven’t seen him this happy in ages. And then my attention turns to my own contentment or lack of it. Why aren’t I snuggled up with my own hot guy for Christmas?

  Has he abandoned me already?

  Couldn’t he have waited until New Year at least so I could gloat over my kid sister when I go home. Tell Daddy yes, I am seeing someone, when he inquires with excess concern. He clearly assumes I’m going to be an old maid. He tells me Mom already had my sister Flor and I by the time she was my age.

  I don’t remember much about the party after my boss destroyed my pussy, beyond tobogganing down the ski slope between his solid thighs. I do remember sampling a ton of different cocktails from the individual bars and taking shots of gluhwein every time Milo and I went up the toboggan run again. With every cupful I was wondering when I could get that incredible cock out of his pants again.

  I fell around his neck and whispered in his ear, the aroma of his masculinity making my pussy clench.

  “Just how long is an appropriate length of time to wait before demanding you fuck me again?”

  Clearly this morning wasn’t long enough. The good news is I didn’t hook up with Cutter instead.

  “What am I doing on the sofa?” I murmur, miserably. “Did you undress me,” I ask Tai when he hands me coffee, “and were you watching?” I demand of his new love.

  Cutter repeats the only word he seems able to utter this morning. “Eww.”

  Fair enough. I must look a fright if it’s as bad as I feel.

  “Milo undressed you and he tucked you into bed,” Tai says.

  “He did,” a smile stretches my mouth into a painful rictus. “Is he in there?” I indicate my bedroom door.

  Maybe he snores and I came out to the sofa. My bed is so small there probably wasn’t room for me to sprawl out beside the hunk, as I do when I sleep.

  “He left,” Tai tells me. “I was on my way to the bathroom and saw him creeping out. He said he had to fly to Tokyo for a meeting.”

  “On Christmas?” I whine.

  “You do remember he’s focused on closing the Haikiddo deal before next year, right?” Cutter snaps.

  “Oh it does know more words than ‘eww’,” I snark, my head is still a jackhammer fit for a road crew.

  “But open your gift from the grotto,” Tai says, grabbing the silvery box from the counter.

  “Mine was the new iPhone.” He does a swift tango around the room with it.

  “Me too,” Cutter says and grabs him for a dip.

  I open the gift and inside is a blue Tiffany box definitely not phone shaped. I pull the lid off to find a gorgeous gold chain with a row of small diamonds offset on one side at the collar bone.

  “Wow, it’s beautiful,” I breathe, thinking I’d still rather have the man over the diamonds.

  “Generous boss you guys have. You should appreciate him a little more,” my bestie says pointedly at me.

  “Believe me I’ve learned to,” I say, laughing and miserable at the same time.

  “Up, you need a farmer’s breakfast for that hangover,” Tai insists.

  I make my evening flight with minutes to spare what with Tai’s constant chattering while I’m trying to pack. The plane is maxed out and people are frazzled. I sink into my window seat and try to stop obsessing. All I can think about is Milo and what he does to my body. What will happen when I go back to work in the new year?

  The steward comes on the speaker reminding us to switch our phones to airplane mode and my stomach sinks when I reach into the pocket in my bag made for storing it at fingertips. In a panic, I yank my bag up from under the seat and tip out the contents on my lap to rummage through them desperately. Then plant my forehead into the tv screen.

  My seat mate is looking at me wondering whether she needs to call for a Marshall.

  “I left my phone at home,” I tell her.

  “Ouch. I’d be, like, amputated without mine.”

  Exactly.

  Now I’ll have to wait until January second to know whether Milo is ghosting me. I can’t call his PA and ask for his number because the office is closed down. I can’t think of any way in the world to reach him. I’ll just have to sit through the holidays nursing my constant obsessing.

  Our first dinner altogether again and my sister is feeling pretty smug about the lawyer she’s dating in Dallas. I can also see Daddy isn’t that pleased that he’s twelve years older than her.

  “And you, Baby Girl?” He asks me, “Are you seeing anyone special?”

  “Oh, I might be,” I say mysteriously and see my sister smirk, assuming I’m making it up to try to compete with her.

  Usually I love coming home for Christmas, sister included, but this year my body aches with insecurity. I need to know. Not knowing where I stand is intolerable. As is the throb in my pussy every time I picture my boss’s face, or remember his amazing cock penetrating me.

  It’s all I can think about and Christmas night, stuffed from too much rich food and horny as hell, I trail my fingers between my thighs to relieve some of the pent up agony stored there. As I stroke absent-mindedly across my folds, picturing Milo’s ripped torso and stubbled jaw, an insistent k
nocking starts to drive me crazy.

  I get out of bed and open my door to locate it and realize it’s coming from downstairs. Someone’s knocking at the front door. At this time of night when everyone else is asleep. This is Texas and maybe I should grab Daddy’s shotgun before I open the door at midnight. ‘You can never be too careful ‘ my father always instilled in his girls.

  “Who’s there?” I hiss, pressing my face up to the wood after getting the firearm from Daddy’s study.

  No answer. Just another insistent tap. I can’t make anything out through the sidelight windows aside from a huge bulky figure in the dark. So I cock the gun and throw open the door, aiming to surprise the intruder.

  “Nice welcome.”

  I look down and see Milo on his knee on the doorstop.

  I drop the gun to the ground and let out a little squeal.

  “Ohmigod I’m sorry. What are you doing here at this hour, fixing to get shot? Y’all know where you are?”

  “I do now,” he grins. “Judging by how you’ve lapsed into Southern drawl.”

  “Are you really here?” I pinch his resistant bicep.

  “I couldn’t wait any longer, Aura.”

  “For what?”

  “It’s been driving me to distraction and I’m not usually a distracted man. You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls. You better not be having second thoughts.”

  “About what?”

  “About Switzerland.”

  “What about Switzerland?”

  “You said if I spent Christmas Day with you, you’d come with me to the mountains. You don’t remember?”

  “Of course I do. Okay, I don’t. I’m sorry, I had a complete blackout after we got together, I was so nervous.”

  “So you aren’t ghosting me? I’ve been a crazy man the last coupe of days. Add to that all the time waiting to claim you finally and I figure you owe me even if I am late for Christmas.”