Teased by the Boss (Tempted Series Book 3)

by Hazel Kelly

  “Think you can wait a few minutes for that ride?” I asked, stroking his shaft as best I could with one hand. It was so swollen my fingers could barely reach around it.

  He let his head fall back against the pillows and smiled. “If I have to.”

  I cupped his balls with one hand and rolled them gently between my fingers.

  His brows came together and I could see his abs clenching all the way up his chest.

  I didn’t really know what I was doing, but it only seemed right to try and return the favor when he’d been so eager to please me. I wanted him to feel confident that I could pleasure him orally, too, but I had to hide my nerves.

  Truthfully, I’d only ever given a few sloppy hand jobs in my life and a few begrudging, fleeting blow jobs. I’d never actually wanted someone’s dick in my mouth before, but right then I wanted to taste Will with every ache in my body.

  I leaned forward and licked the top of his dick, swirling my tongue around it. Then I wrapped my lips around his head and let my mouth water over him. I could feel the strain in my jaw right away from trying to fit him in my mouth.

  I squeezed the base of his shaft tightly with my other two hands and slid down on him as far as I could. I wasn’t even half way when he hit the back of my throat.

  That’s when I realized that I would have to ride him after all. I couldn’t see any way he could fuck my mouth without me getting seriously injured. Still, I felt I could manage well enough to tease him a little. Which he most definitely deserved.

  I slid my mouth back up towards the tip of his cock, sucking as hard as I could. He groaned as he swelled for me. It felt amazing to have that effect on him. I pumped his cock a few more times with my mouth, and when I looked up he was staring at me like he was concentrating really hard.

  “That feels fucking amazing,” he said, putting his muscular arms behind his head.

  I smiled at him and lowered my head again, moving my hand below my mouth to make up for the fact that I couldn’t take him all the way in. I couldn’t believe how fun it was to drive him wild. This was hands down the best goddamn lunch break I’d had in my whole life.

  Suddenly I felt the pressure he was under build even more, and I unwrapped my lips from his cock. “Not so fast,” I said. “I want you inside me.”

  He groaned.

  I lifted myself up and dragged the tip of his dick over my pussy. From the look on his face I could tell I was torturing him, but before I slipped him inside me, I decided to turn around.

  As soon as his tip was in, I could feel him forcing me wide open. I fell forward onto my hands, using them for support as I lowered myself down. Between the wetness from my pussy and my spit on his dick, I was nervous I would slide on too fast and hurt myself.

  But then I felt his hands on my waist and he pulled me down onto him in one swift motion.

  I cried out from the pleasure that ripped through my body, and all my limbs went numb.

  Will kept his hands on my hips, stirring me on his dick until all the breath left my body.

  I let my head fall back and enjoyed feeling full of him.

  “Now bounce on it,” he said, snapping me from my reverie.

  I pulled my knees up to my chest so my feet were on either side of him and lifted my body slightly.

  He bucked his cock up into me and a high pitched whimper escaped my lips.

  “I said bounce,” he repeated.

  I started to slide up and down, dizzy from the energy it took to stay squeezed around him.

  One of his hands lingered on my hip for a moment, but when I sped up, it dropped to the side.

  Soon I was slipping up and down his shaft so fast I felt like I was on a pogo stick. Just when I didn’t think I could handle it anymore he growled and pulled my ass down onto him, pushing up into me so hard I could feel him explode against my core.

  I fell forward onto my hands a moment later and used the last bit of energy I had to swivel my hips around him as he emptied into me. For a moment, I thought I might pass out from the crash of adrenaline that was coursing through my body, but I was reinvigorated by a slap against my ass.

  “You’re incredible,” Will said. He reached forward and pulled my body back so I was lying face up on his chest with his dick still inside me.

  My body was weak all over and the only thing I could feel was my pussy throbbing around him.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Ella Riley,” he whispered into my hair. “You get me so fucking hot I can’t even think.”

  I sighed and said nothing while he gently fondled my breasts.

  Once again I was lost for words, lost in a dream.

  And I wished I would never be found.

  Chapter 6: Will

  Ella was like a rag doll after she came so I let her lie quietly for a few minutes. Her naked body was sunk on top of the thick comforter, heavy with exhaustion. Her skin was flushed all over and her chest was rising and falling slowly.

  She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever had, and my body couldn’t get enough. It was like my craving for her was so intense nothing could satisfy it.

  Not that I was going to stop trying.

  I knew as soon as she snapped out of the haze of pleasure she was under, there was a chance she would start to panic about the seminar, but I wasn’t done with her.

  I stepped into the large bathroom, closed the door, and rang the front desk.

  “Hello, this is Paul at the-”

  “Paul, it’s Will.”

  “Hello. What can I do for you?”

  “I’m just calling to make sure you’re ready for the seminar attendees when they arrive.”

  “Oh yes. Ella has given us all strict instructions and we have extra staff waiting and ready to handle the influx of guests.”

  “Good. Has anyone arrived yet?”

  “No, but we’ve just received a call that the speaker’s plane has landed so everything is going according to schedule.”

  “Did you send a car for him?”

  “We sent one this morning on Ella’s orders.”

  “Great. Do you think you can manage on your own or will you be requiring Miss Riley’s help?”

  “She said she would check in at two, but we can handle everything until then.”

  “I’m pleased that you sound so confident. It seems Miss Riley did a good job helping you prepare.”

  “Yes, of course. She is a complete professional.”

  “Glad to hear it, and good luck this afternoon. I know you’ll make us look good.”

  “It’s an honor, sir. Good day.”

  I hung up the phone, set it on the sink top, and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking back into the room. Ella had rolled onto her stomach and her round ass was poised perfectly in the center of the bed.

  I crawled up beside her and lay down on my side. Then I dragged the nails on my free hand lightly at the base of her spine and over the top of her butt cheeks.

  “Oh that feels so good.” She turned her head towards me and smiled.

  “I really wore you out, huh?”

  “It’s like I died and went to Heaven.”

  “I just talked to Paul.”

  She shot up onto her elbows. “Why. Oh my god. Is everything okay?”

  “Relax. Everything is fine.”

  She collapsed back down. “You scared me.”

  “It sounds like you have nothing to worry about. Paul said you left very clear instructions.”

  She groaned as I scratched near her crack.

  “I have to admit it was a turn on to hear that you were so strict.”

  “I wouldn’t say I was strict,” she said. “I just tried to give clear instructions so everyone would know what was expected of them.”

  “There’s only one problem.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “What’s that?”

  “You’re very dirty.”

  She laughed.

  “And you smell like sex.”

  “I blame you,” she sai
d, her cheek smushed against the bed.

  “I think we should both get cleaned up before we go back to work.”

  “You’re the boss.”

  I stood off the bed and leaned forward to scoop up her light frame. Then I carried her to the bathroom, set her down, and walked over to flip on the shower.

  “That’s the shower?” she asked.

  “Of course. What else would it be?”

  “A car wash?”

  I unwrapped the towel from my waist and pretended to snap it in her direction.

  “Don’t you dare,” she said, jumping back. “Is there a hair dryer in here? I don’t want to come back from lunch with wet hair.”

  “Second drawer there,” I said, pointing. “And feel free to use anything in the makeup bag as well.”

  I watched her bend over the second drawer and felt a stir in my groin.

  “This is all brand new makeup,” she said, sifting through the bag.

  “It’s yours if you want it. All part of the honeymoon suite experience.”

  “Surely if there’s any time you don’t have to wear makeup it’s on your honey moon?”

  “Easy for you to say.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, closing the drawer and standing up.

  “You don’t need to wear makeup.”

  “You’re too kind.” She walked towards me by the shower door.

  “The more naked the better when it comes to you.”

  She blushed and stopped in front of me. “Do you say that to all the girls you bring up to the honeymoon suite?”

  “All one of them,” I said, opening the shower door.

  The steam billowed out against us as I followed her inside.

  She stepped under the rainwater shower head, and I watched the water flow over her curves.

  I grabbed the new bar of soap on the shelf and began working it against the loofah into a lather.

  “Oh I needed this,” she said under the water.

  The droplets dripping over her lips while she spoke filled my mind with filth.

  “I probably would’ve fallen asleep at my desk otherwise.”

  “I’ll have them send up some coffee when we’re done in here.”

  “Good idea.” She stepped out from under the water.

  I switched places with her.

  “Is this a steam room, too?”

  “It is.”

  “How do you suppose the peasants manage without showers that double as steam rooms?”

  “I dare not think of it,” I joked, moving my soapy hands until they were just in front of her. “May I?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, now you ask for permission to touch me.”

  I pressed the loofah to her chest and moved it in small circles across her collarbone.

  She swallowed. “No one’s ever washed me before.”

  I smiled. “Probably because you’ve never been so dirty.”

  She let her head fall to the side. “I suppose you’re right.”

  I lowered the soapy loofah, moving it underneath her breasts.

  She closed her eyes, and I watched the water from her hair drip down her chest through the soap suds as steam rose all around us.

  “Turn around,” I said.

  After she turned her back towards me, I set to washing her again, moving the little scrubber in small circles across her shoulders. When I started to move it over the top of her butt, she sighed.

  “What are we doing, Will?”

  “What do you mean what are we doing?”

  “I mean what is this?”

  “I know what it isn’t,” I said.

  She looked over her shoulder at me.

  “It isn’t a good time for questions.”

  I hung the loofah behind me and pulled her close so her back was under the water. Then I reached around to her front and let my fingers trail down to her mound. As soon as I found it, I slipped my fingers into the fold of her pussy and grew hard against her ass.

  “Is it too soon to have you again?” I asked.

  She turned around to face me, her wet breasts glistening through the mist. “I thought this wasn’t a good time for questions.”

  I reached above my head and tilted the shower head against the wall to my left. Then I put my hands around her waist and lifted her up.

  She put her arms over my shoulders and wrapped her legs around me.

  I pressed her back against the dark granite into the stream of water and kissed her hard while I moved the tip of my cock under her. As my dick spread her open, her parted lips broke away from mine and she let out a whimper that echoed in the glass chamber and filled me with desire. Her pussy was so tight it made my legs weak, but I was more determined to fuck her against that wall than I’ve ever been to do anything.

  So I did.

  I fucked her so hard she had to hold on for dear life, so hard she couldn’t muffle the sounds of her pleasure. I fucked her until she screamed my name.

  And when she did, I filled her with the passion I had for her, emptying myself into her warmth where I wished I could stay forever.

  Chapter 7: Ella

  The rest of the day was a blur. I have no idea how I got through it. Will brought me a coffee while I was drying my hair and gave me a kiss on the cheek to wish me luck with the seminar, and that was the last I saw of him. If my crotch didn’t feel the way it did, I might have thought the whole thing was a dream.

  Then again it kind of was.

  Verbalizing it only made it sound insane. I tried to say it in the mirror a few times, but I couldn’t keep a straight face.

  “I’m sleeping with my billionaire boss.”

  “I, Ella Riley, just had an Earth shattering orgasm over my boss’s face.”

  Maybe if I tried to start small I could do it.

  “I just had sex on my lunch break.”

  “I just had dick for dessert.”

  No matter what I said, I exploded into inappropriate giggles.

  I had to calm the fuck down. I had work to do. The afternoon’s main event was supposed to be making sure twenty five hundred people had a good time, not engaging in a scandalous affair with my super sexy boss.

  Still, I had to make sense of it even if I couldn’t do it out loud.

  Because I couldn’t just continue doing this- him- Will- at all hours of the day and night. Could I? Was that normal? Is this what sexy, rich people did all the time?

  He certainly seemed pretty casual about it. Even the way he moved the shower head so the wall wouldn’t be cold against my back when he pressed me against it made it clear that he obviously wasn’t a novice at this kind of thing. Though I hoped it was his first time in that particular shower.

  But maybe that was naïve.

  This was a guy whose appetite for sex was voracious. It would be ridiculous to think that he was holding out for me all the time, especially when he was basically ready to go again five minutes later. I mean, I knew men were supposedly visually stimulated, and I was lounging around naked at the time, but seriously five minutes?!

  The guy was a freak.

  Of course, he clearly wanted me to think I was special, that he didn’t just fuck everyone’s brains out, but maybe that was just part of his charm.

  It was hard to tell. For instance, the way he looked at me when he was washing my chest was- well- no one had ever looked at me so closely before and with so much affection. It was so sensual. But a second later he was roughing me up against the wall. The dichotomy was so confusing.

  Part of me just wanted to enjoy the good fortune that led me into his bed. After all, if it weren’t for him, I might’ve gone my whole life never knowing that sex had the potential to be so… explosive.

  I probably would’ve kept dating deadbeat losers who couldn’t find their way around my vagina with a map, much less with their tongue. Before Will, I’d never even had a guy take me to a restaurant where silverware wasn’t optional.

  But Will didn’t know that. He coul
dn’t possibly have any idea how pathetic my idea of dating and relationships was before him. And surely he was too busy to make me some kind of My Fair Lady project. Plus, Henry Higgins never asked Eliza Doolittle to sit on his face.

  As much as I wanted to deny it, though, part of me did want to know what was in it for him. Sex obviously, and I was happy to keep supplying it. In fact, considering the way he made me feel, it was a miracle I could ever manage to keep my knees together when he was around.

  But was there more to it? Because if there was more to this than sex then this was a real fairytale. Of course, when I tried to ask him what we were doing, he told me not to ask questions.

  Perhaps that was for the best. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t like what he had to say. Maybe he thought he could give me the best job and the best sex of my life, but that it would be greedy for me to even think of asking for more than that.

  And maybe he was right. Those two things were far more than I ever expected from him or anyone else.

  What I really needed- more than answers- was to not let this go to my head. Just because the sexiest, horniest, richest guy in New York wanted to show me a good time didn’t mean I’d changed. It didn’t mean I wasn’t still just an ambitious college grad living at home with no real right to even associate with the kind of people he did.

  But how could I not want more of the romance I’d had a glimpse of?

  I couldn’t deny that he’d shown me a good time, but he’d also effectively ruined me in the process.

  I was doing just fine for myself before I discovered how charming and funny and sexy men could be, before I knew that it was possible to enjoy good conversation and good sex with the same person.

  Or was I?

  Maybe I was lying to myself all those years.

  Now that I thought about it, every single relationship I’d ever had was a struggle. I always thought I was asking for too much in the past so I allowed for compromises and made sacrifices in an attempt to be happy.

  I saw Jackie have strings of fun, equally meaningless relationships with guys who still owned Play Station consoles and laughed at their own farts. I thought that stuff was non-negotiable, that it was me who was broken because I couldn’t wholly embrace relationships with the immature assholes who wanted me to be their girl.