Best of Penny Wylder: Boss Romance

by Wylder, Penny

  “Lucky for me, I don't want your name.”

  He chuckles, twisting to face me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. The move is firm, but not forceful. It's strong, but not rough. It's exactly what I need tonight.

  “So,” he says, drawing small circles with his thumb over the small of my back, “what's a girl like you doing here all alone? You realize there are dangerous people in this city that would love to take advantage of a vulnerable woman.”

  I smile, titling my head so my lips are almost touching his. “Good thing I'm not vulnerable.” Winking, my grin widens as I press my tits against his body.

  I want him to know exactly where my mind is. I don't want him to question what he's doing, or how far he can take it. There isn't a delicate bone in my body right now. I want it, and I want him to give it to me. He has an open invitation to take what he wants, so long as I get mine too.

  “You want to dance?” he asks, looking past me onto the dance floor.

  He doesn't wait for my answer. The man pulls me into the mass of people, his body rolling and moving in ways I've never seen from a man.

  His hips rock, gyrating up as I grind against his thigh. His hands are all over my body. Running down my back, sweeping over my shoulders, tickling up my ribs. He pulls me close, breathing hot air down my neck as he places a delicate kiss on the curve of my jaw.

  “Mm,” I moan, the soft coo rolls off my tongue easily.

  Twisting, I rub my ass against his growing hard-on as I wrap an arm around his neck. My fingers are in his hair, tugging gently as I shake my ass.

  His fingers slip down my sides, tracing the outside of my breasts. He grunts, nipping at my neck as he plants another kiss. My eyes close as I let any reservations about what I'm doing dissolve.

  This isn't a night for regrets, it's for pleasure.

  Flat hands move up my stomach and over my tits. My nipples are hard, perking with the attention. I feel him shift his hips, pressing his erection against my ass.

  Oh wow. . .

  I can feel how big he is, how thick, how hard, and I melt instantly. My pussy is seeping, causing my thighs to slip easily back and forth. I'm so fucking wet already, and all we've done is dance.

  He nibbles my earlobe as his hands slide back down the way they came, over my chest, grazing my nipples and turning them stiff. “You want to get out of here?” he asks as he licks the shell of my ear. “I've got a hotel room not far from here.”

  I don't speak, I coil my fingers into his and nod anxiously. Biting down on my bottom lip, I run a finger down the center of my chest, and over one of my nipples.

  I'm definitely charged right now. I want him, he wants me, so why stop here? Sometimes you just have to let go. You need to live in the moment, let it take the lead.

  His bold green eyes ignite as he growls, tugging my hand hard and pulling me out of the bar.

  “Taxi!” he calls eagerly, flailing his hand, and waving down a cab. He yanks open the back door, guiding me inside first and climbing in behind me. “The Prestige on Mott, please.” The cab jerks forward, pulling out into the busy street.

  My mysterious stranger wraps his arm around my neck and starts to play with my hair. He's running it between his fingers, twisting it and letting it bounce free. He lowers his face to my hair and inhales a deep breath.

  “You smell incredible,” he says, whispering in my ear.

  Scooting myself closer, I pull his free hand over and rest it on my thigh. He massages the muscle, not moving higher, just teasing the very edge of my skirt. My breathing picks up as his fingers inch closer, and closer, until he finally brushes the center of my pussy.

  I can't stop the moan that comes out of my mouth. It's throaty, raw, and full of need. He starts to kiss my neck, his lips hot as they sear my skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

  From the corner of my eyes, I see the driver watching us in the rear view mirror. Running my hands through my sexy stranger's hair, I pull his ear to my lips. “We have an audience,” I say, plucking his lobe with my teeth.

  “Let him watch,” he says back, his words breathy and greedy as his hand moves across my panties and brushes my clit.

  My entire body tenses as the sensation spills over my body, wrapping me like a thick blanket. He flicks the tender bud again, and I rock my hips, begging for more. He moves his lips across my shoulder, up my throat, then captures my jaw in his hand.

  Twisting my head in his direction, he kisses me hard, bruising my lips with intense hunger. I can feel him, every gnawing desire sits on the tip of his tongue. My lips part easily, granting him access.

  Tonight's for thoughtless pleasure. Tonight's for lawless bodies and forgotten rules.

  Tonight's for every dirty dream I've ever had about being reckless.

  Our tongues swirl and taste, licking and wrapping as they dance around each other. His hand squeezes my tit, and he groans into my mouth as his finger slips under my panties and graze my wet pussy.

  Rubbing my hand over his cock, I feel how hard he is through his jeans. He's standing at full attention, tenting his pants. Inching his zipper down, I slip my hand into his pants, and wrap around his length.

  My fingers barely reach each other, his cock is so thick. Moving my hand up and down slowly, I stroke him lightly. His tip is swollen, sticky, and his eyes roll back in his head.

  I can feel the driver still watching us, and I can't lie, it's kind of a turn on. Working my hand a little faster, I run my tongue up the side of his neck. He's circling my clit with the pad of his finger, making my pussy throb.

  “Ahem,” the driver coughs loudly, getting our attention.

  We both freeze, our breathing heavy and labored. Sexy stranger looks out the window, then tugs some money from his pocket, holding it between the two front seats.

  “Thanks, keep the change,” he says, throwing the door open and helping me climb out.

  I adjust my skirt, tugging it down my thighs. The driver has a little smirk on his face as he nods at us. He doesn't seem as affected as I thought he might be, then again, he probably sees this stuff multiple times a night here in the city.

  Rough fingers wrap mine, tearing me away. My ankles buckle slightly as I regain my balance. The man takes me through the lobby and to an elevator. He pushes the button, his eyes flicking to me, then back to the light above the elevator, and back to me.

  He's impatient, eager, and that excites me. I can't wait for him to ravage me. I want him to take me, to destroy me, to turn me into a wicked little vixen.

  I know nothing about this man at all. I know he has green eyes. I know he has dark chestnut hair. I know he's about six feet tall and has expensive taste in suits. I know his lips are warm and his hands have a slight roughness that tickles my skin.

  And I know everything about this is devilishly wrong and right in the same breath.

  The elevator doors open, and he whisks me inside. He doesn't even wait for them to close before he walks me back, pushing me against the wall.

  Lifting my arms above my head, he grips both my wrists in one hand. I feel so small right now, so small and breakable.

  Break me, fucking break me.

  He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, plucking it softly with his teeth before letting it go. “Is this what you want?” he asks, running his other hand down between my tits, over my belly, and cupping my mound. “You want me to make you scream?”

  “Yes,” I answer, my voice floating out on a moan.

  “But you can't scream what you don't know. Don't you want my name, so you have something to call out?”

  Shaking my head, I smirk. “I told you, you're not getting my name.”

  “You want to bet?” he asks, his lips tickling over my cheek as he whispers in my ear. “I'm good at games, baby, and I'm good at winning.”

  Giggling, I tilt my head, letting my eyes connect with his. “No.” He starts to speak, but I silence him with a kiss.

  He pushes against me, pressing his rock hard di
ck against my lower belly. Jabbing his tongue into my mouth, he sweeps across the roof of my mouth and I bow into him. My back arches, and my heart is hammering in my chest.

  We don't need to talk. Our bodies will speak for us.

  The doors open, but he doesn't break the kiss. Sweeping me off my feet, he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me out of the elevator. I'm holding on tight, grinding my throbbing pussy against his hard abs.

  He walks with determined steps, carrying me like I weigh nothing. Holding me up with one hand, he pulls a key card out of his back pocket and swipes it through the handle. The door beeps, and he kicks it open.

  With long strides, this god of muscle moves across the room like he owns it and everything in it. He maneuvers around a small bench, down two steps, and to the bed. Peeling me off his body, he drops me on the bed, and I bounce softly.

  Crossing my legs, I smile up at him. His eyes change, they darken, his pupils growing wide, spreading like shaded pools. “You sure you want to do this? Last chance to tell me no, because once I'm inside you, I can't guarantee that I'll have the control to stop.”

  Rubbing my legs back and forth, I bite the tip of my nail, and curl the corner of my lip to one side. “If I had any doubts, I wouldn't be here right now.”

  “Good, that's exactly what I want to hear.” His hands grip my knees and spread my legs apart. His eyes fall to my pussy, hidden behind a thin piece of fabric. “Stay just like that, don't move.”

  Licking his lips, he grins as he slowly pulls his jacket off his arms. Dropping it to the floor, he unbuttons his shirt, and lets it fall onto his jacket. Gripping the collar of his white t-shirt, he tugs it over his head.

  My eyes pop open, mouth gaping wide as I'm met with a wall of hard muscle. Abs that look like they were cut from marble, shoulders that look like rock under the skin, he's a fucking god that's been left here on earth, forgotten by the heavens.

  His skin is painted in sweeping black lines and bursts of color. A coy fish swims down his ribs, another one circles up and around to his back. There's a watercolor effect that makes it look like the fish are actually swimming as his muscles tense and relax as he moves.

  God, he's fucking beautiful.

  My pussy begins to pulse, so I rub my legs together to ease the ache. He reaches down, gripping my knees again and pulling them apart. “I said don't move.”

  Biting on the inside of my cheek, it takes everything I have to not soothe this pain I feel. My pussy is begging for a release, grasping and clenching, hurting to be filled.

  And it hurts, this fucking ache is insatiable. It needs to stop, and the only way is if he fucks me or fingers me. But if he takes any longer I'm going to end up doing it myself

  Slipping his belt free, the sound of his zipper rings out through the room. It's so loud it echoes around us. My mystery man looks down at his cock as he opens his pants and it jumps out.

  I suck in an audible breath of air as his erection bounces free. He's so fucking big. My pussy pulses, ready to feel him inside.

  “You want this?” he asks, gripping the base of his shaft and holding his cock up. “Does your pussy need this?”

  Nodding, I run my hand down over my mound and rub my pussy. “Yes. I need that, I need that now before I go fucking crazy.”

  “I like crazy,” he says with a sexy little smile. “And I also like creating the crazy.” His lids drop as he grips my thigh with one hand and pulls my panties to the side. “I also like eating crazy.”

  Dropping to his knees, he flattens his tongue against my pussy and licks up, flicking my clit with the tip, then licking down to my entrance. Lapping up my arousal, he groans as he eats me out.

  My thighs close around his head, and he peels them open, butterflying them wide and holding them in place. He grins up at me, I can see the smile in his eyes as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit faster and faster until my legs and stomach are trembling.

  I'm so close already, the orgasm starts to build, it's growing in the depths of my belly. Arching my back hard, he lays a flat hand on my stomach and pushes me back down. He's holding me in place as my body writhes.

  Moaning, I dig my nails into the starch white comforter. “Fuck, mm, holy fuck.” The words break as I come. Every muscle in my body is tense and tingling as the orgasm washes over me.

  He pushes up and wipes his lips. “You taste so fucking good.” His hand curls around the top of my thigh and he squeezes hard. Licking his lips, he groans like he just ate a fancy meal.

  Growling, he bites his bottom lip and strokes his cock. His skin is glistening in the soft hotel room light with a thin sheen of my juice still around his face. Throwing out his arm, he cups my jaw and pulls me off the bed, kissing me hard and fast.

  I can taste myself on his lips, but I don't pull away, I kiss him deeper and more unhinged. I want more. I need more. One orgasm isn't enough. I want him to fuck me all night long, until I can't feel my legs.

  Pumping his cock, he pinches his swollen tip, moving back down to the tuft of hair at his base. Rocking my hips, I lift my ass off the mattress, enticing him inside me.

  “You want to feel me in there?” he asks.

  I nod, unable to contain my desire. “Please, fuck me before I go crazy.”

  A sexy smirk twists his lips, and his eyes gleam. “You got to do better than that. I want to hear you beg, beg me to fuck you.”

  “I'm not going to beg you for anything. You're going to fuck me because you can't resist my hot little pussy.” Rubbing two fingers down my slit. His eyes follow, expanding as they disappear inside. Pulling them free, I lick them clean and groan. “Well, are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to do this all myself?”

  His eyes hood as his lips thin with a teasing grin. Leaning down, he fiddles with something, and then I hear the sound of a wrapper being torn. He lifts himself straight, gliding a condom down his dick.

  “I'd never want to miss out on the fun.” Holding my knees, he places his tip at my entrance. Lifting his eyes to mine, his lids hood as he rests his hands on either side of my head. With one hard thrust, his dick slips inside my pussy.

  Stilling above me, he holds himself there, hovering just above my chest. My nipples are hard, softly brushing against his skin.

  Slow and methodically, he pulls his cock back, just to the ridge on his crown. My pussy clenches around him, refusing to let him go. His green eyes flicker, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a light smile as he feels my body's claim on him.

  “Don't worry, baby, I won't let you go hungry,” he says, whispering the words against my mouth before kissing me. His tongue wraps mine and he moans into my mouth.

  Driving his hips forward, his cock fills me, going so deep I feel him in my lower belly. My hands rake down his back, tracing and feeling every dip and curve.

  Our bodies slip easily over each other, sweat pooling in the center of my chest as he fucks me without resistance. My body is full, stretched to its limits as he pounds my pussy like it's a drug he's craving.

  Over and over, his hips drive in hard. I can feel the tingle again, it spreads easily, seeping down my legs and up my stomach. My stomach muscles clench, causing me to scratch wild nails down his back.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming again. Fuck, holy fuck,” I say, lifting my mouth to his shoulder and biting down hard.

  I'm on a cliff, arms out, taking a leap of faith as the sensation explodes throughout, drawing out one long groan.

  He thrusts hard, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I feel his moan first as his breath warms my skin. His cock jerks, pulsing inside my body as it fills the condom with hot cum.

  Dropping to my side, he grunts softly. “Holy shit, I'm going to be honest, I didn't expect it to be this good.”

  “That makes two of us,” I say with a chuckle.

  We're both breathing heavy, and it feels like I can't catch my breath. Resting a hand on my chest, I swallow hard, and breathe in through my nose slowly.

>   He slips his hand under my head and rolls me into his side. There are no more words between us, just a satisfied silence.

  Tracing the lines of the fish on his side, I watch as his eyes fall heavy. It looks like he's having trouble holding them open. They open and close, fluttering gently, then closing, only to open half again.

  And just like that, he's out.

  Typical guy. One good fuck and he's out like a light.

  I watch him for a few more minutes, then slip out from under his arm. He makes a throaty noise, grabbing the blanket and rolling away to his other side.

  With delicate feet, I get dressed, but keep my heels off. Looking around the room, there's a notepad by the phone with the hotel logo on it.

  Reaching in my purse, I pull out a pen and scribble on the pad.

  Thanks for a night of wild fun I'll always remember.

  —Little Vixen

  Painting my lips in pink lipstick, I kiss the paper, leaving the perfect mark.

  And just like that I'm gone. A nameless woman in his memories.

  It's the perfect night of reckless sex and sinful desire.

  Now it's over. Time to go back to reality.

  2

  Misty

  My fucking head. What the hell was I thinking last night?

  Rubbing my temples, I wait at the counter for my coffee. The girl smiles, passing it to me, and I half smile with a grunt.

  I feel like I've been hit by a truck—no, a freight train.

  The girl's mouth goes slack as she hands me my change. It's not her fault, and I know it, but I feel like shit. I'm not in the smiling mood.

  Dropping the change into her tip cup, I flip the sunglasses down to cover my eyes and shove the door open. The street is busy, people are moving in both directions, like ants in the dirt.

  The sun is bright as hell today, so bright I'm still squinting behind the dark lenses. My head starts to throb harder, forcing me to look at the ground as I walk.