Boss Love_Boss 3

by Victoria Quinn

I faltered before I took another bite.

  “Most of the time, all I want to do is fuck you. But I enjoy your company just as much.”

  I felt the same way. Hunt had slowly become my friend. When he was possessive and aggressive, it was hard to remember that, but a kind soul still existed behind those cold eyes. I finished my final bites of food, wiping the plate clean.

  Hunt stood up the second I was done, his chiseled forearms covered with veins that looked like rivers. He took my plate but left my drink behind, knowing I would want it. “Go into my bedroom and strip down to your panties. Now.”

  He was issuing the orders like a commander in the armed forces. He took to the position well, immediately molding to it like our relationship had been this way the entire time. He was a good leader, pleasing me while he pleased himself. But I would always struggle to agree, always struggle to follow orders. “Yes, Boss Man.”

  I downed the rest of my drink and walked into his bedroom. It was exactly the same as I remembered it, a gray duvet-covered bed with black dressers and end tables. He had a white rug on the floor and a painting of an indistinct image on the wall. Piece by piece, I stripped off my clothes until I was in just my panties.

  I didn’t know where to wait, so I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs. Minutes passed before he finally joined me. He walked inside in only his jeans, which hung low on his hips. He was barefoot and bare-chested. With short hair and aggressive eyes, he looked absolutely delectable.

  For a second, I didn’t care that he was the one in charge.

  He looked so perfect, his abdominals endless lines of hard muscles. He didn’t possess an inch of fat, his body a mass of bones and muscle. He was sinewy and strong, thick in the thighs and lean in the legs.

  He leaned against the doorframe as he looked at me, examining my bare tits. I automatically sucked in my belly, not wanting him to see it hang out. When he stared at me like that, I couldn’t help but stare at him in the same desirable way.

  He stepped into the room and approached the bed, his muscular arms looking cut as he came closer. His hands went underneath my ass, and he gripped my lacy panties. Slowly, he lowered them down my thighs.

  I uncrossed my legs and lay back, lifting my hips so he could get them down my long legs. He pulled them to my ankles before he tossed them aside. He pressed my feet against his chest and ran his hands up my legs, feeling the smoothness of my soft skin. He turned one leg and kissed the inside of my knee. He did the same to the other.

  My thighs tensed, as did the area between my legs. My breaths turned to pants, and I ached to pull his jeans off. I wanted that gorgeous body on top of mine, so I could kiss him as he kissed me.

  He set my legs down then moved to his jeans. He took his time taking them off, the zipper sounding loud to my ears. He pushed them past his thin hips then dug his fingers into the waistband. Slowly, he tugged them down his body and past his knees. His fat cock popped out, already drooling at the tip.

  Now I didn’t care about sleeping over.

  He pulled me to the edge of the bed, my ass hanging over just a bit. Then he pointed his length across my sex, slowly grinding back and forth. Moisture pooled at my entrance, coating with him with the shiny residue. He tilted his hips slightly and slipped inside my soaked channel, sliding all the way to my back wall.

  I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling more like a woman when I was full like this. He was the only man who made me feel this incredible, who made me feel this good. My hands went to his wrists, and his hands gripped my hips. I planted my feet against his chest, his pecs like two slabs of concrete.

  He moved inside gently, thrusting until his body rubbed against my clit. Then he pulled out again, treating this like a marathon rather than a sprint. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them.

  I stared at his actions, unsure what he intended to do with those fingers.

  He removed them from his mouth then pressed them to my back entrance. He gently pulled at the back, pushing through my tight flesh.

  I’d never done ass play before. I’d never been into it, and I’d never had a partner who told me they liked it. Since Hunt was the one calling the shots, there was nothing I could do about it anyway. I stayed relaxed, feeling his enormous cock push into me over and over. When his fingers were deep inside me and he stretched me, it felt good. My nerve endings fired off everywhere and heightened my overall experience.

  I should have known Hunt was an ass man.

  He wrapped his arm around my thighs and kept me positioned as he thrust and fingered me. He was in control like he’d done this hundreds of times. He’d probably had women beg him to fuck them in the ass—two at a time. He’d done everything in the book, explored every possibility. This was nothing to him.

  That would explain why he was so good in bed.

  His hips rocked over and over, pushing his cock deeper inside me.

  I was about to come. My hands reached for him, needing to hold on to his powerful body. I wanted to grip his forearms, his biceps, anything.

  “No.”

  I growled in frustration, knowing exactly what that word was in answer to. “Hunt…”

  “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  “Boss Man,” I corrected.

  “The wait won’t be much longer.” He pulled his fingers out of me just as he removed his cock. He was coated in my moisture, slathered in my arousal. He kept my feet glued to his chest as he leaned over farther and pushed his head into the back hole.

  The one where his fingers had been.

  I gripped his hips and steadied him, stopping him going in.

  He looked down at me, aggression heavy in his gaze. “Ever been fucked in the ass, baby?”

  It was a personal question, but since it was about to happen, I told the truth. “No…”

  “I’ll go easy on you.” He slowly pushed inside me, his head having a difficult time getting through the entrance. If this were my pussy, he would push his way through with a violent thrust. But he slowly sank into me, going easy just like he promised.

  I breathed through the strain, tensed as I felt my body stretch in ways it’d never been stretched before. His large size hurt. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. He was already big for my pussy.

  He was enormous for my ass.

  He slid farther until most of his cock was buried inside me.

  I breathed harder, taking in the pain without wincing.

  Hunt pressed his hands on either side of me on the bed and looked down at me. “You okay, baby?” The man I knew had come back to me, not the controlling dictator I’d unleashed. He was thoughtful and compassionate, caring about making me feel good, not about hurting me.

  It reminded me that I trusted him.

  “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  He grabbed the backs of my thighs and pinned my knees against my torso, forcing my legs apart and away from my chest. He started to thrust, using slow and even strokes.

  It hurt.

  But it felt good at the same time.

  I held on to his wrists and dug my nails into his skin, doing my best not to cut him. I breathed in with every thrust and released the air from my lungs when he pulled away. I had an enormous cock in my ass, so no matter how gentle he was, it was going to hurt.

  Once I got used to it, he started to move harder. His eyes remained glued to my face, his jaw tightening in pleasure. His enjoyment was obvious, impossible to hide. He wanted to fuck me just like this for a long time.

  I felt the tears prickle in my eyes, bubble at the corners, and slowly drip down my cheeks. I wasn’t crying, but my eyes smarted naturally. I felt so many things at once, so many full sensations.

  “Want me to stop?”

  When I gave him twenty lashes, he never asked me to stop. When I asked him to get on his knees, he didn’t walk away. He did everything that I asked, even when my requests were difficult to fulfill.

  I couldn’t give up.

  I couldn’t walk away.

 
; “Fuck me harder.”

  His eyes darkened with shadows, and he shoved himself completely inside, sheathing every inch of his huge cock.

  My nails cut into his skin then, leaving dents where every single finger had been. I let out a gasp, but that was better than the scream I was holding back.

  He thrust into me hard, rocking the bed and screwing me just as he would if his cock were in my pussy. He grunted and panted with the movements, on the verge of exploding deep inside me. He obviously couldn’t hold on any longer because he pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed it aggressively. “Come, baby.”

  The size of his length was painful. His thrusts made it even worse. But there was something so sexy about it, the release of powerful endorphins as my body was put through so much. There was so much pleasure with the pain, so much to be enjoyed despite the discomfort.

  He rubbed me harder, his breathing deep and ragged as he restrained himself. His eyes roamed over my body, enjoying my curves as my tits shook with the thrusts. After a few more pumps, more touches, I was there.

  I came.

  And I came hard.

  “God…” I squeezed his arms so tight I must have bruised him. My head rolled back, and I let out a scream that could shatter the windows. My body had been elevated to a place above the stars. The experience was surreal, taking me to the heavens and beyond. I felt a million things at once, saw more than I could absorb.

  It was more powerful than any other orgasm I’d ever had. Hunt gave me something I didn’t even know I was missing.

  Hunt grunted as he released, filling my ass with all of his come. He shoved himself completely inside me, pressing his forehead to mine. He pumped me with his desire, had done something no other man had done before. He took me in a new way, giving me an experience I’d never considered having.

  He stayed inside me even when he was finished, his breaths in tune with mine. His cock slowly softened, and I felt the pressure decrease throughout my body. Every time he took a breath, his smooth cheek pressed against my tits. He had me pinned and folded underneath him, a man taking a woman so carnally it was animalistic.

  He slowly pulled out of me, and my body winced as it readjusted to his absence. He pulled out then stood upright, a muscular man covered in sweat. He eyed his handiwork between my legs, seeing the come as it started to drip out. That usual look of arrogance came over his face, like he had just conquered a land and laid waste everyone who didn’t surrender.

  All the power was taken from my hands, leaving my helpless and completely submissive. It went against my nature, the backbone of who I was. I didn’t put up with anyone’s shit, and like hell would I allow my man to order me around. But when Hunt was the one in charge, I enjoyed the game. I enjoyed fulfilling his fantasies just as he had fulfilled mine.

  He turned his back on me and walked into the bathroom. A moment later, the shower came on.

  Now that my body relaxed and I caught my breath, I was eager to wash off.

  Although, I wasn’t eager to sleep.

  * * *

  I helped myself to one of his t-shirts I found in the drawer. He didn’t have a hair-dryer, so I had to do my best with the towel. The strands were damp, but after a few minutes of hitting the air, they would be back to dry.

  Hunt sat up in bed, his tablet in front of him. He was shirtless, his powerful physique appearing chiseled by the light from his lamp. His fingers dragged across the screen as he read through something.

  If I were home right now, I’d probably be working or drinking. That’s what I usually did in my spare time. I pulled back the sheets and got into bed beside him, still feeling strange sharing a bed with another person. I was exhausted because I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d try to sleep tonight, but I suspected it would be another struggle. He couldn’t expect me to stay with him every single night for the next six weeks.

  That was unrealistic.

  I got comfortable in bed and tilted my head toward the window, watching the never-ending commotion of the city. Just a few blocks down, I could see my building.

  Hunt set his tablet aside then slid across the bed toward me. He lay beside me, his body pivoted into mine. His heavy arm circled my waist, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. With every little touch, his coarse hair scraped against my soft skin. The smell of body soap and his natural masculine scent came over me, surrounding me in a bubble. His sheets already smelled like him, and everything about his bedroom reflected his stern personality. His thick thighs grazed mine underneath the sheets. “You doing okay?”

  “Yeah.” Even if I weren’t, I’d never admit it.

  “Because you can tell me. I’m not going to think less of you.”

  Silence.

  He kissed my shoulder. “I know I have a big dick, baby. One of my flaws.”

  That made me release a sarcastic chuckle. “I’m sure it’s lost you a lot of dates…”

  “You’d be surprised.”

  “No woman ever turned down a guy because his dick was too big.”

  “All women are made differently…some smaller than others.”

  “Well, I’m pretty small, and I take it just fine.”

  “But you have an iron pussy.” He chuckled against my shoulder. “It’s indestructible.”

  I felt his hand move to mine on my stomach. His large fingers interlocked with mine. He closed his eyes.

  I didn’t close mine. “Why do you want me to sleep with you?”

  His opened again at the question. “Because that’s what people do after sex. They screw then sleep.”

  “Not true. And that didn’t answer my question.”

  He was quiet, as if he wasn’t going to answer my question at all. “Maybe I actually like you, Titan.”

  “Nobody likes me,” I whispered. “I’m ruthless and controlling.”

  “And you’re also smart, funny, and sexy—in addition to being ruthless and controlling.”

  “That still doesn’t make me a great teddy bear.”

  “I disagree,” he said. “Why are you so repulsed by the idea of sleeping with me?”

  “It has nothing to do with you, personally.”

  “Then what’s the reason?” he pressed.

  I could never tell. “I just don’t like it. If a man made the same statement, no one would question him for it.”

  “Not true.”

  “Yes, true.”

  “How did you sleep last night?” he asked.

  “I barely slept at all.”

  He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at me. “I don’t snore, so why is that?”

  “I’ve been sleeping alone for a long time. I’m not used to sharing a bed.”

  His eyes studied my lips like he’d find more answers that way. “You can fuck me for six weeks, but sleeping beside me is still weird to you?”

  “It’s nothing personal, Hunt.”

  “It is personal,” he whispered. “I thought we were friends.”

  “We are.”

  “Friends trust each other. And I can tell you don’t trust me.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “It is.” He lay back down and looked at the ceiling. “Which is a shame, because I trust you.” He reached over and switched off the lamp at his bedside. The bedroom was immersed in darkness, and he turned away.

  I felt guilty when I shouldn’t. Hunt meant more to me than all the others. I saw him as someone who could be a lifelong friend, someone I cared about. I obviously wasn’t showing those feelings very well. I wasn’t good at being emotional, at wearing my heart on my sleeve.

  I moved to his side of the bed and pressed my body against his back. Now I was the one who spooned him, my tits against his shoulder blades and my face against the back of his neck. “I do trust you, Hunt. You’re one of the people I trust most, actually…”

  The only reaction he gave was his simple breathing. His back rose and fell with every breath, and he didn’t move an inch. He just lay there, pretending I didn’t e
xist.

  I wasn’t getting anything out of him.

  Then he spoke. “Prove it, Titan.”

  3

  Hunt

  I liked ruling over her.

  I got what I wanted, when I wanted it.

  But she obeyed with hesitance, remained reluctant when she shouldn’t. I shouldn’t expect anything else, but I was disappointed anyway. She told me she didn’t sleep with anyone, whatever her reasons might be. But I expected her to feel differently with me.

  I wasn’t sure why.

  Women had always wanted me because I had money, fame, and fancy cars. They wanted to fuck me so they could brag about it to their friends. They wanted to party with me so the paparazzi could snap a picture of them and put it on the cover of a magazine. They never wanted me to leave, and if they got to sleep in my bed beside me, they wouldn’t want to leave me either.

  Titan was the first woman who wasn’t impressed by me.

  She was like a robot. The only time she showed passion was when we were screwing. She finally came alive and showed real emotions. The rest of the time, she was just as cold as she was during meetings. Only once in a great while did she let her walls down and show that soft smile that grew from her heart.

  I was impressed with Titan.

  But I was more obsessed with Tatum.

  Who was she?

  I woke up to the sound of my alarm the next morning. Titan was awake beside me, but it wasn’t clear if she had already been awake. I rolled on top of her, gave her a quick morning fuck, and then got into the shower.

  She helped herself to my bathroom, using my toothbrush just the way I used hers. She caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and winked.

  That put a smile on my face.

  When I finished getting ready for the day, she put back on the clothes she’d been wearing and slipped on her heels. If she’d brought her bag like she was supposed to, she could have left for work right away.

  “I’ll see you later.” She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me before she walked into the elevator.

  I stared at her ass when she faced the other way, thinking about the way I fucked it last night.