One Night Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 3)

by Victoria Snow

  “What?” I asked innocently. “What’s wrong?”

  I heard a low growl from the back of Andy’s throat, followed by a groan of desire. He practically leapt forward, smashing his fingers onto the button that controlled the partition separating us from the driver. Before it had even rolled up all the way, Andy was on me, kissing me hard. His lips were warm and soft and I moaned softly as his tongue snaked into my mouth, dancing with mine and playing with me, exploring me, tasting me. His hands were all over me, running down my dress to my bare legs and squeezing my thighs. Pleasure swirled and swarmed through my body and I whimpered as Andy spread my legs and began rubbing the crotch of my panties, just over my clit.

  “Oh, baby, you know just how to torture me,” Andy groaned in my ear. His lusty words filled me with excitement and my clit began to throb in earnest as he rubbed me faster and harder. It felt so good that I couldn’t stop myself from writhing and bucking along with the motions of his hand, arching my back and spreading my legs and whimpering.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” Andy growled. He yanked my dress up and was just about to pull my panties down when I pushed him over, on his back. I smirked down at him. I knew the airport wasn’t a long drive away, but I wasn’t ready for him to fuck me yet.

  I wanted to taste him, first.

  Andy groaned as I climbed on his lap and gyrated my hips, grinding my crotch over his. His cock was hard and stiff beneath his pants and I slid down lower, locking my eyes with his as I unzipped his trousers and eased them down his hips. His cock was pitching a hard tent in his black silky boxers, and I licked my lips as I ran my hand over it.

  “You’re so hard for me,” I gasped excitedly. Andy closed his eyes and shuddered with obvious pleasure as I rubbed and stroked him through his underwear. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I pulled his boxers down. His cock, magnificent and huge, popped free and I stared at it lustily before licking my lips and opening my mouth to take the head inside.

  As I licked and sucked and ran my tongue along the tender underside of the head, Andy gasped and groaned. He thrust deep into my mouth and moved his hands to the front of my dress to feel my tits through the thin material. His touch was electric and it filled me with intense pleasure as I sucked him faster, bobbing my head up and down. I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and pumped it up and down, sucking him like a porn star. Andy tangled a hand in my hair and yanked, pulled my red curls out of their neat little chignon. His other hand slipped into the neckline of my dress and cupped my tits, one at a time, rubbing his thumb over my nipples until I was moaning and whimpering on his cock. He tasted so good – clean and salty and musky – and I opened my eyes to look up at him as I worshipped his shaft.

  “Baby,” Andy groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body convulsed as I pumped my hand faster and faster. I was drooling all over his massive cock now – it was so big that I couldn’t fit him all in my mouth at once – and Andy cried out with pleasure before gently pushing me away. I fell onto the floor of the limo, still staring at Andy and the blazing lust in his eyes.

  The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I felt naughty and saucy and bold in a way that I’d never felt before.

  “I want you to take me from behind,” I whispered hotly.

  19

  Andy – Friday

  I stared at Sasha, splayed on the floor of the limo with her dress exposing her creamy thighs. The limo was heavy with the scent of her pussy and my cock was throbbing – I wanted her, I needed her, right now, or else I was going to burst. Without breaking eye contact, Sasha slowly got to her hands and knees, then turned around. She was putting on such a slutty little show for me, and I was loving every second of it. She crawled across the limo with her large, round ass in the air, and put her elbows on the seat opposite of where I had been sitting. Looking over her shoulder, Sasha ran her fingers up her thighs, catching the hem of her dress in her hands and raising it higher. She pulled it up until I could see the pale cheeks of her ass, then up to her waist. Her face was flushed bright red as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down one inch at a time, until I could see her soaking wet slit, covered with that patch of red pubic hair that I’d become so fond of. Then, Sasha moaned softly. She moved her hands back to the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, thrusting back towards me and showing off her wet holes. She squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, then spread them again and moaned with intense pleasure as the cool air of the limo hit her exposed little clit.

  I felt like I was in the middle of the most erotic experience on the planet – and clearly, Sasha was loving it, loving that I couldn’t look away from her body.

  With her cunt dripping nectar and her cheeks spread wide open, I couldn’t resist her any longer. I launched myself forward and nudged her ass with my face, breathing in her womanly scent and sneaking a lick at her clit. Sasha gasped and thrust her ass back, humping my face and drowning me in her delicious pussy. I’d never eaten her from behind like this and somehow, just the difference in position made tasting her and sucking her clit feel all the dirtier and naughtier. With my face buried in her cunt, I fastened my lips around her clit and began to suck, flicking my tongue over the hard surface. I slid one finger inside of her wet pussy, then two, beckoning and stroking her tender, delicate insides as she bounced her ass against my face. My chin and lips were covered with her juices and dripping and as fast as I was licking up her nectar, she was gushing all over me. Knowing that she was going wild – moaning and whimpering and shaking and bucking her magnificent curves – was driving me crazy and I licked and sucked her faster. Sasha let out a muffled moan.

  “I’m pinching my nipples, baby,” Sasha moaned, lifting her face from the seat and arching her back. I couldn’t see, but knowing that she was touching herself and giving herself pleasure filled me with a deep, dark lust that I knew wouldn’t be satisfied just from tasting her. The limo hit a bump in the road, sending my face deeper into her pussy lips and Sasha cried out as my mouth tightened around her clit. I lapped at her, moving back and slowly tasting her, then slipped my tongue inside of her pussy and began to fuck her with it. Sasha gasped and groaned, spreading her legs wider and humping my mouth, eager to take all of my tongue like the good little slut she was. I licked a wet trail from her clit to her pussy to her sweet little asshole, swirling my tongue around the tight, puckered skin before moving back to her clit and sucking her until she screamed my name.

  As good as she tasted, I knew I couldn’t last much longer so I got to my knees and steadied myself with a hand on the seat of the limo. With the shaft of my cock in one hand, I plunged deep inside of Sasha and began fucking her with intense, fast strokes that made her shriek and scream with pleasure.

  Electric lust flooded in my body and I gasped and groaned as I rode her harder, fucking her fast and deep with my knees between her spread legs. Sasha moaned and cried out, burying her face in the seat of the limo and slamming her ass back against my cock. I groaned and a strangled cry emerged from my throat as I twisted my fingers deeper into Sasha’s hair and yanked her head back.

  “Andy,” Sasha moaned. She made my name sound like the sexiest thing I’d ever heard and I grunted, pushing into her body. I took my hand from her hair and put it between her legs, frantically rubbing her clit in time to the thrusting strokes of my cock. It didn’t take long to set her off, and soon I could feel her pussy clenching and gripping my cock with the full force of her orgasm. I squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and watching her asshole pucker as she came hard. Sasha screamed into the limo seat, writhing and thrusting. Her pale body was covered in sweat as her orgasm ripped into her and tore her apart and I groaned and squeezed her cheeks harder as my own cock began to throb and gush cum.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m coming inside of you,” I groaned, closing my eyes and thrusting harder than before. Sasha’s pussy was so tight from her orgasm and fucking her felt like heaven as my cock throbbed. The pleasure
was so intense that I could hardly breathe and I was panting hard as I collapsed on top of Sasha’s naked back, winded and completely spent.

  Sasha whimpered a little, then collapsed to the floor of the limo. I pulled out of her and fumbled with my boxers and trousers. The limo was slowing down and Sasha turned to me with a look of alarm.

  “We’re here,” she said quietly, still panting and trembling from the intense encounter we’d just had. I could still taste her pussy nectar on my lips and I hastily wiped myself down with a handkerchief, filled with relief that I wouldn’t have to worry about running into Zach or Amanda on the plane.

  The last thing I wanted either of them to notice was the sweet, musky scent of Sasha’s pussy clinging to my face.

  I swallowed hard as the limo rolled to a complete stop. Sasha fumbled and straightened her dress, then pulled a mirror out of her purse and groaned when she saw her hair.

  “You look fine,” I told her. “Don’t worry – most people look like total slobs on planes these days.”

  Sasha gave me an odd look.

  “What?”

  She flushed. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s just, this is my first time on a plane.”

  The airport was bustling and busy and teeming with people but for someone who said that she’d never flown before, Sasha handled it like a pro. We waded through the baggage check line together, then security, then made it to our gate with only a few minutes to spare. It was true that most people nowadays flew like complete slobs – grown women in sweatpants, carrying pillows like children, with those ugly travel pillows around their necks.

  Sasha stood out like a peacock among seagulls. Every man we passed had to stare at her, had to let their eyes wander all over her curves. Normally, it would have filled me with jealousy. Sasha could usually walk in heels like a pro, but she was almost limping and watching her gave me a wicked smile. I was the one who had done that to her: filled her with my cock and made her sore and made her come, made her scream my name.

  Instead of jealous, I felt possessive and prideful of her. She was mine – and despite the huge crowd of people, it was almost like we were all alone. It was one of the only times since I’d met her that we weren’t at work, and it felt like we were a normal couple on a trip somewhere.

  “This is great for people-watching,” Sasha said. She leaned over and pointed at a family. “Look, they all have matching shirts!”

  I snorted.

  “What?” Sasha asked. She batted her lashes and pretended to pout at me. “We don’t have matching shirt,” she added in a faux-whine. “You should’ve made the company spring for them.”

  I grinned. “You’re too much,” I told her. It was true – the more time I spent with Sasha, the more I realized how much I just like being around her. I reached for her hand and twisted my fingers with hers.

  Sasha flushed. “Mr. Greene,” she said in a low voice. “I don’t think normal bosses are supposed to hold their employees’ hands. I told you I’d never been on a plane before ... not that I’d never been out in public before!”

  I didn’t let go. “It’s like we’re a normal couple,” I said as I stroked the back of her hand with my index finger. “And we’re going on a trip to Vegas to celebrate our anniversary.”

  Sasha shook her head. “No,” she said. “We’re not celebrating our anniversary – we’re going to get married by Elvis,” she said. “And spend all night in the casinos.”

  “And go to Crazy Horse,” I added.

  Sasha jabbed playfully in the ribs. “No way,” she said, sticking out her tongue and then rolling her body to give me a glimpse of her cleavage. “These curves are the only ones you’ll be seeing in Vegas, Mister!”

  I burst out laughing. As I watched her blue eyes twinkle with happiness and fun, it hit me.

  I wasn’t just having fun with Sasha Freedman.

  I was falling in love with her, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  The realization made me pull my hand away. Sasha gave me a hurt look, but I pretended to rummage through my briefcase for something as my heart began to pound.

  I had no idea what to do. I was falling hard and fast for her, and if I didn’t stop soon, it would be too late. I knew it was the worst possible thing: for her, for me, for both of our careers.

  But I couldn’t help myself. She was amazing – gorgeous and sexy and fun and so free-spirited, so uninhibited.

  I never wanted to see that change.

  Fuck, I was in trouble.

  At the hotel, I was slightly dismayed to find that Sasha and I were on two separate floors. Sasha gave me a coy smile.

  “Maybe the ice machine on my floor can be broken,” she teased. “I can always come up to visit.”

  I wanted to lean in to her joking, tease her back, but now that we were at the same hotel as Amanda and Zach, I was on high alert.

  “We’ll see,” I told her. “We should go get unpacked – I need to have the hotel laundry steam my suit.”

  Sasha nodded. “I’ll see you later, Boss Man,” she said as she headed to the elevator bank with her three massive suitcases. “Don’t forget about me.”

  Like I could do that, I thought, shaking my head as I watched her plump ass disappear into the elevator.

  Like anyone could.

  I’d just gotten up to my floor and was fumbling with the key card to my room when the door next to me opened and Amanda stepped out. She was all smiles, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a top that showed off her narrow shoulders.

  “Hi, there,” she said.

  Of fucking course she got the room next to mine, I thought.

  “Hey, Amanda,” I said. “We just got in.”

  Amanda frowned. “We?”

  “Sasha and myself,” I told her.

  “She’s not on this floor, is she?” Amanda sounded suspicious.

  Suddenly, I knew that Sasha staying five floors below me hadn’t been a mistake.

  “Uh, no,” I said. “But we were on the same flight, remember?”

  Amanda seemed to relax slightly. “Oh,” she said. “Well, glad you’re here safe and sound. We’re giving the presentation tomorrow morning – I assume you have everything you need?”

  I nodded.

  “Until then, how about joining me for a drink tonight?” Amanda asked.

  “Uh, I should go over the presentation,” I lied. “Just to make sure it’s all good to go.”

  Amanda crossed her arms. “Don’t be silly, it’s already flawless,” she told me. “And besides, you just said that you have everything you need.”

  I didn’t know what to say – I cursed myself for not being as spontaneous and quick-witted as Sasha.

  “I expect to see you downstairs, in the lounge, at seven-thirty,” Amanda said. She smiled at me. “Just because we’re on a work trip doesn’t mean that we don’t get to have a little fun!”

  “Sure,” I said. “Fun.”

  Amanda left and I unlocked my room, going inside as I released a heavy sigh. The last thing I wanted to do was have a drink with my boss, but unless I managed to come down with the Black Death, it didn’t look like I’d have a way out of it. Setting my suitcase down, I groaned and sat down on the bed.

  It seemed like after weeks of worry, tonight would be the night where Amanda made her move.

  I just hoped that I was wrong.

  20

  Sasha – Saturday

  Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and sated after a night of sleep in my giant, king-sized hotel bed. I sat up and stretched, then took a quick shower and got dressed for the day. Andy was giving the presentation in a few hours, and I was excited to see him again. After strapping on a brand-new pair of chunky heels, I made my way downstairs and decided to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

  I’d just dug into my Belgian waffles when I saw Andy passing through. We locked eyes and a shiver ran down my spine – he looked so fucking sexy in his black suit that I couldn’t stand it. I swallowed hard, then
smiled and waved him over.

  To my relief, he joined me. He sat down and thumbed through the menu, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

  “What’s the matter?” I teased. “Jet-lagged?”

  Andy shook his head. “No,” he said sourly. “I had the worst night.”

  I frowned at him and blinked. “What happened? My room was super comfortable,” I said. The only way it would’ve been better is if you had been in it, I thought.

  “It’s nothing,” Andy said. “I just had drinks with Amanda last night, and yeah, that was awful.”

  “Ouch,” I told him.

  “Yeah,” Andy said. He rolled his eyes. The waiter stopped by and Andy ordered black coffee and a poached egg, then turned his attention back to me.

  “What happened?”

  He sighed. “Nothing, really. She was just bombed by the time I got there. You know how it’s always annoying being around people much drunker than you?”

  I nodded.

  “Trust me – it’s worse when that person is your boss and she has an obvious crush on you,” Andy said. “She kept downing cocktail after cocktail and flirting with me, but it was never so obvious that I could actually call her out on it. And then she kept saying how drunk she was, like oh, yeah, I hadn’t actually noticed that.”

  I snorted and giggled. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s just kind of funny. I mean, not really, but she’s so desperate.”

  “Tell me about it,” Andy groaned. “She never actually crossed a line, of course – she just made it more than crystal clear that she’s interested. You know she actually asked me to walk her back to her room? I had to lie and tell her that I needed the bathroom because I was getting sick.”

  “Oh my god,” I said. “Wow.”

  “Yeah,” Andy said, nodding sagely. “It sucked.”

  I frowned. “How does her whole ... I don’t know, thing for you, square with the no-dating policy at work?”