by Snow, Jenika
He walked them over to one of the tables but still held on to her, not wanting to set her down, loving that she was pressed right up against him. He had no doubt she could feel how hard he was. And it was all for her.
The pressure in his balls was intense, and he swore that he could come just from the feel of her like this.
“I’m so wet for you.”
His resistance slipped, knowing she was ready for him, that he’d be able to slide right into her. Lucas couldn’t help himself anymore. H set her on the ground, turned her around, and before she could say anything he had her skirt lifted up. He placed his hand on the small of her back, pushed her gently forward so she was bent over the table, and smoothed his hands over her ass. She wore little white cotton panties, ones that were innocent and turned him the fuck on more.
And everything in him snapped.
He buried his face between her thighs, the feel of her panties, the smell of her sweet cunt, filling his head.
Lucas placed a hand on the center of her back and made sure she stayed bent forward. God, seeing her spread like this, knowing that she would be his, had his cock leaking pre-cum.
And then he couldn’t stop himself from pulling her panties aside, looking at her pussy on display, the pink wetness causing his balls to draw up tight. He swiped his tongue along her pussy lips. Her juices spilled along his tongue and he groaned. Curling one of his hands against her thighs, he growled low. Lucas licked her a few more times, memorized the scent and taste of her, and forced himself away from the sugary flavor of her pussy.
He could have eaten her out all night, but instead he forced himself to pull back, straightened, and held on to her hips. Lucas lifted her easily so she was now sitting on the table.
“God, Millie, you’re so fucking sexy.” Lucas leaned forward and ran his tongue along her bottom lip, wanting to fuck her mouth like he’d soon be doing between her thighs. The small moan she made, and the way she curled her hands around the stainless-steel table, told him she needed more.
He needed to be inside of her.
“God.” That one word was a breathy moan from her.
The scent of fresh herbs and lemon basil filled his head, mixing with the scent of the soap she’d used this morning.
His cock jerked.
It was time to taste that sweet fucking pussy until she was begging him to finally take her.
And Lucas would take her. He’d take her until she knew she was his.
8
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think. Pleasure slammed into her the likes of which she’d never experienced before. Millie wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a long time since she’d been touched, since she’d allowed herself to feel any kind of desire.
Lucas was her boss, and what they were doing was against the rules. His hands on her body, his face between her legs, it was all so ... consuming.
But he didn’t place his lips or tongue on her, just had his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide for him. The feel of his warm breath against her panty-covered folds had her closing her eyes and moaning.
She could’ve gotten off from this alone. And then he helped slide her panties off. She braced her hands on the table, the metal cold, shockingly so.
Millie lifted her hips so he could pull the underwear down her legs, and when she thought he’d toss them aside, he surprised her by bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply.
She felt her mouth part, the act of him smelling her so erotic that tingles moved through her entire body. He shoved the panties in his pocket and a small sound escaped her. She couldn’t even catch her breath.
“Millie,” Lucas said gruffly, and she swore she could feel the vibrations of his voice right on her center.
God, she was wet, unbelievably so.
“Lean back for me, baby.”
At first, she couldn’t breathe, and then she started hyperventilating, her breath moving in and out of her, her chest rising and falling. This was the most intense, consuming experience she’d ever had. And he hadn’t done more than kiss her.
And she knew that once they did have sex, which they would, because there’s no way she could deny him, no way she could deny herself, it would be explosive.
She did as he said, leaning back, resting her elbows on the table, and feeling herself spread out, obscenely so.
He looked up at her from between her thighs, and her breath stalled.
“I want you to come against my mouth. I want to taste your orgasm rushing down my throat.”
Oh. God.
And then he moved his hands closer to her pussy, pulled her labia apart slightly with his thumbs, and just stared at her.
“Beautiful,” he groaned a second before he leaned in and started eating her out.
Millie closed her eyes, breathing harshly, the pleasure intense.
“That’s it, Millie baby. Let go. Cry it out, give it to me.”
Her heart was beating so fast she felt it slam against her ribs, this harsh war drum that beat deep inside of her.
Lucas licked and sucked at her, used his thumbs to keep her spread open, made her take all he had to give.
He ran his tongue through her slit, up to her clit and back down to her pussy hole. Millie’s mouth opened on its own as pleasure slammed into her. Her toes curled, her hands gripping painfully around the edge of the table.
“Tell me how it feels,” Lucas murmured against her flesh right before sucking her clit into his mouth and humming.
“Oh, God.” Those two words spilled from her as ecstasy had her being lifted.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“It feels good. So good.” She moaned that last word out, on the precipice of coming. “Lucas. God, Lucas, it feels so good.”
He grunted against her, and moved his hands up to her waist. He used gentle force to push her all the way back down. Her head hung off the table, her legs opened as far as they could go. Millie looked down the length of her body at Lucas, saw his dark head between her thighs, his blue eyes focused right on her.
She watched as he ate her out, as he licked her pussy, a string of saliva connected from his tongue to her flesh right before he leaned in and devoured her all over again.
With one hand on her belly, keeping her stationed in place for him, Millie closed her eyes and gave in to her pleasure, which was right at the surface.
“Come for me,” he grunted against her and she couldn’t stop herself from obeying.
Fireworks lit off inside of her, flashes of color sparking behind her eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice high pitched as she cried out.
When she felt her pleasure dissipate she breathed in and out, the orgasm wringing the energy from her.
“What have you done to me, Millie?”
She lifted her head to see Lucas watching her.
“I’ve craved you for so long, but my self-control has been in lockdown. All it took was one taste of you, the promise of you being mine, and I said fuck all the rules and rights and wrongs.” He stood and helped her to sit up. She gripped onto his shoulders, feeling dizzy and tired from her orgasm.
“This is all so crazy, right?” She’d just let her boss give her oral right in the kitchen of his restaurant. How insane was all of this?
“Maybe,” he murmured and looked down at her lips. “But if it is, crazy feels pretty fucking great.” He slammed his mouth on hers, making her taste herself on his lips and tongue. “But one thing is for certain,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’m not about to let you go. You’re mine now.” He started kissing her again, and just when she thought this evening would become even hotter, the sound of his cell going off broke the haze.
He pulled back with a grumble, looked at his phone, and she watched his pleasure change to seriousness. “Shit,” he said and ran a hand over the back of his head. “Millie, as much as I want this evening to continue, I’ve got some personal things to take care of.”
And just like that the fire of ar
ousal was extinguished.
“Okay,” she said, feeling weird all of a sudden because of Lucas’ serious demeanor. He looked almost worried. “Is everything okay?” He nodded, but didn’t look at her as he messed with his phone.
“Listen, I’m sorry things ended like this, but I have some personal things to take care of.” He shoved his phone in his pocket and looked at her. For a second she felt awkward. He’d just given her oral but right now they felt like strangers. Millie got off the table and proceeded to get put herself back together, feeling her hand shake and her face heat at what they’d just done. Once she was straightened up, she looked back at Lucas. He smiled at her and she felt her heart race.
“I really am sorry for cutting our night short.” He let his gaze move up and down her body. “I’m really fucking sorry, Millie.”
And just like that the arousal was back.
He stood closer and ran his finger down her cheek. “But this is far from over.”
She licked her lips, hearing the truth in his words.
“Far from over, baby.”
9
The following day, Millie rolled over in bed and turned off her alarm clock. Staring up at the ceiling, she wondered what the hell she was going to do.
Last night, she had allowed her very sexy, very mysterious boss to lick her pussy. It had been the best orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life.
She wanted him again. This time, though, she wanted to reciprocate the pleasure.
No matter how much she wanted to lie in bed, she had to get up and get active.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw it was a little after eight o’clock. Lucas had dropped her off last night when he got a call from his mysterious someone. She’d seen the instant change within him. Gone was the guy who’d been tasting her pussy, and she didn’t exactly know who he’d turned into. He looked worried about something. He didn’t tell her who it was, or what it meant, only that it was important enough for them to not talk about what they experienced together and take her home.
“You fucked up, Millie.”
All she wanted to do was stay in bed all day and pretend nothing happened. She wasn’t a child anymore. There was no way she could just forget about something like that.
“Time to get up.”
Shoving the blanket off her, she climbed out of bed and decided to take her shower. It had been so late last night she hadn’t even bothered with one.
The scent of Lucas was all around her.
He’d been amazing. The way he’d licked her pussy, the expert way he made her come, she’d wanted to fuck him. No matter where they were, she’d wanted to be claimed by him and by his cock. She couldn’t remember ever being so aroused in all of her life. Especially now, thinking about it.
She knew that what they’d done last night was the last thing they should have done, but it was so perfect.
There was something special between them. Did he feel it as well, or was this all her?
Turning on the shower, she stood beneath the warm spray of water, tilting her head back and letting the water try to help her relax when all she wanted to do was find Lucas to help relieve the ache he’d caused.
The sudden pounding on her front door made her jump, numbing the arousal she’d been feeling and cutting off the ache of wanting Lucas. She quickly turned the dial, stopping the water, and rushed out of the shower, pulling on a robe in the process.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“It’s me, Millie.”
“Lucas?” She opened the door, removing the locks she’d installed herself. Not bad for a girl that wasn’t great with a screwdriver.
He looked like he hadn’t slept in a long time.
“What is it?” she asked. “Are you okay?”
He stepped into the apartment. “Is that how you answer the door all the time?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
“You better never open the door dressed like that again.”
He slammed the door shut, reaching out for her robe. He tugged her close, loosening the belt as he did.
There was a desperation in his touch, something that seemed to set off her need to comfort him.
“What’s wrong, Lucas?” she asked.
“It’s nothing I want to talk about right now.” He opened the robe. “I know we shouldn’t do this but we’ve crossed so many ethical lines, I don’t give a shit. I just know I’ve got to have you again.”
His lips slammed down on hers, and she moaned.
She wanted to know everything that was going on in his world but as he touched her and filled her with everything that was him, she couldn’t bring herself to turn him away. She wanted him more than anything else in the world.
It shocked her how much he affected her, but it had been that way for so long now. He was the reason she strived to be the best she could. He was a hard worker, and she wanted to make him proud.
“Bedroom.”
“There.” She pointed in the direction, letting out a scream as he picked her up.
“I didn’t want last night to end, not even for a second. I can’t get enough of you, Millie. No one has ever made me feel this way and I only want you.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back so she had no choice but to look at him.
She wanted to help him. For him to share everything with her. Instead, she kissed him back. “I’m here.” She would always be there for him.
He shoved the bathrobe all the way off her body. His gaze went from her eyes, down her neck, to her tits, then to her pussy. He cupped her, one finger sliding between her folds. “I love how wet you are for me. Are you ready to take my cock now?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Lie down on the bed, spread your legs, get ready for me. I want to see your pussy.”
His instructions only served to tease and tantalize her more. Lying back on the bed, she watched him as she spread her legs open.
“Open your pussy lips. Let me see your clit. I want to see how wet and ready you are for me.”
“I never knew you could be this bossy.” She did as he instructed, watching him.
He opened up his shirt, showing the expanse of skin that had her licking her lips as she watched him. She wanted his body pressed against hers.
“I’ve got to go to work soon,” she said.
“I already know you’re not feeling well.” He unbuckled his belt and she let out a giggle.
“You do?”
“Yes. I’m your boss and I know you’re feeling very sick. So sick you’ve got to spend the entire day in bed.”
“What about the Valentine’s Day menu?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about it. I can deal with that.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m not a hard worker.”
With his pants and boxer briefs on the floor, there was nothing between them. She watched as he worked his cock, his hand running up and down the large length. The tip was already slick with his pre-cum.
She didn’t know why she kept on talking.
You want to know everything about him.
Even as she wanted him to trust her with all of his secrets, she wanted him to fuck her more. There would be time for revealing secrets. For now, she only wanted his cock.
10
Lucas couldn’t tell her his secret, not yet. He didn’t want her to know the truth. That was between him and … well, him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he stared down at the beauty that was before him.
Millie had come into his life like a whirlwind, and now that he’d had one taste, he didn’t want to go back. Her pussy was so damn sweet, and staring at her now, he saw how ready she was, but before he gave in, he wanted to taste her again.
He leaned over her, stared into her pretty eyes, and knew he couldn’t lose her. The only problem? If he told her his secret, she’d run. He just knew it.
Taking possession of her lips in a bruising kiss, he showed her with his touch how much he wanted her and he didn’t want to ever stop, either.
She gripped the back of his neck, holding him close, whimpering as he bit down onto her lip, sucking it into his mouth.
He trailed his lips down her body, going to her neck and sucking on the hard pulse.
Cupping her tits, he pushed them together. They were more than a generous handful. Biting on the hardened tips, he relished her cries as they filled the room. The sounds drove his need higher.
Pre-cum already leaked from his tip, but he wasn’t ready to take his pleasure yet. His focus was all on Millie. On showing her what he wanted, and making her take it all.
For too long he’d been holding back.
Playing nice.
Being the boss.
That all ended today.
His cell phone was turned off. He already had a replacement waitress and one of the chefs was standing in for him.
Millie had him all to herself.
Sliding his tongue across her nipples, he heard her cry and whimper. Moving across the small valley, he took her other nipple into his mouth, lathering it with his saliva.
He wanted to make her dirty, soaking wet, and ready for his dick.
He wasn’t small and if he didn’t prepare her properly, it would hurt.
Releasing her tits, he slid his hands down her thighs, keeping them open as he trailed his lips down her body.
“Please, Lucas, I need you. I want you.”
“All in good time.”
“I want to suck your cock,” she said.
This time, he paused, growling against her stomach. He was struggling to hold his shit together.
He wouldn’t be able to last five minutes with her plump lips wrapped around his length.
“Not right now.”
Maybe later after he’d filled her pussy with his cum enough times. He wanted her overflowing with his seed.
He didn’t know what was possessing him, only that he couldn’t stop this need filling him. When it came to her, she drove him crazy.
She was so sweet and as he swiped his tongue through her wet slit, he craved more.