by Jagger Cole
“Fuck, Barrett,” she moans. She’s so goddamn wet. I’m so fucking hard. I keep stroking my fingers in and out of her sweet pussy while I slowly jerk my cock. She moans pulls me closer. One of her hands grips my shirt. The other snakes up into my hair.
I grab her thigh. I pull it up until she’s got one knee at my waist. She moans and hooks her leg against me. Instantly, my throbbing cock slides against her slippery pussy. Delphine gasps in pleasure, then shakes her head.
“Barrett…” she moans.
“Tell me no,” Delphine,” I groan. My swollen dick is nestled between her thighs, right against her slit. I stroke, and precum leaks onto her skin.
“We…the rules…” she mumbles.
“Fuck the rules,” I snarl. “Tell me no. Right now.”
She whimpers. “And if I don’t?” Her hand slides over my hip, like she’s trying to pull me into her. My cock throbs against her.
“If you don’t,” I hiss right against her lips. “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, like you’ve been dying to be fucked your entire life.”
Delphine moans gutturally. She rolls her hips into me, and I hiss. My crown grazes her lips. I can feel them part ever-so-slightly around my swollen head, like soft kisses. I’m about to snap. I’m about to just pin her to the glass and plunge into her.
“I…I can’t sleep with my boss,” she whispers.
“Then no sleeping,” I snarl. I lean close and let my lips tease against her neck, right by her ear. “Just fucking.”
She whimpers. Her hips push into me. My head sinks a quarter inch into her, and there goes the last of my restraint.
Fuck the consequences. Damn the rules. She’s mine.
I grab her hip, high by her ass. My other hand slides up to tangle in her long blonde hair. I thrust deeply. In one stroke, my fat cock plunges balls-deep into her hot, slick little pussy.
She’s heaven. Hot, tight, sweet heaven.
“Yessss…” Delphine moans. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open. I snarl at the pleasure on her face as I grind my cock into her. Her slippery pussy grips me tightly, holding me deep inside. She yanks my shirt open, and her hands slide over my bare chest and abs. I grip her ass and slide out. Then I thrust hard back inside, making her squeal.
“Barrett!” She chokes. With a snarl, I pound into her. My lips fall to her neck, and I leave marks on her skin. My muscle clench and flex, and I start to thrust in and out of her perfect little pussy.
“I’m…oh fuck, Barrett!” She moans deeply. “I’m…I’m not going to be your little plaything,” she moans.
“No, Delphine,” I snarl into her ear. I fuck my cock deep into her. She squeals, and I feel her slick pussy dripping down my balls. I rut into her, fucking her against the glass overlooking the gala. “You’re not my plaything.” I nip at her ear. She gasps, and I feel her pussy tighten even more around me.
“You’re my everything.”
My hands grip her even tighter. I kiss and bite down her neck and collarbone, down to her tits. I grip the edge of her dress in my teeth and yank it to the side, exposing one of her nipples. My mouth finds it, and Delphine cries out. I suck on the rosy bud and drive my cock deep inside of her. My fingers grip her ass, and I thrust hard and savagely.
This isn’t about making love. This is about making her mine. This is laying claim. This is me making goddamn sure her tight little pussy remembers me.
I lose myself in her. I thrust into her with everything I have, and everything I am. Her moans are all I hear. Her lips and skin is all I taste. And I know she’s all mine. I don’t just want her pussy to remember me. I want my cock to be the only one it knows at all; ever, always.
I snarl and thrust into her over and over. Her nails rake down my abs. My balls slap heavily against her ass. I fuck her hard against the glass as her slickness drips down her thighs.
“Barrett,” she moans desperately. “I…I’m…people might see…!”
“Then they’ll see,” I growl. “So come for me, baby girl,” I hiss. My hips rock and thrust into her. My fat cock surges deep in her hot little pussy.
“Barrett!” She screams. Her pussy clenches down around me, and I know we’re both about to explode.
“Come for me,” I snarl. “Fucking come for my cock, Delphine.”
I sink deeper into her. Her lips crush to mine, and she screams out her orgasm. I swallow her moans and pin her hard to the glass. My hips slam into her, bruising hers with the force of my thrusts. Feeling her coming so hard for me is the last I can take. I plunge my cock as deep in her pussy as I can get. Then I let go.
She moans as my hot cum spills into her. Sticky ropes flood into her, and I growl into her lips. She kisses me back deeply. Her hands grip me tight and her leg around my waist keeps me pulled tight against her.
She’s panting into my lips as I devour her mouth. Slowly, she opens her eyes. But it’s a different Delphine looking back at me. The girl looking at me now is not my sassy, defiant, and tempting employee.
The girl looking back at me now is mine.
“Now what?” She gasps quietly.
“Now you’re all mine,” I growl, right before my lips taste hers again.
13
Delphine
“So, I’ll, uh…” I blush. I look up at Barrett and breathe. But it doesn’t help. The burn in my cheeks only gets hotter. I clear my throat. “I’ll, uh, see you at work?”
I’m standing on the curb outside of my building, next to Barrett’s limo. The door is open, and I’m leaning down, poking my head in.
He smirks. It’s half an arrogant one, like he’s smirking at a conquest. But it’s deeper than that. It’s like a hungry look, like he’s barely holding back from pulling me into the limo and having his way with me again.
Which, for the record, I’d be very on board for. Well, maybe. Except for the fact that it’s morning, and I have to run upstairs and get ready for work.
Yeah, so, I spent the night with my boss. My grumpy, asshole, unbelievably hot boss. Which also means I’m about to walk-of-shame run inside my apartment building in the light of day in a plunged neck and backless cocktail dress and stilettos.
“I could be tempted to call out sick,” he growls. I blush. I know what that implies.
“And now what would it look like if we both called out sick?”
“Like something is going around,” he growls. “So get back in the damn limo.”
I grin. But I shake my head. “I think we need to go to work. Don’t you want to check in on how your destruction of Eli Denith’s company went?”
“I can think of much more fun ways to spend my morning,” he grunts. The look in his eyes is downright hungry. I’m almost ready to give in and say screw it. But I remember that I promised myself I wouldn’t be “that girl”.
Too late, I grumble to myself. I did just spend the night with him. But still. That doesn’t mean I can just forget that I have a job. Even if I am screwing the boss.
“I’ll see you at the office, Barrett,” I grin.
He frowns. “Fine,” he acquiesces with a grunt. “But come here.” He leans across the divide between us. I gasp when he cups my jaw and kisses me hard enough to bruise. When he pulls away, I know I’m blushing.
“Right, then,” I murmur. “Work. I’ll see you at work.” I duck my head out of the limo. But just as I’m about to turn around and shut the door, he grabs me. I gasp as he pulls me against the doorframe. I’m standing on the curb, and sternum is against the roof of the car. But underneath, hidden from sight, Barrett suddenly pulls my slit-dress to the side.
Instantly, I gasp when I feel his mouth press between my legs.
“Barrett!” I hiss. But then I moan. His tongue drags through my lips and teases over my clit. He does the move again, and then a third time. My mouth is hanging open, and I know there’s lust all over my face. I hold onto the edge of the limousine door frame and try not to moan while my boss slowly licks my pussy.
And then sud
denly, he pulls away. I choke on my breath. I tremble with how close I just was before he maddeningly stopped. I duck back down into the doorway. Barrett is smirking at me. I groan.
“That was cheating.”
“Better go get ready for work,” he grins. “You don’t want to be late. I hear the boss is a real grumpy prick.”
I grin back. “See you at the office.”
“See you at the office.”
I shut the door. The limo pulls away, leaving me standing there shaking. Mercifully, the street is basically empty this early in the morning. But I still dart into my building as fast as I can.
We’re breaking the rules of whatever this is. And I think we’re both well aware of that. But I like it. The problem is, this is supposed to be just fun; casual. A hot fling with my crazy hot but completely asshole boss. But there’s nothing casual about the way he makes my heart race.
The crush from when I was a kid is rushing back. It’s all consuming. And if I’m not careful, it’s going to sweep me under.
Or maybe I already am.
I tremble when I hit the send button. The text sends, picture and all. I grin through my burning cheeks: I’m getting pretty fucking good at taking picture of my pussy.
Even a week ago, I’d never in a hundred years imagine myself doing this. I’ve never once sent anyone a nude picture. Let alone something as explicit as I just sent Barrett. But here I am; once again at work sans panties. Once again sending my boss dirty pictures. And I just spent the night at his freaking penthouse.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My phone dings. I look down and instantly gasp. My mouth falls open, and I blush deeply. Apparently, I’m not the only one who can send dirty pictures. Barrett’s just sent one back of his fist wrapped tight around his huge, thick, swollen-looking cock.
Well, there’s my answer. That’s what wrong with me. I can’t say no to him. I don’t want to say no to him: him, or his magically perfect cock. I blush and roll my eyes. But it’s true. As if the guy didn’t have enough going for him with being young, gorgeous, successful, and absurdly wealthy. He also has to have an absolutely perfect cock?
I tingle all over as I stare at his picture. My office blinds are still down. So I quickly unbutton my blouse, pull my skirt up, and spread my legs. I raise the phone up a ways to get a shot of me from my teeth biting my lip down to my thighs. Not bad lighting, either. I send it off and sit there simmering.
Almost instantly, I get another picture back, along with a text. The message says, “you’re about to make me come down there and fuck you over that desk like a bad girl.” The picture makes me gasp. It’s Barrett with his shirt open. His muscles look freaking airbrushed as always. And his huge cock is laying heavily across his grooved abs. I’m soaking wet instantly. I mean my freaking mouth is watering for God’s sake.
I’m also feeling out of control and loving it. I put the phone on my desk, propped up against my keyboard. I put the timer on it, blush and turn around. I kneel in my chair and flip my skirt up over my ass. I hear the camera click, and my face burns.
I quickly sit back down, smooth down my skirt, and send the picture. But this time, there’s no response. I text him a reply to his earlier message: “uh oh, does this mean you’re on the way down? I’m being a really bad girl today, sir. No work done at all. I might need to be punished.”
It’s super over-the-top. But I also just sent my boss a picture of my bare ass and pussy, bent over in my office chair. I think we might be past “over the top”. But still, there’s no reply.
An hour later, he still hasn’t. And now I’m sulking. I mean I get it that Barrett is a very very busy man. But come on. You’d think it would be common knowledge that you can’t leave a girl hanging after she sends you something like that.
I know I should just leave it. But I can’t help it, and I text him again: “hey, all good up there? Hope I didn’t give you a heart attack ;) .“
An hour later though, there’s still no reply. Finally, muttering to myself at how stupid I’m being, I get up to get some air. I head into the break area to make some espresso. As usual, Jenna, Carla, and the other office ladies are gossiping away around the corner. This time, I poke my head in to say hi first.
“Oh, hey girl,” Jenna says. She looks haggard. Neither she nor the other secretaries are even sitting. They’re all standing and slugging down coffee like they’re on a timer.
“Everything okay?”
Carla looks up at me. “Damn, Delphine, have you not been checking your office emails all morning?”
As it happens, no, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy sending very well-lit pictures of my ass to Barrett.
“Um, I’ve actually been swamped with some reports,” I lie. “What’s going on?”
Jenna groans. “The sky is falling. King Equities just lost three more really big investors. All of them went to Simmons Financial.”
My jaw drops. Oh shit, that’s not good. That’s not good at all.
“Mr. King is… not very happy,” Jenna adds.
“He’s on the fucking warpath is what he is,” one of the other secretaries chimes in.
Shit. I need to get up there. I pull my phone out and fake it like I’m getting a text. “Oh, wow, there he is now,” I lie. “Guess I better suit up and get up there.”
“Better wear some armor,” Carla mutters. “It’s a war zone up there.”
I take the elevator up to his floor and rush down the long hallway to his office. His secretary Alicia stands quickly. She looks relieved to see me. “Oh, thank God. I’ve been calling your office phone for ten minutes.” She nods at the door. I can hear Barrett’s muffled roar from behind it. “He, uh, he’s been asking for you.”
I tremble. “Right, okay. Thanks Alicia.”
“Ms. Hammerschmitt and the senior analyst team is already in there. Go right on ahead in.”
I nod again. I swallow, take a breath, and open the heavy door to his office. Barrett looks up first from the group crowded around the conference table by the window. His eyes burn when they see me. Half of that look I recognize as fury. The other half I recognize from last night. I tremble and close the door behind me.
“Ahh, Delphine,” Helen sees me next. She beckons me over. “We could use your help. Here, take a look at these.” I rush over. Instantly, she’s shoved a binder full of financial statements and projections under my nose. I glance up at Barrett. Our eyes lock for one second. But then it’s right down to business.
Eventually, the lead analyst team leaves to go crunch some numbers. Helen sticks around for another half an hour. Then she stands, stretches, and takes Barrett aside. I can hear her quietly trying to reassure him that everything is going to be okay. But her tone doesn’t do it much justice. His face says the same thing. When she leaves though, it’s just him and I.
I look up at him when the door shuts behind her. “Want me to go too?”
“Yes.” He scowls. “No, actually.” He rubs his temples and looks up at me from his desk. “Sorry, shit day.”
“I’m sorry, Barrett.” My lip twists in my teeth. “Look, I know how it looks, with me being new, and who my brother is. And now all of this happening…”
He waves a hand and shakes his head. “It doesn’t look like anything to me, Delphine,” he growls quietly. He scowls. Then he looks up at me with a half grin. “I wanted to get back to you,” he growls. “After your last…” his gaze sizzles over me. “Your last message.”
I blush. “Oh, that’s okay. I know you were busy with a lot—”
“I still would have responded to that,” he growls. “Except…” he nods at a smashed phone lying on the floor in the corner. I giggle.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Sort of lost control for a second.”
I know he means because of the investor news. But I still say it anyways. “Well, you sure know how to flatter a girl.”
Barrett grins.
“But I guess if the phone is smashed,
you lost those pictures?”
“Guess you’ll just have to send me some new ones,” he growls. He looks hungry again, like he did this morning. But then he looks away. The dark shadow crosses his face again, and he scowls. “You should just go,” he grunts. “I’m not sure I’m someone anyone needs to be around right now.”
I nod. But then I stop myself before I stand. “Hey, Barrett?”
“Yeah.”
“I have an idea.”
“I’m all ears.”
“When was the last time you just let loose?”
He smirks. But he frowns too. “I don’t.”
“Well, there you go! How about dinner tonight, my treat. You and me.”
Slowly, he grins. “And I thought you didn’t want to be my arm candy.”
“Oh, I won’t be. You’ll be mine.”
He chuckles. “And about being seen with me? We’re going to be front page news at any of the restaurants in town.”
“Your restaurants,” I butt in. “We’re not going to one of your restaurants though. We’re going to a normal people restaurant.”
He chuckles. “And where are we going?”
I grin. “Do you like Ethiopian food?”
Well, so much for playing this cool. Keeping things casual? Light? Unattached? Yeah, right. Last night, I broke every rule we had about this little thing of ours. I slept over at his freaking house for God’s sake.
And now, we’re on a date. I’ve tried to talk circles around it in my head. I’ve attempted to convince myself that we’re just two coworkers out de-stressing after a long day. Except we’re not. He’s my boss, I’m his employee. And we’ve had sex. Several times, actually.
But whatever this is or is not, it’s certainly one thing: fun. We’re laughing in the small booth at the back of my favorite restaurant in the city. It’s a hole in the wall, but I love it. We’re also drinking, and probably too quickly. We’re on our third beer actually before the food even arrives.