Mostly MyBoss
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I was weak. With his hand between my legs, his thumb circling my clit, I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. In my defense, he felt way better than the wine.
“Take off that tank top. I want to suck on your nipples. I love how you go fucking crazy when I do that.”
Again, I didn’t have the most experience with sex, so from my perspective, it was easier to just let Ethan do whatever he wanted to do. But he was right. I did like it when he did that. I liked when he did everything to me because there was a familiarity to his touch. To his voice. To the smell of him that made sex with Ethan seem not as scary as it had been with others.
The trust was there. Already built in.
I pulled the tank top over my head and felt his lips pull on my already hard nipples. My fingers ran through his burnished brown hair and I smelled his shampoo. This was different than it had been last time. He’d been in so much pain then and I’d felt such a responsibility to ease it.
His father died three months ago. He’s still in pain. That’s why he thinks he loves you.
Which was another reason I should probably stop him. Not for my sake, not to prevent the agony of having him and losing him again, but because he didn’t even understand his own motivations. The feelings and emotions that were pushing him to cling to me in his grief.
But then he was sliding my shorts down my legs, pushing his hips against mine, and in a single thrust he was inside me. My fingers clenched his shoulders, my nails digging into the hard flesh there. Trying to mark him. Trying to brand him.
He didn’t move, just stayed heavy and still inside me. Ethan inside me was always different, more substantial. Like he was taking up all the space inside my body and not just my pussy.
“Fuck, Jules. Your fucking perfect cunt. I missed it. I fucking missed you,” he hissed out.
“You didn’t even remember you took my virginity,” I reminded him. Finally getting to say it, even when I used to tell myself it was a good thing he didn’t remember it happening.
He stopped moving then and looked at me. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for Nicki. I’m sorry for not remembering. But I am so fucking thrilled I was your first everything and nothing can change that.”
He pushed inside me again, hard and deep. “Did I even make you come? That first time.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. There had been too much pain at first, then something else. Something that felt too big to control.
He wrapped his arm around my thigh and pushed it high up close to my chest so he could fuck me deeper into the couch. “No? Then I owe you orgasms, Jules.”
Yes, I thought. He owed me. Orgasms and answers. And everything.
“Come back to the therapist with me tomorrow.”
I shook my head and tried to hug him closer to me. “Harder.”
Which made him immediately stop. “One more hour.”
“No. Now fuck me, God please.” I tried to push myself against him, but he had my body under total control. That was the thing about Ethan. He gave the impression of being tall and lanky, not strong, until he was on top of you. Then he was all strength and dominance of will.
He pulled away, his cock just barely inside me, throbbing—or was that me throbbing around him? I couldn’t tell. A sob escaped my chest.
“You know me,” he growled into my ear. “You know I’m fucking ruthless when I want something. You don’t come until I get my time.”
“Fine!” I shouted and pounded my fists on his back. “Whatever. Just finish this.”
“That’s my point, Jules.” He fucked into me hard and deep, and we both groaned in unison. “This. Is. Never. Fuck. Ever. Fuck. Going to be finished between us.”
I didn’t hear that last part as my orgasm was swallowing my whole body. I could feel myself clamping around him, holding on to his dick in way that made me think I could have him inside my body forever.
“Jules!” He snapped his hips and shouted as he came. I felt the pulses of his come inside me and it triggered a small post-orgasmic sensation.
He let go of my leg and collapsed on top of me. I was pressed into the cushions with his mouth against my neck, my hands on his sweat-slicked back.
“I don’t know what difference you think another session is going to make,” I told him. “I already promised you I would come back.” Because I was weak.
“There’s nothing to come back to,” he muttered against my neck. “You don’t work for me anymore. Remember? Which means our only chance is to move forward without the company between us.”
“I don’t know if I want that,” I admitted. I didn’t know if I could trust forward with Ethan.
He slid out of me and lifted his weight onto his forearms on either side of my head. “I know. Because I fucked up. But the only way I can think to fix this is to keep talking. At the very least…if we can’t make this work…we’ll have some kind of closure. Promise me, Jules.”
As if I could refuse him. As if I had any strength at all to do that.
“Okay. I promise.”
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