5
Bryce
I was seriously losing my mind with Chloe. What happened last night was on a constant repeat in my head, and I couldn’t sleep. After a long, wakeful night, I finally gave up sleeping at 4am and decided to take a shower to get energized.
However, that proved to be a mistake since all I could think about was the way Chloe’s pussy felt.
Holy shit. She looked so hot during her orgasm that I desperately wanted to see that expression again. Just thinking about her moans and screams turned me hard as rock, not to mention her warm, wet pussy.
I couldn’t believe how tight she was. I’d never felt the way I did with her, each thrust bringing me too quickly to my orgasm, and when I came, it was hands down one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
It was so good that my cock remained hard, but I managed to separate myself from her before I took her again and again on my desk, floor, or any other imaginable or unimaginable surface in my office.
Tilting my head backward to meet the current of hot water, I grabbed my rigid cock and started stroking it slowly, allowing myself one quick fantasy with Chloe before I dried myself off and got ready for the flight.
Fuck, the things I was going to do to her... My whole body was anticipating it, and I couldn’t wait to stay alone with her and take my time exploring each inch of her gorgeous body...
The last night I just couldn’t handle it anymore, giving in to the powerful attraction that was telling me to claim her—to hell with the consequences. And when I finally got closer to her, observing her face that was revealing so much to me, perfectly exposing her inner struggle with her own lust, I reached the point of no return. I decided to have her right there.
I climaxed with the memory of her convulsing pussy around my cock, shouting her name. If I’d thought the last night sex was going to help me get her out of my system, I’d been seriously wrong.
Half an hour later, I was fully dressed and on my way to Chloe’s place to pick her up before we headed to the airport. I hummed along with the melody that was playing on the radio, in a good mood despite spending the sleepless night. I couldn’t complain, though, since sex with Chloe was totally worth it.
She was already waiting for me in front of her building when I arrived.
“Good morning,” she said with a smile on her face when I approached her to help her with her suitcase. “I hope I didn’t overpack.”
Barely registering her words, I let my eyes roam over her body, and my dick twitched in my pants. She was wearing a short red coat, tight black jeans, and black boots, which looked amazing on her. I tore my gaze from her to her suitcase with difficulty, noticing the big difference in its size compared to mine.
“Not at all. I’ve seen women pack a lot more for only a couple of days—my mother being one of them.”
I leaned in and brushed my lips against her, unable to resist myself. I felt her shudder right before she opened her mouth to allow my tongue entrance, and my body responded right away. I wrapped my arms around her and continued kissing her, deepening our kiss.
“You taste so sweet,” I told her when I separated from her to take her suitcase, wondering how her pussy tasted like. “Come on. Let’s get rolling.”
Our trip to the airport seemed much longer than it actually was, since the car was thick with sexual tension, and I could barely keep my thoughts away from the fact that she was too close to me and wanted me as much as I wanted her. We were both hyperaware of our nearness, barely talking as our reason gave way to lust.
I occupied my mind with the future plans and projects—with anything that could help me stop thinking about a raging hard-on in my pants, which wouldn’t go away until I buried myself deep into her. It didn’t matter anymore that she was my employee. We had crossed that line last night, and I didn’t feel even a particle of remorse. All my reason had gone out of the window, and all that was left was this increasing hunger.
Soon, I noticed the change in Chloe’s behavior, especially when it was time for us to get on the plane. She became jittery and much more silent than during our car drive, her face ashen.
“Are you okay?” I asked her when we took our seats. She nodded, not even looking at me as she fidgeted with her fingers. I spotted a few droplets of sweat on her temple. “Are you hot?”
“No,” she mumbled, her eyes downcast, and took a deep breath.
And then it came to me. She was afraid to fly.
I covered her hand with mine and offered her a smile. “It’s going to be okay, Chloe. I’m here, so I want you to know that you can rely on me for anything you need.”
She snapped her eyes up to look at me, her cheeks pink. “Am I that obvious?”
I nodded, chuckling. “Well, you can’t quite hide something like that. Why didn’t you tell me you’re afraid to fly?”
She glanced away, pink on her cheeks ebbing into dark red. “I didn’t want to bother you. After all, as your assistant I’m supposed to make things easier for you, not make them worse.”
I couldn’t respond to her right away, shocked at how sweet and innocent she was. She was so cute as she leaned toward me and rested her head against my shoulder, letting me comfort her.
“Thank you, Bryce. This means a lot to me,” she said barely audibly, and my heart contracted with an unknown emotion, my arm wrapping around her waist to keep her closer to me.
“Is there any particular reason for your fear?”
“No. It’s not like something happened to me and now I’m afraid. It’s just that I don’t like heights, and being closed in one big can with no ways of escaping isn’t very comforting.”
My smile transformed into laughter. “Well, if you put it that way... It does sound a bit scary, but there is nothing you should worry about when I’m here.”
“Right. Because if we start falling down, you’ll turn into Superman and prevent this plane from crashing.”
“Exactly. How did you know? I’m even wearing my superhero suit beneath this suit.”
She breathed deeply and laughed, which put me at ease. She was already looking a bit better.
As her boss I wasn’t supposed to care or go out of my way to make her feel comfortable and safe, but now that I finally saw a glimpse of real her—the real Chloe behind the strong, self-sufficient woman she presented to the world—I had an urge to treat her as a princess. Instead of letting her take care of all my needs, I wanted to be the one to take care of her needs.
Now that I thought about it, I realized that not even once I considered how bad she could feel because we were crossing the professional line between us. I knew she valued her career more than anything, so doing something like this to her—something that could put her career at risk—was selfish. Was I corrupting her?
I engaged her into a continuous conversation during our flight, helping her keep her mind off her fear, which not only worked very well, but also made time pass quickly. I enjoyed talking with her, and I managed to learn more about her interests and hobbies.
Our flight landed safely in Colorado, and she relaxed visibly, thanking me time and again for helping her with her fear. We got into a private car I had rented last night and headed to the hotel.
“What do you think?” I asked her as I navigated through the snowy streets, glancing at her. She was looking all around in awe, her lips curled up.
“Everything is covered in snow. It’s so beautiful.”
“I forgot how long the snow could last here.”
“Yeah. And not only that but also all these decorations and lights. This is one of the things I just love about the winter season. It looks romantic.”
I threw another glance at her, wearing a grin on my face. “You like romantic things?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t call myself a sucker for those, but I do like an occasional bouquet or dinner with candles.”
For some reason unknown to me, my brain stored this information for later. Before I could further question myself why all of a sudden I acted like I wanted to go above and beyond to make her happy, I started talking about Denver and fun things to do during winter.
As much as I enjoyed time talking to her, I was getting impatient to get to the hotel. Now that we were alone in the car again, the sexual tension returned with full force, and I just wanted to reach that hotel room and take my time with her.
After what seemed like an eternity, we checked in and arrived at our room, both of us speechless when I locked the door behind me and approached her.
I slid her jacket off, letting it drop down, and placed my hands on her shoulders.
“You’re tense,” I murmured into her hair and brushed my lips against her forehead, feeling her shoulder knots under my fingertips.
“Yeah... Um, I’m a bit tired, and I’m afraid I didn’t sleep quite well last night...”
I stepped away to look at her.
“Why not?”
Her cheeks turned beetle red. “I kept thinking about what happened in your office... And it made me restless.”
I followed her lower lip with my thumb, turned on by her confession. “Do you regret it, Chloe? Do you regret what happened between us?”
Her answer came as a whisper. “No.”
A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. If she’d said she regretted it, I would stop with my advances and go to look for another room. I would respect her feelings no matter how much I wanted her.
But knowing that she felt like me and didn’t regret it? It only urged me to get her naked and show her what the real pleasure was. However, I wanted to reward her first.
“Come here.” I took her by hand and led her to the king size bed in the middle of the luxurious apartment. “I want to give you a massage to relax you first.”
My cock began throbbing when she let out a pleased moan. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass as she lay down on her stomach and looked at me over her shoulder, hungry to taste and touch each part of her.
“Take off your shirt and unzip your jeans.”
My breathing became labored when she did what I’d told her, and I straddled her, pulling her jeans down until they reached her knees. She was only in her red lingerie, and I took several moments to admire her naked skin, finally able to see her without her clothes.
I adjusted my erection in my pants and sat down on her thighs, placing my hands on her shoulders. She moaned when I started massaging her in circles, working on her stiff muscles.
“Oh, Bryce... That feels amazing.” She fluttered her eyes shut and grabbed the sheets with her hand, her moaning becoming louder and more frequent.
I kneaded her back slowly, relishing in the sounds she was making as her hips slightly rocked left and right. I slid my hands down her waist and reached her lush butt, groaning when I cupped the soft flesh that was begging me to bite it, suck it, kiss it, do everything.
“How does this feel?” I asked her in a husky voice when I stroked her ass, my blood boiling in me.
Her eyes were still closed, her face a picture of bliss. “Mmm, amazing.”
Deciding to play a little with her before I did anything, I brought my hands around her waist to her tits and cupped them. Holy Jesus. They felt way better than I had imagined. The contrast between softness and firmness was exactly how I liked it, and the size was even better. They weren’t extremely big, but they were big enough not to fit my large hands.
“And how does this feel?” I massaged them languidly over her lace bra, her hard nipples grazing my palms.
“Ah... Even better...”
Her hips moved faster beneath me, her sounds becoming even louder now, and I knew this game wouldn’t last for long before both of us combusted, united as one.