Chapter 8

Brooke

What the fuck was I getting myself into? That was my last worried thought as his hand caressed my ass while I turned the key in my door. As it creaked open, we staggered in and he swept his lips onto mine. Our hands were grasping, ripping, and peeling off clothes, all flung aside in record time.

“My bed—in the back room,” I gasped.

We kissed and felt our way there in the dark. There was no time for turning on lights, for thought, for anything really. There was only time for here and now. For this.

In my room, we fell on the bed. Now we were naked, my bare back sinking into my cool silky sheets.

His hands and lips were swirling over me as though it was the first time he’d ever felt a woman’s body. Although if a fraction of the stories he and Jake told of his adventures were any indication, it was far from the case.

And yet, it was fun to imagine that the way he was delighting and savoring every touch was because this was as pleasurable for him as it was for me. He lowered his lips to my tit and I let out a groan. His lips and mouth were insistent—circling and sucking on my nipple with his broad flat tongue. In the dark, I could still make out that Mark’s eyes were closed, and I can feel his erection bulging and huge against me. I grabbed it, and he grinned as his eyes snapped open.

While my lips delighted in the rippled collection of muscles of his chest, my hands pumped his thick dick, up and down.

Our lips met again, our tongues swirled around each other. He tasted like sangria and me. I pumped him slower now. His hands were sweeping up and down over my body, taking care to squeeze my tits and ass, growing nearer to where I really wanted them, closer and closer. When his fingers finally entered me, I moaned.

Both of our eyes fluttered open together, just in time for me to see the satisfied gleam his bore. Just then, his head bobbed down between my legs, to join his skillful hands in their stroking. As wet heat overtook my limbs, I dropped onto the bed. Right in front of me, was the hardness I’d wanted to suck all along. The second time it slipped into my mouth was even better; somehow even harder than before. Mmm.

Already, the finger-pumping and mouth-sucking going on between my lips had me half-conscious with arousal. All I knew was that I wanted this hard thing and I was going to enjoy it fully. So, I tasted as much of him as my mouth could reach. I kissed and sucked the crease where his leg met his groin. I kissed all the way to his butt and back. The trail of my nibbling kisses brought me to his sack. I cupped his balls and sucked them softly, one at a time, running my tongue around them. He grunted in pleasure. His dick wasn’t as wet as I wanted it, so I spit on it, pausing as a spit strand dangled from my mouth to look Mark in the eye. He had paused his pleasuring to watch. The look on his face was utterly pleasured, and powerless with want. Good.

I grinned and threw my mouth over his dick, gulping it down all the way until it hit the back of my throat. Mark groaned. I repeated the motion, this time using my hand to pump him. In response, he started pounding my pussy with his finger and sucking my clit with a renewed ferocity. I moaned, although my lips spread into a competitive smile. Clearly, it was war time.

So, as Mark pumped and sucked my wet pussy and clit with all he had, I pumped and sucked his hard glory of a dick with all the concentration and vigor I could muster. In and out, up and down, around and around, it wasn’t long before both our bodies were shuddering with the building pleasure. We moved completely in sync, as if we were part of one body, one building want, one coming release.

When Mark slipped out his finger, I froze.

“Please,” I groaned.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he flipped me so that I was on my chest, with my ass out. He gave my butt a loud spank and then kissed me where his hand landed.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

Just then he shoved himself into me and everything exploded into color. Red. I was being fucked with red. Red-hot pleasure like a sort of madness, like a shaking of every part of me.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned.

He smacked my ass.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you?”

Then he slowed his thrusts, keeping me unbearably on the edge.

“Please,” I moaned.

He patted my ass, running his thumb up and down my crack leisurely, in time with his thrusts.

“Sorry, sexy ass, we’re going at my pace. Not yours.”

Enraged, I shoved my ass out further. His finger started circling my back hole. Amidst the frenzied thoughts of pleasure, one of fear entered my mind. He wasn’t actually going to do that, was he?

As his cock strokes and finger circles picked up pace, when he burrowed the end of his thumb into my hole, I had my answer.

I stiffened, and Mark paused. He patted my ass.

“Don’t worry. We’ll go slow. You’ll like it”

When I didn’t move, he slipped out his dick and thumb.

“Or we can just stop if you’d rather.”

A groan tumbled out of my mouth, while I shoved my ass out further. With a pleased grunt, he slipped his dick back into my pussy. In and out, in and—oh fuck yes. He was doing it nice and slow, fucking me smooth and deep and—was his finger probing my ass again?

Right now, it felt so good, I hardly cared. Pussy being pounded, ass being fingered, whatever he was doing, it felt incredibly fucking good. Already I was back on the edge.

As he fucked my pussy from behind, I swayed my hips in pleasure, grinding my ass onto his finger, onto his dick, onto pleasure itself. I didn’t just want more now—I needed it.

Now he was railing me hard, our bodies slapping together, his finger now deep inside me. The rhythm swallowed me up with this feeling, this feeling, this motherfucker of a feeling.

Until he slammed himself into me, hard, smacking my ass with his other hand. The feeling overtook me, flooded me and I came with a howl. As a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body shuddered with the glory of it, collapsing on the bed.

When I came to, Mark was still inside me, nice and hard. That wasn’t what was moving, however. No, he was stroking my back with his hand, up and down, head to toe. My legs still trembled, while the dance of his fingertips felt wonderful.

“You’re really fucking hot, you know that?” Mark breathed into my cheek.

Want rippled through me and I turned so our noses were touching. That was when I remembered.

This was my boss who was still inside me. My boss from my dream job. Sure, it was also my sexy muscled boss who’d bought me drinks and come on to me in the club, but still.

He seemed to sense my hesitation, because he kissed me softly now, tenderly. Then, taking my chin in his hands, with two fingers he lightly grabbed my lower lip. His hand snaked around to my ass and squeezed.

Shit, I should stop, I know I should. But it felt too fucking good. My body was no longer under my control, even what I said next was provoked by this overwhelming feeling running through me: “We’re not finished now, are we?”

His thick lower lip rose into a greedy smile.

“You kidding me? Don’t you feel this?”

He moved his dick inside me, and I groaned. Carefully sliding out, Mark kissed my cheek.

“Don’t you worry, I bet your poor pussy is sore. It took quite a pounding. But don’t worry, I have something different in mind.”

Now his fingertips were concentrated on my ass, up and down the cheeks. As much as it made me nervous, there was no denying the tendrils of pleasure that surged out from his fingers. Every touch of his body was wonderful, and this was no exception. It felt really fucking good. When his finger started tracing my ass crack, I couldn’t help it, I cooed with pleasure.

But now he was teasing me, zigzagging his finger across my crack, sweeping it over my back hole, around it, never actually in it.

Groaning, I pushed my ass out further onto his finger.

“What’s that?” Mark asked, giving my butt a smacking kiss, “You want more?”

His other hand found my pussy, and played with it in the same leisurely rhythm he was using on my other opening. Further and further, faster and faster, more and more.

When he finally dug his finger in, I moaned.

Deeper and deeper he swirled it in, while I twisted on my silky sheets with pleasure. When he paused, I froze.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he said, in a light mocking tone.

“Please—more!” I yelped, shoving my ass out on his finger further.

“Oh more?” he said, his voice deep with desire, “I’ll give you more.”

And with that, he slipped out his finger and pressed what I really wanted against my hole.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Yes,” he growled, gently thrusting himself in deeper.

“Ughhh,” I moaned, unable to help myself.

It had been ages since I’d been fucked in the ass. And it felt good, really fucking good—better than I remembered.

Mark’s hands slid up to my tits, and grasped them as he burrowed in deeper. Moans fell out of both of our lips, I was so filled and he—

“So tight,” he grunted.

In and out, he rocked himself, while I was so pleasurably stuffed, I couldn’t even move.

No, all I could do was marvel at the sounds coming out of my mouth from the pleasure he was thrusting into me, more and more and—

“More,” I croaked.

And he gladly complied. Picking up the pace, he thrust into my shaking ass with a renewed ferocity, as the pleasure overtook me, choked me, this painful sort of grinding of everything I needed. On and on, he gave me more until I was screaming with it, helpless to it, and, finally, as he emptied himself into me, cumming with it.

Groaning, thrashing and grasping each other tightly, we came as one heaving body. Then we collapsed onto each other, into each other.

A few minutes later, we slipped into the bathroom, and giggled as we stroked water onto each other’s parts, as if nothing unusual had happened. As if I hadn’t just fucked my boss.

When we settled back into bed, Mark had his arms around me. I wondered if he was just doing that to comfort me. Really, the sex had been fan-fucking-tastic. Better than I could have expected or even dreamed of. But now that my desire and arousal had been sated, I was left with the nagging thought I started with. What the fuck had I gotten myself into, and what would this mean for my job?