Amelia
My body leaned back over his couch as his hands kept me pressed to his body. His kiss was electrifying, toasting every part of my rational mind while his wine-tainted lips devoured me whole. I twirled my hands into the base curls of his hair, feeling his hands caress my back. My body longed for him, longed for the way he made me feel all those years ago, and I broke the kiss as we each panted for air.
He backed up and took my hand, leading me through his home. All the extravagance and beautiful views from his windows faded away when we walked through the threshold of his bedroom. He stopped us in the middle of the room as I looked around, and I could feel his fingers slowly working my clothes off my body.
By the time it was all said and done, I saw the body of the man I’d had six years ago. His chiseled muscles pulled taut against his body shone with the sun-kissed skin I’d raked my teeth across, and I couldn’t help but run my fingernails down his chest. He slowly backed us to the bed, laying me down onto his soft silken sheets, and that’s when it happened.
That’s when the animal appeared.
His lips devoured my neck before he nibbled and sucked a pathway down my breasts. His teeth slid across my nipples, making me jump as he knelt down onto the floor. His tongue fled down my skin, shooting electricity through my body while he slowly migrated to my pussy. I could feel him settling the crooks of my legs onto his shoulders, and suddenly I found myself begging for him.
“Please, Linc. Fuck.”
He licked a thick stripe up my pussy, raking along with it the juices that were piling up. His hands held my hips to the bed while my legs curled around his body, and he wasted no time. His tongue dove in, my hands flying to his hair while he played with my swelling clit. He flicked and sucked, pressing the ridges of his tongue deep into my body as my back arched me towards him. I could feel his arrogance confidence, his hands pressing his fingerprints into my skin as he tried to keep me still.
The fire that surged through my veins was nothing short of exalting, and his name got caught in my throat as I was slowly dragged up the side of the mountain.
I rolled my hips into his face, coating him with my juices as he moaned his appreciation in my pussy. I twitched with every lick, and shook with every suckle, then reached down to grasp for his hair as I felt that rubber band being pulled to tight.
“Yes. Linc. Please. Holy fuck. Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me—”
With a pop, my juices spilled onto his face as I quaked and quivered underneath him. My back arched off the bed, cramping my sides as my legs contracted and my muscles shook. I felt like I was floating and sinking, being weighed down by the tongue furiously slashing between my legs while my orgasm worked to raise me to the sky.
I dropped down onto his bed, heaving for air as a sheen of sweat broke out on my brow.
And then, I saw his face emerge from beyond. He brushed my hair from my face before he kissed me, and all I could do was lick myself off of him. It was the greatest taste, his dinner wine mixed with the smell and tastes of me.
I remembered that combination from all those years ago. How his wine choice paired well with the juices I had to offer him.
Then, he stood up and pulled my hips to the bed. He slung my legs over his shoulders as I laid there panting, and the moment I felt his thick condom-covered cock at my entrance I arched my hips up to him. I offered my body to him so he could do what he wanted, and the moment he pierced my pussy lips and dove into my depths, I realized why he had ruined me for any other man.
His cock touched everything at once, pulling me apart while my pussy gobbled him down.
“Holy shit, Amelia,” he said. “What the—”
He laid down onto the back of my legs, folding me in half as our eyes connected. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t buck. The only thing I could do was lay there and watch him.
Watch him ruin me again.
Sweat dripped from his brow as he began to pump. His balls smacked against my ass while his hips snapped into mine, and the moment I began to groan with pleasure he captures my lips once more. Swallowing my sounds, his dick throbbed against my walls, growing bigger than I ever thought possible as my body trembled for him. He kept rubbing against that spot that made me twitch, and every time I jumped I could feel him smile into me. I tried moving my body, raising my hips in a desperate attempt to meet his.
But he had me pinned, and something told me that was exactly what he wanted.
His thrusts became pounding, and soon the wet sounds of skin smacking skin filled his room. His breathless gasps of air turned into low-rumbling grunts, and his face fell into the crook of my neck as he demolished my body. He pounded his hips into mine, shaking his bed as my tits bounced against his strong, and chiseled chest. Our sweat intermingled as our bodies drenched the other, and I felt that telltale burn in the small of my back before it wrapped around and took hold the rest of my body.
“Holy shit, Amelia. Squeeze that cock.”
“I’m gonna cum again. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Yes. Yes. Right there, Linc. Right—there—”
My body let go again, massaging his cock and pulling it deeper into my body. I could feel the vice grip I had on him as his teeth sunk into my chest, and I shivered at the realization that I’d be marked in the morning. His hips stuttered before he rested inside of me, filling the condom with his hot cum while his body twitched and caved into mine.
My legs slid from his shoulders just before his body plummeted to mine, and the two of us rested against one another, trying to catch our breath.
I felt him slide out from between my legs before he stumbled to the bathroom, no doubt going to clean himself up. I took the liberty of sliding underneath his covers, trying to get away from the stains we’d created while covering myself from him.
I’d just slept with my fucking boss.
What the hell had I done? I was ass naked in my boss’s bed, drunk as a skunk and unable to drive anywhere. Holy hell, the dick was just as good as—if not better than—it was six years ago, but I’d just broken the cardinal rule of being a woman in a man’s world.
Don’t fucking sleep with your boss!
My entire career could end tonight. Word could circulate among the business, among the men I had just dominated in a boardroom two weeks ago, and I could lose all respect. With that lack of respect comes an unwillingness to get things done, and Lincoln would have no choice but to fire me because of the decision I just made.
I’d lose everything. My reputation. What I’d worked hard for. The paycheck I desperately needed.
Everything.
I couldn't stay here. I didn’t know how I was going to get back home, but I couldn’t stay here. I slid out from between his covers and haphazardly threw my clothes on, and the moment I heard the shower turn on I breathed a sigh of relief.
He was going to take his time cleaning up, which meant I had plenty of time to get out of here.
I tucked myself away into my clothes as I heard him step into the shower, and I walked quietly over to the elevator before I pressed the button. I didn’t put my heels on until the elevator doors closed me into the little moving room, and once I emerged from its confines and dumped out into the main lobby, George was there to greet me.
“Have a good evening, Miss Wilson,” he said.
But all I could do was stumble onto the street.
I needed to flag down a cab to get me home, and then I needed to get my car in the morning before he went to get his.
Or maybe after he got his.
I don’t know. All I knew was that I needed to get out of there, and fast.