Josh had skills. Serious, undeniable, intense sexual skills. The man had made me come with his mouth and his cock, both feats I’d thought were impossible. He’d proven me wrong. Hell, the second he woke up after a night of sated, clingy sleep, he started proving me wrong all over again.
“Fuck,” I hissed, dropping my head back. I was so close already, so tight and swollen and soaked. The man was a sex machine. “I want to come.”
“Then work that pussy down on me. Show me how much you want to squeeze my cock.”
He thrust from underneath me, his thighs tight against my ass. I’d been on top before, but not like this. Not with my partner’s knees bent behind me. Josh had mentioned something about angles and G-spots, but really, I’d been too stuck on his beautiful mouth forming words like cock and pussy to pay much attention to the rest. All I knew was I was straddling the man with his thighs at my back and his hands all over my spread pussy.
Life was good.
I rocked faster, chasing that release, needing one more. Josh thrust up, watching me. Always watching me. Looking for a sign or signal. His thumbs worked in some sort of circular dance over my clit, his hips rolling under mine. The depth in this position, the angle he kept me at, might have been perfect.
I groaned when he pressed his thumbs together, stroking the length of my clit before running around where we were joined. “Can you do that again?’
“I can do it all fucking night if it’ll make you come again. You close, baby?”
I couldn’t speak, could only nod as he worked my clit like it was his damn job. Faster, harder, I chased that tightness, that need, that tingle giving way to a clench. The one I’d always struggled for. The one Josh was not only able but willing to chase with me, no matter how long it took.
“So close. So close.” I threw my head back and grabbed my breast, pinching the nipple. Needing a little bit more. Craving that tiny bit of pain. “I’m going to come so hard.”
“But you need it to sting a little first, huh? You need my teeth on you?” Josh didn’t wait for me to answer. He sat up instead, his abs flexing beneath me. Before I could even take a breath, his mouth was on my nipple. Sucking. Pulling. Teasing me. But the teasing didn’t last. Josh got serious real quick. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down hard enough to make me jump. And more.
I came with a groan that was probably just over the edge of being too loud, not that I cared. Hell, not that Josh cared. He cursed and fell back to the mattress, rubbing his thumbs over my clit, keeping that orgasm rolling as long as possible. But when I was done, when I unclenched, shivering, and curled my body toward his, domineering Josh took over.
He flipped us both, yanking my legs up until my feet were flat against his chest. His thrusts were harder, so much deeper like this. He’d given me mine, and he was taking his.
“You know what it’s like, knowing I’m the only one to ever feel that? That I’m the only one who’s ever felt you come from inside?” His hips slammed into mine, his motions hard and rough. Almost out of control. “Makes me wanna mark you, Bailey. Show everyone you’re mine.”
“Oh God. Why is that thought so fucking hot?”
He moved faster, pounded harder, until the only thing in the world was him. The only sound that of our heavy breaths and slapping skin, the only sensation the ones from the heat of his body and the fullness of his cock inside of me.
“Josh.” I gasped and rolled my hips up, that familiar tingle slamming down hard on me. Again? How could that be? I’d never brought myself off more than once no matter how hard I tried. But Josh knew what he was doing, an almost proud smile rising on his face as he kept up his pace.
“Ah, baby, you’re gonna go off again, aren’t you? This pussy’s just been waiting for my cock to fill it, hasn’t it?” He slowed and dropped his head, giving my ankle a tiny bite before rolling his hips right against my clit. “Give me it. Come all over me.”
This time, I didn’t come with a groan or a gasp. I screamed as my fourth orgasm of the night—day?—set my body on fire. So strong, so overwhelmingly powerful, even my toes clenched.
Josh grunted out something that sounded an awful lot like my pussy before he pressed deep and held himself still, groaning, his abs clenching as he came. Such a sight. This man—this handsome, sweet, smart man—had been my wet dream for close to two years. Seeing him come, watching as his muscles locked down and his eyes closed, as his mouth twisted in pleasure—my imagination hadn’t been nearly good enough.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come.” The words came unbidden, a truth whispered in the quiet as we both caught our breaths.
Josh chuckled and ran his hands up my legs, kissing my knees before letting them fall to the mattress. “I’m not the sexy one here, Bailey. Believe me.”
He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled out of me, excusing himself as he headed to the en suite bathroom. He was back in a flash, kissing his way up over my abdomen.
“We are so not starting again,” I said, stretching as his hands skimmed over my waist. He settled on top of me, his hips between my knees, his head against my chest, and his hand stroking and pinching my nipple in an almost unconscious way. Josh was a snuggler. Perfect.
We lay there for quite a while, sometimes whispering to each other, sometimes just enjoying the silence as the sun rose higher outside the windows. It was peaceful and intimate, more so than any other experience in my life. This was what I wanted, what I’d always wanted—a deep, meaningful connection with a good man. True, I hadn’t expected that man to be so much older than me, nor had I ever guessed he’d be my boss. But those things fell by the wayside. My heart chose him, my body chose him, I chose him. Nothing else mattered.
Famous last words…or thoughts, in this situation.
“Bee?” The voice that sounded through the house froze us both. Josh’s eyes grew wide, surprise evident. “Daddy? Bee? Where are you?”
At the sound of the herd of little feet moving closer, we both jumped up. Clothes-clothes-clothes. I needed my—shit.
“My clothes are downstairs,” I hissed, yanking the sheet from his bed and wrapping it around myself.
“Daddy?” Max hollered, sounding tired and whiny. Not a good combination.
“Be right down, buddy.” Josh opened a drawer and dug inside before tossing me a shirt. “Put this on.”
It was dark cotton, long and soft. And as I went to slide inside the T-shirt, I noticed the lettering.
“Really?” I said even as my smile went wide at the thought of what I was wearing. “Your baseball shirt?”
He shrugged, almost smiling. “I like the idea of you in my clothes. Especially something with my name on the back.”
“You’re kind of a caveman, Dr. Hutton.”
“Would you believe me if I said I’ve never been this way before? Apparently, you bring out the caveman in me, baby.”
With one final kiss and a heck of a handful of my ass grabbed, he slipped out the door.
“Max. What are you doing home, buddy?”
“Daddy! There you are.”
I grinned. God, those two were adorable together. I waited until I heard the sounds of Josh’s footsteps on the stairs before heading for the door. Two minutes—that was all I needed to get to my room, throw on some shorts, and head downstairs to see why my little guy was back so soon.
But fate had a way of stepping in and fucking everything up.
Josh’s mother walked out of Max’s room just as I walked out of Josh’s. My eyes met hers, my hands dropping to the hem of the T-shirt with Northwestern emblazoned across the front. There was no doubting what Josh and I had been doing.
“Mrs. Hutton.” I nodded, striding for my door as if I hadn’t just gotten caught fucking her son. My boss. Oh hell.
“Bailey. I’ll give you time to…clean yourself up.”
I nodded and hurried into my room, my eyes pricking with embarrassed tears as I shut the door behind me. What had I just done?