Chapter 14

Charlie

I slid to the floor and quickly undid his pants, anxious to pull that thick cock out and get it into my mouth. My head was still swimming from my orgasm, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mouth around his cock before he plunged it deep into my depths.

I yanked the rest of his clothes off his body and watched his muscles twitch with anticipation. It was all I could do to keep from raking my tongue along every throbbing muscle in his body. His dick bobbed with sheer want, the throbbing vein bulging from its side, and I dipped my entire hand into the whipped cream bowl and slathered his cock with it.

“Holy fuck, Charlie,” he said, groaning.

I swallowed his dick to the back of my throat while my tongue licked up all the sugary cream I had doused his dick with. I slurped and gulped, planting my slippery whipped creamed hand onto his stomach and making a mental note to lick it off later. His adventurous spirit in the bedroom was something I had been craving in a man for years, and now that I finally got to enjoy it I wasn’t holding anything back.

After all, this had to end eventually—with uncertain consequences—so I was going to ride this train as hard as I could for as long as it lasted.

“Good holy fuck, Charlie. What the—”

I took him deep to the back of my throat before my tongue licked out, touching the base of his cock and running it around until I could gather all the whipped cream. I felt him grow still bigger, pulsing against my lips while his dick just kept growing for me.

Then, I felt his hands tangle themselves in my hair, before he pulled me off of him.

“That’s not where I wanna cum today, beautiful,” he said.

I moaned at his words before he tossed me to the bed. My body bounced while I tried to gather myself onto my knees, but by the time I had steadied myself I felt him running his wet cock along the crack of my ass. He painted my ass cheeks in his pre-cum before he slid his dick inside my body, and my head dipped into the bed as he set a furious pace.

“You’re so fucking tight for me. Oh, fuck, Charlie. Holy shit.”

I bucked back into him while his dick hit me in all the right places. I could feel my legs quivering as I moaned and shivered into the comforter, and his balls smacking against my clit as they hung low with want, did me even more than I could’ve asked for.

“Holy shit, you’re massive,” I said breathlessly.

His hips snapped against mine and his balls smacked my clit, but before I could slowly approach my own orgasm he pulled out of me quickly and flipped me over. My tits bounced in my face as he descended onto my body, and he pulled a nipple between his teeth. My back arched into him, my hands tugging his hair and pulling his face deeper into me, and he moaned in wanton lust just before with one great thrust, he slammed his dick back inside me.

“Oooooh, God, L. Yes.”

My whimpers and moans became monosyllabic drones as his dick pumped deep into my body. I wrapped my thick legs tightly around him while his face sunk into the crook of my neck, and I could feel his heavy breaths while his body drove into mine. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of the room while the bed banged against the wall, and my nails dug into the chiseled muscles that cascaded down his back, and soon my orgasm began to build again.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Please, don’t stop. Oh L, don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop. Holy fuck, I’m not gonna stop. I’m so close, Charlie. Shit.”

I released his waist and dug my hips into the bed, matching him thrust for thrust just before his teeth sank into the meat of my breasts. He moaned into my skin just as he buried deep into my pussy, his cock twitching and jumping while my walls clamped down around his cock. My body shivered and quaked, pulled taut by my orgasm while my head spun and my vision blacked out.

Then, all at once, my body collapsed to the bed while L’s dick continued to fill me to the brim before his cum seeped out onto the bed.

I heaved for air, my throat wheezing as I tried to catch my breath. His rippling body of muscle collapsed onto me, shielding me from the world while he peppered my neck with soft kisses. We were both trembling in each other’s arms, rocked by our orgasms and shaking from the adrenaline-laced adventure.

I felt tears rising to my eyes—sheer joy filling the depths of my soul—and that’s when the panic quickly settled in.

“That was amazing, Charlie,” L said in my ear. “Holy fuck, where did you learn to do all that?”

“That had nothing to do with me,” I said, panting. “You fuck like a Sex God.”

“A Sex God, huh?” he asked, as he slid off me. “Maybe that should be my nickname in your phone.”

“Oh please. I think I’ll make it ‘needy little bitch’ instead,” I said.

“Oh, it hurts so bad,” he said.

“Oh, no. It hurts so good,” I said, smirking.

I felt L drape the comforter down over our bodies and I finally found the energy to roll over and take a look at him. His forehead was glistening with sweat and his lips were swollen from his kisses to my neck. His eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were red with his exertion. I felt my heart flutter in my chest just before I swallowed deep, and I looked away before I sunk any deeper into his stare.

Shit. I was catching feelings for my boss.

I told myself not to do this. I told myself this was a bad idea and that nothing good could come of it. I told myself I could lose my job or lose my heart or lose the respect I’d garnered in the office. I could lose my future and my potential career and even the dreams I had of opening my own business one day. Holy fuck, I could lose it all right in this very moment if I looked over at L again and my chest tugged like that.

So, I took another chance and tilted my head to look at him once more.

He picked his hand up and slowly brushed some hair away from my eyes. He tucked some loose strands of red hair behind my ear before his thumb stroked my cheek lightly, and I turned my lips to his skin before I kissed the tip of his finger.

And that damn fluttering sensation returned.

The truth of the matter was I was grateful for everything L had done for me. He was mentoring me in ways I’d never receive at any other real estate business. He was a hell of a businessman, and to be admired when it came to how he scored the best deals, and he was a fucking great boss. He had built a multibillion dollar company from the ground up with nothing but a warehouse he purchased and $50,000 investment, and here he was living the life every single one of us could only dream of.

He was the American success story, and he did it in an industry that rarely saw the type of success he enjoyed.

And, to top it all off, he was a wonderful person. I laid there, staring at him, and I thought about all the great conversations we had in Helsinki. Even after our mind-blowing sex, the witty banter was still there, and it was nice to talk with someone who had the mental wherewithal to keep up with the shit I could throw out. I had enjoyed making him laugh in that stuck up restaurant he took me to in Finland. He was a proud man and I enjoyed taking him down a peg whenever I could.

He seemed to enjoy the banter we had going on as well, which didn’t hurt things much.

But his dick. My God, the man could wield that thick piece of heaven in bed any way you wanted him to. You want it sideways? You got it sideways. You wanna be pressed up against the wall and fucked off your feet? His strong arms have got you. You wanna be on your back with your legs spread to the ceiling while you rake your fingertips down his back? He’ll growl in your ear just for good measure.

The man knew what the fuck he was doing in bed, and no man that ever came after him had any hopes of measuring up.

Ellison James had forever set the standard in my life—for how men were supposed to talk, look, dress, carry themselves, and perform in bed. And from that moment forward, I was doomed.

I would never find another man like L, and when things finally ended between us—because they obviously had to—I was fucked.

Truly and royally fucked.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked.

“The usual,” I said. “Work, building codes, progress in the company, that dick of yours.”

“Oh, really?” he asked. “That last topic seems of particular interest.”

“Oh, it does, does it?” I asked, as he climbed back on top of me.

“It does. I think I’d like to hear more about it,” he said.

“Oh, you wanna hear how big I think your cock is?” I asked.

“Mhm.”

“Or how amazing you are at wielding that thing around?” I asked.

“Mhm.”

“Or how wonderful it feels when it dives deep into my pussy?”

“Oh yes, definitely that,” he said, groaning into the crook of my neck.

And just like that my legs slid open to accommodate his dick; that currently throbbed at the entrance to my pussy.

So long as this happened, I would never deny L what he wanted, because the truth of the matter was that I wanted it just as much as he did.

No matter the cost, to my career—or my heart.