I sit up and laugh, punching him playfully in the leg. “I’m so not!”
“Ok, you keep telling yourself that,” he teases me.
I put my tongue at him.
“Real mature comeback.” He chuckles.
“I’ll be mature on Monday,” I say. “But it’s the weekend and I just want to let my hair down and have fun.”
“Fair enough,” Brett says then he pauses. “So how about we pick up something for dinner and go back to my place?”
“I’d like that.” I smile.
Screw worrying about him being my boss. Screw worrying about getting my stupid heart broken. Just for once, I want to do the fun thing, not the sensible thing. And no amount of telling myself nothing can ever happen between us again, is stopping me from wanting him. I know I can’t have him, but at least this way, I might get another rock my world orgasm to think about when I curse the fact that he’s my boss.
15
Laughing softly, Brett gets back into the car.
My stomach growls when the delicious smell of the dinner he’s picked up wafts towards me. It smells rich and tomatoey, a little spicy. I feel a little bit embarrassed about the noise my stomach is making, but my hunger supersedes my embarrassment.
“I guess you’re hungry.” He nods to my stomach and then trails his hot gaze slowly up along my body until he’s looking into my eyes.
His gaze makes my heart flutter and my body tingles. “Ravenous,” I say, looking him in the eye.
We both know it’s not just the food I’m ravenous for.
Brett looks back at me, his eyes dark and intense. They flit from side to side slightly as he takes in my whole face.
I swallow hard beneath his intense gaze as my pussy floods.
He reaches across the backseat of the car and puts his hand on my thigh.
Sparks fly through my body as I moan quietly and then turn it into a cough in case the driver heard it.
Brett smirks and slowly moves his hand up my thigh, pushing it beneath my dress. I can feel myself shuffling closer to him as my skin responds to his touch. His hand is still moving upwards and I have to bite my lip to keep from calling out when his fingers graze over my damp panties. His touch is light, but the lace of my panties still rubs ever so slightly over my clit, and even that feather soft touch makes me want to grab Brett and ride him right here in the back seat of the car.
Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the seat back as Brett’s expert fingers caress me through the lace. His touch is teasing, just firm enough to work me into a frenzy, but not firm enough to give me any sort of release. I bite down on my lip again as I begin to move my hips, pressing myself into his touch.
It’s still not enough and I need more. I need the release that only he can give me. My own hand starts to move, responding to the command of my body rather than my brain. It slips beneath my dress, my arm brushing Brett’s. I hear him suck in a breath as our arms touch. I run my nails along his arm until my hand reaches his, and then I cup his hand with my own, applying pressure, pressing down and getting the hard touch on my clit that I crave. I suck in a gasping breath, as an intense pulse goes through my clit.
Brett keeps his hand in place, but he lets me control his touch, bending to my will as I move my fingers over his, harder and faster. I can feel myself coming undone. My breath catches in my throat as pleasure courses through my body, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.
Opening my eyes, I glance at Brett. He is looking back at me, his face full of lust and I know it’s not just me he is tormenting; it’s himself as well. He’s as desperate for me as I am for him. I see his throat work as he swallows hard.
My clit is greedy, screaming for more and I feel myself pressing down even harder on Brett’s fingers, moving them rapidly from side to side. I want to move my hand back, drag my panties away from me, but I’m afraid that if I move my hand from Brett’s for even a second that the spell will be broken.
That he’ll remember where we are and stop touching me.
Closing my eyes again, I feel my whole body starting to tingle. My orgasm is so close now and I can’t let myself go too far. I have to stay in control so I don’t scream out Brett’s name as I come.
I’m almost there when I feel Brett lean towards me. I smell his scent, feel the heat from him as he comes closer. He whispers in my ear, so close that I can feel his breath tickling my already tingling skin, “Come for me Opal.”
It’s a whisper, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s clearly a command. I slip over the edge, losing control as my body follows Brett’s order. I take in a large, gasping breath as my orgasm slams through my clit, my pussy, up into my stomach and beyond. It spreads through my full body, bringing me to life, priming me for more, and I hold onto the breath I took.
I feel every muscles in my body contract and then relax, contract and then relax. I can feel my face screwing up as the intense pleasure becomes almost more than I can bear—then it’s over and I am coasting down, filled with warmth and tingling aftershocks.
It’s a relief when the intense feeling has passed, but it’s also a disappointment. I thought I was ready for my climax, for
