Page 28 of Executive Benefits

I studied his face, unsure what to say. Shock wiped my mind clean of any kind of rational thought, and when he looked up to my ceiling, my gaze followed his. “Too bad there isn’t mistletoe right now,” he whispered.

My eyes connected with his when he looked back down, and I didn’t stop the kiss from happening. He leaned in slowly, and I sat there like a buffoon ignoring the giant red flags waving in the air around me. Mia was going to be pissed.

His lips brushed against mine softly, almost hesitantly. Like butterflies dancing across my skin. His smell had me drunk, and my head spun.

I leaned into the kiss. Pulsing bursts of electricity thrummed from my lips down to my neck, rocketing low into my belly. I hummed against his lips as my mouth opened, inviting his tongue to caress mine.

He moved, sliding me into his lap. I straddled his thighs, feeling his cock between my legs. I ground down, rubbing between my thighs, letting the heated ache of want fill me up.

“My dick gets so hard for you any time I think about you.”

My excitement grew upon hearing him talk, seeing him rip his shirt up and over his head. He raked his hand through my hair and pulled me to himself. Our lips crashed together as his other hand rode up my skirt. His fingers dug into my thigh, and he moved again, swinging me onto the couch, pushing the material up my thighs, hooking his thumbs on my panties, and yanking them off and down past my ankles. It was happening so fast, I didn't know how to even protest, but then, I didn't want to. I wanted this, which was probably why I'd invited him up here to begin with. I was horrible.

“I love that you wear a skirt everywhere,” he said, tugging my shirt out of my skirt and pulling it over my head. “I sit back and think about everything I can do to you under that skirt.” His fingers caressed my inner thigh, and I rocked my hips forward,waiting for him to touch some part of my wet and swollen pussy. I whimpered as he teased me.

“Oh, yeah?” I breathed. “What have you thought about?”

“I think about sticking my head between your legs, bending you over, and letting it ride up as I drill you from behind.” His fingers teased the edges of my swollen lips. The ache between my legs throbbed.

Each position he described had me growing wetter.

His fingertips tickled the other thigh, running painfully close to where I wanted him to be. A gasp slipped past my lips and Nick smiled.

“I think you like that, don’t you?” He leaned forward and brushed my clit with the tops of his knuckles.

I moaned for him and rubbed my hips along his skin, needing to feel the friction. His thumb circled around the silky, wet skin. He wiggled his finger under the slick hood, and I arched my back.

“I think you need to touch your nipples for me,” he said to me, his finger rubbing at my center. The heat that was building between my thighs made it impossible to think about anything other than feeling his mouth on my clit.

My fingers snapped up to my breasts, and I plucked my nipples, twisting them, closing my eyes under the sensation of what Nick was doing and what he wanted me to do for myself.

He stroked the area softer, and the sharp burst of pleasure sliced through me, and he shifted to his knees and brought his lips to mine. “I love hearing you scream for me. But what sound do you want to make when you pinch your nipples for me?”

I answered by pinching the skin, letting it peak between my thumb and forefinger, and moaning with the pleasure that burst from the motion. My hips rocked onto his finger, urging him to go faster.

He slid his finger into me, and I quivered as he pumped it inside me. “You're taking my finger so well, Julia,” he whispered. His breath tightened my nipples, and his eyes fell on them. “You take my instructions well too. You look fucking hot when you do what I tell you to do.”

He shoved a second finger inside me, and my legs opened wider for him as he leaned over and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I called out as his fingers thrust and curled inside me.

“Nick, stop messing around and fuck me,” I hissed, grinding into his hand more. His tongue flicked my nipple, and I jerked forward, only to drop and arch my back. He sucked at my nipple a little harder and curled his finger inside me, brushing against the smooth, sensitive skin. I tipped my head back as he rubbed over the most sensitive spot, and my moan rode through the air, bouncing off the walls as he moved to my other nipple and squeezed the first one with his hand. He placed his mouth over my nipple and sucked at it while thrusting. I was close to coming undone.

“Do you like it when I tell you what to do?” he grunted as I ran my hand down the thick line of his pants. I blinked up at him, batting my lashes, and cupped his crotch. He growled, and I moved my fingers to the zipper, opening it and shoved my hands in.

I massaged his cock as he tried to get his pants down faster.

“I do like it,” I said, rubbing the head of his dick. He shuddered, closing his eyes, and I unbuttoned his pants and helped him shimmy out of his jeans. “Holy shit,” slipped from my mouth as I realized I’d never seen him fully naked. He was toned and tanned. The definition in his muscles was that of a twenty-something, not a middle-aged man. God, he was so attractive.

His fingers combed through my hair and he yanked me to himself. His lips crashed into mine and he crushed me against his chest. Skin on skin, my breasts rubbing over his chest hair, our tongues tangled together, and small noises of delight fell from my throat.

My arm draped over his shoulder as he held me to himself, hard enough for me to feel supported but not suffocated. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. Something flashed through them, but before I could ask, his large hand engulfed my breast and his fingers twirled around my nipple.

A shudder shook down my spine, and he walked me back to the couch.

“Turn around,” he said, taking the lead. He placed his hands on my hips and spun me. He ground his cock against my ass, and I lifted my arms over my head, locking them around his neck as he bent his head down to whisper, “Hold onto the back of the couch,” in my ear.

Excitement sparked in my chest as I bent over. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was pulling a condom out of his jeans. “We were thinking the same thing,” I said, voice low.

He smiled as he pulled the condom on. “It’s the first I’ve bought them in a long time.”

---