Page 50 of Bossing My Holiday
Tristan kisses her now, more demanding than I was, his hand moving from her breast to tangle in her hair, controlling the angle. I take the opportunity to unbutton her sweater further, revealing a pale blue bra underneath. I twist my body and angle my neck to press my lips to the swell of her breast above the fabric, feeling her shudder.
When Tristan releases her, her lips are swollen, her eyes glassy with desire. “This is so crazy. Who gets two men like this at once? It’s a fantasy. Something imaginary.”
“Not imaginary,” Tristan states, his voice rough. His hand returns to her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. “Brax has been wanting this for two years. I resisted for obvious reasons.”
“Reasons like you hated me and didn’t want to lose me since I’m the best assistant ever?”
He grins. “Definitely the latter and not the first. I think it’s clear by this point, I don’t hate you.”
“A limousine in Paris seems appropriate for our first time together,” I add with a smile, my thumb tracing the lace edge of her bra.
She laughs, a sound that turns into a moan as Tristan’s fingers brush against her through her underwear. “Very appropriate,” she pants.
I capture her mouth again, swallowing her sounds as Tristan continues to touch her. Her hand finds my knee, thenslides upward, tentative at first, then more confidently as I make an encouraging noise against her lips.
Tristan pushes up her skirt as I fully unbutton her top to reveal her bra and a pair of matching blue underwear.
“Fuck,” Tristan hisses, taking in the sight of her with her thighs spread, her skirt up around her hips, and her sweater completely unbuttoned. “Look at you. Look at her,” he says to me. “So fucking pretty. So fucking ours. Pull down the cups of her bra. I want to see her tits.”
And this is the shit that I fucking love.
“Only if you slide her panties to the side and show me her cunt.”
He grins wickedly as I pull down her cups so her full tits fall out, partially pushed up by the bunched fabric and underwire beneath them. With his eyes on her and two fingers in her thong, he tears it from her.
She cries out as I laugh. “You fucking jerk!” She smacks him.
“I told you this was going to be my favorite game with you.”
“I can’t go into that meeting without my panties.”
“You can and you will because these will be in Braxton’s pocket.”
He hands them to me, and I take a deep inhale, loving the wetness on them and slipping them into my pocket.
“It’s going to keep us so hard knowing you have nothing on under this skirt,” I murmur in her ear.
She should look vulnerable like this, half-dressed between two fully clothed men. Instead, she looks powerful, aware of the effect she has on us. Her initial nervousness seems to have faded, replaced by a confidence that's intoxicating.
“Good. You’ll both deserve that.” She reaches back and squeezes my cock, and I groan, especially when she rubs the head through the silky material of my pants.
Tristan chuckles as his hand returns to her inner thigh,stroking upward until his fingers press against her pussy. I watch her face as he touches her, the way her lips part, and her eyes flutter.
“You’re already so wet,” he says, his voice low and possessive as he pushes two fingers into her and her back arches away from the seat. “Is this all for us?”
Beyond the glass, Paris stretches around us with cream buildings and wrought iron balconies, morning rush hour in full swing. In here, it’s our dirty playground, and never have I been happier or more turned on.
She nods, unable to speak as he increases the pace of his fingers, ignoring her clit.
I slide my hand down and cup her breast. Her nipples are pink and hard, and when I brush my thumbs across them, she moans. The sight makes my mouth dry, and I can’t stop myself from shifting her so I can suck her nipple into my mouth.
Tristan traces through her folds, spreading her wetness, circling and playing but not quite touching where she wants him most.
“Tristan,” she pleads, hips shifting restlessly.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he says, his voice firm. “Be specific.”
Her face flushes deeper, but she holds his gaze. “I want your fingers inside me. And Brax to rub me.”
