Page 70 of Under the Mistletoe
“Yes… sir?” I tease. He is my boss, after all.
“Oh, fuck…” He throws his papers on the seat next to him as I shimmy his pants down. Aside from the morning sex we had on his desk weeks ago, our professional lives have remained exactly that. But here and now, technically, we’re not in the office.
“You need to relax… and I can help you with that…” I tell him again as I grab on to him, giving him a few pumps, feeling him thicken in my hands.
He groans. “Yes… baby… yes, I do…”
I grin as I lean forward, flattening my tongue against him. I move slowly, deliberately, ensuring everything else in his mind leaves.
“Jesus…” I hear him murmur as I taste him, the low rumble of the aircraft filtering through, our seat belts long forgotten.
I hum as I find a rhythm, moving slowly at first, teasingly so, as I run my tongue up and down his shaft, over and over, circling his tip before taking him deeper.
“Fuck, baby.” His thighs tense under my hands as his hips start to move in time with my mouth. My body feels warm, my need for him increasing as I feel tingles down below.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of your red lips on me? Fuck, let me watch.” His hands scoop up my hair, holding it high on my head, the tight pull giving me a welcome sting to my scalp.
“Mmmmmm.” My hips start to rock a little. When Mabel gave me this casual dress, I’m not sure this is the activity she had in mind.
“Yes, you look so good. Your lips wrapped around me. Fuck, so good…” I only wear red lipstick. I feel it gives the most oomph to my look without me investing time or money in other products. Clearly, Donovan likes it too.
I lean back, sucking on his tip a little bit as I lift my eyes and meet his.
“Are you wet, baby? Fuck, I want to feel your pussy…”
His words are like a preemptive strike as I feel myself flutter.
“So wet… sir…” I tell him, because I am, and it’s torture.
“Fuck… Come here…” He leans over, grabbing me under my arms and hoisting me up as I scramble off the floor quickly. My face flushed, my lipstick smeared, my heart racing.
“Yes…” I’m almost shaking. Who knew this is what we both needed. I straddle him, and he pushes up my dress, grabbing my underwear and pulling it to the side just before he lifts his hips and I take him inside me.
“Fuuuuccckkkkk yes.” Looking up at me, his hands wrap tight around me, my movements starting immediately. I grind my hips, needing the friction.
“Oohhhhh…” I pant, sounding like a porn star, having no idea where this voice is coming from as we sit in this very expensive white leather seat, the clouds below us, nothing but blue sky out the window.
“That’s it, baby…”
Our movements become frantic, both chasing a high and wanting it immediately. I crave this man. I crave his touch, his words. I feel alive in his presence.
“Yes…” I moan, the sound high-pitched as I move my hands to the side, holding on to the arms of the chair as we fuck with abandon.
“Yes, what?” he demands, his jaw tight, his thrusts deep.
“Yes… sir…” I pant out.
“Good girl.” His voice rumbles as our bodies thrash against each other. I’ve never felt like this. Never wanted someone so much that I would have sex like this with people merely a few feet away.
“You need to be quiet when you come. I don’t want any other man to hear what you sound like…” His hands move to my ass, where he pushes me down, over and over.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper. Our foreheads touch, our lips close, our hot breaths mixing as we stare into each other's eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby, so fucking good…” He groans like it pains him as my legs start to quiver…
“I’m going to—” I whimper, needing him to know.
“I feel your pussy, baby… It tells me everything I need to know.” His jaw clicks, the tension we felt moments ago all gone. The only thing that now matters is the two of us, here and now.
