Page 25 of Handling the CEO

I explode when he moves his hand over my breast and pinches my nipple so hard I might bruise, but the touch of pain pushes me over the edge, yelling again.

My orgasm unleashes something in him, his movements erratic and overpowering, and when I feel him shuddering, throbbing inside me, he throws his head back and roars as he empties himself. He is magnificent as he comes, my caveman, appearing carved by Rodin himself—I want to see him like this again and again.

He rests in the same position for a moment, both of us catching our breath, then gently bites the inside of my calf and goes to get rid of the condom and clean up, leaving me reeling, simply staring at the ceiling in awe of what just happened.

I don’t wait long as he climbs on top of me, crushing his mouth on me as I drag my nails over his back and rub my shin against his leg.

“Hi Avril,” he says as he boxes me in with his muscular forearms.

“Hi to you too, caveman.” I smile and run my fingers through his hair, tenderly massaging his head, winning me a rumble of pleasure from him. He leans and peppers my shoulder and neck with kisses as he moves slightly off me and begins caressing me.

“You are so beautiful,” Jon starts. “This neck.” He kisses it. “This collarbone.” He runs his finger gently over it. “And these tits. Fuck—these tits I can’t believe I waited so long to taste these!” He takes a tip in his mouth and sucks on it as I heave. “To touch them.” He uses his palm to fondle my other breast, still keeping suction on my nipple. My nub is so hard as his tongue twirls around it, and just when I can’t take it anymore, he moves to the other and all I can think of is to get him inside me, ideally while he still tends to my boobs.

But it is my turn to play, so I get my vagina in check, to push him on his back and start tracing his chest with my finger, my hair falling on his shoulder.

“You are the one to talk, hot man, these muscles,” I add while kiss his peck, “these abs.” I run my palm on his flat stomach and following his happy-trail I reach his thickening penis. “And this cock of yours,” I caress it gently along its already hardening length and Jon’s breath catches. “I think I am well within my repayment rights to have a serious conversation with this big dick.” His eyes turn sparkling as I lower myself in the bed, mapping his front with my nails, enjoying the hissing sounds he makes.

Placing my lips a hairbreadth from his member, I whisper staring straight at his face, “Because you somehow believed I don’t need 30 people working for me to create the weather predictor, that I could do it all by myself… well, you deserve a treat.”

“Treat?” he gasps. “I am surely treated right now just by having you hovering over my cock.”

“Oh, the charmer came out to play?” I smile, not awaiting his answer, but flatten my tongue and run it over his shaft from base to tip, doing a little swirl around the head, licking a bead of fluid which causes Jon to growl. I continue taking just the top in my mouth, keeping eye contact, but hold his balls in my hand and start massaging them.

He jerks and moans, “Fuck… me!”

Picking a page out of Jon’s book, I slowly, incredibly slowly start taking him fully in, and when he hits the back of my throat, I relax and welcome him further in. Jon’s eyes close, this incredible man completely surrendering to me. I commence sucking in earnest, using one hand at his base, rubbing him and the other on his balls, bobbing my head, marveling at him lost in pleasure.

He doesn’t thrust in the beginning, leaving me in charge until I hollow my cheeks and the suction makes him move his hips, starting to fuck my mouth. He makes a fist with my hair as he moves deep down my throat, and I moan over his powerful pushes.

“I can feel that through my balls. Fuck! You take me so well.”

I can’t speak so full of him but continue playing with his testicles, using my nails to press gently behind them, in the magic zone which makes him move faster and faster. The noises coming out of him increase, words turn to gibberish and then he freezes, and I feel his release down my throat; I assist by drinking him down, licking every drop, while still touching the place behind his balls, extending his orgasm.

He flumps back, drained, and I move up and rest my head on his shoulder. His arm pulls me to him, and I put a leg over his.

“Fucking hell woman, that was quite a treat!” He notes in the end.

I chuckle, burying my face in his chest. “You are not so bad yourself, mister.”

He draws little circles on my hip with his hand and I hold him tighter, putting my arm around his waist, both of us enjoying the silence and contentment between us.

“Seriously, Jon, did you not read the contract at all?” I lift my head and look over at him.

“Honestly, I didn’t even think about it—Mike usually takes care of that, I have a zillion suppliers, engineering etc. on my roster… I do not know why I assumed I was interviewing you, sounds like you were interviewing ME!”

I laugh at that and kiss his cheek. “Now you are getting it, caveman. You paid for exclusive usage, but my company isn’t a subcontractor to yours, more like a partner. I get access to your planes for testing, you use my software. As to why I was at your office for the meeting… I just didn’t prioritize renting an official headquarters yet. I know, CEO of the year, I am not. But with the move and all my staff preferring working from home, that was not high on my ‘to do’ list. Some really good people work for me, with years of experience. They don’t need a lot of supervision, so I can code as well. It helps I have a couple of great project managers as well, who supervise day-to-day activities.” I explain how I can be both a manager and work on writing software. I plaster myself over him more, the heat coming from his body as addictive as his cologne.

“When Richard started badmouthing me at Hove, and my boss said it would be best if we don’t disrupt the workplace with our personal issues instead of taking my side knowing damn well my ex had no part in my code, I decided that going at it alone was the way forward. My team there agreed to leave with me. Since then, I have picked up a few others. It’s not thousands like you have at McAv, but it’s enough for now.” I shrug.

“I suppose that’s why you were reluctant to start anything with me? After the Hove mess?”

I nod in agreement, but he continues on a different path.

“Wow! That is pretty brave to give them the middle finger. I did not want to be CEO. I never thought it was for me. If my father wouldn’t have dropped the company on me, I would have never come back.”

“Shove it down your throat, did he?” I poke at his side.

“More like guilt tripped me. He said I either came back home and took over or he would give it to Miranda. I agreed, but never knew he was ill. When his lawyer called, I was on the slopes of Tignes. Scared out of my mind, a 23-year-old with no experience of running anything besides a bar tab. So yeah, brave taking the risk yourself.”

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