He shook his head and kept his distance. He murmured, "Jesus," as he looked around the garage. "You suppose I see you as a whore? No! Just in case... He stopped, trying to collect his ideas, and then, with a tightened jaw, gave up.
I felt a burst of rage that overwhelmed my ability to think clearly. I stepped forward and gave him an unthinking hard smack across the face. The empty garage reverberated with the loud noise. He automatically reached for the region where my palm had grazed him as he gazed at me in a state somewhere between amazement and rage.
I said with anger, "You may be my boss, but you don't get to tell me how this works."
The heavy quiet that lingered between us was so thick that I could hardly hear the passing cars in the distance. I didn't hear you complain, you know," he said, taking a step toward me as his eyes became dark and fierce.
A smooth bastard. Moving closer, he said, "Against the window." "In the stairs and elevator. You saw me screw you when I was in the changing room. One more action. Furthermore, I didn't hear a single word of complaint from your filthy lips when you spread your legs in my office today.
The chilly metal of my automobile pressed against my back through the thin fabric of my dress, causing my chest to rise and fall quickly. He was taller than me even in heels, and as he drew in closer, his warm breath touched my hair. We just needed to look up for our lips to touch.
I snarled, "Well, I'm done," between clamped teeth, yet each labored breath offered a little sigh of comfort as our bodies scraped against one another.
He shook his head and leaned in even closer, his erection pushing into my stomach. "Of course you are," he muttered. He trapped me by bracing his hands on the automobile. "Finished completely."
"Except... perhaps," I stumbled, uncertain of whether I wanted to speak out loud.
"Perhaps just once more?" His lips touched mine just slightly.
It seemed too delicate and genuine.
I said, "I don't want to want this," as I raised my face and touched my lips to his. I shouldn't do it.
Just when I thought I may pass out, he grabbed my lower lip between his own and pulled me closer. His nostrils had begun to slightly flare. He intensified the kiss while growling at me and pushed hard on the automobile. Like our last meeting, his hands lifted to take the pins out of my hair.
Our lips met and parted, our hands gripped hair, and our tongues danced as we alternated between playful and passionate kisses. He jerked his knees slightly, rubbing his erection into me, and I gasped.
"God," I groaned, encircling him with my leg and pressing my heel into his thigh.
He blew a loud, "I know," against my lips. His palm cupped my ass and he gave me a hard squeeze as his attention turned to my leg. Have I mentioned how gorgeous those shoes are? What on earth are you attempting to do to me with those naughty little bows?
There is another bow, but you'll need some luck to discover it, I suppose.
He suddenly withdrew. He wrenched the door open and yelled, "Get in the fucking car," his voice low in his throat.
I scowled at him, anxiously trying to allow reason to enter my fogged-up thoughts. What ought I to do? What did I really desire? Could I give him my body in such a way again? He stroked his fingers up my neck and into my hair as I shook and felt my composure ebbing away.
He grabbed my hair firmly, yanked my head in his direction, and met my eyes. "Now."
After making my choice, I pulled him into the backseat by re-wrapping his tie around my wrist. He started removing the ties from the front of my garment as soon as the door shut behind him. His fingertips caressed my naked flesh as they moved down the garment, and I sputtered. He pulled me back and then knelt between my knees, encouraging me to lie on the chilly leather.
He placed his hand between my breasts and let it dangle down my stomach until it touched the lace garter belt. His fingers ran over the border of my panties before circling back to trace the tiny ribbons around the edge of my stockings.
My stomach clenched with each motion, and I found it difficult to regulate my breathing. "Luck has nothing to do with it," he said, looking up at me as his fingers continued to linger on the small white bows.
I dragged him toward me while maintaining a strong hold on his shirt, inserting my tongue into his lips to cause him to gasp as his hand squeezed against me. Our kisses became longer and deeper as our lips engaged in a passionate quest, driven by increasing desperation as more and more flesh was revealed.
I took off his shirt and examined the silky skin across his ribs, the well-defined muscles at his hips, and the soft hair trail that enticed me to look farther down as I did so. I slid my fingers over his belt, eventually feeling the hardness hidden inside his jeans, hoping to torment him as he had teased me.
He moaned, and the sound of his voice echoed in our mutual kiss. You have no idea what you are doing to me, I say.
I whispered back, "Tell me," using his own words against him. The excitement of having the tables turned motivated me. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you.
He shuddered, biting his lip, and his forehead pressed against mine. "Fuck me," you should say.
As ridiculous as it may seem, I wanted him to rip my pants apart as his hands shook and he clutched them in his fist. I had never experienced such unadulterated intensity, so I didn't want him to hold back. He yanked them off without saying a word, and the small discomfort from the cloth scratching against my flesh just added to the pleasure.
By moving my leg forward, I was able to push him away from me. I forced him against the backseat as I sat up and straddled his lap. I grabbed his shirt and yanked it open, scattering buttons all over the seat.
I was completely engrossed in him at that precise time and in our intense connection. air brushing against my exposed skin, the sound of our labored breathing, the heat of our kiss, and the expectation of what was ahead for us. His belt and trousers were undone by my frantic hands, and with his help, I was able to slip them down his legs. When the tip of his hard manhood touched my entrance, I closed my eyes and crept closer to him.
I moaned, "Oh, God," as the delicious sensation of his entering me heightened the anguish I felt within. I started to ride him by lifting my hips, each movement becoming more powerful than the previous one. His rough hands lightly hurting my hips just increased my need.
His eyes were closed, and he wailed on my breast. He took down one cup and softly nibbled at my aroused nipple while running his lips over the lace material of my bra. I made him groan while firmly clutching his hair, his lips engulfing my tender skin.