Page 52 of Boss Abroad
He takes the vibrator from my ass, removes the condom from it, and shoves it where he was. That stingray means business on my clit and I start screaming. Liam takes pity on me and lowers the speed of it. I’m now quivering faster than the toy.
“Hold this in for me, beautiful.” I hold the vibrator in place and look behind me to see him rubbing lube all over his wrapped cock.
Liam gives me that half smile of his and I shiver. His eyes are darker, hooded, heavy with the worst intentions ever, and I want them all.
He puts more lube on my asshole and pushes his thumb in again. It breaches its way in easily now that I’ve been stretched, but that toy in no way compares to Liam’s girth or length. His voice pulls me away from my worries. “Keep looking, beautiful. Keep looking as I fuck your ass.”
Stupid man, I couldn’t take my eyes off him even if I tried.
He takes charge of the toy again and pushes the head of his cock in through the tight ring of muscle, making me gasp loudly at the same time as he changes the vibrator to a much higher setting. My eyes roll back as my body almost convulses with need.
My pussy clenches, my ass follows suit, and he curses, then praises me. “Fuck. Fuck. Your ass feels so good. So good.” He sounds beautifully desperate. Like he’s drowning and I’m his lifeline. “Tell me if you want me to stop. Tell me if it’s too much.” Like he’d die if he has to stop. I think I’d die too.
Listening to his voice like that makes me want to take more, like the good girl he says I am. He pushes in a bit more and it hurts, but it also feels good. Real good. Feels like I’m imploding.
“Bury that cock in me. I’m going to come and I need you inside me to feel it.”
His pace is slow but steady, back and forth. Every forth goes further than the back goes backwards. He alternates his movements with the thrusts of the vibrator.
Every hair on my skin is standing to attention, my pussy is spasming, my ass is strangling the biggest cock it’s ever seen and my abused, swollen clit can’t take it anymore. I freefall down into the most intense orgasm of my life, screaming obscenities, and Liam curses along as he empties himself into the condom buried deep in my ass.
My soul is making its way back to my body when he turns off the vibrator and carefully removes the both of them from me. Liam lays me on my back and reveres my body with kisses. When he reaches my mouth, he kisses me with something I can’t quite pinpoint, but feels a lot like adoration. I smile into his mouth, incapable of the effort to kiss him back in earnest.
He gets up and showers while I doze in and out of sleep. It’s dark outside, but I have no idea what time it is. He gets back to bed and pulls me to lay my head on his chest.
“Liam, you need to go. I can’t sleep if I’m sharing a bed.” It’s too intimate. I don’t take men home and I’ve never slept the night next to someone. That’s how I keep a safe distance. “I can’t go home and I really need to sleep.” So much so, I don’t have enough energy to open my eyes as I tell him this. I’m in bliss, but I’m drained, too. My body is sore in the most delicious way. I can feel him everywhere.
“I have failed in fucking you into oblivion if you want to discuss sleeping arrangements right now. Shut up and sleep, woman.”
“Seriously, Liam. I can’t,” are the last words to leave my body before he holds me tighter and I plunge into a deep slumber wrapped in his arms as he plays with my hair.
My boss abroad just found another rule of mine to break.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
liam
April snores. And she did it loudly for pretty much half of the night. Is that why she said she doesn’t share a bed? It should be me that can’t sleep next to her. Her snoring has turned into a cute purring now.
I’ve managed to get some work done on my phone with my free arm. April has yet to let go of me. Her head rests on my chest and it’s been hours since the arm that she’s on top of has gone numb. She has a leg tangled with mine, securing me in place. Like I had anywhere else I’d rather be.
Cuddler is not, in any circumstance, a word I’d use to describe myself. But I wasn’t a bit bothered to sleep the whole night with her head nestled in the crook of my shoulder, her arms and legs curled up on top of me. I can’t remember a time this has happened before. Even in her sleep, April finds rules of mine to break, a first time to claim.
I’m reading a contract when she yawns and pets my chest, then raises herself in surprise, holding on to the bed linen for dear life.
“How did you get back in here?”
Is she serious? I smirk at her nonsense. “Good morning to you, too.” I check the time to confirm my suspicions and correct myself. “Well, good afternoon, in fact.”
She’s still staring at me like I sneaked my way under her body. “April, don’t be ludicrous. I never left. You slept, snored and drooled on top of me the whole night.”
The weird woman seems genuinely shocked at that.
“I did?” She tries in vain to contain the mess that is her hair right now. I love her like this. Wild chocolate hair standing high, the very little that’s left from her makeup smudged around her eyes, cheeks flushed.
“I don’t drool.” I stare pointedly at the corner of her clean mouth and she wipes it with the back of her hand to be sure. “Asshole,” she grunts.
“Glad you’re not arguing about the fact that you snore like a motherfucking truck driver.” She sits up and I do the same, mirroring her movement in pure mockery, enjoying that her feisty behavior is on from the get go.