Page 48 of The Little Things

Who was I to argue with the boss?

Chapter Twenty-Five

Rae

The hunger in Zach’s gaze lit an inferno inside me. That look alone was enough to make me wet, but when he kissed me like his very life depended on it, my entire body turned into a live wire. Every cell, every nerve ending, was sparking white hot.

He hefted me off the stool like I weighed nothing, giving me no choice but to lock my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the long dining room table placed in front of a wall of windows that overlooked the trees surrounding the property. I would have loved to take in the view any other time, but just then, he was the only thing I could see. The only thing that existed for me.

He trailed biting kisses along my neck as he sat me down on the table, and I knew what was about to happen. The idea of seeing him on his knees for me again was enough to make me melt, but there was something else I wanted to do this time, something I’d been fantasizing about for longer than I’d been willing to admit until just recently.

Before he could lower himself to the floor, I pushed off the table, placing my hands on his shoulders and switching our positions around.

“Baby, what—?” I silenced him by going up on my toes and kissing the words away.

“You got your taste last night,” I informed him. “Now it’s my turn.”

His groan sounded downright painful as I lowered myself onto my knees in front of him. I looked up at him through the fan of my lashes as I worked his belt loose and popped the button of his jeans open.

My nipples tightened and my clit pulsed in time with my frantic heart and the steady whoosh of blood in my ears. I’d never been much of a fan of blow jobs in the past, but Zach was different. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth around him. Just the thought of it had my body primed and ready for him.

“Fuck, Rae,” he hissed, his teeth clenched as I pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to free his erection. My tongue shot out instantly, swiping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed on the tip. “Ah, shit!” he barked loud enough to make me jump. My gaze shot up to his face, worry that I’d somehow hurt him coursing through me, but I saw that wasn’t it in the way his eyes had grown black, in the way his knuckles had turned white as he gripped the edge of the table so hard it was a wonder he hadn’t ripped a chunk of the wood clean off. He wasn’t hurting, he was delirious with want. And I was the one who made him that way.

“Please, baby,” he begged, his chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. “God, please put your mouth on me. I’m fuckin’ dying here.”

How could I deny a plea like that? Opening my mouth, I leaned forward and took him as far as I could, only stopping when the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat and made me gag.

“Oh, fuck me,” he grunted, his words spurring me on. “Fuck, your mouth. It’s so goddamn perfect.”

I fisted the base of his shaft, working my hand and mouth in tandem as I began to bob up and down his length. His dick twitched in my mouth as I picked up the pace, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock on an upward glide before flicking the slit at the crown with the tip of my tongue.

The sounds Zach was making were driving me out of my mind. I had to clench my thighs against the steady thrum in my core as I continued to suck him off, hollowing out my cheeks and giving this blow job my all. He was losing control, and I wanted to push him over the edge. I needed it. I needed to feel the power that came with driving a man like Zach Paulson to insanity.

“Baby. Baby, stop,” he panted, his hands coming up and fisting in my hair, but I was too far gone. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

Good, I thought to myself, tightening my fist around him. I wanted him to come in my mouth, down my throat. I wanted to taste him, to swallow his release down, knowing I was the one who had gotten him there.

I let out a moan at the thought of his hot release filling my mouth. I was prepared for it, but just as my eyelids started to sink lower, Zach reached down, grabbed me under my arms, and hauled me up.

I yelped as he spun me around and placed a hand in the center of my back. He pushed me forward until I was bent at the waist sprawled across his table, “I’m not comin’ down your throat,” he snarled as he ripped my leggings and panties down my thighs and placed a sharp, stinging smack against my ass cheek. I squeaked, the pain lasting only a second before it bloomed into pleasure. It was on the tip of my tongue to beg for another, but before I could get the words out, I felt the blunt head of his cock notch into place, and in the next breath, he buried himself completely on one powerful thrust.

We both shouted out and froze in place. “Zach,” I pleaded as the seconds ticked by and he didn’t move.

“Fuck, fuck,” he hissed, his entire body locked so rigid I thought for a moment he might shatter into a million pieces.

“What’s wrong?” I braced my palms on the table and tried to push up, but his hand on my back held me in place.

“Don’t move,” he grunted. “Just... gimme a second.”

I twisted my neck, looking back at him over my shoulder. “What’s going on?”

His nostrils flared on a ragged inhale and his eyes had gone hazy. “Forgot the condom,” he said, continuing with his grunting speech like he’d reverted back to his earliest caveman. “And your mouth drove me to the edge. I need a minute to calm down.”

Oh God. That’s why this felt so good, I thought to myself. It was because there was nothing between us.

“I—I’m on the pill.” My voice wobbled ever so slightly. “And I’m clean. I mean... if you want to.”

He moaned, long and low, his eyes threatening to roll back in his head. “You’d let me come inside you, baby?”