Yes Boss (Billionaire Bosses #4) - Miley Maine Page 0,6
flows south again, is not helping my current situation. Part of me knows that I should reach out to turn the cold on again, the flu be damned. It isn’t right for me to be standing here thinking of one of my employees like this.
But fire is coursing through my veins. My heart thumps in time with the throbbing beat going through my head, music from years past filling my ears. I can see Opal in my mind, as clearly as if she is right in front of me now. Her hair wild and cheeks flushed as her body moves in abandon.
A deep, guttural groan is torn from me and I lean my forehead against the wall, my legs spreading slightly without permission. The two of us had pressed together, sweat mingling and bodies wrapped around one another. At one point, she had hooked a leg around my knee, drawing me so close that my cock pressed against her thighs while she moved against me, the friction both sensual and torturous.
Before I can stop myself, my hand travels downward, pressing just slightly on my own cock. Desire spikes in my belly at the sensation. My eyes slip closed and I can almost feel the way Opal moved against me, teasing me with a sly smile on her face. The spark in her eyes said that she had decided, after one too many drinks, to get back at me in a deliciously torturous way.
I still remember what she wore that night. I tilt my head back, barely aware of the water pouring over me anymore. She wore a blue dress that cut off at mid-thigh with a plunging neckline, one that sometimes showed just a hint of her lacy black bra. It clung to her and, when she and I were so close, I could feel the heat of her skin through the material.
It was one of the last times I saw Opal. For some time after, I couldn’t help but wonder what if? What would have happened if her friends hadn’t pulled her away? If they had just let things progress the way they were going? I know we would have slept together that night. The very idea had fueled every fantasy and dream I had for the next year.
I press harder, wrapping my fingers around my cock which has sprung to full, almost painful hardness. I can almost imagine that it’s Opal’s hand on it as she presses her chest against mine, looking up at me with darkened, sultry eyes.
“What do you want?”
I can hear her purr and I grunt as my hand starts to move, slowly at first and then more feverishly, my hips bucking into my hand. I want to throw her down on the bed and feel the way my cock plunges in and out of her body, the heat and sweat around us almost overwhelming.
I remember some of my previous conquests, how they writhed and groaned and arched as I fucked them. Opal’s face is suddenly superimposed on them, her face caught in what I can’t help but imagine what passion would look like on her.
I wrap my entire hand around my cock now, frantically rubbing it up and down, brushing my thumb over the leaking tip.
“Fuck…fuck…” I groan, barely aware of the words spilling from my lips, my hips now thrusting uncontrollably forward.
With the pressure from my hand, the water washing over my body, and the heat surrounding me, I can almost imagine myself rutting into a warm, moist body. I can feel the muscles clenching around my cock, trying to pull every drop of pleasure from me. I groan deeply, the sound echoing around the small room as I hear my own, gasping breaths in my ears. Any thought that this wasn’t appropriate is gone. I just want to feel.
“Take me… Fill me up… Plunge deeply into me,” the Opal in my mind breathes. I can almost feel her hot breath on my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
Pressure builds in my stomach until it’s almost overwhelming. It crashes over me with so much force that my vision whites out for a moment. I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my hand around my cock, thrusting desperately as every drop of my orgasm is squeezed from me.
Slowly, however, I become aware of the way my heart is pounding a million miles a minute and the electricity which is still thrumming over my skin. I lean against the wall and pant,