To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,36
as his arms slid around my waist and his warm hands played with my belly button.
“I think he’s busy, hon!” I said loudly into the room.
The blonde’s gasp was audible. “What?” she screeched. “Who was that?”
“Did you not hear me?” I said, continuing to rub my ass back and forth on Tate’s lap, his cock pressing up between my ass cheeks, hard and thick. Were my panties wetter from the feel of him under me or had the steam had just gotten between my legs?
“I hear you … and feel you,” Tate whispered in my ear again. His lips pressed against the side of my neck as his hands moved up from my stomach to my sports bra. They glided up over my breasts, lightly squeezing them before moving higher. They stopped at my neck, his right hand squeezing with more pressure than I was expecting. It didn’t prevent me from breathing but it felt even more intimate an action then his hands grazing my breasts had. I shifted on his lap, oddly turned on by his hand on my neck, and he chuckled in my ear.
“What the hell is going on?” Blondie asked.
This time it was Tate who responded. “What do you think is going on?” he replied, his voice smooth.
I leaned back into him. His hands slid back to my breasts. They slipped under my sports bra to fondle my nipples, and I gasped loudly as he pinched my right nipple. I felt his body shudder with suppressed laughter as he played with my breasts, and I wiggled on his lap some more.
“Tate Howard, are you playing games with me?” The blonde didn’t sound amused.
“I’m not playing games with you, no.” He pulled my sports bra up to give him easier access to my breasts. I closed my eyes, not quite believing what was happening but knowing I didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure was so intense that my body felt like it was on fire.
“I find it curious that you know my full name, but I don’t know yours.” Tate continued to run his hands over my breasts, his fingers caressing them softly as his palms teased my nipples.
“You don’t know my name?” I could hear the pout in her voice.
“That’s what I said.”
I jumped a little as his right hand slid down my stomach and directly to my pussy. His fingers rubbed me gently over my panties and I moaned lightly. I was so turned on it wasn’t funny.
“I wish I could suck on your tits,” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t say anything back but I was wishing he could as well.
“My name is Francesca Burns,” Blondie said. “And don’t forget it.”
“Oh, I’ll never forget this moment,” Tate murmured. He moved his hand inside my panties so that his fingers were rubbing against my clit. “You’re so wet,’’ he growled in delight as he rubbed me.
“What are you talking about?” Francesca asked him. “And who was the other person talking?”
“Me,’’ I squeaked out, my stomach doing somersaults as Tate played with me. His left hand was still playing with my breasts as the fingers on his right hand teased my clit.
“And who the hell are you?” Blondie said as Tate pulled me back, shifting position slightly to get easier access into my panties. I felt him tug my panties down a bit more then he slipped a finger inside of me. It felt amazing and I spread my legs a bit wider. He slipped another finger inside of me and I could feel that I was building up to an orgasm.
“She’s the girl I’m currently fingering and about to fuck,” Tate answered, his voice husky.
I froze at his words. All of a sudden the experience felt cheap and no longer sexy.
“Move a bit so I can slip your panties all the way down,’’ he whispered as he slipped his fingers out of me and wiped them on my panties. “Also, are you on the pill? I don’t have a condom with me.’’
I didn’t respond for a few seconds, then I shifted my body on his lap. It was then that I felt the naked flesh of his cock against my ass. He slipped my panties further down and shifted me on his lap. I could feel his cock between my legs, pressed up against me, and I realized that he would be inside of me within seconds. His fingers reached down to rub my clit again.