New Boss Old Enemy.: An Enemies To Lovers Office Romance

by Iona Rose

  I run my hands down Ashton’s back and over his tight ass, kneading it. His tongue pushes deeper into my mouth, my own tongue snaking around his, tasting the wine and the strawberries.

  “Dad said we could try to catch some little fishes in the brook. Is that the brook?” a high, childlike voice says loudly.

  Ashton and I jump apart just in time as a family of three – a mom, a dad, and a boy of about four years’ old – come through the trees behind us. We look at each other and laugh as the mom assures the boy this is indeed the brook. The little boy is carrying a small net which he proudly thrusts into the brook.

  “I feel like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t,” I whisper to Ashton.

  “Me too.” He laughs. “It’s just a good thing the kid was so excited or we might not have even heard them coming.”

  “Maybe that was our cue to leave,” I say.

  Ashton nods, although he looks disappointed. He gathers up the rest of our things and puts everything back in the cooler except the rubbish bag.

  I smile to myself. I know how I can stop him being disappointed. “Ashton?”

  “Hmm,” he says.

  He turns when I don’t speak. I smile at him and push my dress off my shoulder slightly, showing him the black bra strap with purple detailing.

  He makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat when he realizes I’m still wearing the underwear from the photos I sent him, the same underwear I was wearing when I touched myself thinking about him.

  “God Elena, what are you doing to me?” he asks in a husky voice that is so dripping with lust it makes my clit tingle.

  “I’m not sure?” I smile. “But you’re doing the exact same thing to me.”

  Ashton jumps to his feet and practically runs to the nearest bin with the trash.

  I get up and move the cooler and start folding the blanket up.

  Ashton comes back and helps me. He picks the cooler up and slings the blanket over it, and then he takes my hand in his and we make our way back to the car. It’s not the leisurely stroll we took to find the spot. It’s a fast walk, urgent and insistent. Just like the need for him that’s growing inside of me.

  We get into the car, and without asking, Ashton heads straight back to my place. We barely speak in the car, the electricity sizzling in the air makes conversation unnecessary. We don’t need words at this moment to understand each other. We both know exactly what we want and exactly what we’re going to do next. Ashton pulls up outside of my house and cuts the engine.

  “Elena wait,” he says as I go to get out of the car.

  I feel my heart sink. He’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to come in, that he has somewhere else to be.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Because I’m telling you now, if we go in there, I’m not going to be able to hold myself back,” Ashton warns.

  His voice is serious and I know he means it, although his eyes beg me not to send him away. I have no intention of sending him away. Not this time.

  “Then what are we waiting for?” I grin and get out of the car.

  Ashton scrambles out of his side. I move down the path to the door with Ashton only inches behind me. I fumble my key out and get the door open. I step inside. I have barely crossed the step when Ashton grabs my wrist and turns me to face him. He leans in and our lips come together in a frantic, desperate kiss. He kicks the door shut as I pull his t-shirt over his head and throw it to one side.

  Chapter Thirty

  Ashton

  My heart is pounding in my chest, matching the pulsing feeling that bangs through my cock as it swells, pushing against my jeans, searching for freedom. The denim is tough, hard, and it only adds to the growing lust inside of me.

  I take a second to look at Elena, really look at her, as we break our mouths apart long enough for her to drag my t-shirt over my head. I raise my arms and it’s off me. Elena throws it to one side and I kick her front door shut.

  I can see the lust I feel for her mirrored on her face. Her eyes seem to have become a shade darker as she meets my gaze and holds it. Her chest is heaving with the anticipation of what is to come. She looks hotter than she’s ever looked before and I can’t wait to touch her, to taste her. I need to have her, right here, right now.

  Our mouths come back together, our tongues colliding, our hands all over each other. We’ve both held ourselves back from each other for so long, so now when we are finally giving in, we’re both frenzied.

  I reach behind Elena and open the zipper on her dress. She untangles her arms from around me for long enough for the straps to tumble down her arms, over her wrists, and off the ends of her hands. Her hands go back to my body as the dress falls to the ground. Elena steps out of the dress, kicking it to one side. Her hands go to my jeans and start to open the button and the zipper there. She pushes them down roughly, coming back for my briefs.

  I feel the air wrapping around my cock, the restriction of denim gone and my underwear falling away. It feels good to be free of the denim prison. Elena’s hand wraps around my cock and I gasp in a breath. Again, I find myself holding myself back, but this time it’s not because I can’t touch Elena, it’s because I don’t want to come too soon and have this delicious moment be over.

  I kick my shoes off as Elena works her magic on me. I kick off my jeans and briefs then wriggle my feet out of my socks. I manage to do it all in a way that doesn’t slow Elena down for a moment and doesn’t break our contact.

  Elena works my cock slowly at first, teasing me. Her other hand is roaming over my back, stroking my skin. Her fist begins to move faster and I find myself riding on a wave of pleasure that fills my stomach and spreads out through my body. I don’t want her to stop, but I know I have to stop her or I’m going to come too quickly. I run my fingers down her arm until I get to her wrist and then I gently pull her hand away from me. I feel both relieved to relax for a second without the risk of coming on the spot, and disappointed that her touch has gone away.

  Elena pulls her mouth from mine and looks up at me with a frown.

  I smile down at her and start to walk her backwards towards the stairs. I wrap my arm around her waist and gently lower her onto the third step. “Your turn.” I grin, kneeling down in front of her.

  She looks amazing in the lingerie I bought her. She’s every bit as sexy and as classy as I imagined she would be in it. I kiss her again and then I pull back. I put my fingers in the waistband of Elena’s panties and she lifts her ass off the stair long enough for me to pull them down. I add them to our pile of clothes and then I turn back to Elena and smile at her.

  I motion for her to go up and she scoots up a few stairs, leaving my face in line with her pussy. I moan as my cock twitches at the sight of it. She’s dripping wet, the moisture catching the sun’s rays and making her pussy seem to almost sparkle. I put my hands on her knees and push them outwards.

  Elena makes no effort to stop me, in fact, she works with me, opening her legs wide and grabbing my shoulders and pulling me in.

  I run my tongue through her slit, starting at the top and working down to her pussy, and her juices coat my tongue, my chin. She tastes every bit as good as I imagined she would and I groan into her pussy as my tongue tingles with her taste. I lick back up her slit, moving away from her pussy as the tip of my tongue seeks out her clit. I feel her shift slightly as my probing tongue finds her sweet spot and works her clit from side to side. She lays back on the stairs, spreading her legs as wide as the gap will allow her to.

  I feast on her, lapping up her juices and making her writhe beneath my tongue. I keep the pressure light, teasing her, wanting to draw her orgasm out of her slowly so that when she comes, she really comes. She moves her hips, pressing her mound tightly against my tongue and getting more friction on her swollen clit. I start to move back a little, wanting to make this last, but Elena isn’t letting me go anywhere. She wraps her legs around my neck, holding me in place against her pussy.

  Her asse
rtiveness turns me on even more and I feel my cock pulsing, screaming to be touched. I ignore the feeling, concentrating only on Elena and her pleasure. We’ve both waited so long for this, and while I already know Elena was worth waiting for, I want to make her body mine, and make her feel things she has never felt before. I want to show her I was worth waiting for too.

  I stop holding back, stop teasing Elena. It’s time to show her the magic I can work on her, the way I can make her body sing. I suck her clit into my mouth, sucking it hard, stretching it out. I press it with my tongue, flattening it against the roof of my mouth. Elena moans, a low sound so full of desire it almost makes me come on the spot. She whispers my name as I move my tongue up and down slightly, vibrating it against Elena’s throbbing clit.

  I release her clit and go back to licking her. She’s close to her orgasm now. Her breath is coming in a series of gasps, her thighs around my neck have gone rigid. Her spine is arched, pushing her pussy more tightly against my face. Her hands come down to push into my hair and she holds my face even tighter against her pussy, tugging at my hair, making my scalp sting deliciously.

  I can barely breathe now, but I don’t care. Elena is filling me up. She’s all I can smell, all I can taste, all I can feel, and right here is exactly where I want to be. I press down on her clit hard with the tip of my tongue and I wiggle it, moving it in a circular motion, making her clit move side to side and back and forth. Elena sucks in another gasping breath which she releases in a strangled sound that is almost a whimper.

  Her back arches further and her fists in my hair tug harder than before. Her legs tense up and hold me tightly in place as her orgasm ravages her body. I don’t stop licking her. I want her to know how good she can really feel. I keep pushing her and her second orgasm hits her just as her muscles are relaxing from the first one. Again, she goes rigid, her body awash with pleasure.

  When her legs relax as her second orgasm recedes, I reach up and gently remove them from my shoulders so I can move back a little. I still work Elena’s clit with my tongue, and now, I push two fingers inside of her pussy too. She is dripping wet with her juices coating my fingers instantly, running down my hand and over my wrist.

  She calls out my name in a voice that barely sounds like her own as I move my fingers inside of her in time with my lapping, licking tongue. I find her g-spot and massage it. She screams my name again, and then she sucks in another breath. She holds it as pleasure assaults her. I move my tongue away from her clit, replacing it with the fingers of my other hand.

  I come up onto my knees and look down at her as I work her clit and g-spot together. Her mouth is hanging open, her eyes glazed. Her face contorts in ecstasy that’s so intense it looks almost painful. She still hasn’t taken in a breath although her open mouth is gasping. I keep working her. I know the moment she goes completely over the edge. Her muscles go floppy and her eyes roll back in her head. For a second, she blacks out, but then her eyes roll back into place, looking slightly dazed. Her eyelids are heavy with lust. She sucks in a huge breath that shakes her full body and she lets it out in a series of unintelligible sounds. Liquid pours from her pussy, covering my hands and soaking her thighs.

  Her body is still shuddering from the orgasm tearing through her when I take my hands away from her pussy. I push myself up on top of her, resting on my elbows and kiss her. Her mouth is slack, and for a moment, I am worried I’ve pushed her too hard, but after a second, her arms come up and lock around my neck and she responds to my kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth and massaging mine with it. A spark of excitement goes through me at the thought of her tasting her own orgasm on my tongue.

  I push my arms beneath her legs, wrapping them around my waist and holding her to me. I flip over and land on my ass with Elena held tightly against me, sitting in my lap. I can feel how wet she still is. Her juices are coating my thighs now. She shifts forward slightly, moving her hips, rubbing her pussy over my cock, and I know I can’t wait much longer to be inside of her.

  I unhook her bra and pull it down her arms, throwing it over the bannister onto the ground. I kiss her again and move my hands to the front of her body, kneading her pert little breasts. She moans as I pinch her nipples between my fingers and roll them through my fingers, bringing them to two hard little points.

  I keep working the nipple of her right breast with one hand. I reach down with the other one and run my fingers through her slit. She gasps when I make contact with her clit. It’s still swollen, tender from the orgasms and I imagine it must feel like electricity running through her body. I spread her juices around, and then I grab my cock and press it against the opening of her pussy.

  I pull my mouth back from hers and look her in the eye as I penetrate her. I feel myself sinking into her delicious warm folds as her pussy opens for me. I can feel her stretching, accommodating me as I claim her pussy as my own. I move my hand from her breast and rest both hands on her hips as I begin to thrust into her.

  She moans again and I lay back on the stairs, watching her as she begins to match my thrusts with thrusts of her own. She is majestic, quite the sight to behold. Her skin is pink, flushed with orgasms and exertion. It glistens where a thin sheen of sweat coats it. Her breasts bounce as she thrusts. I keep my hands on her hips, moving her up and down faster and faster, enjoying the view I’ve been given, wondering how I got so damned lucky.

  She moans again and she reaches down with one hand and pushes her fingers between her lips, rubbing them over her clit and gasping again. The sight of her riding me, touching herself with her head thrown back, her mouth hanging open is almost too much and I feel my cock twitching inside of her. I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, stopping myself from coming. I don’t want this moment to be over. Not yet. Not when Elena is enjoying herself so much.

  My whole body is on fire, the sight of Elena is almost too much, and the way her tight little pussy grips me, moving over me, pushing me closer to the edge makes me suck in a tortured breath that sears my throat.

  Her hand is moving furiously and she cries out as another orgasm rips through her. I feel her pussy clenching around me, a rush of warmth flooding over my cock as she comes. I can barely control myself now. I am panting, pounding into Elena, needing the release of an orgasm. Elena goes rigid for a moment as she hits the peak of her orgasm and her pussy clenches so tightly that she holds my cock still inside of her for a moment.

  She relaxes again and I pound into her once more. She gasps with each thrust, letting her breaths out with little oh sounds. I keep moving and now Elena is moving again, wiggling her hips from side to side, as she slams up and down on me.

  I can’t hold back any longer. Fire floods through my cock and up into my body as I come. I spurt into Elena, my come mixing with hers, my cock twitching wildly inside of her. I close my eyes as my mouth twists with ecstasy and I slam into Elena again, filling her up and holding myself in place, my ass in the air off the ground. Elena moans as I fill her all the way up and I spurt again. She screams my name as she comes with me, and then my muscles turn to jelly as I flop back onto the stairs.

  Elena crumples forward landing on my chest. My cock slips out of her and I instantly need to be back inside of her. My body feels heavy and it takes a lot of effort to bring my arms up, but I do it anyway. I wrap them around Elena and hold her as she lays spent on my chest, her body shaking as she pants for air. I am no less of a wreck than she is. I too, am panting and I can feel my heart racing. I tighten my hold on Elena, not wanting to ever let her go.

  I am starting to feel a little bit more in control now.

  Elena lifts her head from my chest. She smiles at me. “Was I worth waiting for?” she asks with a grin.

  “Nah,” I say.

  Elena gently slaps me on the chest.

  I laugh and then I turn serious again. “You were worth every second of it.”

  She smiles and then she pushes herself up from me. “We should go into the sitting room where it’s a little more
comfortable.”

  I miss her warmth, the closeness of her skin against mine.

  She is already walking away as I stand up. She gathers our clothes and heads into the sitting room. I take in her large leather couch, her glass coffee table, the little shelf of books beneath the wall mounted TV. But mostly... I take her in.

  “I don’t think we’re going to be needing those clothes anytime soon,” I tell Elena.

  She turns back to me. “Is that so?”

  I nod and reach out for her. She drops our clothes and steps over then and into my arms. Our lips meet and fire floods through me once more. My cock comes instantly back to life as I remember how it felt to be inside of Elena. I’m soon going to be inside of her again. My whole body is tingling at the thought of it.

  I move my lips from Elena’s and kiss down along her neck. She lifts her head, and moans softly as I kiss her. I turn her around and pull her body back against mine. I can feel her ass pressing against my hard cock and she moans again, when she feels my hardness pressing against her.

  I run my tongue down the side of her neck and my hands roam all over her body, concentrating on her breasts. I put one hand on her hip and move my other hand slowly down the front of her body, running my fingernails down her stomach feeling her skin puckering up into goose bumps at my touch.

  I move my hand lower and push my fingers between her lips once more. I work her clit, loving the sound of her whimpering as I bring her body back to life. Her moaning vibrates through her back and into my chest as I feel like we are truly becoming one. I keep moving my fingers over her clit, hard and fast, so it doesn’t take long for her to reach her orgasm. She presses herself more tightly against me, her body writhing against mine as she whimpers while her climax courses through her body.

  I feel a rush of warm liquid flooding from her pussy. Her breathing is fast now, and her skin is hot against mine. I kiss her neck again as I keep working her clit, pushing her over the edge again. She moans my name as she loses herself in her pleasure. Her hands clench up into fists at her sides as she gasps.