“Lex, stop!” I snarl and he stumbles back like I've shoved him. I hit the ground in my stupid slippers, my skirt still stuck up around my hips and spin to face him, breath coming in gasps so sharp they almost hurt.
When I see him standing there, absolutely fucking irate at having been stopped mid-fuck, his dick wet with me, his fingers curled into fists at his sides, I lose it. I move toward him and shove him back, forcing him into the backseat of my car. He conks his head on the way in, but that's his fault for being so fucking tall.
“Sit your ass down, Lex,” I snarl as he scoots back and grabs me by the upper arms, dragging me on top of him with a growl of his own. I straddle my boss, well aware that we're still in the parking garage outside our place of work, and push my panties aside. This time, when his dick pushes into my folds, I'm the one that's in charge. As it should be. I unbutton my blouse and open the fabric up, so he can see the black bra I'm wearing underneath. When he slides his fingers up my back to undo the clasp, I decide to let him. If I'm going to do this, I might as well go all the way. He's already had his cock inside my pussy, so I might as well not skimp out on the good stuff. I do admit that I appreciate the way his head is crammed uncomfortably against the window of the other door, legs dangling out onto the pavement of the parking garage. I'd smirk in triumph, but I'm too busy moaning, licking beads of sweat off my lip as my eyes roll up to the ceiling in ecstasy.
I rock my hips against Lex, as fast and furious as I can manage in the confined space of the car. My hand comes up and smashes against the window behind his head, sweaty fingers sliding against the glass as I take hold of his hair with my other hand, like a pair of reigns. I've found the perfect spot, grinding my clit against Lex's pelvis, feeling the slight scrape of his pubic hair against my body as I move with as much force as is humanly possible in the narrow space. When Lexus designed the backseats for this baby, I'm pretty sure they didn't have this in mind. No biggie though – I'm from San Fran; I'm used to operating in narrow spaces.
Lex looks up at me and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by crushing my mouth against his. Whatever he has to say, I'm pretty damn sure I don't want to hear it. I bite his lower lip, pull the soft flesh into my mouth and graze it with my teeth. The bra comes undone and hangs loosely from its straps, trapped by the sleeves of my shirt. Lex takes advantage of that to slide his hands around my waist and reach his fingers up towards my breasts. The second his fingertips brush my nipples, I'm gasping and sitting up, letting my head fall back … to smack against the roof of the car.
“Damn it!”
Lex laughs at me, the sound a warm rumble beneath my hands. I hate how good it feels, how the vibrations travel through his body and into mine. I glare down at him and lift a hand to rub at my head. The rhythm of our bodies slows and there's this sudden break of silence where we both hold our breath, and the heat between us becomes unbearable. Holy Christ on a cracker. I look into Lex's eyes, eyes that for just a split second there don't seem so gloomy or gray, but more like a gentle blue – a San Francisco sky when there's a break in the fog and the sun's shining just right.
Eh.
I'm starting to get poetic. With my boss locked between my thighs. This is not good.
“What's so damn funny,” I whisper, switching to anger when I'm not sure what other emotion should suffice. A week and a half of dancing around our violent sexual tension and now … now my boss' dick is inside of me. My stomach muscles tighten with nervousness and Lex grunts, placing his hands on my hips. His lips twitch up in a smile and that same analogy of breaking clouds comes to mind again – another stray shaft of sunlight in the fog. “What?” I shift a little and then have to bite my lip to keep a groan back. The thick length of him inside of me is almost enough to shoot me over the edge by itself. When I rock my hips, my clit grinds against his pelvis. If I come again before he does, I'll never be able to forgive myself. “What's so fucking funny?” I grind out, swallowing hard, feeling a drop of sweat slide down my bare belly.
“You,” he whispers, hands tightening against my flesh, fingertips digging into me. “This … situation. I don't think I've ever been more uncomfortable in my life.” I wrinkle my nose at him, fully prepared to slide right off and kick his ass out of my car, but he stops me with a hand on the side of my face and a twinkle in his gray eyes. “But I don't think the sex has ever been so good.”
“You're so full of shit,” I tell him, but his subsequent smirk says he may actually be telling the truth. With all of this weirdness roiling around in the backseat of my car, the last thing I need are heartfelt confessions from Lex Lyndon. “Just shut your mouth and fuck me.”
Oops. Wrong thing to say apparently. Lex takes my command very seriously – either because he just really wants to follow it or he's being absolute in his promise to obey my every word – and rolls us towards the back of the seats. It's a messy fumble, nothing at all like it might be in the movies, but we manage to find a position, my body pressed into the leather, the heavy weight of him pressing me down.
I find I'm suddenly out of breath, my chest tightening as he begins to move, his white button-down shirt hanging loosely, his bare hips pressed tight against my pelvis. My lashes flutter as I reach up and pull the buttons apart, glad that he left his tie and suit jacket in the office. As soon as the curtain of his shirt parts, I'm left with a vision of tight abdominal muscles sliding beneath his skin with each thrust. Working to fuck me. That's what they're doing.
My lashes flutter and my hands slide around Alexander Lyndon's neck. Alexander. Fucking. Lyndon. This man who I absolutely despise is freaking balls deep inside of me right now. That's a scary thought. A really, really scary thought. I wanted to get laid, but what price am I going to have to pay for this? I cut off that line of thinking real fast. I've already jumped in the deep end, so I might as well enjoy the water while it's warm. Or in this case, scalding hot.
I hear the car creaking slightly beneath us, a mild grating of metal that I hope nobody notices. If any of my colleagues walk by and see my slipper covered feet sticking out the back door of my Lexus, that pride and dignity I was so desperate to hold onto will take a serious beating. At least they won't see my bare ass pumping up and down. Lex would take the bigger hit.
I smirk and raise my chin up, letting him drop his mouth to my neck, graze his teeth along my pulse. His breath is hot, warming my skin, drawing more satisfied moans from my throat as we finally give in to the tension that started brewing the moment he walked in the lunch room.
“I hate you so fucking much,” I tell him, and I mean it. I don't like the guy. Not one bit. But he has broad shoulders and moist lips and the strong, spicy scent of his body is enough to drive any woman crazy – and probably a hell of a lot of men, too. Lex doesn't respond, chuckling against my neck, vibrating my body with his emotions. The satisfied male sound emanating his throat mixes with the feminine power of mine as he comes, buried inside of me. His thrusts slow, pelvis grinding almost painfully against my clit as I bite my lower lip to keep another flurry of sounds back. I am this close to another orgasm, and he wants to stop?
“Finish your job, Lex,” I tell him as he sits up and smirks down at me – somehow still managing to come across as cocky and arrogant despite the early finish. Well … okay, time runs differently down in the parking garage, I'll admit. We might've been down here for a half an hour or more for all I know. Lunchtime is fast approaching. “Like now.” I think I growl this last part out as Lex slides away from me, leaving this cold draft where the scalding heat of his body was pressed. I hate how much I miss the touch of flesh on flesh.
He stands up with a groan, turning away from me to, I presume, clean up a bit. I have no idea what he does with the used condom – maybe I don't want to know – but after a moment, he bends down and pulls his slacks back into place. It bothers me that I'm the only one exposed now, so I close my knees and put a hand between my legs to cover up.
Lex turns back to me, unbuttoning his cuffs and ro
lling his sleeves up to his elbows. When he climbs back into the car, he grabs onto my knees and tries to pry them apart. I narrow my eyes. Now that we're … not connected physically anymore, I feel the weirdness start to creep in. You know what I'm talking about, right? The I know you sort of but not really and we just engaged in something better left to lovers under starlit skies or teenagers tangled up in the backs of Jeeps and now here we are, staring at one another, not really sure what the fuck it is we should say or do. That's the feeling, only ours is a little weirder, a little more you're my fucking boss and you're an asshole and I cannot even believe I just let you have sex with me.
It gets so weird, so fast – at least for me – that I decide to blurt something out.
“It really does need a new boiler system,” I say, garnering a strange look from Lex.
“What does?” he asks, perplexed expression twisting his features into a look that's slightly less statuesque, slightly more human. He tries to pull my knees apart again, but I keep them locked, crossing my arms over my bare breasts.
“The Eureka Inn.” It's the subject that brought him huffing and puffing into the lunch room and the first thing that comes to mind. This whole situation is starting to feel like it's out of control, that this entire thing with Lex and me is just a series of strange events that won't stop happening, funny coincidences that keep bringing us together. Only, coincidence isn't what dragged his pompous ass down to the parking garage. He came here specifically to see me. Me.
Lex raises an eyebrow, leaning in, using his body to try and convince me to open up for him.
“Still obsessing about that, are we?” he asks, his voice like chocolate liquor, sweet on the first taste, intoxicating on the swallow. “While you were out last week, I took the liberty of dealing with that project myself.” Lex runs his tongue over his lower lip. “You'll be happy to know, you were right.” The words as much as the force of his body convince me to open up, to let him lean in and touch his fingers to the swollen wetness between my legs. He pushes inside of me, sliding into the spot his cock filled just moments before, hooking his fingers and proving to me that he's not a complete and utter waste of breath – Lex Lyndon knows where to find the G-spot.
A gasp escapes from my throat as I reach up and grab him by the sides of the face, curling my fingers against his freshly shaven skin, bringing his mouth to mine. I'm in control. I am always in control. And that's what Lex wanted, isn't it? This is what he fucking wanted. And I could've been paid a hundred million bucks to give it to him. Shit on a stick.
I bite Lex's lip and suck it into my mouth, sliding my nails through his short, dark hair, loving the feel of it against my fingers. It really is the color of dark chocolate – but a little more exotic, chocolate and chillies maybe. I gather up as much as I can, forcing his face against mine, sucking the breath from him and letting him pull it out of me. He resists a little at first – I don't know if he's even capable of submitting without at least a token show of resistance – but when I increase the strength of my grip and use my other hand to massage his crotch, he finally relaxes. A minute later and he's already hard again, straining against the sharp creases of his slacks for me. I rub harder, teasing him into a frenzy, making him growl against my lips as he plunges his hand inside of me, wetting his knuckles with the intensity of my desire. Orgasm number two comes crawling up out of nowhere as Lex begins to thrust against my hand, matching the rhythm of his hips with his fingers as he strokes my G-spot into a frenzy that I'm sure even Mr. Vibrator would be proud of.
I tear open the zipper on his pants in a near panic, grabbing his cock and freeing it from his briefs with a stroke of fingers down his moist shaft. Sweaty, covered in his seed, absolutely not something I can have inside of me right now. I release Lex's hair and drop my right hand to the floor, searching desperately for my purse and another condom.
“I want you bareback,” he snarls at me, but I'm the one in charge here, not him.
“Not going to happen,” I whisper, knowing the moms would be super proud of me right now. Gah. I want it so fucking bad. “Get another condom.” Lex presses his mouth against my throat, tasting the wild drumming throb of my pulse. A gasp slips from my lips as he positions himself to do what nature intended. Here's the thing: my will's stubborn enough to trump even that crafty bitch. “Lex!” I grab his hair again and pull his nose to mine, staring into those gray eyes. I almost choke on my own breath when I find that they've melted, the steel turning to puddles of scalding liquid, like two round pools of silver magma. Um, yes please. I'm going to need some aloe vera after this because his gaze feels like it could burn. “GET A CONDOM!” I yell at him, my voice echoing in the car and flittering out to tease the ears of any passersby. As if the creaking car and the grunts and the moans and the … wet sounds emanating from within weren't enough.
“We wouldn't need a condom if you'd signed the damn contract,” he grumbles, using the hand that's not buried up to the knuckle inside of me to search for the missing purse. “It included a mandatory STI check.” If the man wasn't teasing my G-spot, I would've punched him right in the face. Instead, I let the anger settle over me in a sweaty pall of heat that churns my belly and begs me to release the energy coiling in it like a snake. Hopefully, when I orgasm and it strikes, it'll kill Lex Lyndon for being such an asshole.
“Are you saying I'm unclean?” I gasp as he finally jerks the leather purse towards us and extracts a condom. “Because it's you that I'm really worried about.” Lex sits up, sliding his wet fingers from my pussy and wiping them on the white fabric of his shirt. Seeing him so raw and open and messy like this is driving me crazy. Why, why, why did he have to throw some more asshole in on top of it all?
“I never fuck without a condom.”
“Neither do I,” I growl back at him, and he cringes, like the idea of me having sex with anyone else is a disgusting anomaly he can barely stomach. “But I could if I wanted to,” I tell him with a smirk. “I'm on the pill.”
Lex pauses with the condom clutched between his fingers. I shift, sliding my left leg against his, enjoying the sharp bite of the fabric from his slacks, the tenseness of the muscles beneath. When he sits there for a second too long, I squeeze his cock with my fingers.
“Don't even think about it,” I whisper, wanting to be horrible, wanting to be naughty, wanting to completely toss the rules to the wind and go for it with my asshole of a boss. My conscience – which looks like a strange combo of my moms – shakes her mental head at me. Do I really think Lex Lyndon has a disease? It's highly, highly doubtful. A man like that? All practiced perfection and expensive suits and enough audacity to choke a horse? The chances are so slim as to be nonexistent. I swallow hard and make a choice. “Put the condom on, and if you can prove to me that you're clean, we could try it next time.”
Oops.
Lex stares at me, his body as still as a statue. Until the marble cracks. His face shifts into a wickedly disturbing smile as he tosses the silver wrapping to the floor and slides the red latex over his dick with a devilish groan.
I don't give myself time to think about the implications of what I've just said.
“Fuck the shit out of me, Lex, and hurry.” A quick lift of my head shows me the clock on the dash. We've been down here for almost an hour?! Maybe Lex isn't as early of a finisher as I thought. Holy crap. Any moment now, Maxi could be descending the elevator, looking for me.
Lex licks his lower lip and scowls at me as I take another handful of his hair, pulling him down on top of me, reaching between us with my right hand and guiding him inside. Stars flicker in my vision as that second orgasm smashes into me like a freight train, driven straight into my body by the solid force of Lex's thrust. When his pelvis makes contact with mine, we both groan, coming on each other, curling arms and legs around one another as we fight for space in the cramped backseat of my vehicle.
Lex moves inside of me until the lights stop flashing and my head stops spinning and he's dripping beads of sweat acro
ss my face and chest. Then he collapses, crushing me into the beige leather with the heavy weight of his body.
Uh oh.
I pant as I stare up at the ceiling, feeling a flicker of butterfly wings in my chest. My right leg is wrapped around Lex, foot still encased in my vegan slipper. The other is sticking straight out, bare as Cinderella's the night of the ball. Only I wasn't dancing with a kind-hearted prince, but a piggish asshole with too much money and a nasty scowl. Oh no. Oh crap. Oh God. If I ran away right now, I highly doubt he'd sweep the winding hills of San Francisco with my slipper looking for me.
Doesn't matter, I guess, because I don't need a fucking prince anyway.
I swallow and relax my grip on Lex's hair, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling the heat of his body still wrapped inside mine. I can feel his heartbeat – right now, it's thumping the same rhythm as mine is. Too intimate for a rut, too touchy-feely for love/hate sex. I just want him off of me right now.
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