Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection by Jamie Knight (free e novels .txt) 📗

often before, and eased his beautiful cock out of the opening in his boxers. Unfurling it in three sections so it wouldn’t spring out and smack me in the face. Which was always a possibility when Hugo was hard. I took his gently throbbing head in my hot little mouth and sucked with relish. Finally, I fully grasped the phrase ‘cock starved.’ It felt like I might die unless I was able to taste his sweet cum and soon.

As I sucked his beautiful cock, taking my time to savor the moment, I could feel Hugo softly stretching my pussy. Maya had once told me about 69-ing, though I couldn’t quite imagine how it would work. Turned out, it was actually pretty simple. As well as fucking amazing.

Hugo lapped lightly at my tender pussy, no doubt a bit fatigued from the pleasure with which he had so recently blessed me. I hungrily sucked his cock in return, working my way down to just over half way. It was my ambition to be able to deep-throat him. Even though I had yet to discover that exact descriptor. Still, what I’d accomplished during my very first 69 session, I counted as a personal best. Another step along the way toward my ultimate goal.

I’d just fallen into a good rhythm, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft as I sucked, when Hugo went an upped the ante, introducing a finger into my pussy as well as his brilliant tongue work. I couldn’t let that stand without a response and started with some tongue work of my own. It was a bit awkward at first, with me being a beginner but I soon found the rhythm of it. Hugo’s moans only added to the delicious sensations in my pussy.

Thus began a friendly competition, ending with Hugo damn near drowning me with his biggest cum load yet and me nearly choking on it because I was screaming in pleasure of my own.

He must have been saving it up over the days we hadn’t touched. I was suddenly glad I was able to release him, figuring there was no way that sort of built up tension could possibly be healthy. Helping him as he was helping me. The perfect sort of arrangement.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded as I gulped down the last bit of his cum. Always taught it was rude to speak when my mouth was full.

Sucking him clean once more, as well as helping him remain hard, I kept a hold of the base of his cock, and I swung my leg over like I was mounting a horse. It seemed rather appropriate.

Using two mouth-wetted fingers to make sure my pussy was ready, I eased down his beautiful cock, until I was sitting flush on his lap. My pussy lips hovered lightly over his cock.

I paused while he hastily retrieved a condom from a drawer and pulled it on, then Hugo took my hips as I leaned forward, planting my hands firmly on his strong shoulders. With the full support of his hands, I slowly started to move, caressing my pussy along his cock from balls to head and then back down again. I rocked my hips slightly at each end, trying to give him a different feeling with each pass. Not to mention it played merry wonders on my g-spot.

Gradually, I gained in both speed and confidence, riding his cock with abandon. The slight turns of before evolving into full-on hip rotations. I’d been too afraid of falling the first time we’d tried the position, but had gotten well beyond that.

I wanted him, I was going to have him, exactly how I liked. Just as I was his to do with as he liked. Both in terms of power exchange, as well as in general. Our relationship felt more like a partnership than anything else. Each helping and benefiting from the other.

I could feel it. The distinctive heat as Hugo unleashed his payload. Only that time, instead of in my mouth for a tasty treat, it was tossed in the trash in a wrapping of latex.

He kissed me as I collapsed against him. Both of us were a bit too happy to think about the implications of what just happened. Ordinarily I would have been frantic, but there was something about Hugo that put me at my ease. Even if I wasn’t entirely sure where we stood.

Even though the end of our little arrangement was growing perilously near.

Keeping me in his tight embrace, Hugo got carefully to his feet. My arms and legs going around him as he did so. Both his hands on my ass for further support, he carried me to the bathroom.

“Will you wash my hair?” I asked hopefully, as the bath tub filled.

I couldn’t quite make sense of the look that passed over his face, but he nodded. “Of course, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, brushing his lips over my forehead.

I didn’t know what this meant, but at least for now, I had him back.

Chapter Twelve - Hugo

The sandman was again absent. Fled from the scene those six days, it didn’t seem as though he would make a reappearance. At least not that first night. Whatever influence Vega had on the situation was at least at an ebb. We would have to reestablish our connection further before I regained any of the benefits. A fair penitence for my foolishness.

It had scared me more than all the monsters in storybooks. The ones I’d used a nightlight until I was 11 to try and ward off. Three simple, loaded words. ‘I love you.’ ‘Je t'aime.’

How many times had I heard that over the years? Said in a different context but with no less earnestness. If desire for sex was a manifestation of the fear of death, both fundamental aspects of the human condition, what was love? Sex was one of the primary expressions of love but not necessarily needed for it. Nor was love needed for sex, as had