Caught by the Boss part 28

LEILA

We drive north. I sit with my back straight and my hands entwined on my lap, like I’m at an interview.

The only part that moves is my mouth. I keep biting my bottom lip, pursing them. I don’t know what to do with myself after the heated kiss.

He’s getting comfortable with touching me, and I can’t find it in me to complain. Because I like it.

He’s a brilliant, sexy menace.

During the drive, he had a 20-minute call over Bluetooth with an engineer, speaking in words I wouldn’t understand even if I looked them up. It brings a strange warmth to my chest to see that he trusts me enough to speak about his business plans.

At one point, one tire dips into a hole, and his hand instantly finds my thigh, settling there protectively.

I’m ashamed to admit my pussy tingled. His hand was so close to where I wanted it to be

His hand stays there for fifteen minutes, warming my entire body although the air conditioner runs.

We’re so lost in our thoughts that we don’t realize there’s no music is playing. He clicks on a random station, and quickly changes it when a love song starts playing. That’s the last thing we want to hear.

Light rain falls, blurring the windows. There is no longer an outside world. Just us in this luxury car that seems to shrink with every mile we travel.

It smells so much like him. A faint scent of cologne that gives me just a hint of him—a tease, much like all of his kisses.

I’m in danger—we both are. With all the sexual frustration, I’m sure the cabin will catch fire. I could have easily denied this trip and insisted on going home, but something about my former boss, this heart-breaker, keeps me coming back.

After a few hours, the city has peeled back and we only see looming trees. It’s a lush, thick scene only offering bursts of sunlights through the leaves. Holding a mystery of what’s coming. A part of me is thrilled to find out, although I shouldn’t.

I forsook this man, but his biceps and wicked lips are bewitching me.

We pull into the territory, and I see that he had been humble when he called this place a “cabin.” It’s more like a lodge, massive and sitting right by the lake. The grounds are immaculate. Flowers bloom and the foliage is trimmed. I fall in love instantly.

“Let me show you inside.”

He parks the car and walks around to get my door right as I touch the door handle. He takes my hand and helps me out, and I stare at the grass like it’s the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen. My face warms, and it has nothing to do with the temperature.

He gets our bags and we approach the building. A middle-aged man wearing a chef uniform appears by the door. He greets us and has a brief conversation with Hector about our meals as I look around the cabin.

Only art hangs on the walls. No family portraits. I see this is a trend in his homes. The furniture is luxurious, and to my dismay, there is wood everywhere. Even hardwood floors. The cabin might catch fire, after all.

“Leila, can I offer you anything to eat?” He asks.

I shake my head mutely, feeling out of place. I don’t want to touch a single thing. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the difference in our lifestyles.

He gives me a tour of the property. When we reach the lake, I take my shoes off and step into the water to wet my feet. The water is cool and relaxing. But when I swear I feel something touch my toes, I jolt and slip in the mud.

Down I go, right into the water that soaks my nice jeans.

I let out an embarrassing squeal before I fall into water.

I hear Hector’s chuckle. I push my hair from my face to glare at him, but the expression is quickly wiped away when he reaches for the hem of his shirt and lifts it, revealing his diabolical abs. I find myself retreating, pushing myself further into the water.

Hector doesn’t notice. He removes his belt and pulls down his pants, now showing his boxers and endless muscles.

“What are you doing?” I rasp.

“Coming to your rescue,” he replies.

I stand and walk backward deeper into the water, because Hector’s body would offer me no rescue.

He’s smirking as he follows me, his skin glowing under the sunlight while I look like a drenched mop.

He reaches me with quick strolls, threading through the water like it’s no obstacle.

He swoops in and wraps his arms around my waist, tossing me like I weigh nothing before embracing me again. I hold my breath. Although I’m fully dressed, the water is cool and Hector’s embrace is electrifying.

I shove at his chest when he makes a move to grab me again, and he doesn’t move an inch. He only laughs at me, and I find myself smiling, too.

We play around for a while. He keeps hands on my waist and I find myself resenting that. I could easily take my shirt off to flirt, but don’t have the backbone.

I’m disappointed when we walk out of the water and he pulls his clothes on. He directs me to the cabin and briefly disappears to get me a towel.

I glance around the guest room. It’s clean, although I know it’s rarely used. My bags lay neatly beside the door and the bed looks too large for one person.

I hop in the shower and change into shorts and a graphic t-shirt. My bare feet walk over the cool floor.

I find Hector in the living room, seated on the couch and fussing with a helmet. He has already changed into grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. When he hears me enter, he looks up and gives me a smile that nearly makes me melt.

I sit beside him on the couch. “This place is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he replies, fussing with the helmet. “But I want to show you more.”

He taps the left panel on the helmet and hands it to me.

I look at it warily. “I don’t know. Last time I logged into a Machine, nothing good happened.”

“Yes, I suppose having your pussy eaten by your boss is not ideal,” he says, chuckling.

My jaw drops. I guess I should get used to these comments. He hasn’t been holding back.

I roll my eyes and grab the helmet, slowly sliding it on. I gasp. I’m staring at a mirror, looking at me. I’m in the office where we used to work, smiling behind my desk and wearing my boring office clothes. But the shocking part is the feeling I experience while staring at myself.

Love. Overwhelming adoration. But these aren’t the things I feel when I look in the mirror. These feelings aren’t mine.

I pull the helmet off and brush my wet hair back. Hector is looking at me with a genuine smile, giving me confirmation that the feelings were his.

“Introducing my new helmet: Leila. It reflects what one user feels for another. Leila, I love you.”

Aww, hell. I’ve got to fuck him now.

I gently set the helmet on the coffee table, and reach for him. My hands grip the muscles biceps that have been fucking taunting me, and I kiss him.

He stiffens for a split second before embracing me, taking all I offer. One arm wraps around my waist and the other grips my ass. His grip is tight, telling me that I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. We’re going all the fucking way, no helmets necessary.

I pull at his t-shirt with one hand, the other refusing to release his delicious bicep. He shrugs his shirt off, and then comes for mine. We’re bare chested now. Heart against heart, pounding wildly. Our tongues tangle, and our bodies do the same as I straddle him. Feeling his erection, I grind against him, the friction driving my pussy wild.

Hector pulls his lips away to kiss and lick my neck. His hands find my breasts and weigh them, and his mouth quickly marks them. Covering my smooth skin in hickeys.

“No more helmets,” he growls, sliding a hand into my jean shorts and rubbing my clit. “I’m fucking you and claiming you in the real world.”

His strong arms unroll me on the couch. His hot, hungry mouth finds my breasts and my belly, moving south until he finds my sex.

I had shaved because a part of me knew this was coming.

He peels my pussy apart with his thumbs and does sinful, unforgettable things with his tongue. He finds my clit and doesn’t leave it alone until my heels are digging into the couch and my things tremble. I moan, squeezing his sculptured shoulders. Digging my nails into his perfect muscles. He doesn't complain. Only gets back at me with a sucking motion that gets my heart and pussy going. My walls contract, and Hector groans as if feeling the sensation. Feeling my pussy call for him.

He answers the call. His sweatpants and boxers come off, and I don’t dare to look down because I know I’ll be scared away. I felt the monster in his pants when I was grinding against him.

He keeps me pinned against the couch with his lips, kissing me furiously like he’s trying to distract me from the girthy cock pressing against my entrance.

His fingers dip into my thighs, keeping me spread open—not that I was going anywhere. He pushes into my wet, warm pussy, groaning as he does so.

I find myself groaning too, because his fat cock is splitting me apart. He’s massive. Unforgiving as he slides inside and stimulates the cunt he was just licking and sucking.

“You can’t come inside,” I pant, vaguely remembering that we’re not using protection.

“We’ll see,” he growls, pushing another inch inside. I moan, wanting more than a single thrust.

He delivers, gently rocking into me, making way to accommodate his size. His soft, languid kisses coax me to relax and take him. Soon, he’s rocking into me with quick thrusts, fucking me into his luxurious couch.

The helmet stays on the coffee table. This is real.

He’s warm around me, although he supports his weight with his elbows. I’m surrounded by his breath and strength, stuffed full by his hungry cock that plunges into me, going deep enough to satisfy every part of me.

My hands find his hips and pull him deeper inside, encouraging his thrusts while I moan shamelessly. My bare breasts heave as I pant, and my pussy clenches around him.

He moves one had to my pussy—supporting himself with only one arm—and rubs me. The pleasure is blinding. I wreathe under him, overwhelmed by the sensations, but he keeps thrusting, refusing to leave my pussy until I give him what he wants.

He rubs harder, thrusts deeper. The clear doors show the lake outside, revealing to the world what we’re doing here. Showing me getting railed on a couch by a man that I once swore I hated.

He grunts as he fucks me, hips and fingers relentless as they unravel me. I cave in, shouting as I come. His thrusts come faster, our sweaty skin slapping together as he chases his own orgasm. He’s grunting and flashing his teeth, my contracting pussy driving him to insanity.

He pulls out of me, and the next thing I know, he’s covering my belly in his seed. I gasp, more in disappointment than shock.

And that’s crazy. Because I shouldn’t want his seed inside me.

He wraps his arms around me, ignoring the semen on my belly. He presses us together, practically growling in satisfaction. I struggle to catch my breath although I didn’t do much work other than lay there and take a massive cock.

Well, that just happened. There’s no turning back now.

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