My New Boss Ch. 13

Soon, the waiter arrived with our meals and Paul was forced to release my leg. I breathed a sigh of relief and we all enjoyed our food. The conversation flowed easily, as did the alcohol. Paul and I drank very little while Bob and Donna were both obviously heavy drinkers. The men discussed their potential business deal while Donna and I listened in or engaged in polite conversation of our own. From a professional stand point, the dinner was going very well. Paul was well on his way to sealing the deal with Bob. At this rate, our company would be taking on the Alaskan Cruise Line website very soon.

Once our food was gone, Bob stood up and excused himself to step outside for a cigarette. He offered one to Paul and he gently declined. Bob nodded and walked outside. Donna tapped her napkin on either side of her lips and excused herself to the restroom. Paul and I were alone. Horny and alone at a very private table.

Paul wrapped his right arm behind my back, tracing his fingers on my uncovered skin. He leaned down and kissed my neck. What little wine I did drink, coupled with his constant sexual teasing was making my blood pump heavily through my body. I turned my head and kissed him, moaning quietly against his lips.

He pulled away from me to keep his eye out for Bob and Donna to return.

"This is the longest dinner ever." I laughed.

"Not much longer, baby." His fingers slipped underneath the open back of my dress and ran down the side of my ribcage. He pulled his chair just a little closer to mine as we both watched for someone to return.

His fingers continued to explore, rubbing against the lace lingerie under my dress. His hand slipped around quickly and gripped my right breast under my dress. My breathing hitched as his fingers dragged against my warm flesh. My nipples immediately started to stiffen, pushing against the flimsy fabric and against my dress.

"I love your tits, Brooke." he whispered into my ear.

"Mmmm..."

"You want me to grab them hard, don't you?" he grinned against my ear as he rubbed his fingers underneath my heavy breast.

"Yes, please..." I moaned softly. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Well, here comes Donna, so you'll have to wait a little longer." He pulled his hand out of my dress and quickly placed it on the back of my chair. I exhaled shakily and sat up a little straighter when Donna reached our table.

"Bob still isn't back?" she asked.

"Here I am!" He said too loudly. He smacked his hand down on the table as he sat down. "So, Taylor...let's figure this thing out. I'm too damn old to be out this late." he laughed.

Paul and Bob finished talking business, and Donna leaned over the table to me, resting her chin on her hand.

"So honey, you say that you and Paul are just friends?" she asked with a wobbly smile. She had clearly had a little too much to drink.

I nodded. "Yes. Just friends."

"But he's so handsome!" she whispered loudly.

I giggled and glanced at Paul. Donna was right. He was. He was leaning on his elbows on the table, explaining to Bob about the advantages of choosing our company to overhaul his site. Bob was listening intently. I stared at Paul's sculpted jaw line, his thick lips as he spoke, his broad shoulders...everything about him just screamed 'sex' to me.

I turned back to Donna. "Yes, he is very handsome. I'm lucky to have such a great friend." The words dug into me sharply as I said them. I felt stupid for feeling this way after only a week, and I knew that part of it had to be hormones, but the idea of Paul just being a friend seemed strange to me. There was more there. Even he admitted it. We had some kind of connection that couldn't really be described. It just felt like more than a friendship was forming.

While Donna searched in her purse for something, I bravely reached my hand under the thick table cloth and rubbed Paul's thigh. I felt his thick muscle twitch beneath my fingers. Our chairs were close enough that it wasn't obvious at all what I was doing. Their conversation didn't waiver, but Paul did subtly push his legs apart. I took the opportunity and slid my hand a little further up his leg, dragging my fingernails gently along the way. I pretended to be interested in their conversation as my hand quietly explored Paul's lap underneath the table.

My fingers softly grazed the length of his cock. I could feel it jerk in his pants. This sent a wave of excitement through me. He was right. After an evening full of teasing, I couldn't wait to get him back to my apartment.

I placed my hand on top of his dick. It was thick and pulsing. My pussy was aching for him. I needed this meal to be over soon.

About 10 minutes later, I could tell that their conversation was coming to an end, so I slowly removed my hand, giving him the chance to adjust himself if he needed to. Bob and Paul shook hands across the table.

"Alright, Taylor. I'll give you a call on Monday and we'll set everything up from there." he smiled.

"You won't regret it, Bob." he grinned.

Bob looked over at me. "Is this guy always such a smooth talker?" he laughed, pointing at Paul.

I smiled. "He knows what he wants, Mr. Maxwell."

"You ain't kiddin!" he started to pull his wallet out of his pocket and Paul held up his hands.

"On me, Bob. You two go ahead and get out of here. I'll just talk to you on Monday. Mrs. Maxwell, thank you for letting me steal your dinner date for the evening." he said politely as he shook Donna's hand.

"Oh sweetie. No problem. Your girl here was wonderful company." she winked at me.

Paul leaned over and squeezed my shoulder. "She is pretty wonderful." he replied. My heart surged and I felt a deep blush spread across my face. Donna reached across the table and gave me a friendly hug. We all said goodnight. Paul and I sat back down, as the waiter placed the check on the table.

"Well, you did it." I smiled.

"Yeah. He wasn't an easy sell, though."

"Still, you were right. You're the kind of man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants." I shook my head and smiled.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all. I'm just always impressed by you."

"Likewise. They loved you. Bringing you along probably helped seal the deal. Letting Bob see you in that dress probably would have been enough." he grinned, running his fingers down my arm.

I shook my head. "Nope. That was all on you, Mr. Taylor. You're just great at everything you do."

"Do you know what I want to do now?"

A slow smile crept across my face. I bit gently into my full bottom lip. I shook my head, pretending I had no idea what was coming.

He wrapped his long fingers around my neck and pulled my ear close to his mouth.

"I want to get you back to your place and I want to fuck your sweet pussy until you're screaming my name, baby."

I shuddered and nodded my head. His words alone made my pussy clench. I needed Paul. I needed him to fuck me. I wanted him any way that I could get him.

He pulled away from me and his dark, hungry gaze met mine. He took out his wallet and laid plenty of cash on the table. He stood up and pulled out my chair. We walked to the front of the dark restaurant and Paul opened the door for me, telling the staff thank you as we walked out.

He handed the valet his ticket and seconds later, his impressive sports car pulled up in front of us. Paul reached down and opened my door for me.

"Thank you, Sir." I beamed up at him as I sat into the seat. He winked and then closed the door. I saw him tip the valet and walk around the car. I could barely sit still. We would be back to my place in about 15 minutes and then we could finally get down to the real business of the evening.

Paul slid into his seat and closed the door softly. He looked over his shoulder and merged onto the street. There was hardly any traffic at 10:15pm on a Thursday night. A few cabs here and there and a random car or two, but the streets were pretty quiet. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked over at Paul. He was busy changing lanes, but I couldn't resist. I leaned over the center console and started kissing and sucking on his neck. He groaned. I felt his right hand slide underneath me and between my legs. I was nearly on all fours by that point, my face directly over the thick bulge in his pants. His fingers started rubbing through the lace teddy, against my wet pussy lips. I groaned and kissed his erection through his pants.

I couldn't wait anymore. I leaned down and unzipped his pants, not caring if any passing cars could see me or not. I worked his cock out of his pants and sucked it all the way down to the base.

"Oh shit....Brooke. Oh fuck." he moaned.

I started bobbing my head frantically up and down his cock, covering it with my saliva. His soft moans soon became heavy pants and grunts as he tried to push himself up into my mouth. One of his fingers pushed past the strip of lace over my pussy and worked it's way in between my folds. My mouth was full of his cock, but I moaned deeply as he pushed himself into me.

"You're so wet, Brooke. God, I can't wait to fuck you, baby..."

I pulled my hot mouth off of him. "Mmmm. Me either, Sir."

I sat back into my seat and looked around. We were just a few blocks from my apartment. I leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, licking the thick drop of wetness that was leaking from the tip. His hips jerked beneath me. I tucked his manhood back into his pants and sat back into my seat, leaning my head against the headrest. My clit was pulsing. I squirmed in my seat as I watched Paul find a spot in front of my building. He parked near the entrance and shut off his car. Normally, he would come around and open my door for me, but I didn't want to wait. I jumped out and met him by the curb. He laughed, sensing my impatience.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the building and up the stairs. As I searched for my keys in my clutch, Paul hugged me from behind, gripping my tits firmly. He pressed his erection into my ass and groaned. With shaking hands, I managed to unlock the door. He pushed me inside and slammed the door behind us. He reached around and locked it. I stepped away from him and threw my purse onto the couch.

We were just a few feet apart. Paul slowly peeled off his jacket and tossed it on my kitchen barstool. I just couldn't wait anymore. I rushed to him and kissed him feverishly. He reached down and lifted me by my waist and I wrapped my legs around him. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me head back towards the ceiling. His lips sucked on my neck. I inhaled loudly, grabbing at his hair.

Suddenly, he peeled me off of him and placed me on the floor. My knees were wobbly. I was shaking with need. I could see his dick trying to break free from his pants. He grabbed my elbow and dragged me into my bedroom. I turned around and pulled his shirt out of his pants, fumbling as I tried to quickly unfasten his buttons as he loosened his cuffs. I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and kissed his chest. My mouth wandered down to his stomach. I licked his muscles and let my lips drag against the trail of hair leading below his pants. I knelt down in front of him and unbuttoned him. I jerked his pants down frantically. His hard dick was nearly falling out of his briefs, so I pulled them down, too, and wrapped my lips around his shaft. He groaned loudly, twisting his fingers into my hair. I grabbed his hips and sucked him deep into my throat over and over.

"Oh Brooke. Yes. Yeah, baby. Suck my cock, baby."

I doubled my efforts. Thick strings of our fluids were dripping from the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I leaned my head back and looked up at Paul. He was staring down at me.

"You love to suck dick, don't you, Brooke? You love it when my cock is down your throat?" he grunted.

I popped my mouth off of him. "Yes, Sir. I love to suck your cock." I moaned. He guided my mouth back to his dick and thrust into my throat over and over. Wetness was leaking out of me. My pussy was aching to be filled. Paul must have read my mind because he pulled out of my mouth and stood me up. I was gasping for breath and shaking.

Paul kicked off his shoes and socks, standing completely naked in front of me. His cock was bouncing wildly, searching for something to push it's way into.

He stepped closer to me and grabbed the top of my dress. He peeled it down my arms and chest slowly. He guided it down over my hips and to the floor, kicking it behind him onto our pile of clothing. I stood in front of him in nothing but the lingerie he bought me and my heels. He sat down on my bed and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

"Turn around for me, Brooke." he demanded.

I smiled and stepped in front of him. I ran my hands along my body and slowly turned for him, letting him get a good view of me in the gift that he purchased.

"Rub your tits."

I ran my hands up the sides of my body. When I reached my breasts, I pushed them together. I slid my hands over the tops, then down over my lace covered nipples. I brought my fingers up and pinched them firmly, closing my eyes as the pleasure coursed through me. I opened my eyes and looked at Paul. He had leaned back on the bed and was stroking his cock slowly.

"Turn around and bend over, baby."

I bit my lip and turned around slowly. I leaned forward. I felt the garters tighten against the backs of my thighs. The teddy was now nestled between my wet pussy lips. As I bent over, I heard him groan. I reached up between my legs and rubbed my exposed pussy for him. My fingers were soaked as I masturbated in front of my boss. My middle finger touched my sensitive clit and my knees shook. I stood up, not able to wait for anymore instructions.

I turned around and walked towards Paul, closing the space between us. I placed my knees on either side of his hips and straddled him. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed his mouth, working my tongue between his lips. He groaned as I sat on his lap, pressing his dick between us. His hands grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto the bed. I went to pull his face into mine for a kiss and he grabbed my wrists and pushed them into the bed. His head dropped down and started biting at my nipples through the lace cups.

"Oh f-f-fuck!" I whined as my back arched off the bed. I pushed my tits up to his face. His teeth grazed my skin, biting and sucking at my flesh. His swollen cock was bouncing between my legs. Paul sat up and moved down the bed between my thighs. He kissed my wet skin, licking on either side of my lace covered pussy. I clawed at the sheets. My clit was desperate for contact. He held my thighs apart as he continued to tease my pussy.

I couldn't take anymore. "Please! Oh God, please, Sir. Please suck on my clit!" I begged.

Suddenly, I felt Paul's fingers push through the lace. He ripped the garment open wide at the crotch, exposing me completely. I moaned loudly at his show of force. He grinned at me, then wrapped his lips around my clit.

"OH....YESSSS!" I screamed. I knew that it wasn't going to be long. My hips bucked against his face as he sucked at flicked his tongue against my sensitive bud. I felt him push two fingers, although it could have been more, deep inside of me, searching for my g-spot. He found it within seconds and massaged me all the way to an explosive orgasm. My body curled upwards and my back was completely off the bed. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and his muscular back with the other as my pussy pulsed around his fingers.

"Ohhh fuck. That's it, Mr. Taylor! Yesss. Yesss!!" I wailed.

Paul didn't wait for my orgasm to end. He pushed me back onto the bed, lined up his throbbing cock and plunged into me painfully. We both screamed out.

"OH FUUUCK!" He screamed into my neck.

I grabbed onto him however I could and dug my fingers into his skin. Paul hooked his arms underneath me, grabbing my shoulders. With each thrust of his cock, he pulled me down onto him forcefully. My tits were bouncing wildly between us. Paul reached down and sucked the tops of my jiggling breasts. He pounded into me, his pace unfaltering.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I could only feel. I could only feel his thick cock hammering into me over and over. I begged and pleaded. For what? I have no idea. I just needed him to know that I wanted him, that I wanted every single thrust he could give me.

Paul leaned up on his knees. His face was red. His jaw was clenched and strained. He grabbed the cups of the lingerie and jerked them down.

"Oh Brooke. You're so fucking beautiful." he groaned.

"My God....Mr. Taylor." I moaned and closed my eyes.

I felt him wrap a hand around my throat. He hooked a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it wildly. He pumped a little faster. We were both close.

"OH fuck! Paul! Yes! Paul!" I screamed loudly into his chest as my pussy contracted around his dick.

"Oh baby....coming. Oh Brooke...take my cum, baby!" He leaned over me, pressing me firmly into my bed as he jerked on top of me. His dick pulsed deep inside of me. My pussy gripped at him, trying to hold him inside.

Neither of us could breathe. We couldn't move. His dick stayed hard for several minutes as we came down from our high. Eventually, he slipped out of me and rolled us over, laying me across his chest. I laid my head down and ran my fingers through the thick hair on his chest. We were both breathing deeply and, in time, our breathing synchronized. Everything was dark and calm and quiet.

"Thank you, Sir." I whispered.

He laughed softly. "For what?"

"For everything. For just knowing exactly what I need and when I need it."

He wrapped his muscular arms around me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

"Same to you, baby."