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Fight With Me(2)

By´╝ÜKristen Proby



“Nate, I want you.”

“I know.”

“Now, damnit.”

“You are so fucking hot,” he whispers and lowers himself to brush his lips on my forehead.

“Inside me.” I reach between us and grab his erection. Holy hell, he’s hung. He’s hard and smooth, and he hasn’t rolled the condom on yet. I pull up the length of him, to the tip, and … “Holy, shit, what is that?”

He chuckles, and leans down to gently kiss me. “It’s an apa,” he whispers.

There is a metal bar with two small balls, one at the top and one on the underside, in the end of his penis, and I’m completely thrown. Nate, my suit-wearing, conservative-looking except for the long hair thing boss has his penis pierced?

“A what-a?” My fingers trace it, and then I run my forefinger around the tip of him and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“An apadravya. Fuck, honey.”

“Why would you get this?” I ask, unexpectedly turned on and curious. I wish I could see it!

“You’re about to find out.” I hear the smile in his voice and then feel him reach between us and roll the condom down his impressive length. He kisses me again, more urgently, and buries his hands in my blonde hair. I raise my hips and feel the tip – and those metal balls – at my entrance, and he slowly, oh so slowly, eases inside me.

Oh. My. God.

I can feel the metal rub against the walls of my vagina, all the way deep inside me, and he stops, buried in me, his mouth continuing to move over my own.

“Fuck, I love how tight you are.” His words make me squeeze him, and hold him, my legs wrapped around his lean hips, hands in that glorious hair.

He starts to move his hips, sliding in and out of me, and the sensation is unlike any I’ve ever known. I feel the metal, his impressive cock, his mouth is doing crazy things to mine, and I feel my body quicken as a thin coat of sweat covers me. He picks up the pace, and rotates his hips, just enough to make me completely lose my mind.

“Come on honey, let go.” And I do, violently. I cry out as Nate pushes into me, harder, once and twice, and then succumbs to his own release.

“Oh, Fuck!”



***



I just fucked my boss.

Nate pulls out of me and pulls the condom off, then tosses it on the floor beside the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

No. “Yes.”

“Do you need anything?” He runs his fingers down my cheek, and I again wish that the lights were on, yet I don’t because I’m now feeling shy, and I never feel shy. His voice is distant, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with me now, and to be honest, I don’t know what to do with me either.

“No, thank you.”

Oh, God, what did I just do? I just had to have the most mind-blowingly fantastic sex of my life with the one man in the world that I just can’t have. When he asked me to join him for a drink here at his place after dinner out with colleagues, I should have said no, but I couldn’t. I’ve wanted to get my hands on him from day one, but our company has a very strict no fraternization policy, and I’ve had a long-standing policy of my own: no fucking co-workers.

And yet, here I am, blissfully sated, and not just a little ashamed in my sexy boss’s bed in his swanky thirty-floor apartment.

Fuck.

“Do you want me to turn the lights on?” Nate asks and starts to move away from me, but I put my hand out, gripping his arm to stop him.

“No, it’s fine.”

“You don’t sound like yourself. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Tired, probably too much wine.” Those two glasses that I sipped while drinking in Nate’s deliciousness have definitely not affected my head, but it’s the only excuse I have. We’re acting weird with each other now, and I hate it. I don’t know what I expected, I don’t know him that well. He’s always been professional and polite, and until tonight I had no idea that he found me the least bit attractive.

He’s got a very convincing poker face.

Nate kisses my forehead and pulls the covers over us, then turns me away from him and curls up behind me.

“Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Talk? Talk about what?

I don’t answer, I just lie still and wait until his breathing evens out, then wait another ten minutes to make sure he’s asleep. I carefully slip out from under his heavy arm – Jeez, he’s muscular! Those suits he wears are very deceiving. I fumble my way to the wall, praying I don’t trip and fall on my ass, waking him up and follow it to the doorway. Turning on the hall light, I gather my clothes quickly and dress, grab my purse from Nate’s large, professionally decorated, gorgeous living room, and leave.

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