The Girlfriend (The Boss) (32 page)

Neil stepped up behind me and helped slide my bra the rest of the way off my arms, baring my tight, puckered nipples to the slight chill of the room. Or maybe the room was fine, it was just my body temperature that had gone through the roof. His big hands pushed my panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them as Emir dragged his tongue across the line where my thigh met my stocking.

“You can lean back on me,” Neil murmured against my ear. I reached up with one arm to hold on to his neck, enjoying the slide of his clothing against my bare skin. His palms skimmed beneath the curves of my breasts, cupping me.

Emir caught the lace top of my thigh-high between his teeth and slowly peeled it down, looking up at my shocked expression with amusement. I don’t think anybody had ever undressed me with their teeth before. When his mouth no longer sufficed, Emir carefully rolled the stocking down and whipped it from my foot with a flourish. The silk dangled from his fingers. “I very much enjoy a woman’s stockings. Do you want to know why?”

I caught my bottom lip in my teeth as I nodded. Neil’s hands moved down my sides, to grip my hips, his fingers digging into the firm flesh there. Emir’s hand skimmed up between my thighs, the stocking whispering over my skin.

“Take hold of it on your side,” Emir said to Neil, and they both held opposite ends, Neil the lace top and Emir the toe. With painstaking care, Emir slipped his fingers into my cleft and over my clitoris, tucking the silk around the rigid nub. He pulled up on his end of the stocking, eliciting a cry from me. Then, climbing to his feet, he took one step back, and then another. That was as far as he could go; silk doesn’t stretch much. But there was space between us, and he beckoned with a crooked finger. “Take a step toward me, Chloe.”

“Wait.” Neil let his end of the stocking drop, then knelt on the floor behind me. He rolled the other one down. Once it was free of my foot, he shook it out and wrapped it snug around my ankles.

“Good idea,” Emir said, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how they both knew exactly what was going on when I hadn’t the faintest clue.

Some of it probably had to do with the fact that all the blood had rushed away from my brain and into my aching cunt.

“But with silk?” Emir went on, watching as Neil worked.

“I have scissors nearby,” Neil told him. “In the drawer of the nightstand closest to the window, in case any issues arise.”

Normally, I might have been horrified to hear someone casually discuss cutting up an article of my clothing, but I was too far gone to care. Emir waited until Neil stood and took his end of the stocking between my legs, then repeated his earlier instruction. “Come toward me.”

The moment I moved, I knew exactly what they had done. The silk tucked between my folds slipped over and around my clit as I attempted a step. My bound ankles only prolonged the agony, because I couldn’t do more than shuffle forward with great effort. Balancing was a trick, and I threw my arms out to my sides. I was a tightrope walker of a different kind, it seemed.

I reached Emir with three teensy, tottering steps. He leaned down and brushed his lips over my cheek, my jaw, to my ear. “Maybe we should do this until you come,” he said, low enough that it was an intimate threat, loud enough that Neil would have certainly overheard. All three of us stood practically on top of each other.

Emir reached down and caressed me through the silk, his fingertips smoothing along my slit, then pressing deeper to find my clitoris and rub in slow circles.

Stepping up behind me, Neil dropped his end of the stocking and cupped my breasts, his thumbs skating over my nipples. He kissed down my neck, finding the magical spot behind my ear that always made me come undone.

Holli had once told me that a threesome can either be a lot of work, or a lot of fun. This one was turning out to be the latter. I felt almost guilty at the amount of attention I received. Emir rolled my clit and the stocking between his thumb and forefinger, and I shuddered, close to the breaking point as Neil’s mouth and hands helped to overwhelm me.

“Are you close, Chloe?” Emir asked, teasing me. “So soon?”

“When she’s close, she’ll close her legs as if she’s trying to keep you away,” Neil told him over my shoulder. Then his teeth sank into that shoulder, biting a little too hard to be gentle, and my thighs clamped around Emir’s hand.

“Why don’t we move to the bed?” Emir suggested.

“My ankles,” I said, dizzy and out of breath from being brought so close to the edge. When Emir swooped me up in his arms and carried me, I realized what “swoon” meant.

He laid me on the bed with my knees over the side and crouched to untie my ankles. “Do you have those scissors?”

Neil went to the bedside table and retrieve them, and with a quick snip, my legs were free. Emir knelt between them. He pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it, and tossed it aside.

Strange as it seemed considering our previous physical intimacy, I had never seen Emir any kind of undressed. He looked just as good out of his shirt as he had in it, with broad shoulders, and abs that stood testament to a grueling gym schedule. I wanted to touch all that tight, brown skin, sink my teeth into his muscles, and I was pulled under by a wave of lust not unlike the one I’d felt in that hotel room with Neil six years before. The lure of the forbidden, the knowledge that I was getting incredibly intimate with a stranger... I suppose I’d never realized how much of a turn on that was for me. Perhaps it was why I’d bounced from purely sexual relationship to purely sexual relationship during my post-college, pre-Neil years.

The fact that Neil was totally okay with me indulging that particular thrill pushed my arousal higher; my entire body became an erogenous zone, primed for sensation. He climbed onto the bed behind me and pulled my arms above my head. The gentle pressure of his hands on my wrists would increase, I knew, should I try to move them away.

Emir went to his bag and retrieved a dental dam, peeling the latex sheet from its packet as he returned to me. The rubber was hot pink.

“Oh my gosh, super cute,” I squealed breathlessly. “I didn’t realize they came in a color besides dentist office green.”

“All sorts of colors. Flavors, in fact.” He grinned at me. “This one is bubble gum.”

I looked up at Neil and caught his smile. He was fond of telling me how good I taste to him, and I’m sure he was pleased to keep that privilege all to himself.

I held my breath as Emir pressed the thin sheet against my vulva. I’ve never found the use of dams to detract from oral sex; there’s something fun about the different feeling of a tongue poking and sliding at you through latex, as opposed to the equally enjoyable hot, wet touch of barrier-free oral.

When Emir’s mouth closed over my clit, my hips bucked, and my pubic bone hit him in the nose.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” I sat up quickly, and Neil released my wrists as I did. “Are you okay?”

Emir sat back on his heels, laughing. “Yes. My eyes are watering, but yes.”

“I had no idea this would be so dangerous,” Neil chuckled.

“Well, I’m sorry, I had no idea he was going to be so good at it.” I covered my hot face with my hands, mortified.

“Perhaps we should begin more slowly?” Emir suggested, still rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“There are restraints tucked under the mattress,” Neil said, his gaze meeting mine for a guilty second.

“Are there?” I sat up more, watching as Emir reached beneath the duvet and fished two padded cuffs from under the mattress.

Neil blushed, which is always adorable. He was open and honest about sex all the time, so it seemed extra charming when he got embarrassed. “They’re just soft restraints. They’re only held in place by weight. I thought they were a fun novelty to keep handy.”

“Very useful for avoiding facial injuries,” Emir joked as he wrapped the wide strap around my calf, just below my knee. “Maybe a bit snug, but they’re velcro. They’ll let go if they are too tight. You are okay with this?”

“More than okay. It’s a good safety precaution.” I spread my legs and let him secure them. I pulled just a little, as a test, and heard the pop of velcro letting go. So, they weren’t restraints so much as reminders.

Not that, “Don’t break Emir’s nose” wasn’t a good enough reminder.

The dam had fluttered to the bed, so he tossed it into the trashcan and went for another one. This time, though, he only opened the package and didn’t take it out. Instead, he settled down to nibble and suck his way from my knee, up my inner thigh, and nearly to my vulva before starting all over again on the other leg. He repeated until I was panting, whimpering, and shamelessly humping the air whenever his cheek brushed against me.

“Tell him what you want,” Neil told me, a hint of amusement in his voice. “He might not give it to you, but I’d so enjoy hearing you beg.”

I laughed ruefully, hissing through my teeth when Emir’s tongue laved the bend of my knee. “Please. Will you make me come?”

“This is the second time you’ve asked me that.” He leaned his face against me, and his long lashes swept over my skin.

“I’m making a habit of it.” I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. “Please. Please make me come.”

“Once more,” Neil ordered me.

It took a lot not to strain against my bonds. “Please make me come.”

“Very well.” Emir unwrapped the dam and slid the latex against my wet core. I squirmed and anticipated his touch. It was just as hard not to break his nose this time. He licked up the sides of my clit, pausing to admire the view through the transparent film. I groaned in agony. I’d been waiting too long, and I needed something to take the edge off my need. When I wasn’t in full submission mode, I was way impatient.

Emir knew the most important aspect of going down on a woman: repetition. He found one thing that made my toes curl, and he did it over and over. It was a swirl of his tongue that started against the side of my clit and rolled around, then flicked over the tip. My hands clenched to fists, and I pulled against Neil’s hold. Emir’s elbows pressed my thighs flat to the bed, his palms anchoring the dam, and the restraints held me wide open. I couldn’t squeeze my legs together, and I couldn’t squirm away from his mouth. I’m not sure what weird psychology makes me try to avoid orgasm at the crucial moment, but most of my partners had been able to outsmart me and send me over the edge. Emir was no different, and when I came, it was with a howl. I nearly broke free from Neil, but he held me down, kept me helpless while Emir sucked my oversensitive clit into his mouth, tongue swirling and pressing hard through the tight latex. I screamed and rocked my hips and writhed, and when I came a second time I cursed, “Oh, fuck you!”

I wasn’t sure who that was for, Emir for making me come or Neil for holding me captive.

As I panted and sighed my way down from my peak, Neil released my hands. “I think that’s a wonderful suggestion, Chloe. I’d very much like to watch.”

I squinted up at him. I wanted to ask if he was okay, or if he needed anything. He interpreted my expression correctly— damn him.

“Should you be worrying about me, Chloe?” Oh, he had his Sir voice on now, and my heart beat in my swollen clit at the sound of it.

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

“No. All you need to worry about is fucking my friend Emir. Spreading your legs for him and letting him have you any way he desires.” Neil moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves back as he spoke.
 

“Yes, Sir.” My cunt ached at the thought of feeling someone new and different. I licked my lips. My mouth was dry. I wanted to be fucked, right now. And I wanted Neil to watch me getting fucked.

“Now, come here.” He patted his lap, and Emir helped me out of the restraints, so I could lie over Neil’s thighs. Neil’s big, warm palm kneaded my ass and I bit my bottom lip, my whole body tensed and waiting for a slap.

For someone who was so exhausted, he could really give me a hard spanking. He didn’t let up between the first three blows, and they landed crack, crack, crack in succession. I screamed and thrust my hips against his lap as the burning pain twisted into beautiful pleasure that suffused every cell.

Oh, I had missed this. I’d thought I could shut off that part of my brain, but I was a sexual creature, and I couldn’t deny myself any more. Neil gave me two more hard slaps, and after the last I moaned, “I need... I need...”

I turned my head. Emir had undressed the rest of the way, and I squeaked a little as I watched him roll a condom down his length. Size-wise, he was a bit above average, and his shaft was smooth where Neil’s had lovely, fat veins. I wondered how different Emir’s cock would feel. I wondered how he would move, how he would fuck me. I wanted so badly to be filled by him, I wavered on the edge of desperate tears.

I got up and Neil showed me just how he wanted me, on my hands and knees on the bed. He sat in the chaise and watched as Emir knelt on the bed behind me. His hands were shockingly rough— from working on motorcycles, I assumed in an odd moment of clarity— and he squeezed my ass, rolling my cheeks apart and together again with a content sigh. “Maybe we’ll meet again, and we’ll both have you at the same time?”

Perspiration beaded on my skin at the hot flush his words inspired. I dropped my head, escaped tendrils from my French twist skimming the duvet.

“I think she likes the idea,” Neil said, and I heard his half-smile in his voice.

Emir rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, and I swore my heart stopped for just a moment. I kept my gaze locked on Neil, watching me as Emir sank deep into my body. My bottom came up flush against his pelvis, and my breath stuttered out with a wordless vocalization of disbelief. Neil’s intense green gaze scorched me, and I clenched down tight. Emir made an appreciative noise.

“How does it feel, Chloe?” Neil said the name with the same intonation he would have said “Sophie,” and my brain swapped them automatically. Sophie was his, all his, even when another man’s cock was in her.

But that was too much to verbalize, so I focused on the physical, on Emir behind me and inside me. “Hard. Oh god, you’re so hard.”