Like A Boss (12 page)

My hands connected to his chest and my anger swelled. “You won’t believe anything I say anyways, because you’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.”

His stubbornness was overwhelming. Losing all sensibility, I tried again to push him away. I was trapped between him and the couch, and he knew he had this control over me. I could see it in his wild eyes.

“I’m the asshole? Are you fucking kidding me? You taunt me while having a boyfriend.” He was close, his lips mere inches from mine. I could almost taste his want.

“We broke up,” I whispered before his hand fisted in my hair.

“Why?”

“Because I realized I held onto nothing and it wasn’t what I wanted,” I paused, staring into his eyes as they pleaded with mine, begging for my next reason, “and because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed against my skin.

I was wet, instantly. A savage gleam flashed in his eyes as they feasted on my neck. I leaned my head back, letting him suck on my tender skin.

I want him.

Our breathing matched. Our hearts beat on the same thundering rhythm.

In a flash, he spun me around, his front to my back. I could feel his dick pressing into my ass. Clutching my hair in his tight fists, he controlled me as he grazed and nipped at the nape of my neck.

“Why do you do this to me?” he groaned.

He pushed me over the arm of the couch as he rocked his body into mine.

Oh fuck.

I’d never been so turned on in all my life. Pushing my ass out to meet his thrusts, he grinded against me.

The sound of my zipper reminded me how real this was as he lowered my jeans down my legs.

“Why do you make me so angry?” I asked as his gym shorts fell to his feet.

“I’m going to fuck you, Penny. I’m going to fuck all this anger away, baby.” His lips were close to my ear as he moaned against it. My stomach pressed against the arm of the couch. He stepped back, and I could hear his harsh breaths.

“Theo, please.” 

I craved it.

THEO

I’m the only fucker who should be saying please.

Christ, the sight of her, bent over the couch. Her red satin panties, hugging her firm ass, nearly made me come. “Damn baby, you’ve teased me long enough. This ass,” I grabbed a handful, “would look better with my cock in it.” My fingers looped into the waistband of the material and slid them down her long silky legs. Fuck, she was gorgeous. “Red’s my favorite color.”

A wind chime sounded off in the distance as the air outside howled against the windows. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I ran my cock along her taut ass. She moaned, her back arching, and I stepped closer.

I ran my thick length through her wetness as the tip teased her entrance.

“This isn’t going to be slow. Turn around.”

“What are you doing?” She spun to face me.

“Wrap your legs around me and don’t ask any more questions,” I said, lifting her by the ass.

I carried her to the bedroom, slamming the door open. Throwing her on the bed, with nothing but her red lacy bra on, I fucking stared her up and down.

“Fuck, Penny, show me how filthy you can be.”

Her cheeks blushed as she closed her eyes and her legs fell open. The sight of her glistening pussy made my mouth water. I remembered how good she tasted and wanted another lick.

“Touch your pussy for me, baby.” I stood at the foot of the bed, gazing over her.

“Theo.” Her fingers ran along her seam as she squeezed her legs together.

“No, keep your legs spread. I want to watch you touch your cunt for me.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned as her legs parted.

“How good does it feel? How wet are you?”

“Very.”

“Yeah? Fuck your pussy with your fingers for me. Do it, Penny.” I stroked my cock, abs clenching, as I watched her fingers enter her slick heat.

A low groan barreled out of me at the sight of her fingers slipping faster, in and out. I knew she was close when her moans escalated, the soft sounds driving my hips faster into my hand.

“Not yet, baby,” I said as I climbed over her. Her eyes sprang open. Reaching down, I grabbed her hand, bringing her wet fingers to her lips. “Suck your fingers, Penny.” Her eager lips closed around them and I leaned down biting a nipple through her bra.

Hungry for the tits spilling out over the top, I reached around to unhook the clasp and cupped each breast in my strong hands.

My cock throbbed painfully as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, gently biting the hardened skin between my teeth. Her back arched off the bed. I drove my thigh between her legs and could feel the wetness of her sweet pussy as she ground herself on me.

My heart raced when her hands skimmed down my sides, grasping at my hips.

I stuck a finger deep inside her, watching her face, as she bucked her hips off the bed. Her eyes met mine. “Fuck, Theo, I need to come”

I flipped over, lying on my back and pulled her on top of me.

She centered over my cock, sliding back and forth, but I didn’t want her there yet.

“Grind your goddamn pussy all over me.” I pulled her up my chest as she pushed her slick cunt along my skin. She grinded her way up to my face with my help guiding her all the way. “Ride my tongue, baby. Fuck my face, now.”

“God, Theo,” she murmured, “the things you say.” She braced her hands on the headboard and soon I was surrounded by her needy pussy all around me.

This was my oasis.

I struck my tongue against her skin and slid it inside her opening. She rocked along me as I clamped my arms around her thighs to bring her closer to me.

Damn, her taste. I couldn’t suck hard enough. I wanted more and more, greedy as she rode my face—I savored every minute of it.

“I’m coming,” she panted.

I tasted her sweetness as it flowed over my tongue. Mmm, fucking nirvana.

Her legs shook on either side of my head, and I continued sucking until I knew she came down from her euphoric state.

She climbed off, but not before I grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her—hard.

“I need you right now.” I’d never felt anything like it. She was all too compelling. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, nor did I care. I knew right now I needed to be buried deep inside her, or I’d never recover.

Her eyes held mine as I let go of her neck, lowering my hands down to flick her nipple between my fingers.

“Ah, damn,” she moaned as her head tipped back, mouth opening.

“Fuck me, you’re sexy,” I said as I rose on my knees and grabbed her ass with both hands.

I flung her onto her back. Her body like a fucking masterpiece fell to the bed, and I chased her down, smashing our lips together. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn't give enough.

I grabbed a condom from the nightstand as her hand skated up her body, caressing her breast and squeezing her nipple.

“Theo, please fuck me,” she pleaded as her golden hair splayed out across the pillow.

“Oh baby, I’m going to do a lot more than fuck you. I’m going to own that pussy.” I rolled the condom down my thickening cock. Her eyes widened as she watched.

The anticipation of feeling her wrapped snugly around me was all I could focus on.

I moved myself to where I lay on top of her, my dick at her entrance. I entered her in one long thrust and her eyes slammed shut.

“Holy shit,” she cried out.

I stilled a second as she acclimated to my size. She moaned and I dropped my forehead to hers. My mind went blank for a moment, not thinking, only feeling. She felt so damn good. Her silky pussy was something I only dreamed of.

I watched her face as she took all of me inside her. Rocking slow at first, I kissed along the corners of her mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed. Her body—so sensual, so desirable—belonged to me right now.

Her nails dug in, breaking skin as I picked up speed. My brain, a complete void of thought, acted out its primal instinct and rocked back and forth, slamming into her over and over.

She fucking felt just right.

“Oh, yes,” she said again and again as my balls hit against her ass.

Gazing into her eyes, locking on them as my wicked cock took over, I became entranced by her. What was she doing to me?

“I want to come so deep inside you, make me...fuck, I can’t take it.”

Her heels dug into my ass, bringing me closer to her as I kept up my brutal pace. I never wanted this to end, but I could feel my orgasm looming just out of reach. I reached my finger down to play with her clit, snapping it between my fingers—once, twice, and for a third time before she cried out she was coming again.

Her eyes closed, and her face flushed with her orgasm as her mouth formed the perfectly shaped ‘o’. I felt her, I fucking felt her.

Wrapping my arm under her knee, I brought her leg higher as I pushed into her deeper.

“You feel so good coming on my fucking cock,” I groaned.

She leaned up and bit my shoulder between her teeth. I grunted as she clamped harder around me.

“Fuck, your pussy. I love it. I love your tight, wet cunt.” I couldn’t take it anymore, and my mouth pushed against hers as my orgasm shot through me like a freight train.

As my orgasm peaked, I gazed to the freckles along the bridge of her nose and brought my lips down to kiss each one.

After I came down from the high I found with her, our eyes met. Her questioning stare broke me as I leaned in and kissed her full lips.

I didn’t want to pull out of her yet, knowing it would end. I had to be inside her for one moment longer.

“Do you think I’m an asshole?” I asked her, unsure of her answer.

“No.” Her lips slowly, ever so slightly, lifted into a smile as I slid out of her.

I discarded the condom as she sat up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” I said as I sat back down beside her on the bed.

“I’m upset too. I want to discuss this with my father. Maybe I can make him understand…” she trailed off as I grabbed each side of her face. Our lips met as a realization slammed into my consciousness—I really liked this woman.

She was smart, beautiful, and fucked like a goddamn legend.

We found our clothes as we made our way back into the living room.

It was well past dinner time and my stomach rumbled as I smiled to her. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, starved.”

I ordered Thai from a place not too far from my condo.

“Tell me about your father. Does he know you work at the Lopa?” I asked as she raised her legs to rest them on my lap.

“He does. He wants to control my life further. If he can get rid of the one thing I love, then he knows he’s won. It’s the reason I didn’t want to be associated with him anymore. I didn’t want him to rob me of the memory of my mother. It’s the reason I took her maiden name after she died,” she said, playing with a strand of her hair between her fingers.

“You love the Lopa?”

“Of course I do,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes.

“It makes me feel better knowing you care so much. I guess when I bought it I figured no one would love it as much as I do. Does that make sense?” I leaned back into the couch and pulled my feet up onto the coffee table.

“What about you? What made you want to buy a bar?” she asked.

I took a deep breath before beginning, “When I was a kid we didn’t have much. My mother tried hard for us. My father was a deadbeat dad, and my mother was a single mom trying to raise my brother and me.” I cleared my throat before continuing, “My mother on the weekends would sell jewelry she’d make along Ocean Drive. My brother and I would play on the beach, or we would run down and peer into the windows of the closed clubs. We wondered about everything that happened when the city came alive at night.”

“Right,” she weighed in.

“There was a man, he would always buy us an ice cream cone from the vendor near my mother’s booth. He was a bar owner, and everyone loved him. He ran South Beach in my eyes, and I remember wanting to be like him. I don’t know, from there it kind of escalated and I wanted it more and more. Silly, huh?”

“No. It makes me happy you love the Lopa, too. I think with all the changes you’ve made; it should be great there once again.” She drew her knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them.

The doorbell rang, and I sprang from the couch to grab the order.

I brought the food to the counter in the kitchen and we rummaged through the bag.

“Hey, don’t take all the spring rolls,” she said, laughing, as I grabbed a few.

“I got you Pad Thai. Thought that would make you happy.” I winked as she laughed harder.

“That’s one of the things.”

I tilted my head at her, suddenly wondering what things made her happy. “What else?”

“Turtles,” she said, picking up a roll and closing her lips around it.

Watching her mouth close around the roll turned me on and made me ready for round two.

“Why turtles?’ I asked, opening the containers.

She sat down on a stool at the counter, and chewed her lip for a moment before looking up at me. “Well, my mom used to tell me a story when I was a little girl about a magical loggerhead sea turtle.” She looked away from me and toyed with the noodles on her plate. “The loggerheads are huge, and this mystical turtle was the biggest and wisest one of all. The turtles would travel all over the world to find the perfect spot to come ashore to lay their eggs. When the babies hatched, somehow, they always made their way back to their mothers. So, she said the turtle watched over all the baby turtles guiding them safely home. She also said the loggerhead would protect all children—human or animal—and would always help guide them home to their mothers.”

I smiled wide and sat down beside her. “Ah, I know all about making up fairy tale shit for kids.”

She laughed. “Well, I like to believe what she said.” She paused and looked over at me. “When she died, I always found myself associating anything that was a baby sea turtle with her. Hoping one day I would make my way through the great big ocean of life and find my way back to her.”

I turned to face her and pulled her stool in closer to me. “I’m so sorry, Penny. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

She shook her head at me. “No, it’s ok. The turtle makes me happy.” She smiled and rested her cheek in her hand. “I collect some, because it makes me feel like she’s here with me, you know? Watching over me. It’s why I got this.” She turned and brushed her long hair off of her shoulders revealing the nape of her neck. A tattoo.

My fork clattered to the countertop.

A tiny sea turtle.