Rich and Bossy (Rich Boys)

11. Paxton

CHAPTER 11

Paxton

At this rate, it’ll be a miracle if I get us to my place without crashing the BMW.

My dick has been hard since the moment I tackled her. One hand is on the wheel, while the other is on Hazel’s thigh. I can’t help myself. I need to touch her at all times.

If she put up resistance at all, I’d respect it, but she doesn’t. Her fingers lace through mine, and for a moment I think she’s going to either hold my hand where it is or move it away. Instead, she inches it a little higher, a little closer to the apex of her legs. I can barely fucking breathe. Ever since I saw her that day in the elevator, I’ve wanted to know what was underneath her clothes. Thank God I live close enough to the stadium that it won’t take long to get her to my place. Every second before then is an opportunity for her to change her mind.

Every time my brain tries to be logical, I push the thoughts away, totally reject them. I don’t care. I know this is right. I can’t describe this insatiable need. I have to have her. Nothing has ever mattered so much, not even my damn company.

Which makes no sense. No sense at all. It’s insanity.

Her head cranes up at the window at the sight of my high rise. “Should’ve known you’d live somewhere like this.”

“Have to look down on all the little people.” It’s a risky joke, but I can’t help it. I want her fired up. I want her to attack me when we get to my place, because otherwise I might mow her down the second we’re inside.

She stares over at me like really ? It looks like she’s trying to hide a laugh at the same time.

“Just living up to that evil image you’ve concocted for me.” I give her thigh a squeeze for good measure, massaging a little now.

It’s like she forgets everything I just said.

Her breaths become more ragged, and I get the feeling she doesn’t give a shit where I live anymore. So long as we get there, soon.

It seems like forever between the time it takes to park the car and the moment we step into the elevator up to my penthouse. The cameras mounted in two corners are enough to keep me from mauling her, but I can’t stop sweeping my eyes up and down her body, staring her down. The wait is fucking killing me. I can’t remember the last time I felt this kind of anticipation—maybe in the moments before the opening bell the day we went public, or in the tunnel of the Rose Bowl. Even then, my dick wasn’t hard as a goddamn rock waiting for it.

We step out of the elevator, and I have to be careful not to injure her as I haul her into my house. I’m moments away from throwing her over my damn shoulder and marching straight to the bedroom when her phone rings. What’s worse, she reaches into her purse like she’s about to answer.

I’m too fast for her, yanking the clutch from her hand, I sling it onto my couch. “Not a fucking chance.”

She opens her mouth like she’s about to protest, but I cut her off and slam my mouth into hers. This kiss gets hungry, fast, almost like she forgets I just tossed her only connection to the rest of the world aside.

No, it’s just us now. No distractions. I’m about to do unspeakable things to her, things she’ll never forget. I’m going to make her come so damn hard it ruins her for any man in the future.

There won’t be any men in her future.

Just the thought of another man makes me surge into her even harder, pinning her up against a wall.

What’s even better is the way she lunges back against me. It’s like a struggle, a fight for control. I’m way bigger than her and I could dominate this easily, but I settle for allowing her to make a little bit of an impact. It’s a give and take. The energy between us is palpable, off the charts.

And it only makes me want more. I reach down with both hands and grip her ass, lifting her off the ground. Both of her legs squeeze around my waist like a fucking boa constrictor, and she rolls her hips up and down while I haul her toward my bedroom. The sound of her soft sighs and breathless little whimpers is almost enough to get me off before I’ve even been inside her. It’s already better than any sex I’ve ever had, and we still have our clothes on.

What’s even crazier is there’s something more here, something I can’t quantify. Everything we do just works together, like some kind of dance. A lot of times, shit is awkward, you move one way, bump heads, you hear the other person make some noise like they’re dissatisfied.

No, not us. Not right now. It’s all perfect, every action and reaction, like it’s already been choreographed ahead of time, like the universe has willed us together.

I haul ass through the door, over to the bed, but then have to stop myself from crushing her onto my mattress. I don’t set her down easy, but I don’t knock the breath out of her either. Our eyes meet and it’s like I can read every thought she’s having. Her fingers are already working at the waist band on her jeans.

I shove both of her hands over her head and pin them there, then slide my mouth up next to her ear. “I’ll take care of that.”

I work my way slowly down her body, taking my time, running my hands over her collared work shirt, feeling her tits in my hands, squeezing them. They’re bigger than I thought they’d be. These fucking uniforms hide all of her curves, and my dick gets even harder, especially when she gasps at every touch.

She managed to get her jeans unbuttoned, so I take the zipper and slide it down slowly. When I grip each side of the waist, her ass rises off the bed to help me slide them off. I can’t stop staring at her toned, soft thighs as I get the jeans down her legs, then take them off each foot, one at a time. Once I’m done with them, I sling them to the side and gaze at her, still in her shirt, nothing but panties hiding what I want.

My nostrils flare at the sight. “Fuck.” I growl the word.

She squirms, just slightly, at the way I’m looking at her, but I can see it written on her face. She wants this. She wants me.

Anyone in the world would tell us both this is a horrific idea, but neither one of us seems to give a single fuck. All I want to do is dive between her legs and eat her pussy so good she moans my name on repeat, but I may never get to do this again. At some point, her brain is going to start working again, and she’s going to talk herself out of it, so I have to keep her stimulated nonstop to prevent that from happening.

I go to the bottom of her shirt, and slowly slide it up her stomach, then over her perfect tits, still corralled in a black bra. They fill it perfectly as I get the shirt up to her neck then over her head. My dick somehow finds a way to get even harder, so hard it hurts. It strains against my jeans, aching to be inside of her, but it’s going to have to wait. I’m about to get her off so damn good she shakes for an hour.

I kiss her again, unable to stop my chest from surging against her smooth skin, even though her bra and panties are still in my goddamn way. I still manage to have some willpower and take my time, licking around the shell of her ear, kissing down the side of her neck. I work a hand underneath her back and unclasp her bra, then peel it off her.

Her tits are perfect, big but still firm, bouncing just slightly. I kiss and suck around one, flicking my tongue around her tight nipple while massaging the other with my left hand.

“God, that feels so good.” Her fingers rake through my hair and grip it tighter when I bite down on her.

She sucks in a hard breath when I do it.

I work my way to the other one, and I start to wonder if I’ll ever get to her pussy, with these perfect breasts in front of my face. I work back and forth a few times, kissing down through the valley, pressing them together against the stubble on my cheeks, before moving to the other.

I can feel her hands, starting to apply pressure to my head, urging me down farther.

I lean up and smirk right at her, before trailing my tongue down her stomach.

When I finally make it down where I want to be, I take even more time, lightly trailing my tongue over her panties, brushing it across her clit. Her entire body tightens when I do it, telling me it won’t take long at all to get her off. I’ll have to be careful, move slowly to draw this out. It’ll only build her orgasm that much more.

I shove her legs apart, just to hear her gasp when I do it, and that’s exactly what happens. Then I lick up and down each one of her thighs, coming closer to where she wants my mouth, but not quite there.

“You are a tease.”

The second she says “tease” I flick my tongue across her clit, knowing her panties are still taking some of the sensation away. But it’s enough to make her thighs try to close in on my face. I keep them held apart with my hands, smiling against her skin as I do it.

“You want me to take these off?” I pull the waist of her panties back and let it smack against her hip.

“Mmhmm.” She groans it, loud.

I slowly pull them down each side of her hips, but leave them still covering her pussy. Then I run my tongue along the top side of them, hinting that I might take it underneath, when I damn well feel like it.

“Oh God.” She hisses the words as I get closer and closer, but not quite there.

If she only knew the willpower it takes not to rip them off her and go crazy. The urge is so fucking incredible right now, I don’t know how I’m able to have this kind of restraint, not when I can smell her, not when I’m inches away from finding out what she tastes like. I think it goes back to that connection we have, knowing I want her to have the strongest orgasm of her life. That’s the only thing allowing me to take my time right now.

For her.

I want to please her, and not give in to what I want.

Ever so slowly, I finally peel them off her and get my first look at her gorgeous pink pussy. I suck in a hard breath through my nose the second I see it, and have to fight everything inside me not to dive on her, attack her with my mouth.

I brush my tongue across it a few times, as light as possible.

She moans out the words. “So. Good.”

I pull my head back and grin right at her. Then I stand up, breaking the connection, but keeping her right at the edge of the bed with me between her legs, in case she gets any ideas about closing them.

She glares right at me for stopping, but I start to peel my sweater off over my head. Suddenly, all seems to be forgiven as she watches me do it. I keep my eyes locked on hers, but her gaze roams up and down my torso, and I forget she hasn’t seen me shirtless yet. Not all of me anyway, just a little when I showed her the footprint bruise.

I mean, the clothes have to come off sometime, and right now seems like the best time to lose the shirt. I can see her heartbeat speeding up on the side of her neck, and she inhales a sharp breath when I grab the backs of both thighs, then shove them up, angling her pussy into the air.

The first time I flatten my tongue, and lick slowly from the back, all the way to the top, finishing with the tip of my tongue on her clit—there aren’t words to describe it. I have to do it again, and a third time.

“I’m so close.”

I can barely even make out the words, because her breaths are so ragged. It’s like she’s trying to scream but can barely even speak.

I take my time, working lazy circles around her, speeding them up slowly and steadily. I make sure to brush my tongue back and forth on her clit, but every time it feels like she’s about to release, I move my focus elsewhere.

“You want to come on my face, Hazel?”

“Mmhmm.” She nods furiously. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I do love the sound of you begging.”

She doesn’t take the bait. Doesn’t give a shit. Her focus is totally singular.

I decide I’ve tortured her long enough, not to mention, I want to fuck a second orgasm out of her as soon as I can, before my balls ache so bad I die from it.

I go straight back to her clit and work it harder, faster. Right when I feel her thighs tightening around my face, I take two fingers and slide them inside her.

Holy fuck.

To say she’s wet is an understatement, and she grips them the second they’re inside her. I find her G spot and massage it with my fingertips while my tongue flicks on her clit rapid-fire, pressing, rolling, any technique in my repertoire, they all come out.

“Oh God, Paxton.” Her hips surge off the bed.

I latch onto her, relentless, intent to keep this going as she rides out the wave. Her entire body starts to tremble, every muscle stiffens. Goosebumps break out all over her inner thighs, her arms, her tits. Her hands land in my hair and she digs her nails into my scalp, holding my face right there while her hips roll.

I look up at her, my tongue still pressed against her clit, and her eyes are closed, face tightened. It doesn’t look like she’s breathing at all, just straining, and then all at once, she relaxes. Her body goes limp, and she starts gasping for air.

I smile, right at her. I don’t know if it’s the best orgasm she’s ever had, but it has to be a top five. Surely.

I lean up over her, and I think it takes her by surprise when she finally opens her eyes.

She jolts a little.

I smirk. “Enjoy yourself?”

She looks away, face flushed and pink. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I stare at her with a look of skepticism.

“Okay, maybe a little.” She grins.

I take my index finger and barely brush it over her still-hard right nipple.

She shudders from head to toe, and all the goosebumps break out over her body again.

“Yeah, seems like a little.”

“Maybe I’m trying to keep you modest.”

I lean down next to her ear. “Good luck with that.” I lick around the shell of her ear, then exhale warm breath right into it.

She might feel relaxed right now, but I don’t, and she’s getting fucked.

“I don’t know how you do this to me.” It’s like the words come out before she can stop them.

“I haven’t done everything to you—yet.” I press my dick up against her bare pussy, but my stupid jeans are still in the way.

She gasps another breath, and I lean back to look at her. It’s a look that says oh yeah, that was just foreplay .

I stand up, her ass still pulled to the edge of the bed, and I start to unbuckle my belt.

Hazel leans up, staring right at me, shaking her head. “I think it’s my turn to do that.”

Holy hell.

I hold both hands up in surrender. “By all means.”

She undoes my belt, grinning up at me as she does it. Then she unbuttons them, but begins sliding her palm across my dick, over them, teasing me.

“It’s only fair, Pax .” She says my name like you did this to yourself.

“This is true.” I groan the words though, because the second I start to speak, she lightly grips my cock in her palm.

She finally slides my jeans down my legs, revealing my boxer briefs, and I kick out of the jeans one foot at a time.

“What do we have here?”

Her fingers come alive even more, with each layer of clothing removed, and if she’s not careful I’m going to fuck her so hard she can’t walk for a week. Damn, she’s good at teasing. Something tells me she’s not usually this open either, this confident in herself. Maybe it’s just us and the way we are together.

Instead of pulling down my underwear, she reaches a hand inside the waist, teasing me even more, the same way I did to her.

“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to put an end to this fun you’re having, really fucking fast.”

“I’m having a great time. I don’t know what you’re so upset about.” She reaches through and wraps her hand around my bare dick, stroking it a few times.

It feels so goddamn good I can’t even respond to her taunting me.

“Somebody likes that.” She speeds her hand up a little faster.

I have to reach down and remove her wrist.

Her eyes widen when I do it, and I shove her back onto the bed, yank my boxer briefs down, and climb up on top of her. “I’m going to disappoint you if you keep doing that.”

Her face softens a little and she smiles. “Looks like I won.”

“Fine, you won.” I smile back at her, then stand up and grab for my jeans.

She looks upset for a split-second, like what the hell are you doing ?

I pull out a condom and hold it up at her. It’s like it hadn’t even dawned on her that we should probably be at least a little safe, after the recklessness that is this night.

“Good call.”

“Yeah.” I roll it onto my dick and climb on top of her, teasing her a little more. I don’t want to, but I’m afraid I’ll come instantly the second I slide my dick inside her if I don’t take a few seconds to gather myself.

Let’s face it, I’d love to fuck her bare, but I wouldn’t last two seconds.

God, she’s so damn beautiful, lying there naked in my bed, waiting for me. I want this every night, not just tonight.

Shut up and fuck her. She’s waiting.

When I climb up between her legs, I slide my dick over the top of her clit a few times, just to tease her a little more.

“That feels so good.”

I do it a few more times.

“I’m on the pill, also. Just, seemed like something…” She looks away. “I should share. Seeing as what we’re…”

“Good to know.” I kiss her once more, slowly and sensually, then pull back. I line myself up with her, finally, after all my patience, I’m going to get what I want.

Before I do anything, though, I press my forehead against hers, and look her in the eye. “You sure? You want me to do this?”

She nods back against me. “Yes.”

With that, I slide inside her, and holy fucking shit. I knew Hazel’s pussy would be good, but it’s even better than I thought. Part of me thinks it’s more than just physical too, it’s everything.

The way she gasps when I do it, the way she clenches around me.

“So tight.” I can barely get the words out. They’re on a gasp.

“So. Big.” She squeezes even harder around me.

“Am I hurting you?” I brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.

She shakes her head. “I want you.” She whispers the words.

Holy hell, the way my heart comes alive when she says that. The surge of adrenaline that rushes through me.

I speed up my hips, which speeds up Hazel’s moans. I go deeper and deeper as she squeezes her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass like she’s trying to pull me harder into her.

Before long, I’m fucking her in long, steady strokes, and the sound of wet flesh on flesh is echoing through my bedroom.

“I’m close again.” She strains to get the words out.

I slide a hand down and find her clit while I fuck into her, doing anything I can to get her off.

“I want to feel it. Come for me.”

When she clamps down again, her body seizing up, it’s too much. I can’t believe I lasted this long in the first place, even wearing a condom. I hold it back as long as I can, long enough to feel her get off while I’m inside her.

Finally, I let loose, filling up the condom. I shove deep inside her, wishing I was coming in her bare pussy. Fuck, how good would that feel? But this is the second best thing. Once we both find our senses, we’re reduced to a couple of panting, sweaty masses.

I finally slide out of her, even though I don’t want to ever, and collapse on my side next to her, completely drained. The room smells like sex, the bedding a mess, clothes everywhere. A perfect fucking evening.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, ragged breaths eventually calming to something more natural. What’s she thinking? What’s she feeling? Does she already regret this? I could handle just about anything, but I don’t want her to feel ashamed. I don’t want her to be mad at herself.

“Can I ask you something?” She’s still a little breathless.

“Sure.” Oh God, here it comes. She’s going to get dressed and take off out the door. I’ll never see her again.

Her eyes open before she rolls her head to the side to face me. “Can we do that again?”