Rich and Bossy (Rich Boys)

22. Hazel

CHAPTER 22

Hazel

Just one more night. It’ll be fine.

This is all that goes through my mind. It feels wrong, but something feels so right too.

Right now, it doesn’t matter though. Only the present matters. Everything else is thrown to the wind, everything out in the real world. Any consequences. I don’t care. You’re supposed to do stupid and crazy things when you’re young, right?

I want him so bad.

Before we can even get off the elevator at his place, he has me against the wall, and my hands are already on his belt. Maybe I’d be more subdued if I knew we had some public hallway to go down to get to his place, but the elevator opens right up into it, and I don’t want to wait.

Our lips mash together, and I can’t get him out of these pants fast enough. I spin him around, his large frame crashing into the elevator hard enough to make it shake. I finally get his pants undone and drop to my knees in front of him.

He knows exactly what I want to do, which is insane. I’ve only done this once before and it wasn’t nearly as sexy as this. In fact, I think I swore I would never do it again, but now, it’s all I want. Before I can pull him out of his boxer briefs, his hand lands in my hair that I spent hours on. He grips it in his big hand and holds my head back.

His eyes drift down to mine then dart to a camera up in the corner. “Soon.”

About that time, the elevator dings, and he reaches down and lifts me up, hauling me right into his penthouse. We don’t make it far. The second he sets me down inside, I practically tackle him against the wall and go right back to what I want to do.

I’m back on my knees in front of him.

His hand is back in my hair and he holds me there, staring down at me, then smirks. “I think I’ll make you work a little more for this.” He moves my hand right to him, to feel how hard he is, then he smiles.

I try to lunge for it, all while stroking him over his briefs, but he holds my head back. Then he holds up one finger. “You stay right there, where you are.”

I glare at him.

He walks away.

Actually walks away, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Like there’s not a woman, all dressed up, on her knees in front of him. He walks over to a bar in the corner, slowly pours himself a rocks glass of some kind of expensive brown liquor, then walks over to a lounge chair across the room with a small table next to it.

Is that where he goes to do his deep thinking?

He sets down his drink, peels his jacket off slowly, then sinks down into the chair, and holy hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man look so sexy. He’s lounged back in it, legs spread, belt unbuckled. He loosens his tie and rolls the sleeves up on his massive forearms.

And for some reason, I can’t stop watching him, I’m frozen in place knowing I need to wait for his command.

He eyes me like a hunter eyeing his prey, like he wants to devour me, but he’s going to be patient, aware of every detail to make sure he gets the kill.

He slowly takes a sip, eyes never leaving mine, then sets the glass back down on the table.

“Come here, Hazel.” His voice is cold and hard, but damn.

It’s oozing with sex on every syllable.

I start to get up and he shakes his head. “Nope.”

He wants you to crawl to him? Okay, two can play at this game.

I move onto my hands, so I’m down on all fours in my dress, and I start toward him, slowly, even though that’s the last way I want to move. Then, I pause, and spin a half circle like I’m lost, so he can see me from behind, down on all fours.

I swear, the second my back is to him, I hear a small growl come from his throat. After teasing for a few seconds, I turn back around toward him. “Sorry, got confused for a moment.”

“I said come here, Hazel.” His words come out even harder.

He’s a little harder too, when I look over at his crotch while he leans back like he owns the world, taking another slow slip of whatever he poured himself.

I work my way across the floor, his eyes never leaving me, then when I get there, I move my forearms up onto his knees.

My eyes go down between his legs, then back up to him. I arch my eyebrows and bat my lashes at him. “May I, sir?”

His eyes roll back, just slightly, then land on mine. All he does is nod.

I take my time, unzipping his pants, prying them apart far enough to get to what I want. I pull the waistband of his briefs down, just enough to release him, staring at him the entire time.

He does his best to remain composed, but I can feel the energy building up in him, his muscles tensing under my touch, and I think I can get used to having this kind of power over him, being able to control his actions the way he did mine when he went down on me multiple times.

I tease his head with my hand, then stroke up and down, watching his face, watching his eyes. I know he studies me to find out what I like, and I’m doing the same to him. Because for some reason, I want to please him, I want to make him happy. That alone makes me happy.

I lean down, sure to keep my eyes on his, and lick the tip, just a little.

A groan comes from his throat that is like music to my ears.

It’s so raw and masculine.

I don’t know how I’m going to fit all this in my mouth, but I’m determined to try. This time I suck down on the tip, swirling my tongue around it. “Do you like that, sir?”

The way he reacts, every time I call him sir… It must be a guy thing, but it’s hot. I can’t lie. The way his eyes flutter just slightly when I do it.

He doesn’t respond, other than a slight nod, and his hand finds my hair again. I expect him to force me down on him, but he doesn’t. It’s like he’s holding on in case it gets too intense, to stop me if he needs to.

I take him a little more, then a little more, getting used to his size in my mouth. I wrap my lips around him, careful not to scrape him with my teeth.

“Fuck, that’s good, Hazel.” His body relaxes the more I do it, the farther I go, until I’m sure I could get him to do anything I want. “You’re so damn good.”

I was seriously worried I’d be horrible at this, but with him, it just feels natural. It’s the least I can do for all the orgasms he’s given me. I actually like it. I like the control.

When I release him from my mouth, and stare up at him, still stroking his shaft up and down, he looks back at me.

“I don’t know how much longer I can let you do this.”

His sentence takes me by surprise. “Why?”

He reaches out and grips my cheeks in his big hand. “If you keep going, I’m afraid I’ll finish too early.”

My heart comes alive when he says it. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’m sure we could still have some fun.”

He lifts me up off him, taking me by surprise. “It’s not fun, unless you’re getting off too.”

Do not fall for him.

You know what’s coming tomorrow.

This is just getting it out of your system.

“Which is what’s about to happen, right now.” He scoops me up over his shoulder, caveman style, and starts marching me toward the bedroom.

The angle I’m at, I’m able to lick up and down his neck, and suck on his ear as we approach. I can hear him grunting his frustration, like he can’t get to the bedroom fast enough. Once we’re there, there’s no setting me down this time.

No, I feel like one of those blocking dummies the football players practice with. He slams me onto my back, and before I can catch my breath, he shoves the dress up to my waist, and rips my panties in half, like it’s nothing.

The sound of them tearing, shredding more like it, lands in my ears.

“You don’t know how hard it was to sit there all night with you in this dress.” He shoves my legs up by the backs of my thighs, the same way he did last time.

The same way that almost gets me off, just feeling his fingertips dig into me hard enough to leave marks. He holds me there for a second, staring between my legs, then back up at my eyes. “What I wanted, a couple feet away from me.” He goes down to his knees and yanks me over to the edge of the bed, then licks the entire length of me.

It’s like everything inside me catches on fire all at once.

“I’m already close.” The words barely come out as I’m still trying to catch my breath.

“I can take care of that.” He bites down on the inside of my thigh, right where it’s the most tender.

I yelp and my head flies back at the sudden pain that I can’t believe I’m enjoying. I know for a fact he just left some teeth marks on my skin.

“Every time you see these, when you’re alone, you’ll know who this belongs to.” He bites down on the other side, the exact same way, then rises up and looks me in the eye. “Got it?”

All I can do is nod furiously, never wanting him to stop. “Yes, sir.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what it does to me when you say that.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, lightly smirking at him. “Thank you, sir .”

“I’m not joking with you, Hazel.” He cups me in his palm, squeezing tightly. “This. Is mine.”

Why is it so incredibly hot when he’s this possessive? When he acts like he’d burn down the world for me? I’ve never had any man behave like this. I’ve never felt so special, not in this kind of way.

I nod again. “Okay.” I can barely get the word out.

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

I want to play this game, tease it out, but it’s too intense. I just want his mouth back on me. I’d say anything to make that happen. “It’s yours.”

“What’s mine? Say it.”

My head falls back onto the bed and I let out a giant sigh. “My pussy. It’s yours.”

“Good girl.” He grins that evil grin, then his eyes stay locked on mine as I watch his long tongue disappear and feel it lick across my clit.

My legs instinctively try to close, because it’s too much sensation all at once. He keeps them spread with his hands.

“You’re going to get off on my mouth, and then my dick, in that order. Are we clear?”

“Please.” I draw out the word on a whimper, clawing at the sheets as he moves faster and faster.

I can feel it all, all the tension, all the anxiety, all the energy, building inside me with every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his fingertips.

Right when I’m on the edge of passing out, completely releasing, he slides those same two big fingers inside me. I clench up immediately, even though I should’ve anticipated that move. He shattered me into a thousand pieces with it last time, so why not keep running that play if it’s working?

“Oh God, Paxton.” My cries echo off the walls, and I don’t have to worry about neighbors, or waking up anyone. I can be as loud as I want, and I definitely take advantage of that.

It’s not fake either. I’m not doing it to stroke his ego. He’s playing me like an instrument, and I’m just singing the tune.

My hands find his hair and I dig my nails in, because it’s impossible to hold it in any longer. It comes in waves, over and over, my body undulating, completely out of my control. I tremble all over, goosebumps everywhere. Tiny hairs on my body stand at attention as multiple orgasms rack my limbs.

Paxton’s fingers dig in, his mouth never leaving me the entire time, his head not budging no matter how hard I claw at his scalp.

Everything gets fuzzy, my whole body numbing in the best kind of way, like pure euphoria, like I’m floating on a cloud. And of course, I get zero time to recover, because as I blink the world back into existence, he’s already pulling off his tie, and yanking down his dress pants.

I shake my head a few times, trying to come back to reality, and I want him inside me as soon as possible. It’s amazing getting off when he goes down on me, but now I want more. I fly up and start clawing at his shirt. When I get a grip on each side, I yank them in opposite directions, sending buttons flying.

His eyes widen a little when I do it, then they narrow on me. “You’ll pay for that.”

I smirk. “I’ll need a raise then.”

This time he smirks back, then yanks me up to my feet, and pulls the dress over my head. I didn’t wear a bra with it, so my breasts come tumbling out. Then he spins me around, and with one of his large hands, splays his fingers across my upper back and forces me chest-first onto his mattress, my feet still planted on the floor.

He leans over me, his hard, chiseled muscles pinning me down with his mouth right in my ear. “You’re not paying with money.” His hand slides down, gliding between my cheeks, and cups me from behind. He massages it a few times, and I might die. Then he takes one of his feet against the inside of my leg and shoves it out, spreading my legs a little farther, right where he wants them.

How does he always make me feel so good? How does he get me to not fight back against him at all? Every action is so firm and I just take it, because he just instinctively knows how to touch me, handle me.

Maybe he’s practiced with lots and lots of girls.

I know that’s a possibility, but somehow I just know that’s not true either. That’s my brain trying to guilt me again.

He lifts his chest off me. “Don’t move.”

He leans back and pulls off his briefs, then reaches for his pants on the ground.

“No, like this.” The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

What the hell are you doing, Hazel?

This is a horrific idea!

I’m already taking a million risks doing this. What’s one more? I want to feel him one time. Like feel him for real, nothing between us.

It’s like all his dominant, rough sex routine vanishes for a second when I turn my head back to see his reaction.

In a normal, calm voice, he says, “You’re sure?”

No!

I nod. “Like this. Now .”

I turn, facing forward, unable to look at him. This is insanity and I should absolutely make him put on a condom. But I don’t say anything.

No, this is what I want. I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine.

His hand slides slowly up my back, trailing a finger up my spine, up the nape of my neck, until it lands in my hair. He slides his fingers through my curls, then wraps his fingers right around the base, where I put it up. He’s gentle at first, then squeezes. It feels so damn good. He got me to fall asleep last time, by playing with my hair, teasing at it. He’s quickly learning it’s my kryptonite.

I don’t realize it, but he’s suddenly next to my ear. “Tell me what you want, Hazel.”

He’s doing this again? Okay, I don’t mind.

“I want you.”

He teases the head all around me, rubbing it underneath my clit a few times. His hand tightens around my hair at my response.

He growls right in my ear. “Tell me.”

I whisper the words, teasing him a little more. “I want you to fuck me.” It’s barely audible.

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you.” He pulls my hair hard enough to angle my face up to his, which is now hovering over me.

I bat my eyelashes at him and raise my voice a little. “I want you to fuck me.”

He smiles that devilish, devious smile. “What do you want me to fuck?”

In the sexiest voice I know how to use, I say, “My pussy, sir.”

His eyes roll up a little in his head, when he hears me say it, then he leans back and slides his full length inside me. As he does it, he lets out a satisfied groan and says, “Good girl.”

Why in the heck is it so hot? How does it almost get me off, just hearing him say that?

I don’t have time to ponder these thoughts for long, because he’s not being gentle at all, and I don’t want him to be. Man, they say athletes have good control of their bodies, but that’s an understatement. His hips are magical.

It’s like we form a perfect timing, him crashing forward as I back into him in a perfect rhythm. His hand stays gripped in my hair, then he speeds up, and as he does his hand slides down to the back of my neck, gripping me from the sides.

“Oh God.” My words come out vibrating from the intensity, and I’m literally in heaven right now.

I’ve never had sex like this, and I was definitely missing out. It feels so good at this angle.

Before I know what happens, he slides his hand around the front of my throat and angles my head back a little. He leans forward as he does it, so I can feel his massive chest pressed against my back.

The angle allows his balls to smack against my clit every time he thrusts and it’s about to do me in.

“I’m so close, Pax. So close.”

He speeds up his hips, and his other hand slides around my hip, underneath, and he works small circles around my clit. “You feel so damn good, Hazel. So fucking good.”

It’s true. The feeling is mutual, and it’s a million times more intense than last time with the condom. We may be behaving like absolute animals right now, but I can feel that connection between us. It’s stronger, more binding, like this is what we’re both meant to be doing.

“So close.” My words are like a whimper.

Right when I say it, his hand disappears from between my legs.

Smack!

His large palm connects with my right cheek.

“Oh!” I shout the word. It’s like surprise, but the tone says I think I like that. I think I like that a lot.

“Harder.” The word leaves my lips before I can even think about it.

Because it does pull the orgasm a little farther from me for a moment, allows me to enjoy this just a little more, and delay my gratification.

Smack!

He delivers it just how I asked too. It jolts me forward a little, but then I throw myself back at him even harder than before.

“That’s enough fun.” His hand goes back underneath me and this time he works my clit with a fury, pounding into me faster and harder than I knew was humanly possible.

He grunts with each thrust, pushing himself deep inside me. “That’s a good girl. Take it.” He growls each word in time with each surge of his hips. “Take. This. Dick.” It’s like he’s completely out of control, completely possessed. His fingers tighten on me.

I can feel the urgency in his voice, like he’s just as close as I am. I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. It hits all at once, and I feel it coming, even harder than on his mouth a while ago. It feels like I’m having a seizure, like an out-of-body experience. Both of his hands find my hips, and he yanks me back to him, burying himself inside me, then bears down on me, pinning me against the bed.

“This. Is. Mine. Hazel.” He growls each word directly in my ear, panting and breathless, and I can feel him pushing as hard as he can, like he’s trying to get as deep as possible inside me.

While the orgasm rips through my limbs, I feel him expanding inside me, then it rushes in all at once, as he fills me up.

He grunts and shudders against me while I drain everything out of him. It feels like it won’t ever stop, and I can feel the warmth streaming out and down the insides of my thighs.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

He collapses against my back, and he’s not a small man, at all. But I don’t mind it one bit. I want his sweaty chest pressed against me forever. I never want it to leave. I feel safe when he’s inside me, when he’s around me. I don’t know any other word to describe it. It feels right, like the world is in balance. Our world anyway.

He pants against my neck, peppering me with light kisses around my ear. “That was incredible.”

“Yes.” I’m still trying to catch my breath and I want to say more, but I don’t know if I’m capable. Even the word incredible doesn’t sound good enough to describe what that was. “Yes. True.”

I sound like a moron.

He laughs lightly against my cheek. “Trouble forming sentences?”

I nod, lightly laughing. “Yes. True.”

This time he laughs, then he turns me over onto my back and stands up. He looks down between my legs, clearly pleased with his work. He smiles, like a real smile. A happy smile, not one of those evil ones he’s capable of.

“Shit.” His entire demeanor changes when they land back on mine.

“What?” I start glancing around.

He holds up a hand. “Just stay there. Don’t move.”

He walks away, toward the bathroom. I’ll be damned if I don’t move enough to ogle him from behind. It’s only fair. He did it to me in my dress earlier.

His muscles are so defined. He’s so big, but at the same time, not big. He’s just perfect. The muscles on his back expand and contract as he walks, the same with his rear, and I won’t mention what’s dangling down below it. It’s maybe the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

When he comes back, he has a towel and a few bottles of water. I start to get up, and he holds his hand up again.

“I said stay there. Don’t move. I’m serious.”

He has a look of concern in his eyes. He unscrews a cap off a bottle of water and hands it to me, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair from my face, smiling at me. Then he leans down with the towel and starts cleaning me up slowly and gently, the exact opposite of what he was just a few minutes ago.

He runs his finger over the place he bit me first.

I wince a little because it’s pretty damn sore.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?” He looks at me like he wants to die. It’s maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There is one hundred percent concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just…” He leans closer to me, his eyes pleading. “I got so possessive and carried away. I just want you so damn bad.”

I shake my head furiously at him. “No. I like it. I liked it a lot.”

His eyes narrow, like I’m lying so he won’t feel bad.

“I’m serious, Paxton.”

He looks right at me, like he’s reading a poker player, to make sure I’m being honest. “Okay.” He’s super careful with the towel. Taking his time, making sure he doesn’t press too hard on me while he cleans up his mess.

Every time I move just slightly, I can still feel what he left inside me. It was so careless, reckless, but I don’t care right now. It felt so good. It also changed something. I don’t know how to explain it, but something changed with us, when that happened.

He crawls back up into bed with me. “I don’t know if I have it in me to go again.”

I can’t believe how bluntly honest he’s being. I didn’t think guys did that kind of thing. I don’t care one bit. I am absolutely satisfied. In fact, I’m not sure I’d be able to walk tomorrow if we did a repeat of that first night. Especially as hard as we just went at it.

Once he’s sure I’m taken care of, and have everything I need, he snuggles in next to me, spooning me with his chest to my back. Light snores start falling in my ears within five minutes, no lie.

I like this man. I like him so much, to the point I could imagine a future with him.

You did well. He enjoyed himself. Look how fast he went to sleep.

Even in his arms, I feel the anxiety slowly creeping back in. I don’t know how I’m going to fall asleep now. I’ve been misleading him, and tomorrow, everything is going to change. I make sure to set my alarm for early.

I should leave now, honestly, but I just can’t make myself do it. I can’t sneak out of here now that he’s asleep. I don’t want to.

Why did it have to be him?

Why?

Anyone else and I could enjoy this. I would be so happy and excited, to have met the right guy.

I glance over at him sleeping and he looks so content. How can I sit here and do this, knowing what I know? I turn out the lamp next to the bed and slide between the sheets, settling on my left side so I can look at him.

He’s sound asleep like everything is okay and not like he might lose his business this week.

I don’t know that’s the case, but a lot of people are going to be upset, and what’s he supposed to do? Defend me to them? I hate that he’s going to be in that position.

I still have to do what I think is right.

Yeah, tonight you didn’t do that. It was selfish.

I roll onto my back with a sigh of regret. Why can’t I allow myself to enjoy the best sex in history? For just five minutes even?

His bedroom ceiling is different than mine. No cracks in the plaster. Nothing for me to trace with my eyes, nothing to distract me from the self-loathing.

Campbell was probably right. He’s going to be furious. He’s going to think I slept with him, went on the date, just to distract him. He doesn’t know that I really feel this too. That I wish it could be different.

And what did I tell her when we had this discussion yesterday? That if he can’t handle it, I’m not the woman for him. I meant that—even now, lying naked in his sheets, I know it’s the truth. If he can’t see what I’m doing, we have no future.

I shouldn’t have this sympathy for him. I shouldn’t care. I have to remain focused, and I can’t have him clouding my judgment. It should’ve never gotten this far.

I can’t believe I let myself get caught in the middle of this. I knew better, right?

This isn’t going to work.

And now, if I succeed, and he loses the things he loves, it’s still going to hurt. Even if I win, I lose. I don’t want to see him hurt.

I have to sleep. I can’t control what happens from here.

It’s out of my hands, and I have a long day tomorrow.