South Pole

EVIE

There was something incredible about Sam sporting a giant hard-on in his slacks even as he urged me to keep my distance. It broke and reformed me—it made me feel sexier than any woman ever has, and it drove me to see how far I could push him.

He might be my boss in the office, but here, he was under my thumb. And frankly, work was the furthest thing from my mind.

His thirsty cock pointed up toward his stomach, nestling snug against my clit as I straddled him. He groaned every time I ground against him.

I snatched his red tie from the floor and grabbed one of his hands, wrapping the fabric around his wrist with a snug knot.

“What are you—” Before he could finish, I raised his tied hand to the headboard, looping the end of the cloth around a spindle before grabbing his other hand to bind it as well.

“Evie…,” Sam stuttered, tugging at his restrictive ties. “Don’t…don’t do this to me…”

“Why?” I smirked. “Afraid to give up a little control, Vázquez?”

I was glad I’d remembered to remove his shirt before forcing him down on my bed. As he glanced at his restraints and pulled, trying to escape, I got a front-row seat to the muscles rippling in his chest.

“Come on, angel,” he whined, giving up the struggle and looking up at me. “I wanna taste you.”

My knees dug into the mattress as I lifted myself just enough to circle a couple of fingers on my clit. My pussy was already soaked after sucking him off. His erection jerked against the back of my hand as he observed me touching myself.

After my digits were nice and wet, I delivered them to his lips, where he encompassed them instantly. Even after siphoning them clean, he refused to let up—as if unwilling to leave a single drop.

Finally, I dragged them from his mouth, instantly missing the heat of his tongue. From the way he whined in the back of his throat, he felt bereft too.

“More,” he begged.

“No.”

“Evie…,” he groaned.

I dipped forward as if to plant a kiss on his lips, merely to fake him out. His lips pursed in anticipation, only to be left vacant. Sam tried lifting his head the next time I leaned close, but it did him no good.

He wasn’t getting anything tonight until I said so. Besides, witnessing how badly he was dying for a measly kiss was an ego boost of its own.

Finally, I gave in and pressed my lips to his. A low moan resonated from his chiseled core, and his dick twitched against my pussy as if to remind me it was there. Peeling my mouth from his, I couldn’t hold back my smirk.

“Get comfortable, Vázquez.” I sneered. “I’m gonna keep you here until Christmas morning so I can look forward to unwrapping my king-sized package.”

He let out a laugh. “What happens when they ask about me at the office?”

“I’ll tell them you’re a little”—I shrugged—“tied up.”

He grinned. “You keep this up, the North Pole is gonna bring you coal every year, angel.”

“That’s all right. I was never a fan of the North Pole, anyway.” I laid a few kisses on his chest, working my way down. With each open-mouthed smooch, I could feel his muscles tense.

I smirked as my puckering lips reached his stomach. “The South Pole seems way more fun.”

I knew my lipstick had to be ruined after the rough couple of minutes I’d just spent giving him a blow job, but the sight of the red-hot ring around the base of his cock cemented it for sure.

Every piece of me loved seeing that. I loved knowing that beautiful dick was mine.

Gripping the base, I slid his thick arousal back into my mouth. A thrilled moan sounded from the head of the bed, and I could feel Sam’s stare as my greedy mouth licked at his shaft and then moved to fondle his abs, stripping the salt from his skin.

For one last little tease, I took him deep into my throat, growing slightly teary-eyed and ignoring my gag reflex. Sam’s guttural little vocalizations were like music to my ears.

Then, with a wet ~pop~, I pulled my mouth off and straddled him instead. His heavy, harrowed breaths sounded below me.

I couldn’t help feeling a tad selfish about the way I’d been tormenting him, but I loved watching how badly he wanted me. It turned me on enough that my pussy was dripping down the insides of my thighs.

I leaned to whisper my last order on his lips. “I want you, Vázquez.”

“I don’t know…,” he joked with a smile.

“You wouldn’t deny my needy little pussy, would you?”

He grinned, ignoring my question. “If I let you ride me, that won’t be very business casual of me.”

“Then make…my body…your business.”

Sam smirked. I’d shown my hand now. Not only was I putting him in misery; I was torturing myself as well. But he relented quickly. “Have at it, angel.”

I slowly lowered my hips, and the head of his cock slid inside. I clawed at his waist, gently easing him farther into me while adjusting to the stretch.

Finally, the entirety of my weight was on top of him. I’d been aching to be filled, and finally, finally, that ache was satisfied. I rolled my hips, working his broad shaft in and out.

“Fuck, Evie,” he groaned, rolling his dark-chocolate eyes. “Untie me.”

“Not yet,” I moaned.

I shifted the thin, vibrant-red straps from my shoulders and nudged the velvet bodice down around my waistline, flaunting my tits.

“Oh, come on.” He heaved for breath, stunned at the sight before him.

Men are handsy creatures. That’s why taking away their ability to touch is so fun—especially when something they’d kill to grope is right in front of them.

I increased my pace, slamming my ass down on his lap with every pound. The wooden headboard creaked with each tug of his tether, his body absorbing the shock of mine pounding against it.

“Handsome” wasn’t even a strong enough word for how he looked lying there beneath me. Tanned skin, exquisitely toned muscles. He let me ride his dick to my heart’s desire as he beamed up at me like I was a literal angel.

It was melting my insides, and I couldn’t tell if that was just my approaching orgasm or something else—something more.

I bit my lip and let out a moan as I trembled on the edge of bliss, each grind bringing me closer to the finish.

“Evie, untie me,” Sam begged again. “I can tell you’re close. Let me help.”

After a moment of hesitation, I wrenched the knot free from his left wrist. Sam’s tie fell loose, and his arms shot from the headboard. The red satin still attached around his right arm rested on his stomach as he slipped his thumb between us.

My head tipped backward at the toe-curling delicacy of his finger rubbing my clit. His free palm squeezed my thigh, holding me steady.

“There ya go,” he whispered. “Come on, baby.”

~Baby? What the fuck—~

My grinding motion turned into a roll, and I let out a powerful series of gasps. I tried to hush myself, but it was impossible while cumming on his cock. He observed every motion with a gratifying smirk.

His thumb unexpectedly moved off my clit, leaving me barren. Instead, he curled it into my hips with the rest of his fingertips, regulating the pace of my pussy hammering his cock.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he synchronized his deep thrusts with his low groans and pulsing shaft. I felt his release inside me like a rush.

Afterward, as silence snuck between us, I collapsed beside him to catch my breath in the twisted sheets. Truthfully, I couldn’t wait to lose this tight Santa outfit. It was getting itchy after that little workout.

I glanced over at him lying beside me. “You look handsome when you’re getting fucked.”

He laughed. I wondered if we were both recalling that moment when he’d told me I looked pretty bent over the sink in Finnigan’s. “Only then, huh?”

I smirked. “You know what I mean.”

The pet name he’d called me moments ago was still throwing me for a loop. Not because it had turned me off or disgusted me, but because I’d liked it. I’d liked it a little too much.

“So, now what?” he asked.

“Well…” I sighed. “That was obviously a slip-up.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Yeah.”

“So it won’t happen again. Agreed?”

He nodded. “Agreed.” He rose from the mattress and headed for the bathroom as I stumbled into a black satin slip and crawled under the covers.

My body was exhausted, but my mind was still whirring as I waited for him to come back and share my bed. ~Baby~. What the hell did that even mean? Why did I like it so much? Why was ~that~ the thing that finished me?

And most of all, how could I tell my boss I didn’t want to stop sleeping with him?