Just a Bit Bossy by Alessandra Hazard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 19

 

 

Nate had no idea what was going on anymore. His head was spinning, it felt like his mind was filled with cotton, and his limbs felt heavy and not like his own. His traitorous hands were clutching at Ferrara’s shoulders, pulling him closer, tighter, his boss’s weight heavy on top of him. He could barely breathe, just gasping into Ferrara’s mouth and sucking on his tongue.

God, he hated these kisses; he could feel his IQ dropping with every passing minute, all his thoughts focused on how good it felt. He wasn’t even sure how he had ended up naked, but the next thing he knew, he was lying naked on their bed under his equally naked boss.

Fuck, he had to stop this. Why were they even doing this? They were straight. No no one was watching them here, so they couldn’t even pretend it was for appearances’ sake.

“Wait,” Nate managed breathlessly as Ferrara sucked bruises into his neck. “I’m serious, I’m not gay.”

“Neither am I,” Ferrara said with a scoff, his large hands spreading Nate’s thighs wide.

Nate flushed, weirded out by the unusual position he was in. His legs were spread wide. As if he were a woman. God, why did the thought make his cock even harder? This was fucked up.

“I don’t even like you,” Nate tried again. “I loathe you.”

“You don’t have to like me to have sex with me.” Ferrara’s hand wrapped around Nate’s erection.

Nate nearly came on the spot. Christ, his boss’s hand was on his cock. Stroking it. This couldn’t possibly be happening.

“I’m not gay, I don’t take it up the ass. Sucking your cock is one thing, but this is too much.”

A slick finger probed against his asshole. Where had he even gotten lube? Had the bastard planned this? The thought was infuriating.

“Relax.”

Nate glared up at him, but he suspected his glare wasn’t very effective when they both were naked and his cock was so hard it was already leaking.

“Relax,” his boss ordered, his tone harder.

It actually worked—his body had been trained into obeying this man’s commands.

The slick finger slipped inside him.

Fuck.

He had his boss’s finger in his asshole.

“It feels strange,” Nate complained. “I told you I wouldn’t like it.”

Ferrara gave him a hard look, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. “There’s supposed to be a—”

Nate jerked as Ferrara crooked his finger, brushing something inside him.

“Your prostate,” Ferrara finished, rubbing the same spot.

Nate’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his eyes going wide.

Ferrara looked smug, the asshole. “Still don’t like it?” he said, slipping another finger into him.

“Shut up,” Nate hissed, painfully aware of how unconvincing that sounded. Fuck, why did it feel so good? It still felt weird, but good, in a weird way.

Ferrara’s lubed fingers were pumping in and out of his hole now, the slick sounds obscene and so damn embarrassing.

Nate had to bite his lips to stop his moans. It felt so intense, this weird need inside of him, building and building, achy and hungry for something. Now the thought of a cock being stuffed into him didn’t seem all that unappealing.

“It’s just a one-off,” Nate said breathlessly, barely keeping his hips still as his boss worked his hole open. “We’ll try it once and then we’ll never talk about it again. Okay?”

Black eyes swept over his naked body, gleaming with something strange.

“Sure,” Raffaele said.

Ferrara, Nate reminded himself stubbornly, but it was hard to make himself think of this man by his last name when he had his goddamn fingers inside of his ass.

“I’m sure I’ll hate it anyway,” Nate said as the third finger pushed in. His last word became a low groan, it felt so intense—to be stretched like that. His whole world seemed to narrow down to his sensitive hole, stretched wide around those hard fingers. Fuck, he couldn’t believe it but his body still craved more.

“Look at you,” Raffaele murmured. “You’re fucking gagging for it.”

Nate glared at him but then he looked down at himself. His face became warmer when he saw his wantonly spread legs and his hard cock standing tall against his abs. Raffaele’s fingers looked so dark between his thighs, pumping into his hole in a steady rhythm, the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the muted light.

It looked obscene. He looked obscene.

And it turned him on even more, the utter wrongness of it.

“Just put it in,” he bit out, breathing unsteadily as he looked at Raffaele’s cock. It looked as mouthwatering as usual, thick and big, the veins on it so prominent Nate wanted to lick them. Lick it. But his hole was clenching around the fingers, wanting more, and the mere idea of that cock inside of him made him ache with need and impatience. He couldn’t believe he was actually eager to take it up the ass. To have a man inside of him.

The fingers suddenly pulled out, and he almost whined—he was so damn empty, his hole pulsing around nothing. It was fucking horrible.

He watched hungrily as Raffaele rolled a condom on his cock and then stroked it with his lubed fingers. God, he didn’t care how gay it was; he wanted that inside him.

Finally, his boss lined up his cock against Nate’s hole, the fat head bumping against it.

“Come on,” Nate gritted out, barely stopping himself from pushing back onto the cock like a slut. “Come on, put it in.”

Raffaele gripped his thigh harder, his cock teasing his entrance but not actually pushing in.

Panting, Nate glowered at him. “Come on!”

The asshole smiled. “Say the magic word.”

“God, I hate you,” Nate groaned out, surging forward and kissing him hard, his hand burying in Raffaele’s hair. Christ, he wanted to kill this insufferable man, he hated him, he loathed him—he couldn’t stop kissing him, his brain turning fuzzy and mushy as soon as Raffaele’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He hooked his legs around Raffaele’s hips, feeling like the worst kind of slut but unable to stop. He whined against Raffaele’s mouth, and finally—finally—he felt the cock push into him in one hard thrust.

“Ah,” Nate cried out, his eyes going wide.

He was so full.

So fucking full.

The cock in him felt so thick and big it brushed against his prostate without even trying, pressing against it, the sensation so intense he nearly passed out. He wanted more of this. It was the best and the worst feeling in the world, because he knew with sudden clarity that he wouldn’t be able to live without this, would crave this feeling always. “More,” he growled, gyrating his hips and trying to make the other man move.

Raffaele made a strange, guttural noise and started moving. Fucking. Pistoning in and out of him with hard thrusts that made the mattress shake. It was exactly what Nate needed. What he wanted.

He moaned, loud and shameless, his fingers digging into Raffaele’s muscular buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into him. God…

They fucked like animals in mating season, the bed creaking under them so loudly it was probably audible in the corridor. Nate couldn’t care less. He just wanted, shaking with the weird need inside him, the kind he’d never felt before.

A small, distant part of him couldn’t believe that this shameless creature coming apart on another man’s cock was him. But it was him. He was this guy who had his legs wantonly spread for another man, moaning non-stop. God, so good, it felt so good…

Raffaele wrapped his hand around his aching cock and squeezed.

Nate’s orgasm slammed into him. He moaned, and Raffaele swallowed his moan, his tongue plunging inside of his mouth with every thrust of his hips, fucking Nate’s blissed-out body through his orgasm.

God.

Jesus fucking Christ.

So good.

Vaguely, he was aware of the man on top of him still thrusting, using him to chase his own orgasm, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind, still lost to pleasure.

Raffaele buried his face into his neck, groaned, and finally went still, shuddering as he spilled into the condom. Nate had the bizarre thought that he would have liked to know what it felt like to have him come inside him.

The thought made his spent cock twitch.

For a long moment, there was only silence as they panted together, sweaty and spent, Raffaele’s bulk on top of him heavy but not uncomfortably so, their heads on the same pillow.

Nate breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of sex, man, and aftershave, and waited for the inevitable freak out to come.

But so far, it had failed to materialize. He felt fucked out and mellow in the best sense of the word. He felt so damn wonderful—the best he’d ever felt in his life, actually.

“Well, that was a bust,” Nate said with a sigh. “I didn’t hate it.” That was the understatement of the century. He already felt embarrassingly eager for more, acutely aware of the cock still buried inside him.

Raffaele exhaled loudly and didn’t say anything, just watching Nate with his dark eyes, only a scant few inches separating their faces.

As always, his boss’s intensity made him feel strange, but Nate knew he’d feel even weirder when Raffaele shifted his gaze to something else.

Yeah, apparently he could still get so flustered over a simple look when he had the man’s cock still buried inside of him.

He clenched his ass around said cock and nearly moaned when he felt it start hardening again. Satan’s insane libido was finally good for something.

“Stop that,” Raffaele bit off and moved to pull out, but Nate whined in protest, wrapping his legs around his hips.

“Just one more time,” he said before he could stop himself. He flushed, unable to believe his own behavior—he really was acting like a cock slut.

Raffaele eyed him for a moment, his gaze so very dark and intense. “All right,” he said and moved his hips. “Just one more time.”

Nate pulled him down into a greedy kiss.