CHAPTER 9 - FLIRTING WITH THE CEO

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked again, and I agreed with a nod of my head.
Lance suspected I was playing with him, so I demonstrated my intent by staring into his eyes for a few seconds before grabbing him by the collar and kissing him passionately. After I let go of his lips, I whispered the words into his ear, “I want you.” He must have assumed that because we weren't together, I'd become a loose cannon over the years.
After the kiss, his voice faltered, but he refused to let go of my waist, and his hand remained there. He almost carried me into the room when we got out of the elevator. Even if I was slightly inebriated, I insisted on walking because it would be embarrassing.

Lance undressed me as soon as we entered the hotel room, and when he unfastened my brassiere, I gasped for air. As I watched his hands move to cup my breast, my chest heaved up and down.
I arched my back and looked up at the ceiling as he began to caress my boobs, but Lance took advantage of the opportunity to plant a kiss on my neck. His tongue licked the skin beneath my chin as well as the hollow at the base of my neck. I moaned as his tongue drew pleasure from me, especially when he traced soft feathery kisses behind my ear.
Lance suddenly enveloped one of my boobs with his mouth and gently sucked on it, and I bit my lower lip. When his tongue played with my nipples, my hand went to the back of his head and grabbed some of his hair.
Before he carried me to the bed, I lost control of my body and allowed him to conquer every inch of my skin. When he pulled down my pants and underwear, he didn't hear any objections from me. Even though my eyes were a little drowsy from the alcohol I had consumed earlier, I watched in awe as he began to remove his t-shirt and pants as well.
Lance's well-sculpted body drew my attention, and I was astounded that he had been able to maintain his physique for so long. Those rock-hard abs were still there. I'd be a hypocrite if I told him he couldn't have me because he's magnificent from head to toe.
“You still have the option to say no,” he said, but I refused and shook my head.

I replied seductively, holding my arms out to him, "I still want you. Are you sure you don't want me as well?” When I noticed the hesitation in his eyes, I asked him. He must have assumed I was so inebriated and had no idea what I was doing. I smirked as I sat up and pulled him into bed with me.
When I went on his top and lowered my mouth to kiss him, he whispered my name, “Alexa...”
Lance didn't waste any more time and continued the kiss that I had begun. His hands groped my boobs as our tongues battled inside our mouths like swords. I gradually ground my hips above him as he struggled with my softness until he became as hard as iron.
“Let me make love to you, Alexa,” he said as he shifted our positions in an instant. Then he was inside me, and our bodies began to rock in an invisible rhythm.
I closed my eyes and savored every moment of his passionate desire. I moaned loudly at his name as his thrust became deeper and harder. It had been far too long since I felt loved in bed, and I was missing it.
When he increased the speed of his movement, I called out for his name, and he covered my mouth with his, and I moaned continuously.
Slowly opening my eyes, I noticed him staring at me as he moved faster. Our eyes, like our bodies, were locked together, and it was the most erotic feeling I'd ever felt.
Reading several erotic novels had not prepared me for the intense rush of pleasure I felt while staring into my partner's eyes as he delivered the final and most powerful thrust. It was incredibly satisfying to both my body and soul and I clutched him tightly as my body trembled with joy.
Lance took me to the pinnacle of happiness throughout the night, and I couldn't say no to him even once. We satisfied each other's cravings and only stopped when our bodies were exhausted before trying again.
When I awoke, the room was slightly dimmed, and I was initially disoriented because the space was unfamiliar to me. When I saw a man on his stomach, my eyes widened in terror, but when I remembered what had happened, I gasped for air. Slowly, I untangled his hand from my tummy and pushed myself out of bed.
I gave in to Lance's seduction once more and shared a bed with him. I despised him and his guts, and I had no right to forget what he had done to me! I clenched my teeth as I remembered how I had started it all!
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, and when I looked at him, he pleaded with his eyes so that I wouldn’t leave him.
I immediately regretted my actions since it was difficult to sleep with him, and I didn't dare to move. It was a difficult situation to be in. I was also apprehensive about swallowing my saliva or clearing my throat. It was a tough position, and when I ventured to look at him, he was fast asleep.
Earlier, when he begged me to stay, I obliged his request. I scolded myself for being a pushover when it comes to Lance Salcedo! When I looked at him, he seemed to be asleep. I tried to move a little, but I was terrified to wake him up.
I had to suppress my breathing since I was so conscious of his presence and convinced myself that I wouldn't get a wink from him if I tried. I considered going home, but then where would be my sense of accomplishment? As a result, I chose to stay, even though it was unpleasant.
What the hell happened to me?
My attention was drawn to his breathing, which was steady, and I moaned at the agony of battling my own thoughts about attempting to kiss him goodbye until thinking about it made me tired from the exertion.
I was startled awake when he slid his legs undermine in a split second after that. It was difficult but manageable. Although I made many attempts to take it away from me, my power was insufficient, and I was afraid of waking him up. The abrupt placement of his hand just below my breast took me completely by surprise, and I gasped for air.
If he's attempting to make fun of me, he's going to get into many problems since I was more than willing to participate in his game. Since last night, we already did it, so there would always be a possibility that he would try it again.
I moved my weight quickly and turned to face him, then placed my palm on top of his flat tummy to make him feel uncomfortable…just like me! He remained still and unresponsive, leading me to believe that he was most likely asleep.
As a result of being so near to him, the fragrance of his shampoo flooded my nostrils, or should I say, his general male scent assaulted my senses. At that point, he shifted his legs and laid them between mine, which was very close to my private area. I became terrified at the prospect that he was simply awake and attempting to play a joke on me.
“Lance?” I had to double-check my suspicions to be sure they were correct.
“Hmmm?” He replied with a sleepy voice.
My eyes widened as I realise that he has been awake the entire time! I smacked his arm since he was a prankster, but he abruptly grabbed mine and dragged me to his body. I tried to pull away from him since it was becoming too intimate, but he impeded my movements.
"Lance, no!" I tried to stop him!
"I'm so tempted right now to do something I shouldn't be doing,” he whispered, and I could feel the goosebumps on my skin.
“Such as?”
“Such as this one,” he murmured, and then he invaded my lips, devoured it, and rendered me unable to think clearly anymore.
The legs that were resting between my thighs wouldn't budge no matter how hard I tried to push him away from me. When he started caressing my honeypot, I was paralyzed with fear. I was scared of losing myself again…just like last night!
He slipped my sleeping shorts down, and his hand crawled inside my underwear without a peep from below. After feeling his palm on my wetness, stroking it on my clits, and gently folding it into my folds, my breathing became shaky.
The sound of my whimpering increased in volume as he inserted one of his fingers into me. He looked completely perplexed by my reaction, and his movement indicated that he couldn't stop himself from probing every inch of my body.
“Moan for me, baby,” he said.
It was the huskiness of his voice that I found so endearing as he urged me to groan for him. "Please, Lance, go slowly."
The sound of my breathing attracted his attention, and I made an arching motion toward him. It was inevitable that it would come out when he tried to satisfy me with his finger, and he refused to stop even though I pleaded with him to do so because I couldn't handle it any longer.
"Is it good, baby?" To which I merely nodded my head in response, my bottom lip clenched tight around the edge of my lower lip. "How about something like this?"
When I first felt the beginnings of my orgasm, I yelled with delight and groaned even louder. In return, he went faster and deeper until I pulled go of him and called his name from across the room. I tried to recover my breath a few seconds later, and I couldn't look him in the eyes after the intensity had left.
The only thing I said after he had fulfilled my need was, "thank you." We couldn't agree, and I felt horrible for him since we couldn't agree. About his swollen manhood, I asked, "Is it painful?" I wasn’t naïve, so I knew how it felt to have a boner and couldn’t do anything about it.
“A little, but you can help me,” he whispered before he intimately touched me despite my protests.
"Oh no...," I sobbed as he messed with my clitoris for a while.
He attempted to undress me totally, and I could not prevent him from doing so while his touch worked miracles on my body. The blanket I was using to cover up my nakedness was taken away from me.
“Gorgeous,” he said in hushed tones before stroking me in ways that only he had been permitted.
With my consent, he was given the freedom to do whatever he wanted with my body. "Please take me," I pleaded.
“Later, baby,” he assured me, and I put my faith in him.