The Boss's Son

6. Yes, Please

We step into the bedroom, and Elio quietly closes the door behind us, the air between us thick with anticipation. He turns to me, his left hand gently caressing my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch is warm, deliberate. "I actually need your consent before I give you your surprise," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto mine.

It takes me a moment to respond, his touch is so distracting, making my thoughts hazy. "Consent?" I manage to whisper, my voice betraying how his simple touch is affecting me.

His hand drops from my cheek as he steps closer, his gaze growing darker with intent. "I want to fuck you, Jaidyn. Right now, in here," he states, his voice low and commanding. It wasn't a question; it was a promise.

The rawness of his words sends a shockwave through me. I feel myself growing wetter at the thought, his dominance lighting a fire deep inside me. Without hesitation, I respond, even though I know how desperate it sounds. "Yes, please."

He wastes no time, pushing me back against the door, his lips crashing against mine with a fierceness that takes my breath away. His tongue demands entrance, and I willingly let him in, our kiss hungry and intense. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging just as I did before, earning a deep moan from him that vibrates through my body.

"Jump," he orders, his voice breathless yet firm.

I obey, leaping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he grips my ass to support me. Still kissing me fiercely, he carries me to the bed and lays me down, his lips never leaving mine. As he stands up, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, and I follow his lead, hurriedly stripping off my own. My shirt lands somewhere on the floor, and I shimmy out of my skirt, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

Elio stands before me, shirtless now, with only his boxers on—his erection visible and straining against the fabric, a clear sign of his need for me. The sight alone sends a rush of heat through my body.

He hovers over me, his hands resting on either side of my head, his eyes burning into mine. "You're so beautiful," he says, his voice husky with desire. "The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. You don't know how hard it's been for me these past weeks, watching you every day in that damn uniform." He takes a breath, his eyes flicking down my body. "When you fell that day, and I saw your panties... I've been dying to touch you ever since."

His words send my mind reeling, every confession only heightening the tension between us. I can't believe how long he's been fantasizing about this, about me. The idea that he's been craving me for weeks makes my entire body tingle with anticipation.

His fingers toy with my bra strap. "May I?" he asks, his voice softer but still dripping with desire.

I nod, unable to trust my voice, afraid I'll stutter from how overwhelmed I feel. I lift myself up slightly, letting him unclasp my bra. As soon as it falls away, his eyes darken further, taking in the sight of my bare chest. Slowly, he leans down, his mouth grazing my left nipple, teasing it with gentle bites. I gasp at the sensation, my body reacting immediately as my nipples harden under his touch. His left hand finds my right breast, massaging it as his mouth works on the other. He switches sides, his tongue tracing slow circles around my right nipple now, while his free hand strokes the other.

As his mouth moves down, leaving a trail of kisses across my stomach, I can feel the tension building, my body aching for him. His kisses grow slower as he reaches the waistband of my panties. He pauses, looking up at me for permission.

"Please," I beg, my voice trembling with need. I can't take the teasing anymore—I need him.

He grins wickedly, knowing exactly what he's doing to me. Slowly, he presses a finger against my center, moving it gently up and down over the thin fabric of my panties. The sensation drives me wild, a soft moan escaping my lips as my hips involuntarily lift toward him. But it's not enough, and he knows it. He continues his slow, torturous teasing, his eyes locked onto mine, his finger barely grazing where I need him most.

"Elio," I gasp, my voice catching as another moan escapes. "Please."

He looks up at me with that damn smile again, his finger pressing a little harder but still not enough. "Please what?" he asks, his voice full of amusement as he watches me struggle under his touch.

I bite my lip, another moan slipping past my lips before I can form words. His finger moves faster now, more insistent, making it even harder to think straight. "Please... fuck me already," I beg, my voice trembling, my body desperate for more.

Without warning, he shifts my panties to the side and plunges into me, his hard length filling me completely in one deep thrust. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as the intensity of him inside me overwhelms my senses.

"Oh, shit," he groans, his voice rough as he begins to move inside me. "You're so tight and wet for me."

He picks up the pace, his thrusts harder and more urgent with every movement. "I should grab a condom," he pants, his voice strained. "I won't last much longer."

I shake my head quickly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill. Please, don't stop."

That's all he needs to hear. He slams into me harder, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. My world narrows down to just him—his breath, his hands, the feeling of him inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I feel the tension coil tighter and tighter in my core, and before I can stop it, I'm crying out his name, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

"Jai!" Elio shouts, his voice raw as he thrusts into me one last time, hard and deep, before letting himself go, filling me completely.

He collapses beside me, both of us breathing hard. After a moment, he turns his head toward me, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I've never come so fast. You really are something, Jaidyn Fuller."