*WARNING!: SEX SCENE INVOLVED! DON'T READ IF YOU HATE SEX SCENES*
Jessica's POV
"Awesome job Jessica." Mr. Horan said breathlessly, zipping up his pants. I nodded my head tiredly, and slipped my skirt back on.
I ran my fingers through my now messed up hair as I slipped my heels back on, and turned around.
Mr. Horan was looking at his phone with a grin. Probably the pictures he took of my boobs, ass and private part. Perv.
He looked up, and beckoned me over. I walked over, and watched as he rummaged through his desk drawer. Probably for a cigarette.
But instead of a cigarette, he pulled out 50 dollars. I gasped as he put it in my hand. I began shaking my head. No, i'm not accepting 50 dollars just from sex.
"What's that?" I asked.
"50 dollars for that wonderful session."
"B-But I don't need that." I stammered. He sighed, and tapped against his desk. Something that he always does when he's frustrated. I know i'm being very difficult, but really? 50 dollars, just for a blowjob and letting him fuck me. I can't accept that.
"Jessica, take the 50 or you won't be very happy if you don't." he demanded. I sighed, and put it in my skirt pocket.
Glad to have those, because I can't let anyone see me walk out my boss's office with 50 dollars. They would think that I had sex with him, and begged for money. Well the sex part would be true, but not the 'begging for money' part.
He gave me a smile, and pecked my lips. A blush crept onto my cheek, and I picked up the papers that he left for me. Before our little session.
"Bye Mr. Horan." I said. I gave him a small smile as I reached the door. He nodded his head, returning the smile, and took out a pack of cigarettes out of his desk.
I walked out of his office, and saw everyone waiting at the coffee machine. I laughed as they all groaned, at Ms. Betty, a nice 60 year old, trying to work the machine.
I walked over, and greeted her. She looked up through her red glasses, and gave me a smile. "Hi dear, you wouldn't mind if you can help me. The damn thing's stuck." she said giving me her bright smile.
I laughed at her, and nodded my head. I handed her the papers, which she took gladly, and took the coffee cup out of her hand.
I looked at the machine, and put the cup under the dispenser. I hit the settings, and put in what she wants in her coffee, by her telling me, and hit the 'POUR' button. Soon, the coffee began filling in the cup.
Everyone behind her cheered, and clapped, that they were going to finally get their coffee. I laughed, and took the papers from Mrs. Betty, who was thanking me more than once.
"You don't have to thank me." I said. She opened her mouth, but I shushed her, and walked to the elevator.
I hit the up button, and waited unti it opened. I walked in, and was about to hit the 2nd floor button, until someone stopped me. Mr. Horan.
He walked in, and told me to continue. I hit the 2nd floor button, and leaned against the railing. He walked over to me, and began to crowd me against the wall and railing.
"Hey babe, strange seeing you again." he whispered in my ear. He gave the back of it a lick. I moaned, and I just couldn't help myself.
I attached my lips to his, and began to unbutton his shirt. He unzipped my shirt, and skirt, kissing me hard. I unzipped his pants, grinding on him. He moaned, and switched us around. So he was on the top and I was on the bottom.
"Knew you couldn't last without me, baby." he smirked, pulling his boxers down. I whined at him for taking so long. He tutted, and reached over for his pants. He pulled out a condom, and opened it with his teeth.
He slid it along his length, and was about to put it inside of me, until I stopped him. "Did the elevator stop?" I asked looking at the doors, that weren't opened.
"Stuck." he mumbled, hand still on his length. I shrugged, and motioned him to continue. He put himself inside of me, making me moan loudly.
He pushed his hips back, and slammed back into me. I moaned, and pulled him down. He attached his lips to mine, and we kissed roughly. He pounded into my harder and faster, making me whimper into his mouth.
"Fuck, don't stop." I whined, pulling away. He groaned, and kissed my neck. Not hard enough to leave a love bite.
"I won't. I'll make you feel soo good baby." he moaned. He picked my legs up, and put them around his hips. He switched us around, again, so that i'm on top.
"Ride me." he said panting. I guess he's too tired to top. I nodded my head, and began to bounce on him. He panted, and wrapped his hand around my neck.
"Look so good bouncing on me babe." he mumbled, giving my neck a squeeze. I whimpered when he did that. To other people that's domestic violence, but to me, thats just fucking hot.
A few more bounces, and pleasure took over me. I screamed profanities, and fell on his chest. I guess from that, Mr. Horan followed soon.
He panted in my ear, giving it licks. I leaned up, and kissed him. He hummed in delight, and kissed me back. It wasn't rough, it was passionate. Like those kisses that people in love do.
I pulled away, and looked into his eyes. Blue meets blue. He pushed my hair back, and reached over for his boxers. I got off of him, and put on my shirt and skirt.
After him and I got dressed, and got ourselves together, the doors opened. I picked up the papers that I dropped, and waved at him as I walked off the elevator.
Wow, I just had sex with my boss in an elevator.
