Overstimmed E4 | I show the CEO who is really the boss

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I got the text the day after I rode the hell out of him.

“Hey, can I take you out tonight?”

“Where?” I replied. 

“Do you like French food?” 

I've never had French food in my life. From the website he sent me, I could tell that it was leaning towards the fine dining side of things. 

When Jonathan pulls up in my driveway in a red Corvette, he gets out and walks over to the passenger side. Wearing a dark blue shirt with a dotted print on it and gray pants, he looks styled from his coiffed head to his shiny shoes.  He opens the door for me and I climb in, catching a whiff of his mellow cologne. 

Wow. 

“Do you want the seat warmer on?” Jonathan’s finger hovers over the button. 

“No, I’m fine,” I say. “Cool car.” 

“Thanks. Just leased it last month,” Jonathan says while rubbing the steering wheel. “You look good.” 

When he said that, I looked down at my clothes which were a lot more wrinkly than his. When he was busy looking at the road, I tried to tuck my sides in further so that it stops the shirt from ballooning out more than it already has. His own shirt sat perfectly as he drove us to the restaurant. 

The restaurant was just as fancy as I thought it might be. Each thing on the menu was 3 times what I would normally pay and I was relieved when Jonathan took the menu of foreign words from me. He talked to the servers like they were old friends and each of them looked at me knowingly.

“So you know everyone here?” I ask once all the servers have said hi. 

“I'm here a lot. It's the only nice restaurant where the people are somewhat normal,” Jonathan says while putting the cloth napkin on his nap. “Have you been here?” 

“No.” I chuckled. “Did you not see the house you picked me up at? We don't have money like this.” 

“I didn't either. I had to take out a loan to go to school.” Jonathan smiles at me. “But it paid off. By the way, I don't know what you do. You crashed my event so maybe I should come crash yours.” 

“I don't go to any events,” I say. “I just finished my Bachelor's degree and now I'm taking a break.” 

“A break? From what?” 

“From being in school since forever. Why?” 

“You're going to fall behind before you even get started,” Jonathan says with a little frown.

That frown made my blood start to heat up. What business does he have judging my life choices? What if not all of us want to overwork and be the CEO of some company that doesn’t care about anything but profit? 

I think he could tell from my face that I wasn't happy with what he said, because his facial expression changed quickly. 

“I just mean… I've seen a little bit more of the world than you and…”

“I didn't ask for your advice,” I snapped at him. The waiter comes back with a bottle of wine and we sit there in tense quietness while our glasses get filled. 

“Merci, Walter,” Jonathan says quickly to the waiter then turns his attention back to me. “Look, Leon, no offense or anything.  I'm just trying to help.”

“I didn't ask.” I glared at him in his perfectly fitted shirt. “But thanks.”

“Don't say thanks if you're not thankful.” Jonathan swishes his wine in his cup artfully.

Alright.

I thought he wasn't one of those pompous finance guys, but I guess I was wrong. He's sitting there so smug in his tailored pants but he can't even fuck me right. 

I'll teach him. 

The table we’re sitting at has a tablecloth that extends to our knees. Actually, every table in this damn restaurant has the same tablecloth, so everyone's legs are hidden. I kick off my dad’s dress shoes that I borrowed and extend my leg until I bump into his calf. Jonathan jumps at the contact and stares at me. 

“What are you doing?” He mouths at me silently. 

I pull my chair in closer to the table with a loud thump. Then, I find his leg again, rubbing his calf with the back of my foot. 

“Leon,” Jonathan puts down his glass. “This isn't the place.” 

I smirk at him, moving my foot further up until it's on the inside of his thigh. There, I really saw his facial expression change. The in-control fine dining regular was gone and in his place was a weak man with triggers all over his body. 

“Are you hard?” I ask him rather loudly. 

“Leon!” His eyes dart around the tables of rich men and women chattering away.

I guess I'll have to find out. 

I plant my foot directly on his crotch and Jonathan almost knocks our glasses off the table from the speed he stood up and bumped his knees onto the table. This caused some tables to turn their heads to look and that was enough attention for Jonathan to sit back down. 

“You are hard,” I say as I feel the shape through my sock. 

His shoulder and neck twitched as I toyed with him and his eyes showed equal amounts of nerves and excitement. 

“Should we get out of here?”

“Ask that again with some table manners. Didn’t you learn when you ‘saw the world’?” I slide the sole of my feet over the length of his cock. I see the shiver of his chest in this tight shirt and his eyes unfocus for a second. 

“Can we please get out of here?” Jonathan tries again timidly as I make little grabs at his cock with my toes. 

“You're the boss.” I winked at him and got up. Jonathan rushed to find Walter and after handing him some cash, we left the restaurant and got back in the car.

“I have a hotel booked 10 minutes from here,” Jonathan ignites the car. 

“No. I want it now,” I state shortly. He's not getting control back so easily. 

“It's just 10 minutes.”

I reached out with my hand and found his nipple through his shirt. The little sharp exhale that came from him was exactly what I was looking for. I circle my thumb gently on his hardened nipple. 

“I want it now.” I say, glaring into his eyes. 

Without breaking eye contact, Jonathan's lips quiver as he undoes his belt and pulls down his zipper. I raise my eyebrow at him while pinching his nipple through his shirt, and he pulls his cock out of his fly. 

Looking down and seeing that he is as hard as I thought, I smile and duck down to his crotch. Even his crotch smells good. I use the tip of my tongue to draw a line on the undershaft of his cock. 

“Shit…” 

I lap the side of his boner with a flat tongue, gauging the reaction I get from him. Then I push his cock down and lick the top side of the shaft, getting a quiver from him. So I continue, licking every part of his shaft without putting him in my mouth. 

It was working, making him harder and making him shiver. He particularly liked it when I licked the undershaft, which always got a little moan out of him. 

I reached up under his tight button-up shirt to find his bare nipples to pinch. 

“Oh yeah….oh yeah…” I licked his undershaft. “That's going to get me close.” 

From licks? Can he really cum from this?

One lick 

“Keep going,” Jonathan says breathily. 

Second lick

Third lick

“Oh shit… it's cumming…”

Fourth lick

Fifth lick. 

“UhHhHHH!” he groans on top of me and his cock thrashes hard enough to hit me on the lips. 

Sixth lick. I licked it as it bounced from its position to his shirt and back.

Seventh lick. His cum leaked out onto the shaft and rolled down to where I lapped it up. 

“Oh fuck…” I looked up to see his face scrunched up in concentration. His dick throbbed

And throbbed

And throbbed 

He's mine. 

I swallow his cock down whole and plunge down until his opened fly pressed against my face. Jonathan squirms, thrusting his lips to escape my mouth but I succeed in keeping him in. 

“Hey! Hey! It's .. hahah…hahahahha…” He giggles uncontrollably over me. His cock twitches in my mouth as he tries to wrestle his way out. 

Frustrated by his action, I come off and hold his cock tightly in my hand. 

“Leon?!” Jonathan exclaims with his shoulders up to his ear. I move my thumb to his sensitive spot on the undershaft. “Hahahah… wait…hahah.” 

I love the way he hardens when he's being overstimulated. 

“Did I say I'm done?”

“No, but…”

“No buts,” I grip his hard cock tightly. “You watch your attitude when you talk to me next time in public. Do you understand?”

Jonathan nods at me, biting his bottom lips as he prepares himself. I turn my head back down and take in his cock, feeling the satisfying shock that I give his sensitive dick.

This isn't over yet. 

“So this hotel?” I say in between my sucks. His thighs jerk towards me with each little lick.