Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 239: Off With Your Boxers! *

[Warning: Mild snu snu up ahead and a lot of dirty talking.]

Her orgasm was long. Wave after wave of white, hot pleasure rolled through her body. Her back arched harder and she surrendered, rocking her body just slightly in sync with the waves of her climax.

Mo Qingchen grew erratic behind her and growled as he released. Hot spurts coated her insides and she panted as Mo Qingchen panted into her ear. Mo Qingchen continued to thrust into her slowly as he rode through his pleasure and she slowly came down from hers.

He sank to the floor, taking her with him and they lay beside each other, his cock still inside her. She felt him draw lazy patterns on her hips and stomach with his fingertips, the coolness of them making her jump ever so often. Sometimes, he would reach down and thumb her clit absentmindedly before pulling his wet fingers back up to draw circles on her hip bone.

Qian Meng stared at the sky until she felt Mo Qingchen gently pull himself out from inside her. Her breathing had slowly turned normal, but Mo Qingchen's lazy kisses at the back of her neck seemed to keep her body tingling.

His cock lay against her thigh, still wet and coated in her juices.

"Do you want a glass of champagne?" Mo Qingchen asked as he turned his head to look at her face. Her forehead was covered by a sheen of sweat from their activity.

"Sure, thanks," she said quietly.

Mo Qingchen removed his fingers from her body and scooted back. "Get up. You'll catch a cold," he told her. He slowly stood up and then moved into the room, leaving Qian Meng to her own devices.

She sighed as she picked herself up. She clutched the towel on the floor and slowly walked into the hut, slightly uncomfortable as the evidence of his orgasm spread all over the insides of her thighs.

He saw her pouring her a glass and handed it over to her before pouring one for himself. Qian Meng took a generous sip as she sat down on a wooden chair and watched him place the bottle on the table next to him.

They sat there for a few minutes in silence, sipping on their champagne and looking off into the distance. Qian Meng sipped on her drink until her glass was empty and then set it down on the little table next to her.

"Is something bothering you?" Mo Qingchen asked after a while.

"No, why?" she answered, freezing for a second.

"I got the impression that something was bothering you," he said, looking at her intensely.

"What made you think that?" She blinked in confusion. She hadn't been vocal about her turbulent thoughts. Then how did he find out?

"Everything was pretty hot. I thought I had you sufficiently aroused. God knows you were wet enough. And you told me to fuck you. And then everything went downhill."

"Downhill?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him. "What is that supposed to mean? You came. What do you have to complain about?"

He watched her as he spoke. "I did enjoy it. It just seemed that you didn't enjoy yourself." He frowned, concerned.

"I had an orgasm. I thought you could tell," she countered.

"I know you did. That is not what I meant. The mood just shifted. Our foreplay was hot and I could tell you wanted me. The sexual tension was buzzing but once I got inside you… you just froze." He gulped down another sip of champagne. "It just wasn't… nice."

She bolted up from her perch, staring down at him.

"Unsexy?" she scoffed.

"Everything just fizzled out," he said matter-of-factly.

"Did you seriously just call me unsexy?" she repeated, offended.

"I didn't call you unsexy. I said that the second half of our sex wasn't ideal," Mo Qingchen corrected. He could have been a little gentler in his speech, but it was not part of his personality to lie.

"Sex with me is not unsexy. I am the sexiest person you know," she told him without a shred of doubt.

"Why are you so defensive? I'm not attacking you, Qian Meng. I jus—" His explanation was cut off.

"Take your boxers off," she said, looking at him with fire in her eyes.

"What?" Mo Qingchen responded, dumbfounded.

"Take your boxers off. I'm sexy and I am about to prove it." It was game time.

"I wasn't calling you unsexy," he said again.

"I took it personally. It's a challenge I must overcome," she said firmly. "Off."

"Are you serious?" he asked, eyes moving up and down over her naked form. His eyes stopped at Qian Meng's thighs pressed together and he had to shake his head to stop himself from whatever thought passed his head.

"Very." There was not a sign of dissuasion.

"I think you are overreacting," he told her. Wrong move.

"No, I am not," she said, getting on her knees. "I would like to see you try and call sex with me unsexy after I am done with you."

Of course, he didn't obey her when she told him to take off his boxers, so she took it upon herself to move her hands to his hips and begin tugging at them herself.

Mo Qingchen finally had the decency to lift his ass off the chair so she could get his boxers off. She pulled them past his feet and tossed them aside on the floor, eyes immediately darting to the object of her determination. Mo Qingchen's cock.

He wasn't hard yet, so she had her first objective. He had obviously wiped himself clean while she was laying outside contemplating life.

She moved so that she was hovering over him but didn't actually sit on him. She supported her weight by grabbing the back of the chair next to his shoulders.

Qian Meng leaned forward so she could plant warm, wet kisses along his neck. Much like how he had approached her outside.

"You don't have to—" he started to speak.

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