Worshipping the Boss

by Hunter Frost

  He was dressed down in worn jeans and a white T-shirt that clung to his body like a second, more relaxed skin. On his feet were plain white socks that were no less sexy than the rest of his attire.

  I had showered, and my hair was still damp as I’d thrown on corduroys and a sweater.

  “Come in out of the cold, El.” He moved away from the door. I walked in and he took my coat and knit cap. “I’m thrilled you’re here.”

  I smiled at him as I fluffed out my hair, a little uneasy. And after Al hung up my outerwear, he returned on edge as well.

  “Everything okay?” I asked.

  “Um . . . si. I’ve just realized I’ve never had a man over before. I’m not sure what . . . I mean, do you want a drink? A glass of wine, maybe?”

  Alejandro was nervous? This was new.

  “A glass of wine would be great, actually.” Alcohol might calm my nerves.

  “Good, then follow me.”

  We walked through a modern, industrial style living room, the design much like his office. But unlike at work, on his walls hung an amazing array of colorful artwork. I walked over to one that seemed familiar and slid down my glasses.

  “Picasso?” I asked, recognizing Le Rêve with its bold color and striking lines.

  Alejandro grabbed two wine tumblers. “I love Spanish artists. Picasso and Dali are my favorites.” He looked at a bottle from his wine fridge. “Oooh, I’ve been wanting to open this Pinot Blanc. That okay?”

  “Sounds delicious.” I had no idea what a Pinot Blanc was, but I didn’t care. He uncorked the bottle as I wandered around to more artwork.

  “Why don’t you have anything like these in your office?” I asked. “The walls are so bare.”

  “Just never got around to it. I should since I really like those anime prints you have. They’re edgy, youthful, and unique. It says a lot about your personality.”

  I blushed. “I always thought everyone would think they’re silly or immature.”

  “Art is subjective. And I don’t think your taste is silly or immature at all.” Al came over and handed me a glass of wine.

  “Thank you,” I said, taking it from him with a smile. Our hands brushed in the process and it was electric.

  “To a wonderful evening,” he said, raising his glass and clinking it against mine.

  “Cheers.” I took a sip. “It’s lovely.”

  He grinned and swirled his glass. “Not bad at all. I hooked up with a sommelier for Ayala over in Tenderloin. He knew his stuff.”

  I nodded. I really didn’t need another reminder of Al’s lifestyle.

  But when it got quiet, he motioned to me with his chin. “Let’s head to the bedroom.”

  I followed him to a circular staircase that led up to a loft.

  “Very nice,” I said, surveying the huge bed covered in grays and whites. There were massive pillows near a dark wood headboard and ambient light coming from a series of hidden bulbs from above and below. They lit up more Spanish prints on the walls.

  “Glad you like it.”

  He took the wine from me and put it on a nightstand.

  “Why don’t we get more comfortable?” He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

  I slid my shoes off and tugged my sweater over my head before sitting down.

  He slid a palm over my thigh and I tensed.

  I wasn’t sure why. We’d done stuff like this already. Maybe it just seemed more real this time?

  “We can do anything you want to do, El. No judgments. I’ll probably be more turned on than you at anything you suggest.”

  I gulped. “I highly doubt that.”

  “Try me,” he purred with an eyebrow cocked.

  I leaned in to kiss him, soft and easy. His mouth tasted of the crisp citrus wine mingled with his natural musky flavor. I moaned.

  He pecked and teased my lips, sucking on them gently, until I slid my tongue into his mouth. He groaned as I ran my fingers into his silky hair. “Mi amor,” he whispered against me. I knew he said those words out of habit, perhaps to most of his hookups, but it was still music to my ears. I could pretend for a while.

  His fingers found the hem of my shirt as they skirted my skin.

  I sucked in a breath as he pushed the fabric up until I had to break the kiss for him to get it over my head. My glasses went askew as he tossed my shirt aside. He chuckled and took them off, placing them on the nightstand.

  I shivered in the coolness of the night as he studied my naked torso. “I can’t wait to give you love bites all over that creamy-white skin of yours.”

  Before I could respond, he kissed under my ear and down my neck. His mouth was like velvet and I sighed, letting my head fall to the side.

  He nudged me down onto the bed and continued to kiss, lick, and nip down toward my shoulders and collar bone.

  He teased a nipple with his lips, and I whimpered. Then his tongue circled around it and I arched my back into him, my hands threading into his hair. When he sucked it into his mouth, I groaned and tightened my grip on his head. “Al . . .”

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, the stubble on his face maddening to my skin, making me weak.

  He kissed down my stomach, and it flexed under his mouth as he began undoing my corduroys.

  “I can barely get this zipper down. You’re straining it with that enormous cock,” he said, a smile in his voice.

  He managed to release it and tug my pants down as I lifted my hips.

  He nuzzled my package through my boxers, and I could have come from just that if he kept it up. But instead he gripped the sides of them and pushed them down with my pants, until both garments were at my ankles. In seconds, he’d peeled off my socks as well, until I was completely naked, splayed out before him.

  “Your body is stunning, El.” His voice was coarse and rough.

  I’d never heard such words uttered from another man, let alone one staring at me naked. I would’ve said he was joking or being sarcastic, but his eyes were dark and steady and totally serious.

  Surprisingly, he went back down to my feet, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He lifted my left foot and held it up as he kissed my heel, my instep, the ball of my foot, and my toes.

  I stared at him, unable to look away, my breath ragged.

  When he licked the soft pad of my big toe, I wanted to jump out of my skin. “Al, what—” I trembled as I watched. “—are you doing?” I finally finished.

  He went down the line of my toes, sucking each one slowly, ending with a scrape of his teeth that made my cock leak onto my stomach.

  “I’m showing you how good it feels to have your feet worshipped.”

  My eyes wanted to roll into the back of my head, but I couldn’t stop watching as he continued his erotic exploration of my other foot, his tongue tasting the inside of my arch and the delicate skin between my toes. He was a fast learner, because he knew exactly how to make me squirm and anxious to stroke myself.

  “Where did you—” I began, before moaning again.

  He smiled and nibbled on my instep. “I pay attention, El. You’re a good teacher.”

  I finally let my head drop back and groaned. “I’m already so close.”

  He chuckled, and it vibrated through his lips onto my toes. “I guess I’ll move up.”

  I thought about protesting; that I wanted to come as he sucked my toes and worshipped my feet since he was especially good at it. But I also remembered last night’s phone call, when he sucked my cock like a pro. I wanted to experience that more.

  He licked up my calf and knee, and he kissed my thighs, his face rough and stimulating.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispered as he pressed my thighs outward.

  “Me too,” I managed, having a hard time speaking with his hot breath on my package. “I mean, I can’t wait for you to taste me too.”

  He nuzzled my sack. “You smell incredible.”

  I was up on my elbows watching him, my heart going wild with anticipati
on.

  He traced my ball sac in a slow and sensual pattern with his tongue. “Al,” I whispered, frustrated at the tease.

  Then his wet, velvety tongue slid up my shaft, finally circling the ridge of my cockhead. I moaned like I was in pain.

  And then he completely devoured me.

  I gasped as his searing wet mouth encompassed my entire cock, his lips sliding down to the base, his nose touching my groin.

  I could feel the back of his throat and I groaned again when it tightened around me.

  I stared at him in awe, my mouth open. “Fuck, that’s . . .” But I couldn’t finish my thought, the sensation of my cock filling his mouth and his throat pulsating around me almost too much.

  He slid back off, then down again to the hilt. As he came back up, his tongue swirled upward, driving me batty.

  My toes curled. “Geez. That’s so good.”

  He moaned as he went back down, the vibration once again like an electric current over my rock-hard dick.

  This time when he came up, his dark, luminous eyes locked on mine.

  I nearly lost it. “No, Al. I’m going to come if you don’t stop. I don’t want to come yet,” I pleaded without shame.

  He went down one more time, making me tremble, and then licked upward, placing a kiss on my drenched cockhead.

  “Flip over, cariño. I want to eat that sweet ass.”

  No arguments here. I sat up. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Hell yes!”

  He stood and quickly pulled off his T-shirt. His chest and abs were lean and cut, and my mouth watered. He had a light dusting of dark hair over his chest and arms and a small, cute patch directly below his navel that disappeared into his jeans.

  “Don’t stop,” I said, trying not to drool.

  He purred. “I’m sure I’ll have you saying that multiple times tonight.”

  I grinned, wanting to pinch myself. Could this be a dream?

  He undid the button on his jeans, and I wanted to beg him to go faster. I needed to see that sexy cock that I couldn’t get out of my head since he’d unleashed it that fateful day in his office.

  He finally got the zipper down and slipped the jeans over his hips, stepping out of them. He’d gone commando and his cock was just as magnificent as I remembered. Hard, thick, and wet. My ass clenched with need.

  “Over, babe.” He stepped closer to the bed.

  I turned over and slid forward, feeling his weight on the mattress behind me and between my legs.

  “Perfecto,” he whispered, his warm palms roving over my ass cheeks. He squeezed and massaged my ass a few times and gave it a smack that made me yelp in surprise. He didn’t give me a chance to dwell on his compliment before he began spreading me with his thumbs, skirting my hole. I jumped when his tongue touched me.

  “Easy, El,” he consoled. “I’m going to make you feel fabulous.”

  I moaned when he licked up the crease of my ass and over the hole in one long stroke.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed before he pressed his tongue into me, licking and probing, spreading my cheeks wide to go deeper.

  “God,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

  Al’s tongue writhed over, in, and around my opening, and my knees inched upward. I pressed my ass back into his amazing mouth.

  “Yes,” he said, his voice muffled. My ass cheeks were firmly in his grip.

  I grasped the comforter below me, squirming. “Alejandro, I need your cock inside me.”

  He moved his face from side to side and then circled my hole. “What, cariño?”

  “Fuck me with your thick cock. I need it.”

  Suddenly he stopped.

  Did I say something wrong? I’d never been good at dirty talk.

  “El, I— You want me to fuck you? I thought . . .”

  “You thought what?” I mumbled, pressing my ass back again, hoping he’d go back to it.

  “I thought you’d do the fucking.”

  I blinked and twisted my top half to face him. “You thought I was a top?”

  He sat up and shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

  “Me?”

  His smile was small. “I thought you were just shy.”

  I gulped. Alejandro Rios thought I was a top and expected me to fuck him. I felt faint, probably from the rush of more blood from my brain to my cock.

  “I’m a total bottom,” he said and kissed my hip.

  “A bossy one at that,” I retorted.

  He winked. “You know it.”

  “So . . . what should we do?”

  “Turn back over,” he said, and I heard him move to the nightstand and open a drawer.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to fuck that sexy ass of yours.”

  I swooned. “But—”

  “Yes, your butt. I’ve never done it before, but the thought of filling you up and making you come is muy caliente.”

  “You aren’t just saying that?”

  I heard him toss something near me on the bed. Then he stretched his body over me, caressing my back and shoulder. He pressed his hard cock against my side.

  “Does that feel like I’m just saying that?” He whispered in my ear, then kissed behind it.

  “No . . .” I moaned the word.

  “Beuno,” he replied and slid his fingers down the crack of my ass, dipping in to tease my hole.

  I gasped.

  I heard him snap open a cap on a bottle and his fingers returned slick with lube. He teased some more before pressing one of his long, slender fingers inside me.

  “Oh!”

  “How does that feel?”

  His finger slid in and out slowly, twisting and turning and rubbing against fiery spots deep inside.

  “Wonderful.” My breathing sped up and my heartbeat raced.

  He pulled out and another finger joined the first. I whimpered and bit down on the comforter below me. He felt incredible.

  He scissored his fingers, gently spreading and stretching me, preparing me for his cock. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

  Alejandro Rios was going to fuck me. And he said I was his first.

  I knew my cock was leaking all over his fancy bed. “I’m making a mess on your bedspread.”

  “De nada,” he dismissed. “It can be cleaned.” He curled his fingers and hit that magical spot.

  “Oh god. I’m ready, Al. Please,” I begged.

  He groaned and withdrew his fingers. “I do like hearing you desperate for my cock.”

  “I’m desperate for all of you,” I said quickly. I meant it, but maybe that was too much for him.

  He didn’t reply, and I heard him tear a condom wrapper and slide on the latex. He straddled my hips and I felt the tip of his dick touch my crease.

  “You tell me if anything doesn’t feel right, okay? I’m new to this side of the equation.”

  I nodded. “I’m not quiet.”

  “Excelente.”

  I chuckled and felt his lubed cock press against me.

  He made it part way in, and I was already stretched more than I was used to. It had been a while.

  “You’re bigger than any of the guys I’ve been with.”

  “You say the sweetest things.” He gasped when I clenched. “Dios, you are tight.”

  “I’m s—serious.”

  “Are you okay?” He pressed further in and I concentrated on staying relaxed.

  I took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

  “I’ll go slow.”

  I nodded and then cried out when Al’s balls touched my ass, filling me all the way up. “That’s so good.”

  “It sure is,” he agreed before moving back out. “You feel better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

  “Now who’s saying the sweet things?”

  “It’s true, El. Your ass is paradise.”

  He slid back down and the core of my gut clenched. I moaned.

  “Baby, this is amazing.” His brea
th hitched as he moved faster, stroking inside my ass with his big, hard length.

  I moaned. “More. Don’t stop, Al.”

  “Not a chance,” he said, holding himself over me, thrusting into me in a deep, primal rhythm. Each downslide had me crying out. “Yes. Yes.”

  He growled near my ear, chest to my back. “Mi amor.”

  I could feel the orgasm building inside me, despite my dick pressed against the bed. He kept tapping my prostate, and it drove me crazy. “I’m close. I’m close.”

  “Fuck yes, El. I want to feel you come, your ass pulsing around my cock.” He sucked on my ear.

  I groaned, the tightness in my groin threatening to explode at any moment.

  “God, here it comes, Al. Here I come.”

  “Yeah cariño, do it. For me.”

  I cried out one more time as my climax hit me, my entire body spasming. Alejandro held me tight, his hips still pistoning into me as I bucked like a pinned animal.

  “Dios! I’m coming too.” And suddenly he was groaning in my ear, whispering how amazing I was and how wonderful I felt as he convulsed above me. It was like a dream come true hearing him babble sweet nothings sprinkled with wicked expletives.

  It was almost as good as when he came from me worshipping his feet.

  After we’d both come down from our orgasms and our bodies stopped twitching, Alejandro eased out and removed the condom, before flopping onto his back beside me.

  “Damn, Ellison. Me mataste.”

  I rolled onto my side, facing him.

  “You can say that again. I think?”

  He stared up at the ceiling. “I said, you killed me.”

  “Then yes.” I watched the rise and fall of his broad chest, a thin sheen of sweat over his skin. “It wasn’t too weird for you to . . . you know?”

  “Be the top? I thought it might be strange, but with you . . . it just felt amazing.”

  I melted. “I would never have known you hadn’t done that before. You were . . . magnifico.”

  He chuckled. “Look at you speaking Spanish.” He palmed my face, his thumb stroking me softly. “You make me want to do things I’ve never wanted to do before.”

  I took a deep breath, but I trembled on the exhale. What was he saying? Did this mean more than I thought it did?

  “Give me a little time and it’s my turn,” I replied, trying not to get emotional.