Boss with Benefits

by Mickey Miller

  It’s so fucking on.

  "Wait." She moans. "Put your hands behind your back." She says.

  Fuck! I forgot I wrote about that this morning; even though I wrote about her teasing me, now all I want is to be inside of her right now but she delays my gratification. She pulls off my briefs and then keeps dancing with the music. Throwing her hair around, she bounces her hips from side to side. She even twerks a little bit at me and I’m about to lose it.

  “You’re so fucking hot right now. You have no idea." She turns around, bends down and comes oh so close to kissing my cock but she doesn’t. She just blows on it. “God damn you’re a fucking tease.” I say. She stands up and spins around, and, her ass facing me, she pulls down her panties and dropping them around her ankles.

  "I'll show you a fucking tease,” she says. She turns around and I don't care where she told me to put my hands. I slip them around and grab her tits as I make out furiously with her.

  "Brett I need to be inside you right fucking now."

  "Okay." She finally says. She straddles me on the couch and eases onto me, taking my tip in first. She's wet but she's tight and I’ve still got to work to get inside her. She bounces up and down for a time, for a few moments just on the first inch or so on my cock until she is able to get the whole thing inside. When she does she lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard in my life.

  "Mmm, oh my God. Sebastian."

  "Fuck me Brett." I say. I grab the back of her neck. Spread kisses all over her breasts.

  "Okay." She says “Fuck you? I can do that now."

  She begins to bounce very slowly up and down riding the length of my cock. She's so tight and slick, she feels amazing but it's more than that. It's that it's her and that's when I know she's the one for me. There’s something about her scent and still while she grinds her hips against me I feel like I’m fucking an innocent girl, that she's my innocent girl. I love that she shows this side just to me.

  The very first time you’re fucking someone is in a way a strange time to realize that you’re probably in love with someone but for me if I’m being honest, that's how it goes down. I want to just tell her right there, but the thought is fleeting. A few moments later all I can think about are Brett’s eyes as I stare into them. She closes them and I grip her hair, grip her head and points it at me.

  "Brett, open your eyes.” I growl.

  “Sebastian," she moans, and lets her eyes drift open.

  She lets out another moan and tonight I hear the soft drizzle of a Blackwell rain shower drifting against the window. Very different from the thunderstorm the other night. Tonight we're the thunderstorm and for the next, oh I don't know--one, two, three, four, five, ten, twenty minutes--we fuck. We fuck like animals. We fuck like thirsty desert goers, who haven't been exposed to food or drink for many days, weeks--hell maybe even years--because that's how long it's been since I felt this way about someone.

  She straddles me as I sit on the couch, I love watching her face bobbing in pleasure.

  “Do you like that, Brett?” I whisper, pulling her into me. “Do you like feeling your boss’s cock deep inside you?”

  Breathing hard, she nods.

  “Say it. I want you to tell me what you like.”

  “I like feeling your cock deep inside me,” she mouths.

  “Good girl. And I love the way you grip me with your pussy.” I grip her ass with my hand, guiding her hips up and down on my cock.

  After who knows how long, we get up. She sits back on the couch, panting, her legs wide open.

  I dive between her legs, flicking her clit with my tongue. I want her taste, and I want to hear her moans.

  God damn do I want to hear her soft moans.

  “Oh God,” she breathes, digging her nails into the cushions behind her.

  I pull up for a moment. “I like it when you say my name,” I smirk.

  “I didn’t say your name though. I said, ‘oh God.’”

  “That’s right,” I smirk.

  “You cocky bastard,” she mewls.

  I turn her body around and we go at it doggy style.

  We're a sweaty mess of arms and limbs and parts and pleasure.

  The slap slap slap of my hips against her ass, that sweaty skin on skin sound, reverberates through the room.

  “Oh God you’re going so deep." She whimpers, her voice music to my ears. “I’m going to come again."

  She comes, her pussy clenching, tightening around me and that's fucking it. As if by some miracle I realize I haven't put a condom on. How the fuck did I forget that?! So in the moment I didn't even think to put one on.

  "Oh shit I'm going to come." I say.

  “I’m on the pill." She says through hazy eyes and I can't believe we're having this conversation right now, but a few seconds later I come rope after rope inside her. Feels so damn good. When I'm done our bodies collapse against each other and I stay throbbing inside her. She grips me hard around my back like she doesn't want me to leave.

  "You’re really gripping me hard." I say.

  “I like this feeling." Her sweaty body curves into me, and she grips the back of my neck.

  “Me too," I admit. “But I should probably pull out now."

  "You’re right." She says, and I do. When she's done or when I'm done and I go grab that same work-out towel that I used the other day we clean up. We don't say much, our bodies having said more than we ever could in words.

  We just sit there and sip our tequila and let the rain nail the outside windowpanes with its soft drizzles. I let her naked body collapse into mine and we fall asleep just like that.

  Seventeen - Brett

  I open my eyes, and a rush of adrenaline pounds through me.

  I’m naked on Sebastian’s office couch.

  And I’m alone.

  My heart wrenches, and I move to put on my clothes. A minute later though, before I can even locate them, the smell of fresh coffee fills the air. The door opens and Sebastian bounds in with a gigantic smirk on his face.

  "Don't put your clothes on just yet," he says as he walks through the door frame. “Let’s have coffee first. It's not even 5:30 a.m.”

  "Well first of all, I thought you'd left me and second of all, you have your clothes on. So it’s not equal,” I say, nodding towards him.

  He's got athletic shorts, a T Shirt and gym shoes on. He hands me a breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee.

  “My clothing situation can quickly be rectified.”

  I laugh and muster a smile.

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you need anything else, Princess?” he winks.

  Sebastian sets down his coffee and breakfast sandwich, slips off his shoes, and takes off his shirt.

  “That will be ok for right now. But it's early,” I say as I sit down on the couch. He joins me.

  “But you're not afraid that someone's going to come in and see us here or see what we're doing now?" I ask as take the first sip of coffee.

  "Nah," he says. "No one would dare come into the boss's office early in the morning and spy on me. Oh, wait, except for one person." He shoots a knowing glance my way.

  I snigger.

  "It's true that I came in and saw you, but I needed to know what was going on in here. I was hearing strange noises. I thought you might be hooking up with someone.”

  He laughs. We lean back in the chair enjoying our coffee and breakfast as we wake up together.

  “Because hooking up in this office would be totally inappropriate.”

  “Well...it’s okay when it’s you and I. Hey, are we going to keep doing this?” I ask.

  “Doing what?” He shoots the question back to me. “Do you mean just hooking up? I don't see why not.”

  “No, I mean every morning for the last two mornings we rode out a fantasy and then we’ve done it, or we've acted out one of our fantasies. How long can we keep this up?”

  Sebastian shrugs.

  “I mean I have a very active and long imagination, so I can go one
year, two years…

  “Stop,” I say, pushing him gently in the shoulder. I take a bit out of the sausage and egg breakfast sandwich.

  “Why?” He asks shooting me a somewhat suspicious glance. “Are you saying you want to stop?”

  I swallow down the food. Not so shockingly, I’m famished from all of our activity last night. “No, not at all. I was just thinking about it that's all”.

  “Thinking about it, so you have or have not thought about today's fantasy?” I smile a little sheepishly and look down at Sebastian’s feet.

  “This is one that I've been thinking about for a while, I don't know if I'm ready for it to be honest.”

  “You’re not ready for it? Well, we can always take a break or not do anything for a little while, go back to being just friends.”

  I laugh. “Yeah like that's ever going to happen now.”

  “What, we can always go back to being just friends.”

  “I don't know how I could after knowing how good you can make me feel.”

  He leans across and kisses me on the lips. I taste the coffee in his mouth and it’s glorious. Electricity shoots through me, jolting me, making me feel awake even this early in the morning. I moan as he sticks his tongue into me. I wonder if he tastes the same coffee I do.

  “You can trust me; I hope you know that by now,” I muse.

  “I know I can trust you but I don't know, this fantasy is really dirty,” he counters.

  “Dirtier than you crawling under the desk and going down on me during the fucking webcam conference meeting?”

  I laugh. “Maybe, I guess it depends on your point of view.”

  “So are you going to tell me this one?”

  “I would, but aren't we playing the whole 'write about it, don't talk about it' game?”

  “I suppose so. Zane and Lacy are one lucky couple, am I right?”

  “That book is going to be a freaking bestseller when you're done with it.”

  “Stop, it's just a silly little project. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm doing it. It's not like I'm that good of a writer or anything like that.”

  His smile fades. And suddenly he looks very serious almost grim. He takes hold of my chin turns me toward him and looks me dead in the eye.

  “Hey, I don't want to hear you say things like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don't want to hear you talking about you're not good enough, you are good enough. You're good enough for anything. All you have to do is decide that that's what you're doing and you'll do it, do you understand that?”

  “I guess.” I shrug.

  He grabs hold of my thigh. “No, not you guess, you do. You do understand you're a fucking brilliant writer and that book you're writing is the first step on your way to becoming a best seller. Got that Brett?”

  His dark brown eyes gaze deep into me, and I feel as though he's approaching the entrance to my soul. A warm feeling washes over me and I'm not sure what it means.

  “No one has ever really believed in me. Why do you think I can actually make it?”

  “Why do I believe so much in you? Let me think.” He rubs his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

  “You know, it's kind of a sixth sense I've had since I've been little, but I can always tell when a person is bullshitting me or themselves. I don’t know how I know, but I do know that last night, when I was looking you in the eye I was feeling you, the real you. You feel genuine Brett, you’re talented and you have a spirit that uplifts others around you. Maybe you can't see it because you're you. You don't see the effect you have on people. And I swear to God it's there. And if you don't realize that yet well, I'm going to help you. You are a fucking genius. Now all you have to do is choose your path. Hell, if it's writing romances you're going to be fucking successful at it trust me. I can tell with every word I read from Zane and Lacy. I get fucking turned on.

  I giggle. “You do?”

  “Yeah, whenever I read your writing, I've had to relieve myself a couple of times.”

  “No, get out of here.”

  “Yes, no exaggeration.”

  “You're so fucking silly,” I chide.

  “Hey, can I ask you a question?” He retorts, his tone serious again..

  “Yeah.”

  “Why did you agree to work here?”

  “Why did I agree to work here? What kind of a question is that?”

  He takes a sip of his coffee before he elaborates. This isn’t the kind of conversation I expect to be having so early in the morning. But then, I haven’t expected a thing that’s happened between me and Sebastian.

  “Yeah, I mean you're good here, don’t get me wrong. But your heart is obviously in this writing thing. So why are you wasting your time at a corporate place like Blackwell Industries?”

  “You know I ask myself that too sometimes,” I sigh. “But in the end I thought it might provide a little bit of security I mean, after I bounced from job to job and I guess I just wanted to try something new. When you reached out to me I was flattered that you would even consider me for a company like this without having a college degree.”

  “So you’re insecure that you don’t have a college degree?”

  “Yes,” I nod. I take a sip of my coffee and enjoy the warm feeling on my throat. The sun is starting to rise higher on the horizon, and a reddish-orange glow starts to show through the office window.

  “I think a college degree is worth less and less. It’s more of a fancy pile of paper that comes with a bunch of student loans. It doesn't mean you're smarter or dumber than anyone else. I personally didn't go to college, so maybe I'm biased, but I'm glad I didn't, even though some days people look at me and I can tell that’s what they think of me. That look in their eyes says it all. They think Sebastian Blackwell is just a lucky son of a bitch who won the lottery. They have no idea about how hard I've worked to make this happen. They don't know what it's like losing your first million then going all-in on an investment with your last pennies, only to have that one come through. I'm ranting now, but all I'm saying is you're smart as fuck Brett. I know that.”

  My chest swells with pride at hearing Sebastian say those words. He’s so sincere, I can tell he truly means them.

  “Thank you. I guess I'm smart. I'll accept your compliment.”

  Breaching the space between us, he uses his finger to tip my chin into him and he kisses me on the lips. I feel his sexy stubble on my cheek.

  “So changing topics,” I continue. “I do have a conundrum I'm in right now, I can't wear the same clothes I wore yesterday in the office, people will think it’s weird if they notice. They’ll think I’m homeless or something.”

  “Tell me your size.” Sebastian says without hesitation. “I will have some clothes brought in.”

  “But won't people suspect that when they see me wearing them that I'm yours? Like your assistant could tell people. And this is a small town.”

  He takes a deep breath, and rakes a hand through his hair. “You're right and fuck, I love hearing you say that, but you don't want to be seen with me right?”

  “Oh well.” I Hesitate. It's not that I don't want to be seen with him but I also really don't want the other employees to think that I'm receiving any type of special treatment from the boss. “You know what”, I say “I'll text my friend Crystal, she probably hasn't left yet and we're the same size so I'll have her bring something. She won't ask questions, she's a good friend.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “But I should get moving,” I say. “The early risers will probably start getting to the office soon, right?”

  “Stay a few more minutes. Come on,” he chides.

  I slide my hand on his thigh and feel between his legs. He lets out a low moan and I responded by moaning a little bit as well. “I really need to go.”

  “Yeah you fucking do, oh gosh you fucking do.” He mutters. “So don't do that, don't get me all worked up if you're just going to leave.”

  “
Alright, I'm getting up. No more teasing.” I jump to my feet, finally, and Sebastian looks slightly disappointed.

  “Go on, get out of here Miss blue. I'll get you back for this.” He winks.

  I text Crystal then change into the clothes I wore yesterday. I kiss Sebastian goodbye for the morning. Luckily, I catch Crystal right before she's leaving her house. A half hour later she meets me in the local coffee shop Grinds for the handoff.

  “Hey. Good morning!” She says cheerily. She walks up to me at the table I'm sitting at, sipping my coffee and reading the local newspaper since my phone is close to dying.

  “Hey yourself,” I say as she hands me the bag.

  “I got something cool, something I thought you'd like. A blue dress.”

  “Oh that's perfect. I say. “Thanks so much.”

  “So...” Crystal says, letting her voice trail off and taking a seat across from me.

  “So what?” I imitate; as if I don't know what she's about to say.

  “Oh come on,” She says. “You really aren't going to give me any more information?”

  I took a deep breath. If I tell her I signed an N.D.A. is that breaking the code? “It's complicated” I say.

  “Oh stop it. I told you about the time when I gave Bobby McCallum a hand job underneath the bleachers in twelfth grade. Honestly that was a low point. I'm not saying you're having a little boy right now, I'm just saying I'm curious so, no information for your best bud?

  I take a deep breath. “I can tell you that it's no one you know personally, and I just had a good fun night,” I admit, giving her little detail to work with.

  She laughs. “Going to keep things vague, well all right I see how it is.”

  I want to make sure she knows that I don't mean to keep things from her. “Look, I will tell you about it the instant it's important, but right now it's just not that big of a deal Yet.”

  I wonder if Sebastian and I could ever be a thing, but I have my doubts.

  “Fine,” she retorts, though I can tell she was excited for some juicy gossip.