Boss Me Forever

by R. R. Banks

  “It might be,” he said with a smile as he stood in the archway in his boxers, standing proud with his muscular physique. He walked into the kitchen and placed his hand around Trish’s waist, leaning in and placing his lips on hers. “Good morning,” he said with a soft grin. “How’d you sleep?”

  Trish looked up at Davis and smirked. “Pretty good,” she said as she leaned up and kissed him again. “Your bed is very comfortable.”

  “It was a lot more comfortable last night with you in it,” he quipped while releasing his hold on her waist and stepping over to the pantry. He opened it up to pull out a couple small disposable cups of coffee and walked over to his machine, placing the pods into it and turning it on. “I’m more of a coffee kind of guy,” he said genuinely. “If you’d like, we can go out and get something in a few minutes.”

  Trish smiled. “Potentially,” she said as she stepped back and leaned against the counter. “Do you want to spend the day together?”

  Davis smiled. “Why not?” he asked. “It might be fun.”

  “I’m not denying that,” she said softly. “I think it’d be amazing and I’d love to get to know you better. Maybe I could really get to know more of your friends and family.”

  “I think that’d be great,” he said as he stepped toward the coffee maker. “I was planning on meeting my family later on this morning. Would you want to attend?”

  Trish stood still and thought about it briefly. “Yes, I’d love to,” she said without thinking about it further. “But I have nothing to wear. I’d have to go back to my apartment and change.”

  Davis turned his head and looked over at her. “Then go to your apartment and change,” he said with a sarcastic grin. “You have about four hours before we have to be there. Why don’t you go get dressed, head back, and then I’ll pick you up there and take you to meet them?”

  Trish nodded. “You make it sound so easy,” she said with a smile.

  “Is it not?”

  She stood still and looked over at him. “Not really, no,” she replied with a laugh. “Do you have some shorts I can throw on though? I don’t want to have to put on what I wore last night just to jump into a taxi.”

  Davis smiled. “Actually, yes, I’m sure I have something you can slip into.”

  “Fantastic,” she said as she walked out of the kitchen with Davis behind her. They walked back into the bedroom and he headed straight for a dresser, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of gym shorts, which he tossed to her. She held them firmly and slipped them on, pulling them up to her waist and tightening them by the draw string. “These will work,” she announced with a smile. She walked over and grabbed her clothes from the night before while Davis looked over at her. “Thanks again,” she said as she stepped toward him and placed her hand on his side. She leaned up and kissed him before stepping back and walking toward the door. “I’ll text you my address.”

  “That’s perfect,” he replied. “That will give me time to go back to bed for a couple of hours.”

  “Don’t rub it in,” she replied. “I typically like to sleep in some too, but for some reason, I woke up compelled to cook you breakfast, only to discover that you don’t believe in owning food.”

  Davis laughed. “We’re in New York City. Why would I invest in food for me to cook? I’d rather just head out and experience all that this wonderful place has to offer.”

  “I understand,” she said as she turned and walked toward the door. “You won’t find much food at my apartment either.”

  “Then perhaps one of us might need to learn how to cook,” quipped Davis.

  “I never said I didn’t know how,” she replied as she placed her hand on the door knob before turning back to face him. “I just said you won’t find any food there.”

  Davis laughed while he watched her walk out of his apartment, leaving him to head back to his bedroom and wait for the rest of the day to come.

  Trish walked down the hallway and over to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for it. She looked like she was taking the walk of shame, wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and gym shorts. “I feel like I’m in college again,” she thought to herself as the door to the elevator opened, revealing another girl who was wearing clothes similar to her. She smiled as she walked in, acknowledging the other girl as she leaned against the wall of the elevator and allowed it to descend to the ground. For several seconds, the two girls looked over one another, both understanding their condition and doing what they could not to judge each other. The doors opened up and both walked out into the lobby, walking quickly through it so that no one would see either of them. They both went through the lobby quickly, matching their steps stride for stride before walking out into the chilly morning air. With two taxis parked in front of the building, each girl walked to one before smiling at each other again before stepping in.

  Trish gave the cab driver directions to her apartment before he took off, allowing her to lean back in the seat and think about everything that was happening. It was moving quickly, just as she had hoped it would, but she didn’t know if she was ready to meet his family and more of his friends. This was a big step and one that she wasn’t all comfortable with, but unfortunately, this was a step that she would need to take if she wanted this relationship to go anywhere. A strong foundation makes for an amazing relationship that will last the test of time and Trish knew that this would be key. She yearned for a long relationship and she wanted to be with someone who, not only was safe, but would nurture the growth of their relationship and create something that could last for a long time. While growing up and then spending time in Chicago, Trish was afraid to get into a long relationship, not knowing if it would be right for her or if she would be right for it. She’d watched Hannah take the plunge and knew that the time was now for her to do the same. She had a man that could potentially be great for her, and now, all she had to do was follow through.

  The taxi rounded the corner and traveled along the street, passing by several people who were walking that morning. She saw many young girls, all looking like her in their attire, walking along the street toward their destinations. “Clearly everyone had a long night,” she said to herself with a coy grin as she looked at the numerous people walking along the street. “At least I can relate to some of these people,” she continued to think while the taxi rounded another corner. She pulled out her phone and sent Davis her address as she saw her building ahead and prepared to leave the taxi. She reached into her purse, pulling out a few bills as the taxi pulled into the area in front of her building. She handed him the money before opening the door and stepping out. She walked toward the building and stepped in, finding the same creepy old doorman waiting for her.

  “How are you this morning?” he asked in an eerie, awkward tone. “It looks as if you had a great and eventful night.”

  Trish smiled as she walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for it. “Please open quickly,” she thought to herself before turning and facing the old man who followed her in. “It was a great night to be back in New York,” she said politely as she stood still, nervous as she knew he would continue to be talking to her while she waited on the elevator. “Hey, in a couple of hours, there will be a young man coming to my apartment. Will you make sure he gets in for me?” she inserted before he could get a word out, hearing the ping from the elevator door alerting her that she wouldn’t have to have any conversations with him.

  “I’m right here!” announced Davis as he ran through the lobby, prompting Trish to put out her arm to keep the doors from closing. Davis ran up, carrying some clothes with him and jumping onto the elevator with her. “Sorry, as soon as you left, I just felt compelled to come with you and get ready in your place,” he said with a smile as Trish pulled her arm out of the door, leaving the old doorman to stand there and watch them as the doors closed. “It doesn’t take long for me to get ready so I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal for me to get ready at your place.”

  “
Are you inviting yourself?” she playfully asked as the elevator started to rise.

  Davis smiled. “Well, if you put it that way, I am.”

  “Good,” she said. “I like my men to be very forward.”

  “And I love to be that,” he replied as the elevator ascended to her floor. After a few short moments, the doors to the elevators opened up and revealed the hallway that would lead to Trish’s apartment. They stepped out together and walked through the hallway, walking past several doors before reaching Trish’s. “Is there anything I need to be warned about before walking in here?” he asked playfully as Trish fidgeted with her keys.

  She thought about that answer, wondering if she would need to warn him about any of her belongings lying around, but she shook her head, wanting to be surprised with him. She hadn’t been back to her apartment since the movers finished bringing in her things, so very few of her things were unpacked. She knew she would have access to her clothes and other essentials, but her apartment was not set up or decorated yet. She opened the door to reveal the zebra printed decorum that Alexis found shocking, prompting an immediate laugh out of Davis as he stepped in and examined it. “This is awesome,” he said in disbelief, walking in to find the amazing wallpaper that was adorning the walls. “How on Earth did you find a place that looked like it came out of a children’s book?”

  Trish smirked as she walked in behind him, slapping him gently on the arm before moving past him and looking at the boxes in her living room. She analyzed them closely, making sure none of them were damaged from the movers bringing them in. “Everything looks to be in order,” she said to herself as she moved from box to box, making sure that they weren’t tampered with or damaged in transit.

  “Did you just leave the movers here with your things?” asked Davis as he walked in and analyzed the common room of her apartment.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” asked Trish. “The building super came up and let them out and locked up when they were done, so I didn’t have to be here for them to place boxes in certain areas. The only downside is that they placed the boxes in the most awkward places available to them, but they did put the furniture where I instructed which helps.

  Davis nodded. “You are very trusting,” said Davis.

  “I was hungry and Alexis offered Chinese,” she retorted. “Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made and I ultimately chose egg rolls over being specific with box placement; besides, I’m going to empty them anyway so it really is helpful that they put them here where the television is.”

  “I suppose,” said Davis as he continued to look around the apartment, amazed at the giraffe wallpaper on a different wall and the carpet that resembled grass. “This place is incredible.”

  She chuckled. “Do you like how weird it is?”

  “I do,” he said. “I really do like how weird this is. Whoever owned this place before really had a lot of personality.”

  “She worked at the central park zoo and had a real affection for animals,” explained Trish as she continued to look at another stack of boxes. “She worked mainly with the large, African mammals and it shows by her decoration choices. Honestly, it really doesn’t bother me too much, except for the carpet. This carpet has to go.”

  “Does it now?” joked Davis. “Are you sure? I think it’s really great.”

  “You’re full of it,” she retorted as she walked toward Davis, grabbing him by the hand and leading him toward the bedroom. “I take it you came here to get ready with me, right?” she said as they entered her bedroom, pulling him toward her and placing her hands around his waist.

  Davis nodded. “I thought it might be fun to get ready with you this morning, yes.”

  Trish smiled. “That’s awesome,” she replied. “Why don’t we start by testing out my shower together.”

  “Testing it out?” he asked. “Have you never used it?”

  “I showered in a hotel yesterday before moving over here.” she replied. “I don’t know how good the water pressure or the thrusting actually is.”

  Davis tilted his head slightly. “The thrusting?”

  “Yes, the thrusting underneath the water,” she joked, mentioning some innuendo as she let go of his waist and walked into the bathroom. She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra before turning on the water and letting it get hot. She stepped away as the water started to pour from the overhead spout while she dropped his shorts and her panties, revealing herself in the nude to Davis as he looked on and admired what he was seeing. She placed her hands on her hips as she stood in front of him, showing off her perfectly groomed bush and beautiful, large tits. He walked into the bathroom and took off his shirt and dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. “That didn’t take long,” she said sarcastically as she stepped through the threshold and walked into the large, standup shower. Davis closed the door behind him as the water filled the area with steam, filling the bathroom with it quickly as the water started to hit both of them.

  He leaned forward and kissed her, while she placed her hands on his chest, running her fingers along his toned chest. She moaned slightly while he placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her backwards toward a seat that was positioned on the other end of the shower. She sat down on the cold marble, seeing his cock in her face. She reached up and grabbed it, slowly stroking it while looking up at him. “You got this last night,” she said as she brought it up to her face and held it there, teasing him while looking up at him. The water from the shower was falling off of his shoulders and hitting her in the face, wetting her hair, making it very hot and steamy. She placed the tip of it in her mouth to wet it before moving up and down on it with her mouth quickly. He moaned lightly as she sucked on his member again, though this time, without the intention of making him cum. “No sir,” she said as she felt it get harder in her mouth. She backed away while looking up at him before standing up with his cock in her hand. “Today, you take care of me,” she ordered. She turned him around and placed her other hand on his chest, pushing him back to seat where she was originally.

  Trish held her right hand firmly on his cock as she turned around, placing her beautiful ass against his stomach. She released his cock and grabbed it again, this time from between her legs and brought it forward toward her vagina. She bent over slightly, making it easier for her to penetrate herself as she felt the tip of his cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. She rubbed it lightly, teasing the two of them before lowering her hips backwards, pushing it into her as the water from the shower continued to flow down onto them. She pushed his cock into her as far as it would go as he stiffened up, allowing him to offer some resistance to her. She placed her hands on the other end of the shower, beside the handle to the faucet. Using her hands, she pushed back against him and started to forcefully have sex with him, pushing his dick as far into her as possible. The tip of his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust, caused her to moan loudly with each powerful motion. “Oh my god!” she screamed as he continued to slam home. His member was thick and it stretched her in a blissful way, though with as wet as she was, his shaft was having no problems gliding into her.

  “This is great,” he said as he thrusted his hips upwards to match her movements, enjoying the motions with her and giving her a great experience.

  “It is, isn’t it?” she asked while breathing heavily, bending her elbows slightly as she pushed back into his hips.

  Davis smiled while reaching down and placing his hands on her hips and pulling her off of him. He stood up and turned her around before placing his hands back on her hips and locking lips with her. He held it for several seconds before spinning her around and bending her over at the hips. She placed her hands on the marble seat in her shower while the water continued to pound them both, giving a great sense of relief as their pores opened. She placed her forearms on the seat and bent over further before Davis placed his hands on her hips and adjusted himself behind her. He grabbed his hard cock and started to rub her lips before placing it inside of her.
She placed her hands against the marble and pushed back again, mimicking the previous motion as best as she could. Davis, however, was moving much faster. He wrapped his fingers around the bones in her hips and started to thrust hard and fast into her pussy, using her resistance to help him gain more momentum.

  “Keep going!” she moaned as she felt her knees starting to tremble with every passing thrust, knowing that it was building faster and that her climax would soon be coming. Her abdomen started to tingle while her muscles started to quake. Her vagina became very tight as Davis continued to thrust hard and deep into her. Seconds passed before it exploded with his cock inside of her. She let out a tremendous moan that filled the entire apartment as she came. She felt him getting close as the muscles in her vagina contracted and released. He continued to thrust harder and harder as she became even wetter. It continued to build before he was close to climaxing. He pulled his cock out of her as she spun around, sitting on the marble seat as he stepped forward. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it quickly, sending his cum onto her beautiful tits. She leaned back and let him cum on her chest, allowing the water to pour down from the shower head and onto her chest to wash it away.

  “Aww, it won’t stay that long,” he said as he noticed the water washing his cum down her breasts and onto the shower floor. “I was hoping it would stay there for a bit so I could admire it.”

  She smiled as she stood up, allowing the water to wash it to the ground before placing her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. She pulled him down to her before starting to kiss him passionately, interlocking their tongues as the water continued to pour down. She released it before looking up at him with a seductive gaze. “I guess we should actually get clean now,” she said with a smile, still with her arms wrapped around his neck.

  He placed his hands on her hips and kissed her again. “I think so,” he replied with a smile. “I think we have a little time though. We aren’t going to be in that big of a rush.”