Sucker for the Boss

by Blue Sky Books

  The cider was incredible, and it really loosened me up. I wasn’t exactly loose enough to talk to him, but I made little hints with my body language indicating that while he may have been just interacting with me in his usual way, I had interpreted a lot of his behavior as an advance. I was getting a bit tipsy, because the cider was an exceptionally high alcohol content. Apparently, it was a cider mead hybrid, which meant that there was more sugars available to turn into alcohol.

  I learned that by carefully studying the label while I was waiting for my anxieties to disappear into a warm buzz.

  On our way back to the cabin, I reached over and gave him a hug. Any body contact from me was a bit bold, but once I started, I discovered that Tom didn’t push me away. I felt accepted, it warm — it was wonderful.

  When we got back to the cabin, Tom excused himself for a shower. I was already drunk, and I thought about dropping everything, getting in there and joining him. I had been bold enough, and my intuition told me that he was interested in what I had to offer him, but for some reason I couldn’t get passed the anxiety I felt about bridging that gap between the two of us. I figured that if he rejected me, it was just going to be incredibly awkward, and instead, I opted to grab a book and sit down on the couch.

  I had just checked my phone, and there was a text from my dad waiting for me on the phone.

  “Hun. The weather outside over her is a blizzard in case you hadn’t noticed,” it began.

  I had noticed that the weather was indeed snowing, but I figured that things must be more intense for him on the other side of the mountain. Over on this side, we had some snow coming down, but it wasn’t anything that would warrant a text.

  “They’ve closed the roads, and I’m stuck over here — looks like for the night. Stay safe — see you in the morning. Love Dad.”

  “Looks like we might have a shot anyways…” I said to myself, setting the phone back down on the table, and taking another swig of cider. “All it takes is a kiss…”

  .:.

  I was reading on the couch when Tom approached me. There was a silent form of expectation in his expression, and he stood before me with his hips thrust out toward me. I looked up at him to gauge whether or not he was feeling the same way that I was, and he raised an eyebrow at me, that melted me from the inside. I had already been with a couple of drinks, and we had already exchanged glances, so I waved him over. We were silent for another couple of moments, but his cock was at my eye level, like a soundless question. I knew that the time was not going to get any better than this, so I undid his pants and brought out his penis.

  “Enough of this bullshit,” I said out loud, before shoving his cock into my mouth.

  He wasn’t hard at first, but I soon fixed that. He held my head and pushed me toward his cock as it grew harder in my mouth. I loved the way that the blood flowed into his dick, and I loved even more how his size increased as I continued to work his cock. I wasn’t able to take him fully into my mouth at first, and I was still super hesitant, but the alcohol helped, and I soon began to relax.

  I was wearing a white t-shirt and some sports pants. I took off my shirt, so he could see my firm, young body. As soon as he got a hold of me with his eyes, his hands followed. Soon, he was expertly pinching, and twisting my nipples, while I pulled on his cock with my mouth. He began to fuck my face more eagerly, and I wrapped my hands around this legs, pulling him closer to my mouth. Soon, he was down on my breasts, licking them eagerly, while I stroked his gray, closely shaved head of hair. I wore a pair of red panties, and I thought about all of the trouble I had gone to in order to make myself appear sexy for him, and here we were — finally fucking, and I wasn’t even wearing the sexy thong that I thought I would be wearing when we fucked.

  The two of us were soon naked on the couch, and we were kissing one another. His hand was down between my legs, stroking between my labia, and feeling the arousal that he had smelled earlier that day. When he first entered me, he was slow, and full of intent. I took him into me and lifted my legs in the air so he could have access to my pussy. Eventually, when he found his way in, he held me down with his strong arms, and began to thrust into me, harder, and more firmly than before. One of his hands reached up to grab a hold of my breast, and he whispered into my ear.

  “I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he confessed.

  Just hearing his voice in my ear caused me to completely lose myself with desire. His cock was huge, and he wasted no time in raising himself up to a standing position while I reclined on the couch. He shoved his cock into my mouth, and I adored him with everything that I had.

  “I want to take you from behind,” he told me, his tone urgent.

  I bent over for him and spread my legs so he could position himself between them, kneeling on the couch. He pushed himself into me, and the two of us began to fuck once more. The way he drove himself into me was incredible, but when he reached a hand around so he could rub my clit while he was fucking me, I began to lose control. His hands were strong, and they pushed and pulled on my body, driving me closer into him.

  We switched positions once more, so he was sitting on the couch, and I was rising up and down on the length of his dick. He held my breasts, and pinched my nipples with both hands while I rode him — bouncing like I was navigating the mounds of powder we had traveled across earlier that day. I felt the burn in my thighs while I bounced up and down on his cock, and felt the reassuring grip of his hands jus below my penis, and on my abdomen. He reached his hand around so he could play with my clit once more, and I continued to back my body up against him. I began to moan; I just couldn’t help it. I was finally getting what I wanted, and it felt so good.

  He laid down then and positioned himself so that he could control my head while I sucked his cock. He was so large, that I had trouble fitting him in my mouth, but I worked the head of his cock as best as I could, given my lack of ability to deep throat him.

  I massaged his cock with one hand, pumping up and down on the shaft while sucking at the tip of his cock. When I wanted more fucking, all I had to do was climb on top of him, and start to bounce once more while he massaged my breasts, and pumped into me with his abs. He held onto my breast, and I clung to his thighs while I worked my body up and down over his. I felt the burn of muscular energy throughout my thighs and my abdomen, but it felt incredible. I leaned over his body, my hair moving back and forth over my face while the two of us fucked.

  He brought me closer to him and moaned in my ear. Feeling him next to my body, in our intimate embrace was more than I could manage, and I never wanted to separate from him again. Our momentum proved to be too much for us, or just the right amount because I began to rock quickly toward an orgasm. My vaginal muscles were contracting over his dick, hugging him inside of my core, while I squirted my arousal all over his lap. I moaned — of course, I did, and I didn’t even notice that while I was orgasming, his hands began to grip tighter on my breasts. As his fingers dug into my flesh and pulled me closer to him, my slow descent from the peak took place. Only at that moment, did I notice that the inside of my vagina felt warm like his penis was swimming inside of me.

  Slightly out of breath, and still feeling the glow from our interaction, I leaned down to kiss his face.

  “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

  “No,” he said, “Thank you. I’ve been wanting to fuck you like that ever since we worked out that one day.”

  “No shit,” I laughed, “You too?”

  Now it was his turn to laugh.

  Things grew serious between the two of us, and he brought me closer to his body.

  “Are you on the pill?” he asked, “Looking into my eyes.”

  “You came?” I said, growing silent.

  “Fuck yea,” he said. “You didn’t feel it?”

  I thought back to the moment that had just taken place, and I realized that I had felt his cock swell inside of me, and there was more liquid inside of me than there usually was during a
n orgasm. I’m a pretty heavy squirter, so it was difficult to tell. I reached a finger down between him and I and felt a warm, sticky substance slowly leaking out of my vagina from around the shaft of his dick.

  For some reason, I was more turned on than scared.

  “Looks like you’re a gambler,” I said, leaning on to tease him while grinding my hips against his.

  He laughed, and kissed me, again.

  “I take pretty good care of myself, you might want to think twice about whether or not you’re ready to take that bet,” he said.

  I began to rock my hips back and forth on top of his body, fucking him through his refractory period.

  “I’m ready for you,” I told him, in as low and intimate a way as I possibly could.

  He smiled at me and looked me in the eye.

  Now was a do or die moment for me, I felt. I needed to prove to him that I wasn’t afraid of being a woman, and so I began to grind my hips into him with purposeful intent. I felt him growing hard inside of me once more, slipping around between the fluids of our arousal.

  “My dad’s snowed in on the other side of the mountain,” I said, continuing to rock my hips up against Tom’s body. “That means you and I have all night if you’re willing to press your luck.”

  He groaned.

  “Press my luck for another fuck,” he rhymed, almost to himself. “Sounds great, though I’d prefer to interact with you without the looming figure of your dad coming between us.”

  “If I had my way,” I told him, “the only cum that would be happening between us would be from our own bodies.”

  I knew it was a corny line, but I meant it, and he could feel my sincerity. The two of us hit it off again, and began fucking once more until we collapsed in a heap of sweat, arousal and sperm; it was without a doubt, one of the most decadent nights of my life.

  This time, when we fucked, there was less suspension and more passion. We stopped trying so hard to be sexy, and each of us got raw and more visceral with the other. His hands reached up to grasp a hold of my chin and slip a finger into my open mouth. I also felt him reaching out his hand behind my ass. Tom was a man who was manicured like a gentleman, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t scratch me with his fingernails if he really wanted to leave a mark. Over the next week, when I turned around to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I would see three marks like a claw, raking against the inside of my ass cheek. The marks would remind me of when his fingers found a home and began to stretch out my anus — driving into my asshole while I pushed his cock deeper inside of my pussy.

  Tom was literally pulling me apart, from the inside out, and it was a delicious form of tension. My cunt was well fucked, but that didn’t mean that I lost any of my desire for him. The next day, I would be worn, and weary, but in that moment, drunk on our love, I didn’t care one bit. I was offering my body to him completely, and I wanted him to take me in any way he saw fit. I would have bent over and given him my asshole with pleasure, but Tom was occupying space in my vagina and showed no intention of leaving anytime soon.

  He kept pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough of me. He wanted to be inside of me, and feeling that much desire from another human being can be kind of overwhelming. I felt a beautiful sort of strain on the sides of my vagina as he began to more rigorously fuck me. He toppled me off from on top of him, so he could position himself behind me while I was bent over the couch. Within moments, he was riding my ass like a pro, with more enthusiasm and fervor than I ever thought him capable.

  I tried to moan, or cry out, but all of the sounds I made were sharp, involuntary, and spread out in a staccato pace according to Tom’s thrusts. He slapped the hell out of my ass cheeks and pulled my hair for good measure. I felt like something had awakened inside of him that was vicious, feral and incredibly sexy. I dug my feet into the ground, spread my legs, and arched my hips so that I would be as available for his cock as possible. With one thumb stuck firmly into my asshole, he pounded his cock into me, over and over — shoving the head of his dick up against the front wall of my vagina with passion. I totally lost track of where I was, and what I was doing. I only knew that I was being properly, and thoroughly fucked, and I was loving it.

  Tom leaned in toward me while pulling at the roots of my hair and shoving his dick as far inside of my cunt as possible.

  “Tell me you want it,” he said, through grit teeth, each word punctuated by a spine-jarring pounding motion.

  “Oh fuck, cum inside of me. I want your cum so badly,” I confessed. “I’ve thought about it forever, and I want your cum inside of me now!”

  I had already orgasmed seven times that evening, and I was ready for the second big event.

  “That’s my girl!” he said, slapping my ass once more, before burying his cock in between my vulva.

  He groaned, and collapsed on top of me, biting my shoulder and wrapping his arms around me in a fierce embrace. When he finally came, this time, I felt it completely. His cock swelled up inside of me, and all of the sudden, I felt a streaming rush of energy wash through my pelvis. I could feel his contractions as he pumped me full of semen. Sperm leaked out from between my cunt and his cock, and leaked down my leg, but Tom had me taken care of without me even asking for help.

  He pulled out, after shooting his load completely, and dropped me down onto the couch. He brought his mouth down to my cunt, and licked me clean, not bothering to stop until I was in a state of delirium. His mouth kissed my asshole, my lower back, and my shoulders. I wanted his mouth so badly, I put his lips against mine, and we swapped tongues. In a mixture of heat, and diffused passion, our eyes closed, and we finally fell asleep.

  .:.

  The next morning, shame, anxiety, and fear of discovery really did a number on me — more than I would have liked to admit.

  “Oh God… “ I said, scrambling out from between his legs so I could check the phone. “My Dad’s going to be home any minute.”

  I sprinted into the shower and took a few minutes to meditate on what I would say to Tom, and to my Dad if any questions were asked. I wanted to be able to handle things with a bit more grace, but I just wasn’t able to do so as easily as I thought. The entire time I was in the shower, my mind kept racing between how good it felt to have sex with him, and how legitimately scared I was that I was going to get pregnant. If I were being honest with you, it really was more of an excited form of fear than anything else. I kept thinking about whether or not I would be pregnant. I was worried, and I knew I had a right to be a bit concerned. However, there was nothing to be done now. Showers always helped me to come up with a bit of perspective. I left the shower, clean, and refreshed, ready to take on whatever the day would throw at me, but I wasn’t prepared for exactly how little would be asked of me once I emerged from the bathroom. I didn’t even have to make my own breakfast; Tom had seen to that.

  Tom was in the kitchen when I got out of the shower cooking eggs and bacon. The smell of the meat made me hungry, and I walked into the kitchen to see what he was doing. When he saw me, he turned and smiled easily, indicating with his body language and that everything was okay, and that there is nothing for me to worry about. I let myself take a deep breath, and I began to relax once more.

  "Have you heard from my dad?" I asked.

  "He's gonna be back in about half hour," Tom replied. "Some problems with the roads not been cleared, but he's on his way."

  I nodded and turns to go to where my suitcase was so I can get dressed for the day.

  I got dressed in a simple, humble outfit, and made my way into the kitchen for some food.

  "It smells great, Tom," I said.

  "I'm glad you like it," Tom replied.

  The two of us sat down to an informal breakfast, and I enjoyed the food thoroughly. We worked up quite an appetite from our time spent together the night before, and I had a bit of a hangover from the cider. Food felt good going into my body, and I was grateful that Tom had the presence of mind to realize that some f
ood was exactly what I needed in order to relax.

  After the two of us ate, I helped wash some dishes, and then Tom came over and approached me with a handwritten note and a business card.

  "This is for you," Tom said with a smile.

  "What is it?" I said, curious as to why he would be giving me a handwritten note.

  "You can read it later," he said easily. "Basically just says that making love with you last night was something that I look forward to for a long time, and I'm really happy that we share that moment."