Dirty Boss

by Mia Ford

  I nodded my thanks and then chugged the rest of my beer, hoping the alcohol would hit me sooner, rather than later. This was supposed to be a night of celebration and fun – not a bunch of moping around feeling sorry for myself, depressing shit.

  Nick's phone buzzed and he excused himself to go outside to talk to his wife, leaving just Bryan and me at the table.

  “So how did you meet? You and your girl?” I asked, hoping to take the attention off of me.

  “Oh, umm, well Melissa and I went to college together,” Bryan said, adjusting his glasses.

  He looked around, a strange expression on his face, almost like he was hoping Nick would be back to alleviate the awkwardness of the conversation and atmosphere hovering over the table. We had never really been all that close back in the day. And it seemed that the years between our last visit had only pushed us further apart.

  And a few moments later, Bryan got his wish. At least for a moment.

  “Hey guys, that was Beth,” he said, a sheepish grin on his face. “She's not feeling well and our youngest is acting up, so she needs me at home. I'm really sorry, Drew. I was hoping to get a chance to hang out a bit longer.”

  “Nah, no problem,” I said.

  We said our goodbyes and Nick departed, leaving just Bryan and me. As if things at the table couldn't be any more tense and awkward.

  “I don't envy that guy one fucking bit,” I said, watching Nick leave. “Tied down like that, you know?”

  Bryan didn't say anything.

  “Oh right, you're getting married,” I said. “Well, just don't be like that guy. Live a little, have some fun –”

  Bryan was already standing up and putting on his coat, before Nick had even walked out the door. “You know, Drew? I have to be going too. I have an early meeting at work tomorrow –”

  “Oh, yeah, right. Okay.” I said, rolling my eyes as I finished off my beer – and then downed the rest of Nick's beer for good measure.

  “Happy birthday, man. I'm sorry we couldn't stay out longer. Responsibilities, you know? Life really sucks sometimes”

  As if I didn't know a thing or two about responsibilities. I may not have the house with the white picket fence and the mortgage to go along with it, but that didn't mean I didn't know a thing or two about responsibilities. I didn't even thank Bryan, just let him walk off, leaving me alone on the patio.

  Yeah, happy fucking birthday to me.

  ooo000ooo

  “I want to close out my tab,” I said, leaning over the counter so the bartender could hear me.

  “Already?” the man joked. “It's not even –”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said, trying to not be irritable with the guy. “My friends are assholes, but what can I do? Can't force those pricks to hang out with me.”

  The bartender nodded, gave me a tight smile, and then got to work closing out my tab. I was leaning against the bar waiting, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman standing near the bar – alone. I turned to get a look at her and saw that she wasn't just any old ordinary woman – she was someone who was smoking hot and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

  Her auburn hair was long, flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. She had curves in all the right places – hot tits, a small little waist and from what I had to imagine with the package I could see, she had a nice tight little ass too. She was the entire smokin' hot, gorgeous package. Her gaze slowly slid over to me and she smiled. It was the shy smile of a woman who appreciated the attention but might have been a little uncomfortable with it.

  “Hold up, man,” I told the bartender as I walked over the woman.

  She was leaning against the bar with no friends – and even more importantly, no boyfriend – in sight. She kept my eyes fixed on me as I made my way over to her. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth, but she didn't seem to mind the way my eyes roamed all over, taking in her figure as I walked her way. She was wearing a short skirt – one that fell right above her knees and showed off a pair of killer legs in a pair of stiletto heels.

  When I finally reached her, she smiled at me as she sipped her cocktail, her eyes checking me out over the top of the glass. Lucky for me, her glass was nearly empty.

  I motioned for the bartender. “Can you get this lady another? On me, of course,” I said.

  “Now why would you go and do a thing like that?” she asked. “How do you know I want another? Seems a little presumptuous if you ask me.”

  I shrugged. “I don't,” I said. “Just trying to be neighborly.”

  She gave me a coy look as the bartender delivered her drink – some fancy martini of sorts. Nothing too fruity and sweet for this girl apparently.

  She took a sip of her new drink and smiled at me. “How do you know I don't have a boyfriend in the bathroom, who is going come out at any second and kick your ass for talking to me?”

  “Kick my ass?” I let out a low whistle. “I'm almost scared.”

  She laughed. “Presumptuous and cocky,” she said. “You're off to a great start.”

  I shrugged. “I mean, he can try, of course. But good luck to him if he does. But there's no way anyone is kicking my ass. Sorry, it's not cocky. It's just a fact.”

  “Oh?” She raised an eyebrow as she looked over at me. “Just a fact, huh? Wow, you really are pretty cocky.”

  “Not cocky when it's true,” I said with a laugh. “Ex-military. I tend to have an upper hand in most fights.”

  I wasn't throwing around the military bit to impress her – though, if it worked, kudos to me. But I did watch her facial expression. Just to see if what I'd said had any effect on her whatsoever.

  Her face remained neutral.

  “So when did you get back to the Bay Area, soldier boy?” she asked. “Been away long?”

  “Too long, if you ask me. Too fucking long. I feel like I've lost touch and my connection with everyone and everything here,” I said a split second before realizing that it was too much information too fast and changed the subject. “So what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone out at a bar?”

  “Oh I dunno,” she said, parting those perfectly red lips and nibbling on her lower one gently, “Maybe I like hanging out at places like this to bring comfort and joy to all the lonely men who also have no one to go home to.”

  “Perfect, because I definitely don't have anyone to go home to,” I said. “I think that qualifies me for your services.”

  The way she looked at me – as if I was a piece of meat – took me by surprise. She looked me up and down, an approving look in her eye as she slowly returned her gaze back to my face.

  God, it had been so long. Too fucking long since a woman had looked at me the way she was looking at me. It had been too fucking long since I'd last been with a woman. I was horny as hell and this sexy little thing standing in front of me was pretty much begging for me to take her home.

  It seemed like a dream come true. A kick ass birthday present from the gods.

  It seemed like it was too good to be true. Which meant that there had to be a catch, right?

  AMELIA

  He didn't have to know my reasons. He didn't even have to know my name. When I set out for the bar that night, I had one goal in mind – to find a man to sleep with. That's all I wanted, all I needed, and all I was looking for.

  I needed my rebound boy and something that was about as far from serious as I could get. All I wanted was someone to have a little fun with – someone to remind myself that I was worthy, sexy, and desirable. And well, because it had been too long since I'd been with anyone other than my scumbag ex, Charlie. I thought that maybe hooking up with somebody new, if only for a night, might help cleanse that palate a bit.

  He looked a little sceptical, as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but we walked out of that bar together and he called a cab. We talked, yes – inconsequential small talk, for the most part – but I never caught his name and never told him mine. Names didn't matter. I didn't need to know anything about
him and he didn't need to know anything about me. We both needed something from each other – something one hot, passionate night of sex would accomplish.

  A hot, passionate night of sex with no strings or attachments, of course. That wasn't what this was about.

  We got to his place – a house that seemed much too large for a single man like him. Having a house in the Bay Area was hard enough as it was thanks to the rising home values, so I was impressed. But I didn't ask him any questions. I didn't want or need to know. He was ex-military and had a smokin' hot body – that was all I needed to know. He'd been away, had probably seen some horrible shit, seemed to be having a crap night at that bar, and just needed to get laid. Nothing wrong with that.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he asked as I stared at the fireplace.

  The mantle – like the walls in his place – was empty, no pictures or personal touches in sight. It looked so barren and cold. Sterile. It was almost like he'd never moved in fully or he was hoping to move out soon. The place just had the feel of a single guy who had one foot out the door. Might be why he was alone, I thought to myself.

  “No thanks,” I said softly.

  He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck. I felt his erection pressing into my ass as he planted a line of kisses down the length of my neck. He moved slow and was cautious – almost like he expected me to stop him. But I pressed my ass into him, rubbing it against his tight jeans and felt him grow harder against me.

  “You like this?” he muttered in my ear.

  “Mmmm, yes,” I said.

  He flipped me around so I was facing him now, and he lowered his face to mine, kissing me. The stubble along his jawline scratched at my face. I was only used to having Charlie's clean-shaven face pressed to mine, but the difference felt nice. Everything about him was different than my ex – from the way he touched me, to the way he smelled. It was an entirely different experience from the get go, and I was grateful for that. It was exactly what I was looking for.

  I tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer to me as I walked backward toward the couch. I worked at his buttons as he slipped my shirt over my head, exposing my perky breasts encased in a purple Victoria Secret lacy push up bra.

  “Damn, you're so fucking sexy,” he said, his gaze falling on my cleavage.

  “You're not so bad yourself,” I said, undoing the last button and letting his shirt fall to the floor.

  His chest and abs were rock solid. I'd never laid eyes on a perfect six pack in person, until that moment, and it was every bit as glorious as one would imagine. Tattoos covered his torso and arms - I couldn't make them all out, not in the darkness of the room, but I saw an anchor on his chest, front and center. Made me think I had a Navy boy on my hands. Charlie wasn't somebody who enjoyed working out and I couldn't recall ever being with a man this fit. But then, this was my first military man. There's a first time for everything. And I licked my lips, looking forward to indulging in new experiences.

  I dropped down to my knees, just yearning to kiss those perfect abs, and worked at his belt while I was in the neighborhood. He helped me, and before long, his pants joined his shirt in a heap on the floor. I stared at his cock – long, hard and straight, poking out at me from his boxers. His delicious looking cock, like his physique, was absolutely perfect. I couldn't help but stare, my mouth agape, as I took in the beauty before me.

  I couldn't help but touch him – I stared in awe as I ran my hands over those abs. Eventually, I took his cock in my hand, squeezing it tight and stroking it gently before eventually, sliding it into my mouth. I couldn't take him all the way in, he was too long and too thick, so I stroked him with one hand as I sucked on the tip. He groaned, his eyes partially closed as he stared down at me while I licked and sucked on that glorious dick of his.

  But he wouldn't let me do this for long. He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me, long and hard, as he motioned for me to lay back. Together, we fell to the couch, him on top of me and he kissed my mouth again as he pressed himself against me. I spread my legs and with one hand, he reached down and slipped my panties off – tossing them onto the ever-growing pile of clothing on the floor. Something I took to be the mark of a successful evening.

  Before I even had time to ask him to put on a condom, he was inside of me. One thrust and he was sheathed deep inside of me completely, and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head from the surprise. I let out a gasp, but it wasn't a gasp of pain – it was one of complete and utter bliss. All thoughts of condoms and safe sex suddenly evaporated – all thought of anything really – and I was nothing more than a bundle of sensation.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing upward to meet his thrusts. Each and every one of his deep strokes pulled a moan from my throat, and he held himself above me, moving in and out of me like a pro, like a man who really knew his way around a woman's body. He was glistening with sweat, a look of pure rapture upon his face, and his every muscle at work as he fucked me and it was a glorious sight.

  His eyes were squeezed nearly shut as he was lost in the moment, but I watched his facial expressions closely, enjoying the look on his face as he fucked me. I could feel myself growing tighter, the pleasure intensifying as I shuddered against him. He was sheathed inside of me, and my muscles clenched tightly around his cock.

  “Jesus,” he said, his head falling forward. “You're so fucking tight. I'm not sure how long I can last.”

  Truthfully, I wasn't sure either. Not with how fucking amazing he felt inside of me. From the sounds coming from his throat, I knew he was close – so very close – and so was I. But he stopped, suddenly, pulling his dick out of me as he grabbed me by my hair. I was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment, I barely had time to register the fact that he was turning me over until he bent me over the armrest of the couch. My ass was in the air and I looked back at him just as he buried himself deep inside of me again, without so much as a warning.

  “Holy fuck,” he said, grabbing onto my ass and lifting me toward him.

  My entire body was convulsing by that point. I was a rag doll, entirely at the whim of his movement as he held me there, moving in and out of me with such precision and speed. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room. My mind was spinning and before I knew what was happening, I was gripping onto the couch and holding on for dear life, crying out in pleasure.

  “Oh God!” over and over again since I didn't know his name.

  His nails were buried into the flesh of my ass as he pummelled himself deep inside of me one last time, sending my body bucking wildly against him, squirming against him as I came hard. Harder than I had in a long time – if ever.

  My whole body felt like it was on fire. I needed this. Oh, God, I needed this tonight. After years of terrible sex with Charlie, to be fucked by someone like this guy – whatever his name was – had been a blessing. More than I'd hoped for when I set out on my mission earlier in the evening. And he was driving me absolutely wild.

  I could tell by his frantic, nearly frenzied movements that he was close – and I remembered at the last minute about the lack of a condom. I was on the pill, so pregnancy was not a concern for me. And it was already too late to worry about any diseases really, so I did the only thing I could do – I just pushed myself backward into him, taking him deeper inside of me one last time as he spilled his seed, cumming inside of me with one, long, loud animalistic groan.

  And afterward, he just held me there for a few moments, still laying on top of me, still sheathed inside of me. We both relaxed against each other as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He gently put my feet back down on the ground and helped me stand up, sliding out of me as I did. His cum slid down my legs as I got to my feet, and I had to admit, it was pretty damn hot.

  “Follow me,” he said, taking me by the hand.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, my legs feeling a bit wobbly.

  “To bed,” he said. “But ju
st to sleep, I swear.”

  I wanted to argue with him, to tell him I should get going. Staying overnight with somebody hadn't been my plan, hadn't been what I'd set out to do that evening, and it would be awkward to wake up next to him in the morning. But I was so tired, I wasn't sure I could even get dressed. And sleep, letting my body rest for a bit, sounded absolutely wonderful at the moment.

  We curled up, naked, in his bed, our bodies, still slick with the sweat from our exertions, pressed together. He wrapped his arms around my waist as we spooned – an awkward position when you hardly know a person. I appreciated the cuddling, but deep down, it all felt so odd to me. This was the first time I'd ever slept with someone like this – my first one night stand – and I was so confused as to whether this was normal or not. I eventually drifted off to sleep, but I didn't sleep well. I kept waking up disoriented, not sure of where I was at, and feeling out of place.

  Eventually, around four that morning, I'd had enough. He was snoring away, in a deep sleep, and I figured it was probably the best time to sneak out. I'd call a cab and catch a ride home before he woke up, sparing us both the awkwardness of the morning after, of having to make conversation. Hell, we didn't even know each other's names – could it be any more awkward?

  Before leaving the bedroom, I looked back at him, resting peacefully and had to smile. He was gorgeous, so incredibly sexy, and we'd shared something last night. There was a connection between us – at least on a physical level. Our bodies had communicated in a way that we hadn't been able to verbally.

  It was most definitely something I wouldn't soon forget. He'd given me more than an orgasm; he'd helped me realize that there were other men out there. Men who would find me desirable. Sexy, even. Charlie, wasn't it for me, and I deserved better. I could have thanked him for that – but I wasn't going to stick around to do that. I wanted to be long gone before he ever woke up.

  I slipped quietly from his bedroom and moved on tiptoes down the hall. I picked up my clothes from the living room floor and quickly got dressed. Once I'd dressed and had slipped out of his house, I'd called for a cab.