My 5 Bosses

by Penny Wylder

  “I’m sure it’s brilliant.”

  I smile weakly and nod. Not to be cocky, but it is brilliant and I know he’ll think so too, but I’m struggling to muster up any excitement at the moment as everything comes to an end.

  “Spill it,” he says.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Remember the whole agreement we had about not lying to each other?”

  I sigh. “I’m stressed about tomorrow.”

  “The app is going to be incredible. You have nothing to be stressed about.”

  “It’s not about the app.”

  “Then what’s it about?”

  “Us.”

  “Us?”

  Tears prick my eyes and start to spill over before I can stop them. Concern changes everything about his face, turning his typically stern chiseled features into something sweet and kind.

  “Hey, what’s wrong? Please talk to me,” he says.

  My voice gets an octave higher from crying. “Working with you and the others has been the most fulfilling, wonderful experience of my life. Now it’s all going to be over. I want to keep working here at the Tap Company.”

  He pulls me into his arms, our chests pressed together. He wipes my tears away and kisses the tip of my nose. “You can keep working at the Tap Company.”

  I stare at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

  “We’ll sell the app and we’ll make another. It’s what we do.”

  “Why would you need to make another? With the offers you’re already getting in from major conglomerates, you’ll have enough money so you’ll never have to work again.”

  “You are clearly easier to satisfy than the rest of us. We’re in it for the thrill. I mean, the money is great, and it’s nice to have it as a cushion in case one of our ventures fails, but we enjoy the creative process too much to quit. And if that’s not reason enough, keeping you with us is. Do you think we’re really going to let you go that easily? We’re in love with you, Anya.”

  My tears fall harder. “I love you guys too.”

  The thought of getting to stay with the men I love makes me so happy my chest aches.

  Beck smiles and kisses my lips. It starts as just a peck, but then I open my mouth and slip my tongue into his. His hands move lower until he’s gripping my ass and pressing me against his obvious erection.

  I gasp into his mouth and grind against him until he moans. He pushes me against the counter and starts to dry hump me. It feels incredible but I want the real thing.

  “Do you think the others will be upset if we do this alone?” I ask.

  He chuckles. “I’m sure they’ll be jealous as hell, but they’ll get over it.”

  “Good, because I want you so bad right now there’s no way I’m capable of stopping myself.”

  He smiles and crushes his lips against mine. We clumsily kiss while trying to take off each other’s clothes, racing to see who reaches skin first. Everything but my red platform heels come off. His jeans and boxers stay on too, pushed down to his ankles. I’m still in awe of his amazing body. I could stare at him for hours, studying his tattoos. I wonder what they would teach me about him. He lifts me so I’m sitting on the counter.

  “I want to taste that pussy again,” he says, spreading my legs and running his tongue along my soaking wet slit. When he pulls away, there’s a string of my juices stretched from his tongue to my opening. He licks it up and dives in for more, eating me out like a starving man.

  I run my hands through his hair, messing up his perfect coif. “God, you’re so good at that,” I say, shivering.

  He looks up at me with hooded eyes and watches my face as he drives me crazy with his tongue. He sucks my clit into his mouth and lets it go with a pop before standing up in front of me.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says.

  I do what I’m told and cling to him with my legs, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lays me down on the breakroom love seat and climbs on top of me. I love the way he looks hovering over me, his hair in his eyes, the intensity in his stare. When he looks at me, I know he really does love me. There’s no other emotion that could possibly explain the look in his eyes. I think he can tell it’s the same for me because he brushes the hair from my face and says, “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

  I can’t say the same and I’m sure he knows that, because I love the others too, but that doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

  He pushes into me achingly slow, watching my reaction the entire time. Our eyes continue to lock as if we’re both afraid to miss a single moment of our interaction together. I have to admit, it’s kind of nice to be with him, just the two of us, focusing on a single face. One set of lips, one pair of hands, one cock as it thrusts in and out with silky strokes.

  His hips bear down on me, driving him deeper. The weight of his body against mine is sensual yet comforting. “God, you’re beautiful,” he says, still watching me.

  I run my nails down his back. Men have told me many sweet things over the years, but none so believable as Beck. He lifts off of me but doesn’t pull out and reaches between my legs, touching that delicate spot. My eyes roll back in my head and my legs start to twitch.

  “Come for me, baby,” he whispers in a velvety deep voice.

  He knows exactly where to touch to obliterate me. I open my mouth, but no words come out, just desperate, needy sounds.

  His smile slays me. It has the power to take me out. I’m over. I’m gone. I’m his forever.

  “That’s it, isn’t it? That’s the spot,” he says, moving his fingers faster over my clit. He starts to fuck me faster, knowing I’m on the brink of destruction and that he’s about to blow my mind into a thousand little pieces.

  I’m mute. Seized by pleasure, paralyzed in this euphoria. His fingers move faster and faster, his hips thrusting harder and harder until this feeling building up inside goes off like a cannon and I cry out his name.

  My body spasms, arched and rigid, which in any other setting might look like a seizure.

  “That’s my girl,” Beck says as I start to come down. He kisses my breasts and lays his head against my chest.

  My breath shivers out of me. “You’re incredible,” I say.

  His laughter vibrates against my ribs. “I can do better when I’m not so tired. Why don’t we go home and get some sleep and I’ll do better tomorrow. We have a big day ahead of us.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Seven

  The day of the tech expo is hectic to say the least. The building is packed with people showing off the latest technology. The guys and I scramble to gather everything that Beck will need to give the presentation to the interested buyers. By now everyone in the business has seen the new graphic, and so far, everyone loved it—especially the crowd when it went online with the other start-up companies presenting. Ours seems to be the one everybody flocks to.

  We watch, excited as lines form at our booth, people seeking out more information about the app and the company. I’ve made pamphlets with our new graphic and all the information that goes into it. I’ve heard several people ask Beck about the Tap Company’s graphic artist. It feels so good to be appreciated for my work, especially when there are so many other incredible talented graphic artists in the room. Just to be on the same level as them is an honor. It’s a dream come true.

  We managed to snag a booth in the center of the room between giant conglomerates and mega companies. Best seat in the house for a little start-up like ours. Looking around at all the different things on display, I feel as though I’ve just stepped into the world of science fiction. It’s all so incredible and overwhelming.

  Beck looks at his watch. “It’s time, guys.”

  We glance at each other with nervous smiles. This is it.

  “You’ll kill it,” I tell him.

  “Break a leg,” Derrick says.

  “Break all your bones if it will make us rich,” Jason adds.

  I hug him and whisper
in his ear before he leaves. “Good luck.”

  We all stand around, not saying much. Then Winston says, “I’m going to go wander around and check stuff out before I end up chewing the nails off my fingers.”

  “Me too,” Trey says, already heading toward the video games.

  “I want to check out what the other graphic artists are up to these days,” I say.

  “I’ll go with you.” Derrick says.

  We part ways with the others and search out the graphic arts center. Along the way Derrick says, “You were at the office late last night.” He gives me a strange smile.

  “I was doing some last minute work on the graphic for the app.”

  He gives me a sideways look. “That’s not all you were doing.”

  I bite back my smile. “Did Beck tell you?”

  “No, we saw it for ourselves.”

  I look at him, shocked. “How?”

  “We have the latest in office security set up. Lots of cameras.” He gives me a flirty wink and says, “Lots of interesting angles.”

  I laugh.

  “So, since Beck gets one-on-one time with you, the rest of us have decided we would like some time with you alone as well.”

  “Oh really.”

  “Yes.”

  “Should we make up some kind of schedule for which day each of you gets a turn with me?” I say playfully.

  He shrugs. “That might work. But since we’re alone together now, might as well make the best of it. I don’t know about you, but I could use some stress relief.”

  “Now?” I say, confused. “Here?”

  “Why not?”

  I look around for some place to go, but I don’t see anything. This place is busy. But the one thing I don’t see much of is women. Which surprises me, because I love tech and I know a ton of women do too, but it’s still very much dominated by men.

  “Come on,” I say, taking him by the hand.

  We go to the back of the building where there aren’t too many people. There are bathrooms everywhere, but this one seems to see less traffic than the others. I go into the women’s bathroom to make sure none of the stalls are occupied, then I drag him inside.

  He laughs as I pull him to the stall in the very back corner. I cover his mouth with my hand, shushing him.

  Once we’re in the stall, I shut the door and lock it, immediately getting to the business at hand. The pants and body suit I’m wearing are far too complicated to take off for a bathroom quickie, so my time alone with Derrick is going to be all about him. I unbutton his pants. I have to stretch the elastic on his boxers to pull them down over his hard cock. Then I get down on my knees. Goosebumps prickle across his skin as I take his length in my hand. The skin on his cock is as soft as satin, but underneath all that velvet is a hammer.

  A shiver rolls through him when I suck his balls into my wet mouth. I roll them around on my tongue, licking and tugging gently at the loose skin. He makes a strangled sound as I lick my way up his long shaft, gliding my tongue across the sensitive area on the underside of the head.

  I then take him between my lips. He cradles my head in his hands, holding it steady before slowly pushing deeper in. He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He rubs my neck, loosening those strained muscles before attempting to push further down into my throat. This time I’m able to take more of him. But there’s a lot. He’s not as thick as the others, but it’s long and not easy to swallow. He feeds it to me slowly until I’ve taken the entire thing. He backs out quickly until only the head remains, the does it all over again, building speed with each forward motion until my gag reflex is no longer triggered.

  “You’re so fucking hot with my cock down your throat,” he says, really picking up the pace now, vigorously fucking my mouth. It makes sexy, wet, slurping noises each time he plunges into my face.

  “You like sucking dick, don’t you?” he asks.

  “Mmhmm,” I respond. Tears from being deep throated spill down the sides of my face. My makeup will be ruined, but it’s worth it.

  He opens his mouth to say something else, but then suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and a group of chatty women come in. Derrick freezes and tries to pull out of my mouth, but I keep my lips latched onto him and continue to suck him off and fondle his balls. There’s something about the chance of getting caught that really gets me going. I like the idea of being watched.

  The more I suck, the more relaxed Derrick becomes. The women don’t seem to realize anyone is in the bathroom with them, or they don’t care. They just continue to chat and talk about the different displays. They talk about the Tap app and how cute the dog graphic is. I look up at Derrick and he gives my nose a playful pinch as if to say, “Hey, they’re talking about you.”

  “I’m going to come,” he whispers so only I can hear him.

  I start to bob faster. The women walk out just as he lets out a deep moan and releases into my mouth with jerking motions. I swallow what I can and lick up what spills onto my chin.

  “That was close,” he says, out of breath.

  “Not close enough,” I say, grinning.

  He laughs. “God, I love you,” he says playfully and wipes a spot of left over cum off my cheek.

  “I know,” I say, and take him by the hand. We leave the bathroom and go explore the rest of the convention.

  Eight

  An hour later, Derrick and I get a text from Beck and we go back to the booth to meet up with the others. Beck’s eyes are wide and wild-looking and he seems ready to jump out of his skin.

  “What’s going on?” I say.

  “Where have you guys been?” Trey says to us, not answering my question. “We looked everywhere for you.”

  Derrick’s smile beams. “Did you try the women’s bathroom?”

  “Wha … oh,” Trey says when it dawns on him. “I call dibs next.”

  “You can figure it out later, right now I have some news,” Beck says.

  He’s holding something in his hand, an envelope. On the front it says Sales Receipt. My heart gives a sudden jolt. “It sold?” I ask.

  Beck’s smile lights up the entire building. “It sold.”

  He hands me the envelope. My hands shake as I open it. They all look over my shoulder to see what it says. When I open it, at first I think I’m looking at some kind of account number and then I realize there’s a dollar sign in front of it.

  I cough out a laugh, my knees turning to jelly. I lean against Winston’s big frame for support.

  “Holy shit, that’s a lot of zeros,” I say.

  All at once we burst into hysterical laughter. Jason and Trey jump around. Beck lifts me into the air and spins me. People are staring but we don’t care. Nothing is going to stop our celebration.

  “You guys are millionaires now,” I say in awe. When I started they could barely keep the electricity on. I’ve never dated anyone who earned an actual living wage and now I’m dating five wealthy men.

  “What do you mean by ‘you guys?’” Beck says in air quotes. The others look at me, bewildered.

  I point to the check. “Just what I said.”

  “Might want to add yourself to that statement, because we’re dividing this check six ways.”

  “What? But I only did the graphics. You guys were the ones who did all the coding. You’re the ones who came up with the idea.”

  “And you’re part of the team that led us to victory,” Beck says.

  “You’re our girl,” Jason says. “Without the logo, it would just be an unappealing green box. You helped just as much as the rest of us did.”

  “But … but …” I stammer.

  “No buts,” Winston says. “You earned this. Now let’s go celebrate.”

  It’s hard for me to catch my breath. Before I came to San Francisco I was struggling to make ends meet. I was neck deep in student debt and trying to make a name for myself. With this money I can buy my dream home. I can buy five of my dream homes. I have everything I could possibly want, includin
g five of the most amazing guys in the world.

  “Yeah,” I say, tingling all over. “Let’s go celebrate.”

  We go to a nice restaurant on the pier and eat our weight in fresh seafood. The boys order oysters for me, and at first I’m confused because they all seem very adamant about me eating them until Derrick starts talking about there not being any actual scientific evidence that oysters are an aphrodisiac. Now I see where this is going and I’m totally on board.

  “Boys, no need for oysters. I’m always in the mood,” I say, already starting to get wet just thinking about having all of them again.

  “You think you’re ready for round three with the Tap Company?” Jason says.

  “More than ready,” I assure him.

  “Are you sure about that?” Winston says. “This time the training wheels come off. You’ll get everything we got.”

  “Try me,” I say.

  Beck lets out a low whistle.

  Trey laughs and says, “Little girl, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

  “I can take anything you give me,” I say, cocky.

  Derrick sits back and nods approvingly. “I’m pretty sure you’ll tap out, but I like your confidence.”

  I stand up and grab my purse. “Let’s see what you got, and it better be good. All this talk has me dripping wet.”

  Jason raises his hand. “Check please.”

  On the car ride home, the boys have me stripped down to just my panties and nothing else, which is crazy, because Beck’s SUV doesn’t have tinted windows and anyone driving by can see everything. There’s a lot of touching, but no penetration of any kind just yet. They’re getting me ready for the big event. We finally pull up in front of the apartment. A man walking his dog does a double take when I get out of the car with hardly any clothes on and five men following behind me. This should get the neighbors talking.

  The guy rubber-necks for a better look, but my guys surround me protectively. Winston, with all his width and weight, stares the man down and says, “Look away, buddy. She’s ours.”