Bossy Brothers: Alonzo

by JA Huss

  “Lonnie. Shut up and play by the rules. No breaking character.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Whew,” she says, twirling her cami in the air on one finger and then letting it go so it splashes up against my chest. “Naked feels good.” She reaches behind her, unclasps her bra and lets that drop to the floor at her feet. Then she pops the button on her pants and starts wiggling them over her hips in a seductive stripper way, her tits bouncing as she does this, her nipples peaking up into tight little bunches.

  I begin to jerk off more intently.

  She slips the pants down to her thighs, then turns around and bends over, giving me a perfect view of her pussy as she slides them over her knees and they fall to the floor. She pivots on the balls of her feet, grinning at me, and then steps out of her pants completely bare.

  “I like naked time. What do you usually do?” She saunters up to me, pressing her breasts against my chest and placing her hands on both my shoulders.

  I stare down at her and she blinks her eyes, waiting for my response.

  “Uh… I usually get a massage.”

  She looks down at my cock, which is not fully hard, then removes my hand from my shaft and replaces it with hers. “Let me help you with that while you look over my report. I hope I did a good job. I would hate for you to be disappointed.”

  I glance down at the junk mail, almost snicker, but catch it just in time. She will surely chastise me if I break character again.

  She’s pumping her hand up and down the shaft of my cock in a very deliberate motion. Squeezing it just enough to mimic the tightening of pussy muscles during a real fuck. For some reason I flash back to the last time we had a real phone fuck. When she was blowing that dildo like it was really my cock.

  I look down at the junk mail again. “Oh. Wow.”

  “What’s wrong?” she coos.

  “This… this is bad, Miss Sunshine. I’m… I really don’t know what to say. You know, when I gave you this job I told you what I expected. And you assured me you could write reports like a champ. But this… I’m sorry, Miss Sunshine. I’m gonna have to let you go.”

  She lowers herself to her knees, eyes trained on mine. She kisses the tip of my cock and then her tongue darts out and gives it a little lick. “I can do better. All you have to do is tell me what you want. I’m very good at following directions.”

  I make a face and shake my head. “No. No, Miss Sunshine, you’re really not. I’ve told you dozens of times how I’d like these reports done. And you willfully refuse to follow my directions. I’m afraid you’ll have to go. Unless…”

  “Unless?” She’s still looking up at me, still casually kissing the tip of my cock, her tongue still swirling around it as her hand continues to squeeze my shaft.

  I want to fuck her whole face right now. And come all over her tits.

  “I’ve been far too lenient with you. You need to be disciplined. But I’m afraid even that won’t help your blatant disobedience. So… no. I’m going to have to let you go.”

  “Please, no.” She blinks her eyes at me. “I will take whatever punishment you wish to deliver. Without comment or questions.”

  Hmm. Well, this is new. And fun. And hot.

  “OK, Miss Sunshine. I will give you one more chance to prove your commitment to this firm.” I grab her arm and pull her up to her feet. “Come with me.”

  I lead her over to the couch and take a seat. Then pat my thigh. “Bend over my knee, Miss Sunshine.”

  She pouts but does as she’s told, carefully placing herself across my lap so her bottom is in the perfect position for my right hand to spank her. “Will it hurt?” she whines.

  “Yes. Yes, Miss Sunshine, I’m going to make sure it hurts.”

  “Lonnie?” She breaks character with a deadpan voice.

  I smack her ass. Hard.

  “Ow! You’re not really—”

  I smack her again.

  “Lonnie!”

  I can’t help it. I laugh.

  “You dick!”

  “Shhh. Quiet, Miss Sunshine. Or I’ll use my cock as a gag and stuff it in your mouth.”

  She flips me the finger and I smack her again. This sets her off and she almost wiggles her way off my lap. But I catch her and pull her back in place. “Stop. I’m not going to hit you very hard.”

  “We’ve never discussed this kind of thing.”

  “Fair. OK. So… you wanna stop? Or keep going?” I slide two fingers down between her ass cheeks and slip them inside her pussy. Which, I might add, is already wet.

  She sighs.

  “Just… relax. It’s gonna be fun. I promise. I read a book on this shit once…”

  She looks over her shoulder at me with an astonished expression. “A book?”

  “Books are good tools. You know this.”

  “A book?”

  “I’m kidding, sunshine. I actually went through a BDSM phase back in my early twenties.”

  Her eyebrows pop up. “Really? So why’d you stop?”

  “And… that’s a topic for another day.”

  “No, really, why?”

  “Same secret shit, Tare. I don’t want to think about that stuff now. I just want to play with your ass for a while. Do you want to keep going or not?”

  She drops her head and her hair flops over to the side, brushing against my leg. I really want her to say yes. Because having her ass up in my lap is starting to drive me a little wild.

  “I do. Keep going.”

  I smack her immediately.

  “Ow! You said not hard!”

  “That was before you doubted me.”

  “Dick.” She giggles.

  “Now go back in character. I’m digging my new assistant Miss Sunshine. She’s sexy.”

  And then I smack her again.

  But before she can protest my finger begins to play with her clit.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - TARA

  Even after two years of dirty phone fucks, I would never have pegged Lonnie for a spanker.

  But his alter ego, Alonzo? One look at that dude and you just know he gets off on cherry-red ass cheeks.

  My skin is hot from the sting of his hand. And I don’t have to see my ass to know those cheeks are most definitely red.

  But when his fingers slip between my legs and press up inside me, I begin to forget all about the sting. And the pad of his fingertip rubbing my clit in a small circular motion almost makes me lose myself in the pleasure.

  “That’s better, my sunshine.”

  He’s been calling me sunshine ever since we started talking on the phone two years ago. It wasn’t because of my disposition or my face. Because he had only seen one obscure profile pic back then. No, he said it was because of my voice. He said it reminded him of a bright sunny day on the beach. And every time he came home from work and got to hear my voice, he pictured a day at the beach.

  That’s what he used to say. Tara, talking to you is like spending a day at the beach.

  His fingers withdraw and his hand comes down on my ass one more time. For a moment all I feel is hard, stinging heat. But then he’s massaging me again. My ass cheek is gently rubbed with the palm of his hand. And his other hand traces a line up my spine, starting in the small of my back and continuing all the way up to the back of my neck. Then over the top of my head until his thumb gently caresses a circle between my eyes.

  My whole body tingles with these disparate sensations happening on opposite ends of my body.

  “Don’t fall asleep.”

  I almost laugh. “Not a chance.”

  “Liar. You’re dozing off right now.”

  “It’s your fault I’m so relaxed. I thought you were punishing me?”

  “This is all part of my evil plan.”

  I giggle. “Is it?”

  “Yeah. Because now you know how skilled I am at making you feel good. I could fire you, Miss Sunshine. I could boot your ass out the door at any time. And then you’d spend the rest of your life wishing for one more cha
nce at Mr. Derringer’s firm.”

  I know this is a game and he’s only saying that to kinda stay in character, but this imagery works. What if he kicked me out of his life? What if this doesn’t work out? Will I think back on this day and wish for a second chance?

  “Get up, Tara. And sit in my lap.”

  I can’t tell if we’re still playing the game or not, but it no longer matters. I want to follow this command—without question or hesitation—because I know there’s a reward for me at the end.

  I get up, turn towards him, and place both hands on the curve of his muscular shoulders. Then straddle his lap and lower myself down onto his legs.

  His eyes track down to my pussy. He unconsciously licks his lips and then raises his gaze to land on mine. His eyes are catching the light from a low-level lamp in the corner of the room, making them look gold for a moment. I want to get lost in those eyes. I want to dive into them and live in his soul.

  “Play with yourself, Tara. Show me where it feels good.”

  But I do him one better. I take his fingers and guide them to the sweet spot between my legs, never taking my eyes from his. I begin to use his fingers to rub myself, pushing them down a little so the tips can slip inside me and scoop up some of my glistening wet juices. Then I bring them back up to my clit and resume.

  He takes my hand—never letting his gaze wander from mine—and begins to rub his long, thick shaft. It’s lying across his stomach. A long, fat cock that makes me tingle with anticipation when I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.

  His hand wraps around mine and begins to move up and down. Guiding me in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He tightens his grip just as I push his fingers up inside me and use them to fuck myself.

  I jerk him a little harder but he grips my hand and forces me to slow down.

  “What’s wrong?” I coo. “Getting a little too excited?”

  “There’s no such thing as too excited with you, Tara. If you make me come before you do then I’ll just have to pleasure you in other ways.”

  “Oh? Tell me more.”

  “Well, I haven’t had the pleasure of eating you out yet. I could make you sit on my face and fuck my chin until you come in my mouth.”

  “Jesus. That sounds fun.”

  “Wanna give it a try?”

  “But I didn’t make you come yet.”

  “By all means, Miss Sunshine. Make me come any time you want.”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “No,” he whispers. “Just a wish.”

  I sigh past my smile. I think I love this man. And I want to make him come. Not because there’s a promise of something dirty when I do, but just because I want him to feel good.

  We’ve talked dirty to each other so much I’m not sure there’s anything left to say. I’ve told him countless times that his cock is big and fat. That his eyes are beautiful. That his words are spoken lust. And he’s told me that my pussy is tight, and wet, and hot, and my tits are big, and my ass is round.

  We’ve said all that. Long before we really knew if those words were even true.

  But there’s been a lot left unsaid too.

  And I’d like to say those things now.

  I raise the hand between my legs and reach up to cup the side of his face. His cheek is sandpaper-rough with a day’s worth of stubble. He smiles at me and I smile back. “You’re a good man, Alonzo.”

  “What?” He chuckles.

  “I can tell. I get it. I don’t know you. Not the real you. Not yet. But I can tell you’re a good man. You love your family and your work. You think hard about things. You have this internal moral compass that points you in the general direction of good.”

  “Just the general direction, huh?”

  “Yeah. Because you get it, Lonz. You get that there’s a messy middle in between right and wrong. There’s a line, sure. But it’s measured in degrees. And you might be on one side or another at any given time, but you’re always… close enough.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  I nod as my hand begins to pump him just a little faster. Squeeze just a little harder. I lean forward until my lips lightly—gently—brush against his. We kiss. No tongue. Just a kiss. Just lips. Just lust. Just love.

  But his cock is between us, pressing up against his stomach on one side and mine on the other. Both our hands on it. Working it. Moving it. And my breasts are pressed up against his beautifully muscled chest covered in hand-drawn art. Right in the face of the Viking sailor and his Valkyrie siren.

  His fingers are still between my legs, pressing against the opening of my pussy and massaging my clit. His other hand stops helping me jerk him and he raises it to the side of my face, just the way I did his. He cups my cheek and stares into my soul. “You’re so much better than me.”

  “Not true,” I whisper.

  “It is true. And that’s how it should be. I want a woman who knows more than I do. I want a woman who can guide me as I straddle that line between right and wrong. I want a partner like that and I found her in you.”

  I want him to come. So bad. And I want him to do it inside me. All that dirty talk of hand jobs and fucking his chin—good stuff, no doubt. But I want something better than good right now.

  I want amazing.

  So I lift my hips up and place the tip of his cock at my opening. He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them again so he can look me in the eyes when I sink down on his dick and let him fill me up.

  We both moan at the same time. My hands find his shoulders as I begin to rock my hips back and forth across his lap, lifting up and sinking down without breaking the rhythm. His hands find my hips, gripping my flesh. Grabbing on to me like he never wants to let go.

  That’s what I need right now.

  Someone who holds on tight and never lets go.

  He begins to lift me up, helping me fuck him. Higher and higher he raises my hips until the tip of his long cock almost falls out. But then, just before that happens, he slams me back down, my ass cheeks smacking his bare thighs, over and over again. I moan and lean in to kiss him with an open mouth. Our tongues eager for each other now as we fuck harder, and faster, and with more and more urgency until we are nothing but hard breathing, and racing hearts, and panting moans.

  He grabs my hair and pulls it, forcing my head backwards so he can nip at the sensitive skin along my collar bone. I dig my nails into the hard, round muscles of his shoulders, dragging them down his arm as I bounce my tits in his face.

  It’s a hard fuck, but the sentiments between us are soft.

  And then I feel the climax within me. Crawling and weaving its way through a maze of passion, and lust, and emotion, and longing, and every other thing I’ve never had before, but seem to have found now…

  And then it’s out.

  This time, when I come, it doesn’t originate from my clit, or my pussy, or the tingling of my tits.

  Alonzo Dumas fucks me for the first time today and I can tell the difference.

  Because this time my climax comes from my soul.

  He moans. “You sexy little fucking siren. Squeeze my cock with your pussy, sunshine.”

  And then I do something I’ve never done before. I come again.

  Another level of pleasure—heightened this time—washes over me. Not in a wave, but a fucking tsunami.

  I open my mouth and a primal scream escapes.

  One I’ve only heard in my own sexual fantasies.

  It’s a song, I realize.

  His song.

  The one I will use to call him home from this day forward.

  And it works immediately. Like magic. Because I feel his cock pulse inside me. Spilling his hot, creamy semen. I keep fucking him for a few moments, just long enough to make that white, milky come mix with my own release. And then I raise my hips up. High enough so that his cock slips out.

  I look Alonzo Dumas in the eyes as I scramble off his lap and get to my knees between his legs.

  He opens his mouth when he r
ealizes what I’m going to do.

  Maybe to tell me to stop?

  Or maybe not.

  Because he grips my hair with both hands, guides my face to the tip of his head, and slips his cock right down my throat.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - ALONZO

  I dream about her.

  All night, a thousand different ways, an eternity of lifetimes happen inside my wild mind while Tara sleeps snuggled up to my chest in my bed.

  I’ve fucked her hundreds of times in dozens of ways before we ever met in person. Every single time it was dirty. There was talk of cock and pussy. Tits and ass. We did it standing up, sitting down, in public, in private, in the shower, at home, in a car… every way you can fantasize about fucking someone was dreamt up and played out over more than two thousand miles.

  But last night was something altogether different.

  Dirty, yes. But still very sweet.

  I want nothing more than to stay in bed with her today. Close the blinds, shut the doors, and forget that there’s a whole world outside.

  But I can’t. I turn my head to see the clock on the nightstand. It’s nine AM. Already midday as far as fishermen go. But I don’t have a client today—it’s the last meeting before tomorrow night’s job and that means we have a lot of loose ends to tie up.

  I lean into Tara’s neck and kiss her gently. She’s warm and breathing softly. But she moans a little. “Hmmm?”

  “I gotta go to work. I’ll see ya this afternoon, OK, Tare?”

  “Mmm.”

  I take that as a yes and gently remove my arms from around her body. She moans again. “Where are you going?”

  “Go back to sleep, Tara.”

  “Mkay.” She rolls over and I just smile at her sexy back end. I have an almost uncontrollable urge to smack it. But that would really wake her up and I’d rather she sleep.

  I shower, dress, and twenty minutes later I step out onto my porch just as Tony comes out of his house. I cross the street and join him on his side and we walk down to the end of the cul-de-sac and turn left towards the ocean before we speak.

  “What time is he getting here?”

  “Should be here now.”

  “And did we decide where we’re gonna store the cargo?”