Rockin' the Boss

by Jamie Salisbury

  “This is nice, Ashleigh. Quite the spread your family has. I think I’ll grab a shower while I’m here.” He shot a sly smirk my way.

  I grinned back at him. “The bathroom is right through that door. There should be plenty of towels laid out. If you need anything else, let me know.”

  “Sure you won’t join me, love?” he purred seductively. Reaching out, he guided me to his chest. “I think I may need some help bathing.”

  I gazed up at him as I removed my clothing, letting each piece fall to the floor before I undressed him and led him into the bathroom.

  Inside the huge, tiled shower, the scent of lavender permeated the air as we soaped the other’s body and hair. I caught myself moaning as he ran sudsy hands over every inch of my flesh, until I quivered with need. I squirmed as he held the handheld showerhead against my sex, bringing me right to the edge.

  Then, he gently steered me toward to the bench along the perimeter of the stall. He guided my hips up to his waist, and I wrapped my legs around him as he entered my slick, wet passage.

  “That’s it, baby,” he murmured as he plunged further into my aching womanhood.

  We both shuttered, and I groaned the deeper he penetrated. “Max…”

  I was acutely aware as he thrust faster and harder, his passion ignited. “God yes, baby.”

  “Harder,” I pleaded and he complied, gaining more power with every stroke. Our flesh slapped together as the water sprayed over us.

  Orgasm took us into ecstasy as we rode out each other’s climaxes. When it was over, we remained joined, too weak to move. I leaned up and captured his lips as he withdrew. He shut off the shower then wrapped a large, fluffy towel around my body and carried me to the bed.

  We lay silently in each other’s arms for quite a while. Finally, he spoke. “Mmmm, baby, I love learning what excites you.” Max leaned over and kissed me tenderly.

  “It’s been such a long time since I’ve had these feelings.”

  “I know, and I intend for you to have them once again, plus some.” I stared up at him as he leaned down and claimed my mouth once again. “You’ll continue to show me what you like, won’t you?”

  “Yes, I will, and I’m sure you’ll show me what turns you on.” I cocked my head, grinning at him mischievously.

  “You can count on it. Would you like to start now?”

  “I think perhaps we should dress and enjoy this beautiful day.” I kissed him one last time before nudging him out of my way as I rolled off the bed.

  Downstairs, I headed straight to the well-stocked bar sitting in the corner of the family room. Noticing Martha had brought a couple of bottles of my favorite Cabernet from the cellar, I uncorked one and poured myself a glass as I waited on Max. Walking outside on the deck, I found a chair overlooking the wilderness and plopped down. I kicked off my shoes and moved another chair in front to elevate my feet.

  Sighing, I sat back, taking a long sip. Max quietly emerged onto the patio. The scent of his aftershave and cologne told me he was near.

  “How long have you been standing there?” I inquired, as I craned my neck around to get a good look at him. He stood clad in jeans, his shirt unbuttoned. God, he’s gorgeous.

  “Just a few seconds. You seemed engrossed in something out there.” He sauntered over, covered my mouth with his in a passionate kiss, and then sat down next to me. A small table was all the separated us.

  “Just the view. I love the view here.”

  “Do you ride? I noticed a large barn as we were driving up here.”

  “Yes, but it’s been a while. Perhaps I can show you around on horseback. Would you care for a beer or something?”

  “A beer sounds great.” He followed me back into the house to the bar, where I showed him the choices. He quickly made a selection of one of the finest. “Thanks.”

  We walked back outside to sit and watch the sun as it lowered in the sky. I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, a curious look on his face, but I continued to watch the sunset.

  “So tell me exactly what you think about what Lisa told you earlier. Where do you think she came up with such an outrageous idea?”

  I spun around to look at him more intently. He was a hard man to read when his face is so solemn. He hadn’t shaved since yesterday, and the look was imposing on him. His eyes weren’t as brown as earlier. They’d darkened somehow. He was obviously not happy by this recent development, and I couldn’t blame him.

  “Supposedly she has some great source. Do you want my opinion? I think she made the whole thing up. She believes creating something with shock value will somehow make her more important to the team.” I swirled my wine and took a drink.

  “It makes no sense to me.”

  “She’s quite attracted to you and views you as someone she wants to conquer. But, again, that’s just my opinion.”

  He reached over and took my hand, the corners of his mouth twitching as he started to smile. The smoldering heat from his gaze made me shift in my seat.

  “Have you made any plans for us this evening?”

  “Martha left dinner I believe. I wasn’t sure you’d want to go out. We’re not close to anything out here, anyway.” Gently, I freed my fingers from his and picked up my glass. Finishing the contents, I sat there and took in his essence. “Are you hungry?”

  “No, let’s wait a while. I’m enjoying the view,” he replied, as he grinned in my direction. “Come on, let’s go for that walk, my love.” He extended his hand and helped me to stand. I set my glass down and steered him to the stairs that descended the front of the house.

  We strolled along in silence for quite a while. Then, Max finally pulled me close, placing his arm around my shoulder. I reciprocated by putting mine around his muscular waist. I led us down the pot-holed road that at one time had been the main way to get to the house. It was rarely used now. I pointed out the various livestock and birds as we ambled along.

  “You know, I’m getting hungry. Shall we go see what your housekeeper left us for dinner?” He smiled down, his dark brown eyes watching my face closely.

  I knew what he was probably thinking. “Yes, let’s.”

  We strolled back to the house. It seems so large when there isn’t a huge crowd here. I looked up at the imposing structure as I remembered past family gatherings.

  Max grabbed my glass and his beer bottle as I picked up our shoes on the way into the house. He poured himself a tumbler of straight up bourbon after handing me a fresh glass of wine.

  “Come on, you can help me in the kitchen.”

  Observing a large collection of albums sitting by the stereo, he chose one by Bob Marley that belonged to Papa. As he put it on, a grin lit up his face. I giggled to myself at the sight.

  Dinner consisted of a venison roast with all the trimmings and was delicious. Max helped clean up before we returned to the family room for the evening. He poured a brandy for us both before he walked over to light the fireplace. Even in July, the nights could be cold.

  Then, he sat down next to me on the overstuffed, buttery soft, black leather sofa. I snuggled next to him, laying my head against his shoulder. He pulled me close, sipping his drink. After a few moments, he leaned down and kissed me, running his hand up and down my arm. I surprised him by reaching over and cupping his cock through his jeans.

  “Ashleigh,” he groaned, “don’t tease me like that.”

  “I’m not teasing. Take your clothes off.”

  “You don’t want to go upstairs?” He began to strip off his clothes, throwing them on the floor.

  “No, not yet.” I watched him undress as I removed my pants and top, followed by my bra and panties.

  Sitting back on the sofa, his luscious lips brushed lightly over mine before he consumed me in a passionate kiss. I took him in my hand and began to stroke him.

  As he wrapped his arms around my head, he looked lustfully at me. “Suck me, love.”

  He drew me down to his stilted manhood. I opened my mouth, awa
re he was watching my every move. I felt his ravenous attention all through my body. Restlessness settled in beneath my clit.

  I licked the head, sampling his musky, salty, and earthy flavor. His masculine taste was addictive, and I licked him again then started to suck.

  His grip tightened around me as he groaned. His hips lurched and his body bucked.

  I sank lower, taking him deeper. My lips skimmed the velvety flesh and my tongue lapped around him as I made my way back to the tip. Swiping away the bead of pre cum which had escaped, I then sucked to make sure I had it all. He jerked his body, tightening as I started toward the base.

  I heard him coaxing me to take more, until he was at the back of my throat.

  Panic began to overtake me as I felt a choking sensation.

  “Easy baby, breathe through your nose. I’ll stay still. You’ll be fine.”

  I knew without hesitation he wouldn’t hurt me, but that didn’t make it any easier. I withdrew completely. “Max, I can’t do this. You’re too big to take so much of you.”

  “Let’s try something different, okay? You’ll be fine, I promise.” I nodded and waited for his instructions. “Open your mouth, tongue first.”

  Without hesitation, I complied with the gentle lilt of his voice. Max took himself in his hand and eased his hard flesh back onto my tongue.

  “Hold it, love. I want to watch this.” Slowly, he slid against my tongue, from the weeping head, past the ridge, down the long thick length, until he was pressing against the back of my throat once again. “Now close your mouth around my cock.” A moan escaped his lips as I did what he asked.

  “That’s it, baby. Now, I’m going to fuck your mouth. You’ll be fine, but if you’re not, let me know.”

  I barely had time to bob my head in agreement before he withdrew quickly and plunged back in. He groaned, thrusting over and over again at a scorching pace. His hands tangled in my hair.

  “Yes! Damn, baby! Fuck, I’m going to cum…swallow me, love.”

  I had never swallowed a man’s cum before. Richard thought my technique wasn’t worthy of the act. But with Max, such an intimate gesture excited me. I sucked harder against his thrusts, as I ran my tongue up and down his length, nipping at his tip with my teeth.

  “Ashleigh, damn…yes, yes baby.” His fingers tightened and his cock pulsed. “Fuck, yes…”

  Suddenly, his warm, salty liquid sprayed against the back of my throat. In doing something so intimate, I felt a deepening connection with him.

  “Yes, baby, yes…”

  Slowly, I loosened my suction on him. He caressed my hair for a moment before he broke free of my mouth.

  We stared at each other as he settled again the back of the sofa. “Damn baby, that was incredible.” He pulled me up to him, and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. “My turn, love, are you ready?”

  “Yes, but I want you to make love to me afterwards.”

  “Hmmm, you read my mind. Come on, let’s go upstairs and get more comfortable.”

  I scooted to the middle of the bed and my legs parted, exposing all of myself to him. Max straddled me as he kissed me deeply.

  “Baby, you’re so wet.”

  I wasn’t used to a man talking so intimately to me about my sex, and his words embarrassed me. He wasn’t lying though. I was soaking with excitement for his touch. And when he raked a couple of his fingers through the exposed slit, his touch revved me up, and juices gushed from my weeping opening.

  His lips blazed a trail as he lowered himself along my body, kissing me until he was on his stomach and had my pussy where he wanted. He licked my throbbing nub then gently nibbled at my aching outer lips, his tongue swirling and lapping up the warm liquid that poured out of me. My sex was plump and ripe and ready. Coating two fingers in my arousal, he gently pushed them inside.

  He swished his tongue in a quick rhythm while he fucked me with his fingers, until I could no longer hold back. A white-hot orgasm overtook my entire being. I heard myself cry out for him repeatedly as he continued his ministrations while waiting for me quit shaking. My whole body jerked as he licked my most sensitive spot one last time.

  Max lifted off me, leaned over, and consumed my mouth with his as I opened to him, accepting the lunge of his tongue. “Did you enjoy that, my love?” He looked down at me, his eyes darkened with lust.

  “God yes, baby.”

  He lay on his back and guided me over his body. “Spread your legs and straddle me, love.” Within an instant, he held his cock in one hand and lined it up against my slick entrance.

  “I want to be as far inside you as I can.” His fingers clutched my waist, and then he shoved me down on him, one inch at a time.

  I shuddered as he filled me, feeling my skin touch his as our hips met. “Max…”

  The friction of his erection screamed through my sensitive sex as I once again came alive with desire. This time, he didn’t hold back, or go slow and linger. He shoved me up and then slammed me down as he arched his hips, driving even deeper than before.

  “God baby, I love being inside you, your muscles tightened around my cock.” He continued helping me ride him as he pumped.

  “Yes, Max! Fuck me harder!” He kept filling me as my sheath gripped and slid with him.

  “Ashleigh!” He yelled out my name as his pace quickened. He grunted with every thrust, nudging my cervix, another orgasm rolling over me before the last fully subsided. His fingers dug into my behind as he stilled, his seed releasing deep inside me.

  I couldn’t catch my breath as I clung to him. The connection between us was growing, wrapped around our hearts. He gently lifted me off his still-hard manhood as I lay over his chest, panting in his ear.

  He wrapped his arms tightly round my waist and held me until my breathing calmed, then eased me onto the bed beside him before he scooped me up in his arms and drew me close to his chest.

  Chapter Four

  The following morning, I awoke to the sound of rain and an empty bed. Throwing on a robe, I walked downstairs barefoot. I padded over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared out at the gloomy day, silently cursing the weather, unaware I was not alone.

  “Good morning, love.” Max’s deep voice echoed from behind, startling me just enough that I jumped. “Would you like some coffee?”

  “Yes, that sounds wonderful.” I smiled at him as I turned toward him. “How long have you been up?”

  “An hour or so. I couldn’t sleep.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pecking me lightly on the lips. “What about you? Did you sleep well after our activities last night?” He kissed me again. This time probing deeper, parting my lips until our tongues met and they sensually and silently communicated with each other.

  Breaking free, I gently reminded, “Coffee, Max.” I took his hand and led him to the kitchen. He poured me a cup of black, silky coffee, run through a French press he had found. I accepted the mug, and we walked back into the family room, sitting on a sofa in front of the windows. “In response to your question, yes, I slept quite well.”

  Curling up on one leg, I leaned into him. “Last night was incredible, Max,” I whispered, nuzzling his ear. Pulling back to look at him, I rubbed my cheek against his beard and kissed when our mouths met.

  “Mmmmm, that it was, my love.” A phone started to ring somewhere in the background. “Damn,” he grumbled, as he got up to help locate the source of the noise.

  I found my cell on the hearth. I picked it up and looked down to see who was calling. “It’s the fella from Las Vegas. He’s calling back!”

  By the time I finished the conversation, we had all agreed that Max and I would fly to Vegas to meet with them the following Thursday.

  I walked back toward the couch, grinned, sat next to Max, and squealed. “They want you! Next week we make things official!”

  His dark brown eyes sparkled with happiness. “Fantastic!” He took my face in his hands and kissed me long and hard.

  My phone chimed again. I snuggled in Max�
�s arms and answered, “Hi Misty, how are things?”

  The young woman gave me a positive report from the office in Atlanta. I said nothing about the news Max and I had just received.

  “Have you seen or heard from Lisa today?”

  Misty informed me that no one had.

  “Since everything is quiet, why don’t you close up at noon and take the afternoon off. Just make sure you forward the calls to my alternate cell, okay?”

  I smiled at Max as I put the phone down. “The weekend is ours, sweetheart.”

  “You carry an alternate cell phone?” he asked curiously, as he grinned wickedly.

  “Yeah, that way no one who shouldn’t ever gets my personal number. Something I learned to do years ago.” I took a sip of coffee. “Is there anything you’d like to do?”

  “You mean besides making love to you all day?” He smirked mischievously, “Well, the weather is being a pest. What about if we went into town or for a drive? It would get us out of the house for a while.”

  “That sounds like a plan. I could give you the grand tour. We could have lunch somewhere and stay here this evening since it’s so nasty out.”

  “Mmmmm, could we do nasty things, love? I don’t know if I can wait until tonight.” He nuzzled his unshaven face against my cheek.

  “Most definitely…later. However, I think we should get ourselves ready, or we’ll never leave this house.”

  After washing and meticulously readying myself for our day together, I entered the bedroom and found Max sitting in a chair waiting. He was freshly showered and shaved, wearing jeans and a dark blue shirt.

  “Ready?” I asked. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

  “After you,” He held his arm out, and we walked downstairs. I retrieved the key to Papa’s pick-up and we headed toward the garage.

  I showed him the ranch from the road as we were leaving. With the rain, the idea of parking and strolling was thrown out, so I cruised through town. Remembering a café not too far away, I headed in that direction.

  Pulling into the parking lot, I turned the engine off and turned to face him. “I hope this is okay with you. It’s nothing fancy, but they have some great bison burgers, barbeque and stuff.”