Boss with Benefits_An Office Romance

by Tyler Grey

  I opened the bathroom door a crack and peered out at her. The woman who likely had everything to do with my indifference.

  Alisha was still fast asleep, although her face was turned towards the bathroom now as if she sensed my watchful presence. I wanted to preserve that blissful expression on her face after she woke up. But how? Kiss her, after all we went through last night? Maybe, but first I had to get something to eat; I was starving. Anyway, I had an idea.

  Downstairs, I tiptoed around the kitchen. I took out the supplies swiftly, moving quickly, but not so fast that I didn’t notice how well-kept and placed everything was. The appliances and cupboards weren’t new; anyone could tell that. And yet, they had clearly been cleaned and kept in a pristine condition. Even the utensils and kitchen items themselves were perfectly placed, in just the right spot I would’ve chosen; it took me no more than a minute to find everything.

  Being the first in the kitchen was soothing yet harrowing. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted Alisha or Christian to wake up and catch me or not. Nor was I sure what I’d do once I’d finally paraded my creation up to Alisha. All I knew was that I wanted to see her smile.

  Once back in her room, I climbed into bed and kissed her neck until Alisha rolled over to look at me with her sleepy eyes.

  “You’re still here,” she murmured.

  I kissed her and grinned. “Of course I am.”

  I forked one into her mouth, and she took a minute to chew. Then, she beamed.

  “Seth! Potato smiles; seriously?”

  “Well, that fancy old hotel sure didn’t have them.”

  We giggled, feeding each other delicious smiling potato slice after potato slice until the plate was empty and my mouth craved something different.

  Back in my arms, Alisha seemed even softer and warmer than I’d remembered. God, those curves of hers and that smell. Vanilla: that’s what it was. Mmm. I nuzzled myself into her neck, breathing it in.

  “Thank you. For everything.”

  At Alisha’s happy voice, I rose so that we were nose to nose. Her green eyes were now filled with happy tears. I leaned in so I could rub my nose with hers.

  “Of course, my sexy little cold toes.”

  Giggling, she slid her feet over so her ice-cold toes were against mine.

  “You noticed.”

  I brushed a stray hair from her cheek.

  “The rest of you is warm and comfy, so I’ll allow it.”

  A mischievous defiance came into her eyes. “Oh yeah, is that so?”

  I nodded and, seizing my face in her hands, she kissed me.

  But this just wasn’t any kiss. This was a full body, boner-inducing lip lock that had me pressing myself to her with an insistence I couldn’t help. Fuck, she felt so good.

  Her breasts were right there, bare under that thin t-shirt of hers. They jiggled as I grabbed them, bated them back and forth like a cat. I should have stopped, but one look at her had my lips pressing back down on hers.

  Her big-pupiled look said it all. Maybe I should stop, but Alisha sure as hell didn’t want me to.

  My lips snaked up and down her jaw line, while her hands peeled off my shirt. My lips moved down, delighting in the vanilla of her neck, that delicious neck.

  “Seth.”

  Alisha had pulled back. There was a reproving look on her face.

  “What?” I asked innocently.

  She pointed to a red spot on her neck where I’d been sucking. “At this rate, you’re going to give me a hickey.”

  I assumed a penitent expression, then my hands slipped under her shirt, locking on her bare breasts and massaging them in slow circles. My lips went to her ear. Even that small delicate thing was peppered with freckles, freckles that I kissed with breathless nibbles and sucks.

  “And just how are you going to stop me?”

  Now I was back on her neck, sucking on the flesh there. That vanilla, oh-so-delicious vanilla flesh.

  Alisha was groaning, and her breasts were so full, so fucking full and firm, yet soft at the same time.

  My lips locked on the one closer to me, making circles closing in on her pink, swollen nipple, while Alisha trembled with pleasure. When my lips finally fastened on the nub of it, a groan fell from Alisha’s lips. I gave the taut thing a good suck before I lifted my head to look her in the eye.

  “Take off your pants.”

  Obediently, she twisted out of her PJ pants. My hands went to where the cotton pants had been, running up and down the newly exposed flesh. So soft, so smooth.

  Her hands were groping around for my dick, but I shoved them away. I was already nice and hard just thinking about her touching me, but I didn’t want to get too worked up before I actually fucked her.

  Down there was already super wet. I snapped the string of her panties. Then, my fingers sliding over the red lace, I nudged her pussy over the fabric. She groaned as I rubbed and rolled my finger around so that my knuckle dug into her. Soon, she was grinding herself into me as well.

  One glance at her face found it completely enraptured with pleasure, eyes closed, lips parted. Yes, I couldn’t take much more of this. It was time.

  In one fluid motion, I grabbed her panties and yanked them off, tossing them to the side. Then, I parted her legs further. I stroked up her thigh up and down a few times, enjoying how she squirmed with desire.

  When I finally twirled my finger in her pink, warm entrance, she actually cooed with pleasure. Circling her swollen clit with my finger while the other pumped her brought things up a notch; with her head thrown back, Alisha gasped with feeling. In one swift motion, I slipped my finger out, threw off the blanket, and pinned her to the bed.

  “Don’t move,” I growled, my eyes taking her in greedily, “I want to enjoy you.”

  Alisha fidgeted a little, before letting me have my way. I started my explorations at the top of her, between the two flat moles on her shoulder. Then my lips flowed down, over her full upturned pink-tipped tits, one then the other, then down her lightly freckled front to her cave of a belly-button. Her supple tummy wiggled with laughter as I passed over it. By the time my mouth reached her soft thighs, Alisha wasn’t laughing anymore.

  “Oh, Seth,” she groaned as my lips neared the wetness.

  Closer and closer, I nibbled and sucked, while she writhed with what was to come. I drew it out too, nibbling just around her mound, all the way to her soft ample butt cheeks, licking and sucking every part of them—except the part she wanted most. I paused to give her a smile.

  “What do you think?”

  Alisha’s lips were twisted with an irresistible pleasure. “Seth, please,” she groaned.

  I nodded. “Alright, alright.”

  I kissed back down her legs and continued the journey, creating a trail of kisses all the way there. When my lips finally reached their destination, I gave the bundle of nerves one lick, then paused. I lifted my head to look at her moaning face head-on.

  My finger slipped into her as I spoke, “Don’t get too worked up, my sexy little vixen. I’m just getting started.”

  Chapter 36

  Alisha

  Oh Seth, for fuck’s sake, like I’m not going to get too worked up, seriously? Already, I could hardly take it anymore as he expertly pumped and sucked me at the same time.

  The next time Seth paused, I practically let out a sigh of frustration. This time, however, he was taking out a condom. He handed it to me, and I happily complied, although I unrolled it onto his shaft so clumsily that it snapped back up to the top.

  My cheeks burning up, I looked away. “Sorry, I’m clearly out of practice.”

  Seth took my chin in his hands, drawing my lips to his.

  “Not in the ways that count,” he purred, just before we kissed.

  Seconds later, he was on top of me. Now his condom-covered hardness was nudging between my legs. Oh fuck, finally.

  When Seth finally slid into me, I released the pent-up groan from my lips. “Yeah, I couldn’t wait anymore either,”
Seth growled, and he thrust into me again.

  Excited tendrils of sensation snaked out from my pussy in all directions. Now, as Seth dipped into me, over and over again, I clasped at him back, moving my hips left and right, forward and back. Each movement resulted in his dick ramming into a different part of me, a better part.

  I flopped my head back, closed my eyes, and let myself be swallowed up by this throbbing-bodied dance. Forward and back, side to side, left and left then right.

  “So fucking good,” I groaned.

  Seth paused. My eyes fluttered open to see him smiling down at me, a hungry look in his eyes.

  “Oh yeah, you think that’s something?”

  In one swift movement, he pulled himself out and put my legs over his shoulders, sliding back into me. Now, he was deep in me and thrusting deeper.

  Pleasure exploded in the core of me, and Seth responded just as eagerly, speeding up his pace. In and in and in. I wasn’t nearing the edge now; I was on it.

  When Seth paused again, my grunt of disappointment went unheard. I opened my eyes to see his eyes open too. He was smiling at me again, although this smile couldn’t have been more different.

  Affection. That’s what was in his upturned lips and tender eyes. Affection and even—no, it couldn’t be. Seth pulled himself out of me again, flipped me around so that my butt was facing him, and shoved himself into me, doggy-style. By the time, he started railing me again, grasping my hips, digging himself into me, I was half-delirious with pleasure. So overcome that it was only a passing thought that what I’d seen in those upturned lips and tender eyes wasn’t just affection; it was love.

  But there was no time for sentimental considerations now. Seth was thrusting into me from behind with everything he had. Fast, hard and deep, he fucked me as animalistic noises tumbled out of my lips as shaking slowly overtook my body. It was coming. I was—

  “OH FUCK!” I cried.

  Then the orgasm overtook me. It roared through me, shaking me, bringing tears to my eyes and a breathless moan to my lips. When it was over, Seth wasn’t.

  His whole body completely on top of mine now, he was just getting started. I rolled around to face him and, half-drunk on pleasure, our bodies moved together perfectly in tune. With every rub, stroke, and lick, our hands and lips flowed over every part of each other, circling each other’s arms and legs, stroking shoulders, our every part rubbing on each other. Forehead, nose, chin, chest, belly, legs lacing together, making embraces of their own. Every part of him tasted and smelled so wonderful to me: the slight cedar scent of his lightly furred legs, the soft tang of sweat under his arms. My body was swollen with pleasure now; it felt weightless and light, like I was floating.

  It wasn’t long before our mouths found each other. This twining of our tongues happened in time with that of our legs; it was slow—almost excruciatingly so, this rub and flick, this circling then licking. My soft-tipped tongue explored every part of his mouth, the hard smoothness of his gums, and the broad hardness of his teeth. My fingers latched onto his dark locks of hair, rolling over them with my palm before the tips of my fingers ran over his scalp. At first, Seth drew back, his half-lidded gaze going to me. As I continued the motion, however, Seth sank into the head-scratching, his lips opening in pleasure. My fingers ran over and around his scalp, his parted-lip pleasure as good as mine. When my hands finally flowed down, the look of adoration on Seth’s face when he opened his eyes was such that it stopped me in my tracks.

  For a second, we just lay there, face to face, suffused with loving pleasure. Adoration flowed between us; then our bodies picked up where we had left off. My lips kissed themselves a path down his front, following his happy trail to where the real prize was. I found him deliciously hard, harder than I would have expected. And yet, just as I was about to throw myself on him, a gasp fell out of my lips.

  A wet swipe of feeling between my legs. While I had been making my way between Seth’s legs, he’d been making his way between mine. He dipped his finger into me again, and I groaned. A look thrown his way found him smiling at me, his brows raised. It took all I had as he vibrated his finger in me to smile back. Challenge accepted.

  I licked my hands so I could lock them around his dick and start stroking. Now, he was the one groaning. After a few strokes, I put my mouth above my hands, sucking him all the way down, pumping him part of the way up. Meanwhile, now I was throbbing with Seth’s clit-sucking and pussy-fingering. But I couldn’t stop yet, not now that I’d just gotten a taste of him. So, cupping his balls with one hand, with the other I pumped him as I sucked, making sure to go nice and slow, so we could both enjoy the soft ram of his dick against the back of my throat.

  For a second, the pressure on my pussy stopped.

  “Oh fuck,” Seth growled.

  Then I threw my face back on him. Soon, Seth was twisting with pleasure, with the up and down, stroking, sucking fuck-fest on his dick. Meanwhile, I was writhing myself, barely able to concentrate as his finger pumped into me and his mouth sucked me without mercy. And so, both half-feverish with pent-up pleasure, we trembled together, gasping as one, licking and sucking and stroking and feeling.

  When both our bodies began shaking so much that they began knocking into each other, I knew it was time. So, I upped my pace, just as Seth did the same. Concentrating with every fiber of our being, it was together we continued sucking the other. My whole body broke out in grunts and groans, twitching I couldn’t control, as the pleasure built and built, then I sucked with all I had, as everything went bright and my body left me. It was taken from me by the orgasm, the release. It was only as he flowed into me that I let myself fall into it completely, this release, this cum-induced rebirth.

  Afterwards, I moved so that my head was resting on Seth’s chest. Every so often, my body shuddered with the memory of pleasure, while Seth stroked me softly, up and down, up and down. When his hand reached my mouth, he drew it back with a tender smile.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

  He lifted me off my bed and carried me over to the bathroom.

  “Seth,” I managed to say, seconds before I was placed in the shower.

  The welcome beads of heat dribbling down my back woke me up, while Seth’s soothing hands rubbing soap over my sides didn’t hurt.

  I looked up at him shyly.

  “That was—”

  “The best sex of my life,” he said.

  He plastered his lips over mine, tangling his tongue with mine as if wanting it to prove the truth of his words.

  When we broke apart, I searched his face cautiously. For the cocky arrogance of the business conglomerate, the triumphant pride of the playboy. But all I saw there were happiness and gratitude—for me.

  Now it was my turn to rub the little white bar of soap over Seth’s body. I took my time so I could really sweep it over the groves of his chest muscles, running my hands along them, too.

  “That part really needs cleaning, eh?” Seth’s knowing smile asked.

  Through my rueful grin, he only kissed and kept kissing. The soap bar plummeted to the bottom of the shower, our hands found each other and—

  “Whoa there, Alisha.” Seth took a step back, sucking in a deep breath. “I’m all for some more, but we should probably stop.”

  I nodded with a forced casualness. Seth was studying me like he wanted to do the right thing but couldn’t. He took my chin in his hands, then turned away, releasing me.

  His fingers closed over a pink shampoo bottle in the shower tray.

  “Will this really make my locks luscious?” he asked me, rolling a finger in his hair playfully.

  I cracked up. Taking the tubular bottle from him, I opened it and glopped out a dollop of blue liquid onto his head.

  “Only one way to find out.”

  Seth stood completely still, closing his eyes as I lathered his hair up with the shampoo.

  “You’re good at that.”

  I grinned, “Maybe you should hire me as your personal
shower assistant, too.”

  A crease of concern furrowed in Seth’s brow, and he opened his eyes.

  “Alisha, after all this, I don’t want you to think—”

  I drew back. “I was only joking, Seth.”

  At this, he shook his head so roughly that a big droplet of foam rolled down into his eye. Frowning, he rubbed it away before returning his glance to me.

  “Seriously though, after all we’ve been through—”

  I cranked the shower to max, and his words were lost in the blast of water pressure from the shower head. His face and hair almost completely under the spray, Seth now resembled a drowned rat. Glaring at me, he turned the level back down. I blew him a kiss before stepping out of the shower. Seth was right: if we kept this up, we’d be in here for hours, and that was something I couldn’t do—not now and probably not ever.

  When Seth stepped out of the shower, I took his hand.

  “I can’t tell you how much of a help, relief, and joy you’ve been these past few days. But you’re wrong if you think I want you to make any sort of declaration, okay? I do care about you, but right now I have enough on my mind as it is. Let’s just enjoy this for what it is for now. Fun and easy.”

  Seth looked like he wanted to say something more, but only gave a terse nod. When I turned to go, he gave my butt a loud smack.

  “Hey!” I said.

  His smirk was irreverent. “If I said I was sorry, I’d be lying.”

  Chapter 37

  Seth

  Beautiful. That’s what Alisha was, from the first moment I’d opened my eyes to her this morning, until now as we made our way downstairs. It was funny, how easily I forgot about it when she wasn’t around. When I had been at the office, even when I went to the bathroom or stepped away, I forgot. Her beauty took me by surprise, every single time.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I snuck a look at her. Yep, still beautiful as fuck. And it wasn’t just in the almond shape of her ivy-green eyes, or in the sweet sweep of her ski-slope nose. Nor was it just in the generous curve of her hips and ass, the ample mounds of her bust. No, it was something in the way her face lit up when she saw me, how her freckled nose crinkled when she laughed. It was tied into every dip and swell of her body, yet not related to her physical appearance at all.