Falling For My Boss

by J. S. Cooper

  “I go for what I want.” He nodded and undid his tie. “What’s the point in wasting time?”

  “So what do you want?” I asked softly as I watched his nimble fingers pulling his tie off. I wanted to reach out and touch it to see how soft it was, but I didn’t.

  “A hot blonde in my bed tonight,” he said and started to unbutton his shirt. I could see some small dark chest hairs on top of his golden skin and I swallowed hard. He really was sexy as hell.

  “Does she have to be a natural blonde?” I reached over and undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. I wanted to text Lacey and tell her how forward I was being. I knew she wouldn’t believe that it was actually me here on this couch. She wouldn’t believe that I, Elizabeth Jeffries, was letting go and just going for what I wanted. She’d be proud of me, but she wouldn’t believe it.

  “Depends,” he said and he grabbed my fingers and ran them down his hard abs.

  “On what?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Depends on if you’re one or not.”

  “Oh,” I said and scratched my fingernails across his nipples.

  “Oh, you’re Catwoman, huh?” He licked his lips and I felt his fingers rubbing against my stomach as he pulled my halter-top up.

  “Not really,” I said and leaned down and took his nipple in my mouth and sucked it. I heard and felt his intake of breath and grinned. “Ooh,” I said as I felt his hands pulling me onto his lap and sliding up my ass. “What are you doing?”

  “You’re not the only one who can be a tease.” He sucked on my earlobe as his hands pulled my skirt up. I could feel his hands molding my butt cheeks as his fingers slipped inside of my panties. I groaned inwardly as I remembered I was wearing boy shorts as opposed to a sexy thong.

  “No, I’m not,” I said as I reached down and rubbed the front of his pants. He felt thick and hard beneath my fingers and I swallowed hard.

  “Like what you feel?” he said with a grin and it was then that I realized that he was as cocky as he was hot.

  “Perhaps.”

  “Only perhaps?” He raised an eyebrow and jumped up. I watched in amusement as he pulled his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. I stared at his naked cock and swallowed hard again as it flopped around in front of me. It was magnificent and I was slightly overwhelmed as I stared at it.

  “What do you think now?” he said and grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his manhood. I placed my fingers around it gently and ran my fingers up and down his shaft.

  “It’s not bad,” I said silkily and he laughed as he sat back down next to me.

  “Not bad, huh?”

  “That’s what I said.” My fingers clasped his cock tighter and he groaned as he leaned back against the couch.

  “Lie down,” he said in a commanding voice and pushed me back. “Lie on your back.”

  “Why?” I asked huskily as I lay back.

  “You’ll see,” he said as he stared down at me, completely naked. “Put your hands up,” he said and I did as he told me. He pulled my halter top off and I watched as he bent down and pushed my naked breasts together, his fingers gently rubbing against my nipples. I groaned as I felt him slide his cock between my breasts and the tip of his manhood brushed up against my chin and lips as he moved back and forth. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said and I watched as he grabbed the length of his cock and rubbed the tip of it against my mouth. “Suck me,” he said and I opened my mouth slightly. I sat up a little as he pushed his cock into my mouth. It tasted salty and felt hard as I sucked on it and he groaned loudly as I took him in farther and farther. I couldn’t believe that I was sucking on his hardness already and enjoying it. Everything was going so quickly, but I didn’t care. It felt good and it felt right. Things seemed to go by in a blur and I felt high on power when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and exploded on my chest, his hot sperm spewing all over my breasts.

  “Come with me,” he said softly as he grabbed my hands and pulled me on some stairs with him. I followed him into his bedroom and he picked me up and threw me down on his bed. I looked up at him and he was grinning down at me as he reached down and pulled my skirt and panties off in one quick movement. “Let me see.” He groaned as he leaned down and got onto the bed.

  “See what?” I whispered as my naked body shivered slightly.

  “Let me see if you taste as good as you look.” He winked and then I felt him spreading my legs before burying his face in my pussy.

  “Oh, Scott,” I cried out, not knowing what to say, aside from his name, as I squirmed on the bed. “Scott!” I screamed as his tongue entered me, sliding in and out of me so delicately and powerfully that it felt better than any dildo I’d ever used. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out of me. “Don’t stop,” I moaned and he grinned down at me. I watched him reach out to his night table and heard the ripping of a wrapper. I knew he was putting a condom on. I knew he was about to fuck me. I was about to have sex with a man I barely knew and I didn’t care. My body felt feverish. I felt high on lust and pleasure and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me.

  “Is this what you want?” He grunted as he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and positioned himself at my entrance. “Is this what you want, Elizabeth?” The tip of his cock rubbed against my clit and I squirmed against him. “Tell me what you want,” he growled down at me.

  “You—I want you!” I screamed, unable to take it anymore. And that was when he thrust into me, so hard and steady. His cock slid into me smoothly and seemed to fill me up completely. He moved in and out of me skillfully and I felt so much pleasure that I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.

  “Come for me, Elizabeth,” he growled as he continued to move in and out of me, his fingers rubbing my clit aggressively as my breasts jiggled. His eyes were intense as he looked down at me and he growled in satisfaction as I climaxed hard and fast on his bed. It was only then that he pushed me back up on the bed and collapsed down on top of me and fucked me harder and faster. I knew then that he’d been waiting on me to come before he would allow himself to release again. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he slammed into me and I felt like a queen as I felt his body jerking when he came inside of me. I watched as he rolled over, pulled the condom off and lay back next to me, panting.

  “Now that’s what I call a good fucking,” he said as he looked at me with a smile.

  “You can say that again,” I said with a small laugh and then I squealed as he rolled me on top of him and I felt his cock growing hard against my wetness once again.

  ***

  “So, about last night.” Scott’s voice was soft as I opened my eyes the next morning.

  “Hmm, what about it?” I asked and stretched in his sheets, feeling warm and satiated with him next to my body.

  “It was pretty hot, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, suddenly feeling shy as I thought about all the different things we’d done.

  “And I’m not judging you.” He leaned down and kissed me as his hand crept to my breast.

  “Judging me?” I kissed him back and ran my hands down to his butt.

  “For sleeping with me on the first night.” He laughed against my lips and yelped as I slapped his butt.

  “Hey, you’re lucky I’m not judging you.” I moaned as I felt his fingers slip down from my breast to the valley between my legs. The valley that was already wet.

  “I love morning sex.” Scott grunted as his fingers reached my wetness and he rubbed my clit gently.

  “Who said you’re getting morning sex?” I asked as my back arched on the bed.

  “The woman I picked up last night kinda hinted that to me.” He laughed as he kissed down my stomach.

  “She did?” I whimpered as his lips found my wetness and his tongue eagerly licked me up. I closed my eyes and my fingers gripped the sheets as he sucked gently on my clit. I shifted on the bed and spread my legs and cried out in wild abandon. I felt free and happy.
This was my first time letting loose and just giving myself to a guy right away. It felt exhilarating and freeing and I couldn’t wait to call Lacey and tell her just how hot my night had been. I felt Scott’s tongue slide inside of me and I screamed out as he entered me with as much passion as his cock had had the previous evening. It was only when he removed his tongue and sat up that I realized that his phone was ringing off the hook. I groaned as I watched him roll over and grab it. He looked at the screen and frowned before looking back down at me.

  “Sorry, it’s work.” He looked away from me and I felt my stomach curdling at the sudden change in mood.

  “Oh no, everything okay?”

  “Not really.” He sighed and jumped out of the bed. “I think they need me to work today because I, uh, I’m leaving the country for a month next week and they want to make sure that everything in the office is left intact.”

  “You’re going away?” I asked, my heart sinking as I stared up at him. I pulled the sheets up over my naked body and tried to control my breathing.

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “Work trip, like I said. Uhm, but I’ll call you when I get back and we can go to dinner.”

  “I see.” I bit on my lower lip and tried not to cry. What was going on?

  “Just a second.” He looked at me guiltily. “I have to go to the bathroom.” He dropped his phone on the mattress next to me and hurried out of the room. I watched him leave the room and I quickly grabbed his phone. It was locked, but I could see that he had ten missed calls from someone called Helen Smith. My heart thudded as I wondered who she was and why was she calling him. Even more importantly, why had his mood changed so quickly and why was he lying to me? The previous night had been so good, so sensual and exciting. I’d thought we’d had a lot in common, even though we’d just met. I’d thought that this could go somewhere. I’d even been planning to reveal to him that his friends had hired me for an office prank. I’d wanted to tell him everything, so that we could really get to know each other. I’d thought that perhaps this could really go somewhere.

  “Sorry about that,” he said as he walked back into the bedroom, his cock swinging loosely in front of him. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at it. He had a perfect cock. It was almost majestic in the daylight. Long, thick—but not too thick—and the tip was shaped like a perfect peachy mushroom. I licked my lips involuntarily as I remembered how good it had tasted. I felt a feeling of shame spreading through me as I realized that I wanted him in my mouth again. I wanted to feel that same heady power that I’d felt the night before when he’d begged me to not stop sucking on him. I could still hear his growls as he spurted hot come all over my breasts. I could still feel the softness of the warm towel he’d used to gently wipe his come off of my nipples. And then when he’d entered me, it had felt like we were one. His cock had moved inside of me as if it knew every inch of me intimately and it seemed to know all the secret spots to turn me on. I sighed as I looked up at him. It couldn’t have just been sex, could it? It had to have meant more than that.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked again, praying he would burst out laughing and fall down on the bed next to me.

  “Uh, not really,” he said and his expression looked pained. “I would love to have breakfast with you.” He sat down on the bed and looked into my eyes with a sad expression. “But I have to go in to work.”

  “I see,” I said, my stomach dropping. So he was continuing with his lies.

  “I had a great time last night,” he said and he reached over and touched my cheek. “It was special.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said and looked away from him.

  “If it wasn’t for this job,” he sighed, “I’d like to see where this could go—really, I would.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Give me your number and I’ll call you when I’m back in town, okay?”

  “Yeah, sure you will.”

  “Don’t be like that, Eliza,” he said with a frown as he tried to kiss me. I avoided his lips and sat up.

  “It’s Elizabeth.” I jumped up out of the bed and quickly looked for my clothes. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Scott,” I said quickly as I pulled my skirt on. “Have a good work trip.”

  “Elizabeth, please,” he said and I felt his hands on my waist. “Don’t be mad at me. You don’t understand.”

  “I understand enough, jerk,” I whispered under my breath and grabbed my handbag. “I’m leaving. I’m glad you had a good night.”

  “It’s not like that,” he pleaded, but I turned around and glared at him.

  “Whatever.” I gave him one last haughty glance and hurried down the stairs so that I could exit his house quickly. “And don’t follow me out!” I shouted as I heard him behind me. I saw him standing there, looking upset, but I didn’t care. He was the one who had used me for a one-night stand. He was the one who had lied. I hurried out of the door and slammed it shut, before running down the road and stopping at the corner so that I could hail an Uber from my phone app. I waited for the car to pull up before texting Lacey and telling her I was going to kill her. I wasn’t sure how I stopped myself from crying, but I didn’t shed a tear until I stepped through my own front door. And then I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the faucet so that I could soak away my tears and passion.

  Chapter

  Five

  “You can shout at me,” Lacey said when I called her on Sunday morning. “It was my fault you went on the date.”

  “I’m not going to shout at you.” I moaned. “It’s not your fault, I’m a slut.”

  “You’re not a slut,” she said and I knew she was worried about my state of mind. Ever since Shane, Lacey had been worried that I was going to breakdown. She didn’t understand that that wouldn’t happen again because I wouldn’t let myself get into that position again.

  “Lacey, I went on a blind date, ditched the date, met another guy and went home with him and had sex with him. That’s the definition of slut.”

  “No, it’s not. If you’d gone home with him and let him fuck you in the ass on a first date, then I would call you a slut.”

  “Lacey,” my voice was soft, “you’re calling me a slut, then.”

  “Oh. My. God. You let him do anal?” she screamed and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

  “No, but the shock in your voice letting you think that for a few seconds was priceless.”

  “You’re horrible.” She giggled, but I could tell that she was no longer worried that I was in a deep, dark depression. “Are you going to be okay?”

  “Well, I mean tomorrow’s going to be awkward,” I said sarcastically. “Can you imagine what his face is going to look like when I walk into his office as his new assistant?”

  “You’re not going to tell him that his ex-girlfriend hired you?” Lacey asked questioningly.

  “Nope,” I said vehemently. “Helen Smith, or H Smith as she calls herself on the contract, is paying a lot of money for me to embarrass him at the office meeting on Saturday. I don’t want to disappoint her.”

  “But she lied,” Lacey exclaimed. “Bob told you this was set up by Scott’s friends as a joke, but we know Helen Smith is actually Scott’s ex-girlfriend and I doubt she is doing this as a joke.”

  “Well, that’s his tough luck,” I said bitterly. “I’m sure she has her reasons. And good detective work, by the way.”

  “It wasn’t hard.” She laughed. “Scott’s Facebook page isn’t private and he has old photos with her.”

  “But it was detective work that led you to confirming that Helen Smith was the H Smith. Not many people would have looked up criminal and civil records to match a signature.”

  “You know me, I’m thorough.” Lacey laughed modestly. “But we really don’t know what happened between them. Maybe you should tell him what’s going on. Maybe he had a reason to lie.”

  “He lied because he wanted to hit it and quit it and maybe he’s trying to get back with Helen,” I said with a groan. “Well, I’ll show him.�
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  “What are you going to do?” Lacey asked, her voice breathless. “And are you sure you want to? Didn’t you say he was the best sex you’ve ever had?”

  “He was all right,” I lied, not wanting to remember just how good he’d been. “And I’m going to do what Helen asked. I’m going to go in and be his assistant. I’m going to pretend I don’t care that he lied and then on Saturday, I’m going to give him the lap dance of his life and embarrass the shit out of him.”

  “Oh, Eliza, you sound like you have a plan.”

  “Well, you know what they say about plans…” I grinned into the phone. “Don’t reveal them if you want them to come true.”

  “Eliza, what are you going to do?”

  “Can’t say just yet.” I laughed. “But look, I have to go and choose my outfit for tomorrow. I want to make sure I’m looking my best when Scott Taylor lays eyes on me for the second time.”

  ***

  My heart was racing as I waited outside of the office. I could see Scott sitting at his desk in a dark navy-blue suit. He was on the phone and scribbling something down on a piece of paper. My heart thudded as I stood there waiting for him to call me inside. I couldn’t wait to see his eyes as he recognized me. I couldn’t wait to see the shock, and to hear the excuses. I couldn’t wait to bend over to pick up a pen so he could stare at my long legs and pert ass. I was going to drive him crazy and I was going to love it. He would pay for using me for a quickie. I knocked on the door and waited.

  “Come in,” he called out without looking up. I walked in to the room slowly and stopped a couple of yards away from his desk, waiting for him to look up and see me. He held a hand up as he continued talking on the phone and I could feel my stomach rumbling as I waited for the moment our eyes would meet. “Sorry about that,” he said finally as he hung up the phone. “I’m Scott Taylor,” he said and stood up, his hand outstretched. I watched as his blue eyes widened in shock and his jaw fell open. He looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled widely. “Well, well, well, look who we have here,” he said with a huge grin that had my stomach doing somersaults. I had no idea why he looked so happy to see me. Didn’t he realize he’d now been busted?