F Boy: Screwing the Boss series

by Michelle McLoughney

  “I burn for no man,” she replies haughtily, raising her chin. I crash my lips down on hers, and she pushes against my chest, thumping me and twisting in my arms. I could crush her so easily, her ribcage against mine fragile as a birdcage, the little heart within beating rapidly. And then she moans into my mouth, I catch it on my tongue and smile against her lips. Her fingers pluck at my t-shirt and find the taut skin underneath. I’m rock hard, and frantic with the pulses of electricity flowing through me. The scent of apple from her hair wraps around me like a shroud, and the air grows heavy with heat and longing. My hands fill her hair pulling it and tugging her head back, while my cock jumps against my boxers looking for release. The damp patch of precum grows, and I pull her hand down to encase me through the denim. Her fingers eagerly press hard against me, rubbing my cock, squeezing and moaning. Picking her up by the waist, she throws her legs around me as I walk her over to the seldom used crofter’s cottage at the edge of the woods, keeping my mouth on hers. Resting her gently down, I untangle her and step back to pull off my t-shirt. Her eyes eat me greedily, her body shakes and her breath quickens. My mind races at a million miles an hour, everything I’ve waited for, everything I’ve wanted is in front of me. Ready for me.

  AVA

  “Put your hands on the wall.”

  His voice is low and gruff. I comply as though apart from my body, the sweet tension building through me. Anticipation making every breath and every touch electric. Arching my back I groan and breathe heavy. “You want this, don’t you Ava. You want me.”

  I nod, clenching my fingers into fists at either side of my head, punching the wall lightly.

  “Answer me, tell me,” he demands.

  “Yes, I want you. I want you Ridge.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do, Ava. What dirty things do you want me to do to you,” he says, flipping me onto my back, his hands on either side of my head. I fight the urge to cover my breasts with my hands, instead I let the whitewashed walls cool my back. A bead of sweat runs down the centre of my breasts, and I jump when he catches it with his thumb, rubbing it away. The heat between us immeasurable, crazy animal heat. I grow bold and dangerous with every touch and every thought.

  “I want you to fuck me ridge. I want you to fill me up with your cock until I scream your name,” I moan, as he runs a palm slowly down the middle of my chest, not touching my breasts, yet still they respond, my nipples pebbling with need.

  “Turn around Ava. Spread your hands flat against the wall.” I look into his eyes his pupils are huge and his gaze intense and hungry, before turning away from him and closing my eyes.

  His cock hardens against my back, and he cups my pussy with one hand.

  “This belongs to me. It is mine alone.”

  Reaching around my waist, he unclips the clasp of my jodhpurs, and pulls them down roughly to the floor dragging my panties with them. Lifting a foot, Ridge takes off my riding boots, slipping my jodhpurs down over my feet one at a time. I jump and moan as his mouth connects with the back of my knee and he drags his tongue, wet and cool up the inside of my thigh until he hits my pussy. Throwing my head back, a guttural moan escapes my lips. I feel him smile against my pussy, before he dives his tongue into me with enough force to send shockwaves from my head to my toes. I immediately feel a surge of wetness and cry out, hitting my palm against the wall.

  “You taste like heaven Ava, so fucking sweet. Open up for me.” Breathing heavily I relax my body, as he opens me up with his fingers continuing the sweet assault on my pussy.

  “Such a sweet little cunt Ava, if you could only see what I see. Your pussy glistening and wet, twinkling for me.” The way he talks, his filthy mouth, makes me grind myself against his tongue and groan unashamedly.

  “You like that don’t you. I’m going to fuck you so many times, in so many ways that your body will sing for me Ava, for me alone.” I don’t recognise the sounds I’m making. Even when masturbating I stay silent, detached. With Ridge all I feel is release, like a dam of emotion bursting out of me. I feel him stand up behind me and realise that I’m panting and touching myself.

  “Yes. Touch yourself for me, show me how you like it.” He puts his hand over mine and finds my clit, the little bud standing to attention.

  “Jesus Ridge. Jesus!”

  I move my hips back and forth until I feel myself getting close. When he presses two fingers inside me I come apart and call his name out, pressing my forehead against the wall. My inner muscles clench around his fingers as he thrusts them up further and further until his knuckles hit against my opening.

  Pulling his fingers out, he rubs my juice against my lips.

  “Taste yourself for me. Taste how sweet you are.” I suck his fingers and lay my head back onto his chest. Taking his fingers from my mouth, he sucks on them and kisses the back of my hair.

  “I want you to come too, Ridge. I want you-”

  “Soon princess. Soon. Turn around,” he whispers, panting and breathless. He unzips himself, as I turn and watch him as he pulls his jeans to the floor. Huge muscular thighs hold my attention, before his cock springs out of his briefs. I marvel at the beauty of him, his cock thick and veiny. The bulbous head is perfectly round and engorged, it glistens with drops of precum at the tip. He fists it and pumps it hard for a few strokes, rubbing his thumb over the tip and spreading his cum up and down his shaft. His eyes are half closed and he moans softly with each stroke, my name coming from his lips like a prayer. Taking his hand in mine, I suck his thumb, and he growls, breathing quickening.

  “Oh fuck Ava, I want you to taste me, I want to cum in your mouth and have you swallow every last drop. I want to cum on your tits and massage it in.” Grunting he kicks off his shoes and pulls down his jeans, and under wear over his feet throwing them to one side.

  “Socks,” I say laughing.

  “Bitch,” he grins at me, and my heart flip flops at the familiarity between us. He tugs at them and stands straight slapping my arse hard. I yelp and turn to look at him folding my arms against my chest.

  “Never,” he says shaking his head, and pulling my arms down to my sides. “Never cover yourself. Every part of you is beautiful to me. Now. Go to the workbench and bend over it. Do it now. Do it before I take you here on the ground and fuck you until you can’t walk. As it is I’m going to have to be gentle with you, because you’re so tiny. If I fuck you the way I want to, I’m going to hurt you. I never want to do that, Ava. I only want to pleasure you, to protect you and love you.” Did he just say? No. He’s turned on. It’s just banter.

  For the first time in my life I feel sexual, and powerful. Brushing past him making sure my breasts touch off his chest as I do, I make my way to the wooden work bench. His cock springs up bouncing off his belly the tip reaching his navel, his breath hitches in his throat, and he throws his head back in ecstasy, as he continues to fist his dick between his fingers. I love this new found control I feel, he wants me as much as I do him. Watching him makes me even wetter, and I rub my pussy with my palm, groaning before bending over the bench.

  “Wait!” He cries out.

  I turn to him and my heart jumps in my chest when he grabs a fleeced blanket from a wooden box in the corner of the cottage, and lays it across the bench. I feel tears burn the back of my lids at the gesture. Kindness has been in short supply in my life over the last 17 years. Gripping the edges, I lay my head to one side. Ridge stands behind me and gently spreads my legs wider with his knee. “I’m going to fuck you Ava. I’ll be as gentle as I can, you tell me if I hurt you. Immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” it’s all I can say, when I feel his teeth grazing my ass before he bites down grabbing flesh between his teeth. He sucks hard, making me jerk and raise my ass up to meet him. He slaps one ass cheek hard, and then rubs and sucks at it, repeating the movement over and over until I feel an orgasm rising from deep inside me. Gripping the bench harder I cry out. “Please Ridge.”

  “Please what?” He says before pull
ing my cheeks apart and darting his tongue into my pussy. He withdraws and thrusts his tongue into my ass. I squeal and giggle at the intrusion.

  “Please! Please! Please fill me with your cock.” I can’t stop myself from shouting out. It feels so otherworldly. Ridge lies over my body, licking and sucking my neck while moving his fingers up and down my pussy. My body trembles beneath his hand, and little shocks of need fill my core.

  “Soon baby. Soon. First I want you to come again for me. If I fuck you now I’ll cum quickly. I want to make sure you’re wet enough to take all of me.” I nod moaning as his mouth returns to my pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of my pussy, he drags his tongue down to my ass before pushing his thumb against my opening. My body fights the intrusion, until he opens my pussy lips with his finger and blows onto my clit.

  “Oh my God!” I writhe, and open my legs wider, the gentle breeze hitting my pussy and mixing with the wetness of my juice dripping between my legs. Ridge rubs his thumb up and down my pussy wetting my hole as he does. Pushing gently against my asshole, I let out a moan when his thumb enters me. Thrusting two fingers from his other hand inside my pussy, he creates a rhythm curving them inside me and pressing hard against my G-spot. Moving his thumb in a circular motion inside my ass, I cry out with the intensity of it. I cum hard, my feet lifting from the floor and mumbling nonsense.

  “Oh Ridge! Fuck me, please fuck me. Harder! Harder!”

  He takes his fingers away, and immediately I feel the head of his cock against my pussy. Even though I’m dripping wet, I still cry out when he enters me. His cock is huge and the girth of it stretches me and fills me completely. “You’re so tiny Ava, so tight, and so...ah..Jesus!” He loses himself and pounds into me, the bench shaking and its legs screeching along the floor.

  “Say you’re mine. Say my name,” he growls pulling my hair and twisting it around his fist.

  “Yes Ridge. Harder, fuck me harder. Split my pussy apart.”

  Ridge grunts, and begins a mantra of, “Fuck..fuck..fuck,” between his teeth, as he grabs my hips and draws me further against him. His balls slap heavily against my pussy, and I come apart screaming his name and panting. “Yours! Yours, oh fuck. Yes!”

  Ridge continues to pound hard into me, until he lets out a ferocious roar and fills me with his cum. It spurts inside me again and again, the heat from it running into me in waves. Lying gently down on top of me, his body covering mine. I feel alive, my pussy pulsating and quivering. He stays like that, his cock still inside me and filling me, even in its flaccid state. When he pulls out of me I lie there for a moment letting our juices mingle, until I feel it streaming down the inside of my thigh. Embarrassed I straighten up and look for something to wipe myself off. Ridge, his brow beaded with sweat, takes my hand and gently leads me over to a stack of hay bales in the corner of the room. “Sit, mo chroí.”

  “But, I need to wash-”

  “You need to do what you’re told sometimes, Ava. Sit now,” he says light-heartedly. I sit back and watch him as he finds his clothes, dresses himself quickly and disappears into the little kitchenette room. Moments later he returns with a silver bowl and a pristine white cotton cloth. “Lie back Ava. Put your feet onto the bales and spread your legs for me.” I put my feet flat on the bales and leave myself exposed to him.

  “So beautiful,” he murmurs. I jump, still tender, as he dips the cloth into the water and squeezes the lukewarm water between my legs. Closing my eyes, I lie fully back and try to relax as he washes the remains of our lovemaking from my body. Every touch is gentle and creates the most exquisite torture. I moan and move my ass in time with his strokes. The water and the softness of the cloth is driving me crazy. I’ve never been in such a state of constant arousal before, every touch, every time the water touches my pussy, I moan and raise my pussy up to meet it. My head shakes from side to side as he holds the cloth on my pussy twisting it back and forth. I cum gently this time, and it’s so sweet it hurts.

  “Shhh don’t cry my beautiful girl. Mo Stor. Don’t cry. No one will ever harm you, once we are together.” I open my eyes, and feel the wetness on my cheeks. I hadn’t even realised I was crying.

  “I’m crying because I’m happy Ridge. That was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It was heavenly. It was almost too much.” He smiles at me, his whole face lighting up and his mouth open his teeth straight and wide. He bites his bottom lips and nods. “I knew it would feel like that with us. I’ve waited so long for you Ava. For you to be free of that bastard.” The words jolt me out of my haze, and I jump up and grab my clothes pulling my t-shirt over my head, and hoping from foot to foot to get my jodhpurs on. You stupid fool, Ava!

  “Ava, what is it? What’s wrong?”

  “This is crazy! That was crazy. I should have more sense. God, I’m so sorry. I completely took advantage of you. I’m so sorry Ridge. Please forgive me,” guilt and shame rush through me, and I hide my face from his as I run past him.

  “Wait! Wait just a second!” Ridge grabs my wrist as I walk past him, and pulls me back, his eyes flashing with anger. Raw and untamed it terrifies and thrills me.

  “You were mine since the moment I saw you. We are meant to be together. Nothing matters only that. Only you and me. I know you Ava, I’ve spent years getting to know you. These last few months I’ve seen you change, learn to live-”

  I shake my head my hair flying across us both. “I’m fifteen years older than you Ridge, I should have more sense! You deserve to be with someone-”

  “No!” He roars. “There is only you. I’m in love with you, Ava. Don’t tell me what I need, what I want. Don’t tell me what I feel. The only person I need is you. Why the hell do you think I come back here year after year? I come for you. I waited for you! Tell me you don’t feel it too. Tell me and I’ll walk away from here and leave you alone. Tell me damn it!”

  I run a shaky hand through my hair and try to process what he’s saying. Silence looms over us until the cracking of a branch outside has me pulling my clothes on.

  “Someone’s watching us. Ridge someone’s is out there,” I groan covering my eyes.. Ridge pulls the door open and runs outside. When he returns a few minutes later he shrugs.

  “Whoever it was is gone. And no matter. Neither of us are married anymore. We’ve done nothing wrong, Ava.” I nod, and rest my head against his shoulder, as he leads me back to where our horses stand still tethered.

  Ridge

  We sit and talk, our passion spent and our bodies like liquid. Me, wrapping my fingers around her hair- her forehead sweaty, while she strokes the hair on my chest and peppers my shoulder with kisses. I’ve never felt so calm with another person, never so right. Words are unnecessary and redundant. The silence between us is familiar and right. We stay for hours on the grass, staring at each other until I take her again, softly and with so much gentleness that my head spins when I cum inside her.

  “Ava. I’m leaving in a few days. Edmund wants me out of here. He knows there is this between us, they all know.”

  Ava looks stricken. “But, where will you go, do you need money?” I snort and shake my head. “I don’t need anything my love. I need you. Come with me.” Her face falls and my heart follows suit. “Don’t you want us, Ava?” She closes her eyes and when she opens them they are teary and sorrow-filled. “I want us more than I’ve ever wanted anything, Ridge. But, it’s so sudden. So much to decide, leave Rosemere. Leave Daniel? What will happen to him?”

  I stand lifting her up beside me. “Sleep on it, think about what you want. I’ll not pressure you. This is your decision alone.” Her face clouds over and I worry that she’s slipping away in front of me.

  AVA

  “Do you think I don’t know what’s going on?”

  I turn to look at Edmund and shiver to myself. Over the last 17 years I’ve watched him change from a handsome if stern businessman, into a hard hateful grump. Being around Beaufort brought out the worst in him. The way he looks at me, the way he brushes past me, the way
he tries to control me, makes me afraid and worried.

  “I said-“

  “I heard what you said Edmund. I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

  “The boy. That young boy. Why do you indulge him?”

  “The boy. Really Edmund. Have you lost your mind? Plus, he’s hardly a boy.” The lies fall so softly from my lips I almost forget what it’s like to tell the truth anymore. Years spent hiding my real self from others, being locked away here in this tower. “I saw you together,” he inclines his head.

  “Did you really?” I reply, making sure I add just a hint of boredom to my tone.

  “Beaufort’s will. You’ve read it I presume?”

  I nod. Half a million pounds for 17 years as his devoted wife. A pittance considering my husband’s vast wealth, and the last great fuck you from Beaufort Hartman.

  “Then you realise you have no option but to marry me, in order to stay here?” Edmund smiles triumphantly.

  “I understand perfectly, Edmund. I’ll be leaving as soon as I’ve packed up my things,” I drawl, continuing to flick through my magazine, as though I haven’t a care in the world. Never let them break you.

  “What?!” He bellows. You’d leave all this behind for a farm hand? A nobody? A nothing?”

  I jump up from the couch and face him, anger coursing through my veins.

  “Yes, I choose him! I choose Ridge. I’d rather live a life with him, than live a death sentence here. He’s everything you are not, everything Beaufort was not. He’s good and kind, and I love him. So, yes. I’ll leave with nothing, and I’ll leave with everything. You stupid man!” Edmund recoils and bares his teeth in disgust.

  “Yes. Yes I believe you will, you’re selfish enough to do it. Thinking only with your pussy, like the cunt you are. And your brother. What about your precious Daniel?” He sneers moving closer, close enough for me to smell the gin on his breath.