Page 3 of The Boss

“N-nothing,” I stutter out.

We continue to sit in silence, sipping our drinks.

“I’m going to turn on the LA baseball game if you want to join me,” she says, breaking the quiet and standing up from her chair.

“Sure, yeah, I’ll join you.”

We walk into the family room next to the kitchen in a comfortable silence, both of us taking a seat on the couch. During the next hour while we watch the game, we banter as we did sometimes when my father wasn’t around. I spent the entire time stealing glances at her, noticing her beauty. Her long hair is down, which is a rarity, and I just want to twirl it in my fingers.

It’s the top of the fifth, and LA are up four runs to none.

Stretching my arms up, I put my left arm behind her. She leans back just a little, which confirms to me she’s comfortable. I look over at her; she keeps her eyes on the TV, but then she turns her head to me and smiles when she senses my glare.

I smile back at her and whisper, “I’ve been wanting to do this for years.”

“Do what?” she whispers back.

Instead of using my words, I kiss her. Her lips are soft, softer than I could have imagined. Moving my other hand around her neck, I rub my thumb across her jaw. When I open my eyes, I look at her, quickly noticing her shocked expression.

“Was it that bad?” I ask.

She lets out a soft laugh. “No, it wasn’t bad at all; I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Before I can respond, she leans into me and kisses me.

Moving my hands to her waist and to the hem of her shirt, I pause. “I really don’t want to do this on the couch. Could we go upstairs?”

She nods.

I grab her hand and lead her upstairs to my room. It’s a basic room with dark wood furniture, a gray comforter, sheets, and a large flat-screen mounted on the wall across from my bed.

Pulling her into the room, I grab her waist and kiss her again. I don’t want to push too strongly, allowing her to set the pace, which she does by gently pushing me towards the bed.

Since the couch, my cock has been bulging against my slacks, and it’s becoming rather painful.

Walking backwards, I feel the back of my legs hit the bed, and I fall to lie on my back, using my elbows to prop myself up slightly. Juliet straddles me, and slowly takes her shirt off. My eyes don’t leave her bare chest for a moment to appreciate how breathtaking she is.

I unbutton my shirt, and she gets up from the bed to take off her jeans, revealing a matching lavender set. Standing up, I follow suit, my gaze never leaving her.

“Juliet, there is no going back from here–” Before I can get the words out, she kisses me again, pulling down my boxers.

She pushes me back onto the bed, and takes off her panties. Leaning up and to the side, I reach out to the nightstand and grab a condom out of the drawer before rolling it down my throbbing cock.

With my hand on her back, I drag her closer and shift until she’s on her back, my body hovering over hers. Leaning down, I kiss her deeply, taking my time to savor the moment. My lips trail from her mouth to her neck, down the curve of her chest, and further down, pressing kisses along her stomach.

She squirms beneath me, her breath catching with every touch.

By the time my mouth reaches her pussy, she’s trembling.

A sharp inhale leaves her as I drag my tongue through her wet folds, tasting her. I slide my tongue in and out, feeling the way her body reacts, and the way her hips move against me.

Her moans grow louder, her body tightening as I work her higher.

I shift my focus to her clit, drawing it into my mouth. My tongue swirls over the sensitive nub, and her whole body tenses as she comes apart beneath me.

Moving back up until our faces are aligned, I kiss her again while lining my cock up with her pussy.

As I thrust into her, she lets out a breathy moan, her body arching beneath me.