Boss of Me

We’ve only just gotten in the tub, but she stands and grabs one of the plush robes off the hook on the wall. She taps the button to turn off the jets and carefully steps out, pulling the soft terrycloth over her shoulders and holding out a hand to me.

“Come on.” She doesn’t have to ask twice.

I stand, taking the other robe and pulling it over my body. It absorbs the water from our skin, and I take her hand as she walks me to the California king-sized bed. It’s lit on all sides with small yellow lights, and track lighting illuminates the floor around it, making it seem to float.

We step onto the fluffy beige carpet and she turns, dropping to her knees. I’m just about to speak when her hands slide up my thighs, grazing my balls with her nails and guiding my aching erection to her lips.

“Rocky…” My large hands catch the sides of her head, and she pulls my tip between her pillow lips.

Round, blue eyes gaze up at me, and she flickers her tongue all around, sucking as she slides her hand up my shaft to meet her mouth.

I groan loudly as she takes me farther down her throat. It feels incredible. My knees are weak, and I can’t stop watching her moving faster, taking me deeper. I’m about to shoot down her throat when I reach down to lift her by the arms, moving her onto her stomach on the bed.

Snatching the condom off the night stand, my fingers shake, I’m so close. I roll it on quickly then step to her, ripping the robe up and exposing her creamy, heart-shaped ass.

Yes, I want that. Grabbing her hip, I pull her to the edge. I’m lost in a haze of need as I line up my tip and shove balls deep into her clenching, wet pussy.

“Fuck, yes.” It’s a low, guttural groan, and I thrust faster.

She moans, lifting her hips up to meet me, chasing her own orgasm. I’m too far gone to help. I’ll make it up to her in just a few… more… Jesus… I come so hard on my last thrust. Her ass bounces as I slam into her, and my eyes squeeze shut as I fall forward, gripping her waist.

I’m breathing hard, and her face turns to the side, searching. I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her long and full, tasting the bitter tang of the wine on her tongue. She kisses me back with matching need, and I slide my hand between her legs, finding her clit and circling as I rock my hips slowly, still deep inside her.

A whimper aches from her throat, and I reach down to catch the condom, holding it as I pull out and quickly tying it off and tossing it into the trash. Then I flip her onto her back placing my mouth right between her thighs and kissing her there, sucking and pulling her clit with my tongue and teeth.

It doesn’t take much before she’s bucking against my face. Her fingers thread in my hair, and she moans so loud. I keep going until she’s pushing away from me, writhing in the blankets and begging me to stop.

Rising up, I climb onto the bed beside her and pull her against my chest feeling satisfied and so damn good.

We were supposed to sort out this thing between us when we got back from the mountains, but between Taron leaving, following up on Marley, and preparing for this gala, it seemed easier to fall back into our work roles.

I know there are conversations we need to have. Two very important conversations in particular. Still, in this moment, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I can’t imagine willingly taking us into difficult situations. At least not yet.

What happened in the past, what’s coming in the future, none of it will change if we wait a few hours more. One more day. We’ve come this far, after all.

These thoughts are drifting quietly through my mind when I notice her breathing has turned into that soft, rhythmic sound of sleep. I kind of love that sound.

My eyes are closed, and I follow her to that place of rest, where there is no fighting. Where we can simply be together, safe in each other’s arms.

“We’ll be late if I don’t call the car now. Are you ready?’ The room phone is between my shoulder and my ear, and I polish off my scotch.

After a day of walking up and down Rodeo Drive, checking out the Walk of Fame, Warner Bros studios, driving on Sunset Boulevard with the Hollywood sign to our left and the Griffith Observatory to our right, I had worried she might be too exhausted for the gala. I was wrong.

My little fighter insisted on getting ready in her own room tonight, much to my annoyance.

“Almost done.” I can hear the sounds of movement on the other end of the line. “Head on down to the lobby bar. I’ll meet you there in five minutes.”

“I’m calling the car, so don’t be too long.”

We disconnect, and I put my glass in the sink. Jerry checked in and let us know where he’d be tonight. I’m tempted to avoid that part of the building, but I can’t ignore my senior account exec, especially since I sent him here to get us established in the city.

Or at least that’s what I said.

That motherfucker had better not put a finger on Rocky if he knows what’s good for him.

The elevator opens to the bustling lobby, and I make my way through a mix of appropriately and inappropriately dressed guests.

The things people put on to wear in public amazes me—men in particular. I receive a text the car is out front, and when I look up, my surroundings seem to fade.