The Boss Crush

“Is this what you want?” he asks, gripping his length and stroking down to the base. He holds his shaft, moving back up and squeezing the tip. “You want to finally feel what it’s like to have me inside you?” I nod yes, spreading my legs open for him. “Good, because I’ve thought about your pussy for years.”

Lyle drags the tip up and down my wet slit, coating it in my arousal. Then devastatingly slowly, he pushes his hips forward until his hips are touching me. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

Condom? The fleeting thought comes and goes as he pulls back and thrusts forward, shoving the thought from my head. I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.

His fingers hold my hips, moving around to scoop my ass in his hands, to lift me a little off the chair. Lyle’s on his knees in front of me, the open sky above us, and everything about this feels right.

I feel like this never happened before because it was meant for right now. Everything is perfect. The temperature of the air, the crystal clear sky, the way my body fits around his like it was made for him.

Pistoning his hips, he fucks me hard, he fucks me fast, he fucks me like he needs me to live. Nothing else matters. Just this. Just now.

Tearing at the collar of my dress, Lyle breaks the top few buttons, exposing my bra. He roughly pulls out my breast from the cup, before he leans forward and sucks it into his mouth. “Mm,” he moans, running his tongue across my chest to the other breast.

My fingers cut through his hair, snagging and curling, and tugging at his roots. Grinding up, I match his thrust with one of my own. My clit rubs against his lower belly and I can feel the orgasm as it electrifies my core.

It’s hot, making me warm from the inside out. It spreads over my skin, leaving me in a dewy sweat as I moan even louder. With one final thrust, Lyle grunts, and I feel his cock as it spills warm cum deep inside my pussy.

It’s pulsing, over and over, filling me to the point it seeps down my ass and onto the chair.

Dropping his forehead against my chest, he’s breathing hard. My hands fall onto his back, and ride each inhale, our chests hitting in the middle with each lift.

“Holy shit, Dalia,” he says between breaths. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Right, wow.”

“I have no words right now.” Tilting his face, he rests his cheek between my breasts. “I’m serious, that was incredible.”

My fingers play with the ends of his hair, twirling them into tight spirals. I’m smiling, there’s no way for me to stop. I feel so damn good.

I can feel his pulse as it beats against my chest. It’s quick, thump after thump beating against my ribs. And in this second of silence, in this one single moment where I can feel all of him, I see myself.

I see where I was in my past, and I see where I ended up. I can see what led me here, to this moment, to this one blip in time.

But none of it compares to what I see in my future.

When you know something before you say it out loud. When you feel it before it’s returned to you by another; you just know.

Lyle Vox is meant to be my future.

He just doesn’t know it yet.

6

Lyle

“Gotcha,” I say quietly into her ear as I wrap my arms around her waist, capturing her as she steps through the doorway of the break-room.

Taking a few short steps, I move her forward and shut the door behind us. The break-room is quiet and empty. No one is around, it’s just us.

“Jesus, Lyle, you scared me,” Dalia says under her breath as she grabs my hands, and looks back at me over her shoulder. “What are you doing? Someone could see us.” Kissing her neck, she slips her hand up into my hair, sending tingles down my spine.

“You’re right, they could. That’s kind of hot don’t you think?” I slide my hands down her hips and over her ass. “The thought of someone walking in and seeing us here like this, it’s turning me on.”

We’ve been keeping things really low key for the past couple weeks, doing our best to make sure we stay under the Sandy radar. So far, it’s worked. She doesn’t suspect a thing. But I’m growing less and less concerned about what she thinks.

I’m at the point where I don’t really care. But Dalia still does, and out of respect for her, I’ll keep my mouth shut until she’s ready.

Shifting my hips, I rub my cock against her. Her body stiffens, and she sucks in a breath. “Lyle, we can’t, not here.”