Sleeping With the Boss(25)

Heather leaned up, turning towards him.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“My turn.”





Chapter Nine





Julian lay back as Heather straddled his hips, her pussy over the length of his cock. He felt the wetness of her release coat his cock. She grinned down at him. The intent on her face was clear. She kissed him, biting his lower lip.

“I’m all yours, baby,” he said.

“Then lie back and enjoy, baby.”

He smiled, watching and feeling her work her way down his body. She stopped at his nipples, lathering them with her tongue and nibbling the tips. He moaned enjoying the way her hair, wet from the pool water, slid along his body. With each touch of her lips and glide of her hair, he knew she was getting closer to his cock. The anticipation of feeling her lips wrapped around his shaft was killing him.

The sounds coming from her were addictive. She was down to his stomach, her tongue curving round his muscles in a smooth action. He watched as she moved between his legs. Her lips were inches away from the tip of his cock. His foreskin eased back exposing the slit of his cock. A jewel of pre-cum leaked out of the top. Her tongue licked the pre-cum from his slit. He groaned from the pleasure of her touch. Her hands stayed on his legs. Only her lips and tongue were on his shaft. She toyed with the tip, first with her tongue then with her mouth. She teased the vein up and down his shaft.

“Touch me, Heather. Put your fucking hands on my dick.” He let out a growl as her hands wrapped around his length pumping from root to tip. She sucked him inside the heat of her. When he hit the back of her throat she came up not taking anymore.

She sucked him in. Her cheeks went in from the suction of her mouth. He watched his length disappear into her mouth to slide out wet from her saliva. He pumped his hips trying to get deeper into her mouth, but she stopped him with both hands wrapped around his length.

His frustrating was growing with every time she denied him. It wasn’t fair. He needed to be inside her. The torment was killing him.

She pulled up, his cock falling out of her mouth with a “plop” sound.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

Her lips were swollen and her face flushed. Julian knew she was turned on from sucking his cock. “I need more. Please, suck my dick.”

“Is that rule four?”

“Yes,” he growled.

She giggled then took more of him to the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. Her muscles relaxed, and he felt her deep-throat him. The action made him moan as his balls tightened. She came up following with her hand then went back down, her fingers working the base of his cock as she took him deep.

He wanted to watch every action. The pleasure was too intense. He lay down as his release built. His balls tightened. Julian cupped her head. His hands fisted in her hair. His cock thickened, and the first wave of cum shot into her mouth. Julian heard her moans, and he tried to pull away to stop himself spilling in her mouth. She sucked him in. He looked down at her watching her throat swallowing his seed, his cum sliding down her throat. He moaned, the pleasure more than anything he’d ever felt.

When he was flaccid and spent she let him go. She wiped her mouth staring up at him.

He opened his arms for her to lie down next to him. She went to him without arguing. He was spent for the time being. His cock was satisfied from the pleasure of her mouth. She snuggled by his side, their hands interlocking on his chest.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

Julian smiled, content for the first time with his life.

“It is so peaceful here,” she said.

“I know. I’m glad I shared it with you.”

She snorted. “I bet you say that to all the women.”

“No, just you.” He turned to her. He wanted her to know that she was different. Julian didn’t see her in the same light as he did the other women. “You’re different, Heather. You shouldn’t ever forget how special you are.”

“I’m sleeping with my boss,” she said, her gaze going past his shoulder to the water of the pool. He let go of her hand, capturing her face and forcing her to look at him.

“No, you’re not.” He kissed her lips. For the first time he didn’t care about her going down on him or about the taste of his semen on her lips. “You’re sleeping with Julian the man. I’m not your boss in these moments, and I’m not Julian Goff the businessman.”

“You’re just Julian,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m only Heather.”

He nodded his head. “Hello, Heather. Nice to meet you. I’m Julian.”

She laughed. “Nice to meet you, Julian.”