Chapter Twenty-Five

Leandra

By no small miracle, I managed to haul Sam upstairs and guide him to bed.  Grizzly was kind enough to help me load the drunken fighter into Chrissie’s SUV, but it was up to me to get his ass home safely.  In a show of loyalty, my new biker friend did offer to come home with us and make sure Sam made it to his bedroom without puking all over the place, but I politely declined.  If Douglas and Katherine woke up from all the noise and came to investigate, that would not go over very well at all.

I don’t think a ‘Hi evil parents who already hate me, just carting your sloshed baby boy up to bed, nothing to see here,’ would suffice as a decent explanation.

I’m pretty sure they heard us anyway, since Sam was doing nothing to quiet our procession from front door to upstairs bedroom.  My ‘shushing’ was almost as loud as his lumbering movements and heavy footsteps.

Once we were safely in the room and my intoxicated bodyguard rested comfortably in bed, I finally let out a sigh of relief.  Mission accomplished.  Time for some much needed sleep.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” Sam slurred, opening his eyes just enough to give me a come-hither stare.  “Why don’t you bring that hot ass a tiny bit closer?  I’m really friendly, you know.”

As if needing to convince me further, he patted the bed and winked.

Fuck.

Yes, I wanted to rip off my panties and straddle him, finally taking what I had waited so long to receive…but that would be wrong.  Wouldn’t it?

I froze, hesitating, while I had an internal debate.

“Come on, Lee,” he urged.  “We both know that kiss wasn’t a one-off.  Give me another taste of the good stuff.”

This is torture. 

Pure and utter torture.  Just waterboard me for fuck’s sake and it won’t be as painful as the ache between my legs that I won’t let him satisfy.

“What about your rule?” I asked him quietly, eager to remind him of our conversation this afternoon.

“Yeah, I always practice safe sex,” he confirmed, pointing to the closet.  “You have condoms in your bug-out bag. Just grab one…or two.  Cuz I might need more if things go the way I think they will.”

Then he giggled.

Have you ever seen a grown ass man giggle?  It’s more frightening than anything else.

I slowly peeled off my shorts and flung them to the side, giving him the start of a very seductive strip show.

“No, baby,” I purred, returning his look of lust.  “Your rule is that there can be no touching of your boss.  Remember that?  You don’t want to risk your job, so you’re not allowed to make any moves on me.”

“Huh?” he grunted, clearly not pleased with his stupid fucking statement from earlier in the day.

Next, I slipped my tank top over my head to reveal a sexy black bra. 

“If you want me to play by your rules, Sam, you’re going to have to play by mine.  Will you do as I ask if I promise to make this game enjoyable for you?”

“Mmhmm,” he answered instantly, licking his lips in anticipation of all that I had to offer.

The guy tried to sit up in bed and instantly put out a hand to steady himself.  Yeah, he was that drunk. The circumstances I was faced with just gave me another reason why there would be no sex tonight.   Our first time should be incredible, not a disappointment due to his overindulgence of alcohol.

But there were still ways to pleasure my bodyguard.

“Lay back with your head on the pillow,” I ordered sternly, leaving no doubt that my demands were to be followed explicitly.  “Put your hands behind your head.”

“You’re always so fucking bossy,” he replied with a pout before adding, “I like it.  A woman who knows what she wants and goes for it…that gets me hard.”

Good to know, I guess.

Moving closer so I could begin tonight’s festivities, I casually unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmured, reaching out to touch my hand with one of his.

“Keep both your hands behind your head,” I commanded in one of my best ‘do not piss me off or you’ll regret it’ tones of voice.  “Otherwise this will be over before it starts.”

“This might be over pretty quick anyway, hot stuff.  I drank a lot and I could probably pass out at any moment.  Fair warning.”

I raised an eyebrow.  No way in hell was I letting this opportunity go to waste.

With lightning speed, I tugged his pants off and found myself face to crotch with a very erect penis.  Due to the fact that Sam wore white briefs and was rock hard, there was literally nothing left to my imagination.

“Wow,” I muttered breathlessly.

“I’m big,” he confessed, as if I didn’t already know that.

“I can handle it,” I reassured him with a confidence I didn’t fully possess.  The odds were fifty-fifty that this would either go remarkably well or fail miserably.  I’ll leave it up to fate to decide.

Gently massaging his cock through the underwear, I began to build anticipation while teasing him with some dirty talk.

“What should I do next, Sam?” I murmured seductively.  “I don’t know if I can fit this into my mouth.  It’s just…so…so…gigantic.”

Men loved to have their egos stroked almost as much as they liked their cocks stroked.

“You don’t have to—”

“Have you ever known me to back away from a challenge?  Lean back, close your eyes, and let me get to work.”

“No.”

“What?”  No one tells me ‘no’ and gets away with it.

“I’m not closing my eyes.  I want to watch you deep throat me.”

Alrighty then.

Pushing his briefs down for maximum access, I broke into a huge smile at the sight of Sam’s package.  Long, thick, and neatly trimmed.  Just like I like them.

Leaning closer, I took a lick from base to tip, as though sampling a popsicle before I sucked on the entire thing.  Sam grunted and his whole body stiffened in response.  I took that as a sign to keep going.  Hell, nothing was going to stop me now.  Making sure my ponytail was secure lest any stray hairs get in my mouth and ruin the show, I was all set to give the blow job of a lifetime.

My hands were in position around the base of his cock, one taking a field trip to play with his balls every once in a while, and my mouth was right where it needed to be.

Sucking, licking, humming, teasing, and lapping away like a woman possessed, I claimed every inch of the man.  My goal was to have Sam burning with a desire that only I could quench.  Make him forget every other little bitch that had come before me, especially Betty Jo, and worship at my feet.

His cock came to life in appreciation of my effort, pulsing and twitching when I made a move he liked.  I was like some super computer desperate to learn the ways of the world, making adjustments at light speed in order to adapt.  If I did something to earn a good reaction, I did it twice more…faster and harder.

Completely transfixed on nothing but my mouth and his dick, I worked my bodyguard like a fucking pro.  Curling my tongue, cupping his balls, sliding his rigid shaft in and out with a precise rhythm, I was on fire.

Once I found a pace that seemed almost comfortable, I added in a few bold moves such as finger play near his ass cheeks.  This coaxed a primal moan from someplace deep within his chest. 

It was only a matter of moments before Sam’s whole body began to tremble and I knew a release was imminent.

“Holy fuck,” he yelled, “you’re gonna make me come!”

Sure enough, two seconds later his cock jerked and liquid happiness shot out of him in plentiful supply.  I had no choice but to swallow it all or drown in the stuff.  Gulping down his load with a smile of satisfaction, I congratulated myself on a job well done.

Adding to my pleasure?  There was no doubt that the entire house heard his shouts of ecstasy.  Take that, Katherine.  All your efforts to run me off didn’t do shit.  In fact, they might have brought me even closer to Sam.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I snuck off to the bathroom to rinse and spit.  Yes, it was risky leaving the safety of the bedroom and chancing a run-in with a disgruntled mother-in-law, but well worth it.  No way was I leaving this taste in my mouth.  I am somewhat civilized.

After successfully brushing my teeth, I returned to the bedroom.  I’m not sure what I expected to find.  Possibly Sam leaning back on his pillow with a rosy glow of joy.  Maybe even a willing participant eager to return the favor.  Of course I would allow that and break the ‘no touching your boss rule.’  Especially if I tied up his hands and made him only use his mouth.  That would be thrilling.

In reality, nothing remotely kinky awaited me.  Instead, Sam was fast asleep and snoring rather loudly.

With a sigh of disappointment, I threw on some pajamas and managed to cover us with a blanket.  Snuggling up against my bodyguard and deeply inhaling his masculine scent, I sent up a silent prayer of appreciation.  This moment was better than anything I’ve experienced in a long, long time.

Unfortunately, I knew Sam liked to keep his distance and try to act professional whenever he was around me.  Now that things have absolutely crossed a line, how is he going to behave tomorrow?

I have my suspicions it won’t be pretty.  In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he has one hell of a meltdown in the morning.

I do love a challenge…