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His eyes are clouded over, and his face is dark with emotion. I can see him struggling to form the words he wants to say to me—undoubtedly an apology for last night. I don’t want him to apologize though. My body trembles with fear and my stomach turns a somersault, but I feel a strange sense of resolve begin to fill my heart. The fear ebbs and I start to feel different. Bolder somehow. My body is tingling from head to toe and feels like the pins and needles you get when your body falls asleep.
“Jordan, I wanted to apologize for what happened last night. It was—”
“Don’t apologize,” I say.
When I hear my voice, I pause and a giggle bursts from my mouth. My voice is low and husky. Sultry. It’s not my normal voice, but for some reason, I’m talking like a porn star all of the sudden. At the same time though, seeing him sitting there and remembering the feel of his hands on my body last night ignites those fires inside of me again. I feel the center of me growing warm and slick and as I do, I feel a flood of courage flow through my veins that match my desire.
It all coalesces in the pit of my belly, sending out tendrils of strength to every cell in my body, making me feel bolder than I’ve ever been. Biting my bottom lip, I throw back the covers and see Director Ballard’s eyes grow wide. He sits up and licks his lips, unable to take his eyes off my naked body. His eyes roam my body, feeling like they’re leaving trails of warmth in their wake. He tries to avert his eyes but can’t seem to force himself to actually do it.
“Jordan, you should probably put some clothes on,” he says but I can tell by the tone in his voice that he doesn’t want me to.
Although they’re shaking, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up, letting him truly see me. My stomach is churning violently and I’m doing all I can to keep standing upright. My legs continue to tremble so hard, I’m half-afraid they’re going to give out under me. But the way he’s looking at me only fuels the fires inside of me. Director Ballard looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world—like I’m a piece of living art or a goddess descended from the heavens—and it bolsters my courage. It puts steel in my spine and makes me feel bolder.
“Jordan, what are you doing?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.
Gnawing on my bottom lip and fighting off the waves of nervousness that continue to batter me, I walk over to him and sit down, straddling his lap. His muscles are taut, and his entire body is tense. And when I lean down and press my mouth to his, I place my hand on his chest and can feel his heart beating like a jackhammer inside of him. Our tongues swirl together languidly, and I can feel his cock stiffening beneath me. My pulse is racing and I grind myself against his thick length, my entire body quivering with pleasure.
He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes glazed over and his jaw set. But deep within his gaze, I can see the hunger. The desire. Though he’s doing his best to control himself, I can see the flames of passion burning deep in his eyes.
“We can’t do this, Jordan,” he croaks.
I catch my bottom lip between my teeth as I slowly and seductively grind my dripping wet center against the rigid cock I’m straddling.
“Certainly feels like we can.”
“We can’t,” he says, though I note he’s not making any move to stand and get me off his lap.
“Why not?” I ask. “We’re both adults.”
“Because it’s not appropriate. You’re a guest at this facility—”
“So, what,” I say.
Feeling bolder than I’ve ever felt in my life, I lean forward and kiss him again. I melt against Director Ballard’s hard, toned body and shudder when he trails his fingertips up my back. He tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling my head firmly back as he kisses my neck, gently nipping at the skin along my collarbone. A soft moan passes my lips when his mouth moves lower, sucking and gently grazing my stiff, sensitive nipples with his teeth.
A sharp squeak bursts from my mouth when he gets to his feet and picks me up as if I weigh nothing at all. Director Ballard sets me down on the table then pulls the chair over and sits down again, never taking his eyes off me. My breath is quickened and my pulse races as he stares at me with those icy blue eyes and I flinch as if startled when he parts my thighs. He continues to hold my gaze as he leans forward and traces my warm, slick opening with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whisper.
His breath is warm against my opening, the tip of his tongue soft as he runs it along my wet, swollen lips and I shudder, a gasp bursting from my mouth. Director Ballard parts my slick folds with his tongue, plunging it deep inside of me, making my entire body tense. I sit up and grab hold of his sandy blonde hair, pulling it hard as I writhe against his mouth, taking his tongue deeper into me. He laps at my molten core with a passionate abandon that rocks me from head to toe, licking and teasing my clit as he drives a pair of fingers deep inside of me.
I grip his hair with both hands, pulling him closer to me as I grind my pussy against his mouth, the stubble on his cheeks scraping the insides of my thighs. A spasm of ecstasy shoots through me and he grunts when I yank his hair even harder, the sound of it lost in my hot, wet depths. I’ve never had somebody go down on me before and my body is being rocked by sensations I’ve never felt before. Every muscle in my body is tight but at the same time, I feel… weightless. It’s almost like that moment when you crest the rise of the biggest drop on a roller coaster and hang there for just a moment as if you’re defying gravity itself.
But then gravity takes hold, and your insides are all pushed up into your throat and you’re overcome by the most intense rush of sensation you’ve ever felt. You feel like laughing and screaming all at the same time. That’s exactly how I feel as Director Ballard’s mouth and fingers bring me to that point high up on the roller coaster. And as my orgasm comes crashing down over me, I thrash and writhe on the table, a stuttering gasp bursting from my throat. Director Ballard holds me down, pinning me to the table as I come.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Oh my God…”
He keeps licking and sucking on me all the way through my orgasm, prolonging it and making the sensation almost too intense to bear. Gripping his hair tightly, I sit up and pull him away, gasping for breath like I just ran a marathon. My entire body is spasming and it feels like electricity is pulsing between my thighs and spreading through my limbs. I look down at Director Ballard and smile, feeling my face flush with heat.
He smiles at me for a moment, his lips and chin glistening with my juices. But his eyes widen and he stands up so suddenly, he almost knocks me off the table. He quickly wipes his mouth and shakes his head.
“I—I need to go,” he stammers. “You should get dressed and get over to the mess hall for breakfast, Jordan.”
“Wait, aren’t—”
“Breakfast. Get dressed and head to the mess hall.”
“We should talk about what just happened,” I say.
