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I refuse to let him finish that sentence. Instead, I pull him down to me and plant a hard, passionate kiss on him. I fill his mouth with my tongue and grab the front of his shirt with both hands, melting against his hard, toned body. He resists me at first, his kiss tentative and uncertain. But when I reach into his pants and grab his stiff cock, his muscles tense and he reaches around, grabbing my ass with both hands, and pulls me to him.
The hesitance I felt a moment ago is gone and Director Ballard is kissing me with as much heat and passion as I feel gripping my body. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire and goosebumps march up and down my skin as he runs his hands over my body. I still have ahold of his rigid cock, and I tighten my grip even harder, drawing a long, shuddering moan from him. The sounds of makes and the way his body moves as I jack him off has me dripping and I start to stroke him even harder.
“Jordan—”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I cut him off. “I need you inside of me.”
“We shouldn’t…”
I squeeze his cock as hard as I can and his words trail off into a soft sigh of pleasure. Not missing a beat, I drop to my knees and yank his pants down to his knees. Before he can object, I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth. He gasps and tangles his fingers in my hair as I suck and stroke him, working his dick hard and fast. Director Ballard pulls and tugs at my hair, a long, shuddering groan filling the air around us.
Having never given a blowjob before, I’m doing what I’ve seen the women in movies do. He seems to like it though, so I keep going, squeezing and stroking, licking and sucking with all the passion I feel for him. Director Ballard’s body tenses and he grips my hair harder. He pumps his hips, thrusting his cock into my mouth. Still gripping his cock at the base as tight as I can and squeezing his balls with my other hand, I let him fuck my mouth.
I never considered myself the sort of girl who was turned on by violence or liked it rough. But the way Director Ballard manhandles me, the way he spanks me, and having his hand around my throat… just thinking about excites me. Having him gripping my hair and thrusting his cock into the back of my throat has me dripping wet. My panties are soaked through, the insides of my thighs are slick, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt hotter.
Director Ballard pulls his cock out of my mouth and stumbles back a step with a gasp. His forehead is beaded with sweat, his eyes are wide, and he looks at me with an inscrutable expression on his face. He licks his lips and lifts me to my feet. His cock, so long and thick is pressed to my belly as he pulls me to him, and I feel battered by waves of desire.
“I need you inside of me,” I moan. “Now.”
A sharp squeal and a giggle burst from my mouth as Director Ballard lifts me up and carries me over to a large rolling chair that sits in the corner. He sets me down on my feet and then sits down in the chair. My legs are shaking so hard, I’m afraid they’re going to give out beneath me. Director Ballard gives me a sexy little grin that sets my entire body aflame, making me quake with desire.
“Take off your shorts,” he says gruffly.
I’m moving so fast to do as he says that I get my legs tangled in my shorts and almost fall flat on my face. I manage to keep my feet though and shed my clothing. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me toward him and smiles when I straddle his waist. Reaching down, I grab hold of his cock, marveling out how thick and rigid it feels in my hand, and nestle the tip between my slick folds. Our gazes are locked and the air between us crackles with desire and anticipation.
Biting my bottom lip, I slowly lower myself down onto his staff, wincing at the pinch of pain that floods my body as he stretches me open. Director Ballard leans forward and pushes my shirt up and I gasp as his mouth finds my stiff, sensitive nipples. He kneads and sucks on my breasts as I slowly move down onto him. And when I’m seated on him, with his cock fully sheathed inside of me, I throw my head back and gasp.
The pain of having him fill me up soon fades and my skin warms from the inside as my heart beats a staccato rhythm inside of me. My vision wavers and a sense of giddiness descends over me as I start to roll my hips, sliding up and down on his long, thick staff. I lean down, our mouths crashing together as I start to ride him harder. Director Ballard grabs hold of my ass, giving it a firm smack before moving me up and down on him, making me fuck him even harder.
My pulse races and my breath is ragged but my body feels like it’s being filled with a white-hot fire that’s searing me from the inside. Director Ballard thrusts his hips upward, driving his cock even deeper into me, the tweak of pain somehow accentuating the pleasure that grips me. Reaching down, I grab his hand and bring it upward, forcing him to wrap it around my throat. And as I rise and fall on his cock, he squeezes, cutting off my air and making the electric sensations coursing through me even more intense.
My face is turning red and my vision wavers even more. I’m growing lightheaded but when he tries to release my throat, I don’t let him, making him choke me even harder as I fuck him. Director Ballard obliges me, squeezing my throat even harder with one hand as he smacks my ass with the other. The slap and crack of our bodies colliding echoes around the boathouse, blending with our breathy moans of pleasure.
The veins in Director Ballard’s neck stand out as he grits his teeth. I feel his cock throbbing inside of me, which sends sharp tingles through my wet, inner walls, and I know he’s not going to last much longer. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders for more leverage as I move faster and harder, impaling myself on his rigid staff. I dig my nails into him harder, bounce up and down on him faster, my cries coming through gritted teeth and blending with his.
Director Ballard slaps my ass with all the strength he can muster, sending a shockwave of pain through me that heightens the pleasure I feel as I drive myself down on him. I feel his cock twitch and then he erupts inside of me. He shoots his hot, thick seed into me and I feel my body tighten up around him. As a wave of pleasure washes over me, I lean forward and bite his shoulder to muffle my screams. The last thing we need is for my screams to echo across the lake. I’m sure it’d be obvious what was happening to anybody who heard it.
As I feel his warm seed filling me up, I bite down on his shoulder harder, muffling my cry. Director Ballard draws in a sharp breath as he grabs hold of my hips and pulls me down on his staff, making my body clench. Ripples of ecstasy batter me, the pleasure of my orgasm almost too intense to bear. My head swims and my muscles grow tight then slack, pulsing in time with the hot center of me as I come harder than I ever have before.
Slowly, the tendrils of ecstasy that have bound me begin to loosen. I press my forehead to his and stare into that icy blue gaze. With my chest pressed to his, I can feel Director Ballard’s heart pounding as hard as mine and it takes a moment, but our breathing finally begins to slow down. We cling to each other, our bodies melded together, staring into each other's eyes in silence. Neither of us seems to know what to say. Neither of us seems to know if there is anything to be said.
He places a gentle kiss on the end of my nose and offers me a warm smile that makes my heart skip a couple of beats.
“This is going to be complicated,” he states, not a question.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“But it will be.”
“I’m sorry,” I offer, not knowing what else to say.
“Me too,” he replies softly. “Me too.”
9
Istand on the rear deck of my cabin, drinking a glass of scotch, and look out at the lake as the sun slips toward the horizon. The last couple of weeks have passed by in a blur. I’ve given up the pretense of trying to avoid Jordan and have given in to the desire I feel for her. We’re like two magnets, drawn together, barely able to be separated. We’ve been careful, of course. It would be improper and disastrous for Forward Path. So, we keep it quiet.
Jordan though is amazing in a thousand different ways. She’s incredible in bed, of course. But she’s so much more than that. She’s intelligent and passionate. She’s funny and charming. Jordan is good to talk to as well as a willing and eager listener. She’s got a wisdom that far outstrips her nineteen years on the planet—cliché for an older man to say about a younger woman, I know. But in her case, it is very true. She has the wisdom and insights of somebody twice her age. She’s an impressive young woman with a very bright future.
