Board Indiscretion

by Jessica Jayne

  “Baby, I’m so hard right now, I ache. You’ve brought me to the brink with little effort. I needed a few minutes to calm down. Apparently, you don’t want to give me that.” His voice cracked with edginess. His restraint waned and she noticed his knuckles turning white from the strength of his grip on the counter.

  Taking three steps forward, she set her Pursecase on the counter before reaching her hand out and cupping his erection through his pants. He moaned and his head fell back.

  “I want to calm you down,” she whispered. She pressed her lips against his neck, flicking her tongue out to taste the salty, masculine flavor of his skin. When his head came forward and his eyes opened, she inhaled deeply at the sight of him. His eyes were the deepest green she’d ever seen them and his lips quirked into a devilish grin. She’d pushed him and he’d reached his limit.

  “On your knees, baby,” he growled. Excitement coursed through her, heating her from head to toe. Arousal pooled in her low belly and between her legs, soaking her panties. She loved when he turned all domineering alpha male on her. “The only thing that is going to calm me down is your mouth wrapped around my cock.” She whimpered at his words as she sank to her knees on the floor of the restroom. The tile was cold and hard against her knees, but she didn’t care. A soak in a hot bath would cure the aches and pains later. Right now, he was hers.

  Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, wanting desperately to free his beautiful cock. He assisted in opening his pants and pushing his black boxer briefs down just enough to expose his erection. His cock, heavy and hard, bobbed in front of her. The silky skin pulled tight, making his thick veins prominent.

  Leaning forward, her tongue laved the length of him from root to tip before engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth.

  “Fuck,” he cried. His hands grasped the back of her head. “Look at me, baby. Look. At. Me. I want to see your eyes while you fuck me with that amazing mouth of yours.”

  He was a dirty talker during sex and Suzie loved it. Loved. It. Few things turned her on more than Mark’s sexy voice commanding her. Turning her eyes up to his, the lust in his gaze made her lose control. Gripping the base of his cock with her hand, she worked her mouth up and down his length, all the while his hips pumped into her.

  Chapter Three

  “Oh God! That’s it!”

  Mark looked down the length of his still clothed body to the blonde beauty staring up at him. Her crystal blue eyes gleamed with desire as her pink tongue flicked out over the engorged head of his rock hard cock before engulfing it with her mouth again. His hand tangled in her blonde mane and palmed the back of her head.

  “Deeper, baby,” he growled, pulling her head toward him as he pumped his hips forward. His dick hit the back of her throat and it exhilarated him. He’d spent fifteen years married to a woman who, shortly after the honeymoon, refused to suck him off. To find a woman that enjoyed sliding his cock in her mouth and with such vigor as this gorgeous creature made him high. High on adrenaline. High on lust. Few things surpassed a fucking blowjob, even fewer when the blowjob was given by her.

  The sucking noises she made as her sweet little mouth pulled on him made him heady. She never once lost eye contact, and the satisfaction in her gaze delighted him. She was with him one hundred percent of the way. Her eyes welled with tears every time he hit the back of her throat, but she never lost eye contact. She intended for him to know that she loved every second of him ramming his cock down her throat, and he loved that she loved it.

  “Ahh, fuck,” he cried out. His balls tightened and pulled up as the heat coiled in his belly and then shot out to every one of his nerve endings. “Open up, baby,” he said, pulling out of her mouth and stroking his length until streams of his cum pulsed onto her tongue and down her throat. He was mesmerized by the constriction of her swallowing as he emptied himself in her mouth. When he had squeezed every last drop of himself out, her lips closed over the head of his cock, her tongue licking him clean.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing with that mouth,” he said harshly, trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm. His backside rested against the bathroom countertop as she shimmied up his body and kissed him openly on the mouth. His dick lay flaccid between them, more proof of her keen ability to suck him dry.

  “You have an amazing cock,” she said sweetly against his lips. “I always knew it would be.” She swept her tongue between his lips and into his mouth and he tasted the salty flavor of himself on her tongue. It thrilled him.

  To his utter surprise, arousal coursed through his body again with images of bending her over the bathroom counter and fucking her senseless in front of the large mirror. He had to have her. His tongue penetrated her mouth and danced with her tongue. She moaned into him, pressing her tight form even more into him.

  Her slim model-like body had turned him on from the moment he had laid eyes on her years ago. Without heels, she stood just five inches shy of his six-foot-three frame. With heels tonight, they were almost eye to eye.

  His hand weaved into her long blonde hair and held her lips to his as he kissed her thoroughly.

  Mark’s other hand toyed with the hem of her dress and his knuckles caressed the soft skin of her thighs. She sighed into his mouth and he took that as affirmation for him to continue. Inching up her inner thigh, the tempo of her breathing increased and her legs separated slightly. The heat from her core warmed his hand the closer he moved to her center.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he growled against her mouth, his fingers touching her already moist panties. Pulling her panties aside, he made contact with the slick flesh of her pussy. Breaking their kiss, her head fell back as she mewled, closing her eyes. Mark slid his fingers through her smooth folds, collecting all her juices from her center and bringing them forward as he swirled his finger over and around her clit.

  “Mark,” she moaned. Her body slumped against his, her hands gripping his biceps for support. Slipping his hand free from the back of her head, he grasped her hip, holding her upright while he continued to assault that little bundle of nerves that would push her over the edge.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He watched her facial features contort in ecstasy. Slipping a finger to her opening, he hovered over it, teasing her body’s entrance.

  “I need you,” she begged, hiking her leg over his hip, resting her foot on the counter’s edge, and giving him better access to her pussy. Her cream leaked on to his fingers and coated his hand, the scent of which wafted to his nostrils and made him eager to taste her.

  “What do you need?” He licked and sucked the long column of her neck, paying particular attention to the little area that vibrated with her pulse.

  “I need you inside me,” she pleaded.

  “Like this?” he asked, slipping his middle finger inside her hot channel. Her pussy clamped down on his finger as it intruded her body. His thumb circled her clit, then pressed on it, and her body quivered.

  “More.” Her hips undulated against his hand. He smiled against her neck as he slipped a second finger inside her. Fuck! She was tight! Always tight! The thought of filling her tightness with his cock made his erection thicken.

  “How’s that, baby?” He penetrated her cunt with two fingers, all the while watching her body react to his ministrations. Her head hung back, cascading her straight blonde hair down her back. Her eyelashes caressed her flushed cheeks, her tiny nostrils flared, and her lips separated with each breath she took. Her fingers dug into his biceps, almost to the point of pain, but he didn’t care.

  He’d fantasized a number of times over the years of knowing her what it would be like to bring her to the precipice of an orgasm and then fling her over it. Now that he knew what that was like, he had a hard time keeping himself from doing it all the time. Here he was, finger fucking her in the men’s restroom at his favorite hangout.

  No one had to know about this rendezvous in the restroom of the Beach Club or the multitude of times they met at
his place. His seat on the board of directors and her job at Advantage would be safe, but he needed this…needed her in this moment.

  “Oh God, Mark,” she whimpered. “I’m going to come.” Her body twitched and her pussy clenched down on his fingers just before she screamed out his name. Her standing leg gave out and Mark gripped her waist tightly with one arm while his thumb stroked over her clit, drawing out the last tremors from her orgasm.

  “That was beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. Suzie’s leg lowered from the counter and her body slumped forward into him. Pulling his fingers free from her body, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He’d never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed their intimate moments after they exhausted each other.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said, raising her head from his shoulder and looking him in the eyes. Her eyes dilated to the point that only slivers of blue were visible. Her hips pushed forward against his erection and he groaned in pleasure. His cock, having not been stuffed back into his pants before he got her off, strained between their bodies.

  “Come on,” yelled a male from the other side of the locked door. That person banged on the door.

  Damn it! How long had they been in there? And how many people would see them walk out of the men’s restroom together?

  “Shit,” Mark said. Grasping her shoulders, he pushed her back a little. The corners of her mouth slid down in disappointment.

  While he’d love nothing more than to bend her over the counter and stuff his cock inside her tight warmth, they were in the restroom of a local beach bar on a Saturday night. Plenty of people knew him. Some may even know Suzie. He tucked his dick back into his pants and straightened out his shirt.

  “I’d love nothing more than to bury myself inside your hot little cunt right now, baby, but we can’t risk this. They’ll have one of the security guys break down this door soon if we don’t get out of here, and they’d catch us in quite a compromising position.”

  “Very true. Those security guards are nothing to mess with.” She winked at him, even though the smile she plastered to her face didn’t reach her eyes. She smoothed out the black shift dress and finger-combed her tangled hair. “Damn it! My mascara ran.”

  She wet a paper towel and dabbed at the black smudges underneath her eyes before tossing the towel in the trash. She slipped her Pursecase with her iPhone over her wrist and looked at herself in the mirror.

  “Do you have a ride home?” Mark stared at her reflection in the mirror. The remaining sparkle in her eyes disappeared at his question and he realized she’d hoped to go home with him. Sure, he wanted to take her home and finish what they had started, but his brain interfered with his desires, with his heart.

  Fuck! Did I just say “heart?” Man, I’m royally fucked.

  “My friend Lisa is here. We drove together,” Suzie said. Her voice was soft.

  “Did you fall in the toilet in there?” the man on the other side of the door said, pounding on it again. “I’m going to get security.”

  “On the way, dude,” Mark said, impatience evident in his voice.

  “Alright, I’ll go first.” She walked toward the door. He admired the magnificent way she put herself back together after performing a spectacular blowjob and being finger-fucked to orgasm. She was the kind of woman that allowed him to live out all his fantasies. She was hot. Hotter than he had ever imagined and he feared he was going to ruin her. Or was it that she was going to ruin him and his “stay single” plan?

  Suzie unlocked the restroom door and turned to look at him one last time before she sauntered out into the club’s darkened hallway. The sadness in her eyes caused an ache in his chest, but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it because he heard the hoots and hollers as she exited the restroom. His skin crawled and his vision blurred with red at the idea that any of those guys standing out there envisioned themselves with her. Not to mention, he was pissed at himself for not going with her and protecting her from the walk of shame.

  “Mark Olson! Should have figured,” said a snarky male voice Mark recognized. He turned from the mirror to see Seth Kriken standing in the small restroom with him. Seth managed one of the competing car dealerships in the St. Petersburg area and knew how to get under Mark’s skin. He’d been crawling under it since high school.

  Seth and Mark’s parents had been friends and attempted on many occasions to force a friendship between the boys, but Seth hadn’t wanted to be friends with Mark. He wanted to be better than Mark. That made a friendship impossible. Mark had been outdoing Seth since high school in sports, grades, and girls, and it really stuck in Seth’s craw.

  Best known for his cheesy car salesman commercials, Seth personally starred in each and every one. He’d jump around shouting at the screen about how low his prices were. In more than one commercial, he made implications as to the quality of cars his competitors sold, mainly meaning Mark’s dealerships. Mark had spent hours with his attorneys trying to put a stop to Seth’s slanderous ads. He knew Seth’s jealousy went deeper than just Mark’s successful business.

  No love was lost between them.

  “Seth,” Mark said dispassionately.

  “Did that blonde bombshell blow you in here?” Seth asked, running his stubby fingers through his short red hair.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Mark laughed before scooting past Seth and grabbing the door handle to exit the restroom. He had no intention of having this conversation, or any other for that matter, with Seth.

  Seeing the red exit sign, Mark walked down the short hallway and pushed through the door, out into the humid salty Florida July air. Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the outside wall of the club, listening to the waves crash against the shore.

  Damn it all to hell!

  Suzie turned him on, always had, but how could he be so reckless? It wasn’t just his seat on Advantage’s board of directors that worried him. If Seth found out Suzie’s position at Advantage, he’d make it into some sort of scandal, not caring if he took Suzie down with Mark. His stomach churned with acid and the remnants of his whiskey at the thought of hurting her any more than he already had.

  Shit! What now?

  Chapter Four

  “Suzie,” her girlfriend, Lisa Elliott, called as Suzie rounded the corner from the hallway to the main area of the club. Suzie’s heart sat in her gut after it became clear Mark wasn’t going to ask her back to his place. She’d just given one of the best blowjobs of her life and he dismissed her. Sure, he brought her some pleasure, but it took everything she had to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. She couldn’t let Mark, or anyone else for that matter, see her break down. Maybe there really was no chance for anything more than sex with Mark.

  Could she accept that? The question weighed heavy on her heart.

  Suzie forced a smile at her friend, who sat by herself at the bar nursing a glass of red wine. Neither of them had ever been to the Beach Club. They usually hung out downtown St. Petersburg at the eclectic Push Ultra Lounge or the Pour House drinking beers or wine with friends. Those places were open, lively, and young.

  The Beach Club was a bit different. Dark wood paneled the walls and bar. The wooden high-top tables around the bar were dark with four black leather chairs encompassing each. The lighting was dim as if in an attempt to hide all its patrons’ little secrets. If it weren’t for the large window behind the bar that opened to the outside patio area and the sound of the Gulf of Mexico, the place could be mistaken for a swank club as opposed to a beachy one.

  Most of the women that gathered at the club appeared to be looking for sugar daddies or just a good time. Dressed in less clothes than lingerie models, they sauntered and shimmied around the men, who flashed their Rolex watches and their glasses filled with Johnnie Walker Blue. And the men…ha! Except for Mark, none of them appeared to own a personality. They had a certain expectation of what the ladies wanted—money! It would be easy to make nothing more than a physical connection here, and that was exac
tly why Mark loved this place.

  She’d overheard him talking to his buddies on the board about his wild nights out at the Beach Club. For almost three years, she’d listened to him rant and rave about all the pussy he “tapped.” Shaking her head, she realized perhaps Mark didn’t want anything more than just a good time from her.

  “How’d the dance go with Prince Charming?” Suzie asked her friend. Lisa’s long, sandy brown hair twisted and twirled in waves down her back as she ran her finger around the rim of her glass of wine. When Suzie escaped to the restroom after Mark, Lisa had been dancing with a forty-something guy on the dance floor.

  “He’s no Prince Charming,” Lisa laughed, rolling her hazel eyes at Suzie. “More like Prince Charmless.” Suzie laughed back. She and Lisa had been good friends since college. Having both graduated from the University of South Florida in Tampa, they moved to St. Pete together for their jobs. Lisa spent the last several years as an accounting associate at a small local firm. Suzie spent her time since college working her way up the ranks to being the executive assistant to Advantage Insurance Company’s CEO. She had a knack for organizing and running an office.

  She loved her job. Michael treated her well. The company treated her well. In fact, most things in her life were going well, except for her love life. After dating several frogs, Suzie decided to focus her attention on the other aspects of her life, like her career, her friends, and family. Before she knew it, she turned thirty and had no man to share her life.

  Now all she wanted was Mark.

  From the moment she met him, something sparked inside of her. Initially, she backed off him after his divorce and directed her attention to the two other single men on the board of directors, John Dorsey and Greg Snow. Both of those gentlemen appeared to have their heads on straight and hadn’t recently gone through a messy a divorce. But deep down, Mark held her interest. Just a mere smile in her direction caused her heart to race and arousal to pump through her at full force.