Board Stiff

by Jessica Jayne

  “Don’t get me wrong,” he whispered hoarsely, interrupting her thoughts. “I will fuck you on the back seat of this car. Most likely, more than once. I just don’t want it to be our first time.” She straightened up in the seat, still lightheaded from the mind-blowing orgasm and his titillating words. She pushed her fingers through her long, now tangled, mane. She couldn’t imagine what she looked like right then. Quite honestly, she didn’t care.

  Chapter Five

  Looking out the car window, Elizabeth watched as John’s car pulled into a driveway. She had been so wrapped up in John that she hadn’t even noticed that they were heading towards the beach. Her eyes widened like saucers. The Spanish-style house was three stories and sat right on the beach. The exterior was a dark yellow with a reddish-orange tiled roof. Multiple floor-to-ceiling windows peppered the top two floors.

  “Where are we?” she asked. Her gaze continued to scan the house.

  “My home,” he said, opening his car door and holding his hand out for her. She could hear the sound of waves crashing to shore in the distance. Slowly, she scooted across the seat, grabbing her purse from the floor and taking his hand. Standing on the driveway, she straightened her skirt before her head fell back to take in his beautiful home.

  “You live here?” she breathed the question.

  “Yes,” he chuckled. “When I’m not traveling for work.” His hand still had a hold on hers and he entwined their fingers as he started walking towards the large wooden front door. He knocked on the driver’s side window when they passed, and the car started to pull away.

  “It’s beautiful.” Growing up, both her parents worked their asses off as school teachers just to make the payments on their small ranch-styled house and cars. She had to take out school loans for college and law school. Even with all the money she made the first several years with Barnes and Simon, she never imagined she’d ever be able to afford a house like this.

  “It’s just a house,” John said lightly. He unlocked the front door and held it open so she could walk through.

  “This is more than just a house,” Elizabeth said, looking around at her surroundings. The foyer was small with dark hardwood floors and cream colored walls. A teal-painted console table stood flush against the right wall. It looked worn… exactly like something one would find in a coastal home. A round mirror hung over the table and a vase of fresh Gerber daisies in bright pink and orange sat in the center of the table. “Did you build this house?” she asked, looking at him. Though she knew little about him, she did know he ran his own construction company.

  “Yes, I did,” he said proudly. “I had my architect friend design it and then I built it… with some help from my contractor friends, of course.” He smiled at her and she felt her knees weaken just a bit. He had a smile that could turn her into a puddle of lust and desire in an instant. The air was charged between them. She could feel the electricity all but crackle against her skin. She had never experienced anything like John Dorsey.

  Elizabeth noticed the hardwood stairs to the left that clearly led to the second level, but John pulled her towards a white door straight in front of them. He opened the door and Elizabeth’s mouth fell open.

  “Your house has an elevator?” she asked. Her eyes once again were saucers.

  “Yes,” he laughed. “I rarely use it. I usually take the stairs, but I’m taking you straight to the third floor.” He pulled her into the elevator and closed the door and the gate before pressing the button to go up. Just as the elevator started to move upwards, John pinned her against the wall. She dropped her purse on the elevator floor. His thumb caressed her cheek, then her bottom lip before lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes.

  “I know I promised you dinner, and I will keep that promise. But I need to be inside you, Elizabeth. I don’t know why I feel this so desperately, but I do. I need to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. I need to feel you come all over me.” He pressed his pelvis against her as his lips came down hard on her mouth. Elizabeth whimpered at his words and at the feel of his hard cock pressed against her abdomen. God, she wanted fuck him. His tongue flicked across the seam of her lips, which parted easily to allow him access to her mouth. Pushing into her mouth, his tongue danced with hers. His hand weaved into her hair and pulled her head to the side, so his lips could kiss their way down the side of her neck, nipping at her flesh. Her head fell back against the elevator wall as her hands slid down the front of his chest and started unbuttoning his white shirt. Once unbuttoned, she slid her hands up his chiseled abdomen and over his smooth chest. A groan tore from his lips.

  “Don’t take your hands off me,” he growled. His lips came back to hers. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth before biting down on it. His tongue flicked where he bit to soothe the sting. Then, he bit her again. Elizabeth couldn’t control the sounds escaping her. His hands began to work feverishly on her clothes. He undid the buttons of her of her suit jacket and ripped it down her arms, tossing it on the floor of the small elevator. He pulled her pale green camisole out of her skirt and up over her head. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down over her hips until it pooled at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her nude lace bra, matching lace panties and her taupe heels. His hands slid up her hips and over her bra, cupping her breasts. His thumbs grazed over her already hard nipples.

  “Christ, Elizabeth, you are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said, leaning back and admiring her body. His hand slid around to her back and with his nimble fingers, he unhooked her bra with ease. Clearly, he had some experience with a bra. It fell forward and he brushed it down her arms, allowing her full breasts to fall into his waiting hands. He cupped her naked breasts, kneading them. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over her nipple and Elizabeth moaned loudly. He kissed and nipped her breast before sucking her other nipple into his mouth. John’s hand molded and caressed her other breast.

  “John,” she sighed. He pulled his head away from her breast and looked at her. The back of his hand caressed her cheek. “I need you inside me.” She pushed her hands over his shoulders and down his arms until he was shirtless. Then her hands worked eagerly on the button and zipper of his slacks.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “Say it again.”

  “I need you inside me,” she whispered. She had never been so turned on in her life. Her body ached for him. He pushed the gate aside and opened the door of the elevator into a room that took Elizabeth’s breath away. The entire end of the room was walled with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico. It was a breath-taking view and the sun was just beginning to set. The sky was a beautiful rainbow of yellow, orange and pink streaks.

  John pulled her from the elevator towards his large king-sized bed, leaving the door open and most of their clothes on the floor of the elevator. His pants barely clung to his hips. Elizabeth watched as he pushed them down his legs along with his black boxer briefs. Good God, he was huge! She had known he would be big from the feel of him against her earlier, but to see him standing there, his cock jutting out, fully erect, left her in awe. He was fucking gorgeous. He prowled towards her and pushed her back on his bed. His hand reached for his nightstand and he pulled out a condom.

  “Elizabeth, this isn’t going to be slow or soft. I’m going to fuck you hard. I need to fuck you hard,” he said as he tore the condom from its wrapper and rolled it over his engorged cock. Once the condom was on, his hand slid under the side of her lace panties and tore them from her body. She gasped as she watched him toss what was left of her panties on the floor. “I’ve been hard since the moment you walked into that board room this morning and have wanted nothing other than to be buried inside you.” His fingers slipped through her folds, making sure she was wet enough for him. Elizabeth mewled at the feel of his fingers on her pussy again. It was a feeling she was sure she would never tire of.

  “I don’t want you to go slow or soft, Joh
n,” she whispered. Her hand slid down the front of his body and gripped his cock, squeezing him.

  “Uh-uh,” he said, seizing her hand. “I’m so fucking on the edge right now that feeling your sweet little hand around me will make me explode.” He crawled onto the bed and between her legs, pushing her legs further apart so she could accommodate his hips. “I’m not going to last long as it is. But I promise, I will thoroughly explore every inch of your beautiful body later.” With that, he pulled his hips back and entered her to the hilt. A feral cry escaped him and Elizabeth’s breath caught in her chest. He was huge and it took her body some time to adjust to his length and girth. “Holy shit, you are so fucking tight. Fuck!” He held himself still on his forearms, with his cock buried all the way inside her. She felt him at the very end of her. Sweat beaded across his forehead. She could tell he was trying to hold back, but his restraint was waning. His hazel eyes gazed down at her with concern, as if to check to make sure she was okay… that he hadn’t hurt her. Her hand wrapped around the nape of his neck and pulled him down to her. Her tongue flicked out and over his lips.

  “Fuck me, John,” she said. He groaned as his mouth came down hard on hers and his hips began relentlessly pounding against her body. He pinned her to the bed with his thrusts. Their groans and moans blended together as he pumped in and out of her. Elizabeth could feel the wave of ecstasy wash over her. With each thrust of his hips, her clit ground into his pelvis, sending shockwaves through her body. “Oh God,” she yelled. “Oh God!” She couldn’t hold back another second. Her body came completely undone underneath him, and she splintered into a million pieces as her pussy gripped his cock even tighter.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.” He continued to pound into her until his body stiffened and his cock pulsed inside her. His breath was labored and he held himself perfectly still for several seconds before he collapsed on top of her. She could feel his heart pounding against her own.

  “Are you okay?” she asked with a little giggle. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d had her share of sexual experiences throughout her life, but nothing compared to this.

  “I don’t know,” John said, raising his head and looking down at her. “That was fucking unbelievable. Your tight little body was made for me, sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose softly before pulling out of her body and sliding next to her. His arm wrapped around her and pulled her to him. “I can’t wait to do that again…and again,” he said with a smile.

  Chapter Six

  John walked out of his en suite bathroom after cleaning up and throwing on a pair jeans. He stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. Elizabeth stood at the wall of windows, wearing nothing but his white button down shirt. She was staring out at the Gulf of Mexico. The sun had set and the twilight cast beautiful colors around her. Her auburn hair glistened, falling down her back. He could see the muscle tone in her hamstrings and calves below the hem of his shirt. She had the kind of body that made him want to drop to his knees and worship her.

  He quietly walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. She sighed and leaned her head back against his chest.

  “You look beautiful standing here like this,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

  “This view is breathtaking. I hope you don’t mind that I threw your shirt on. I didn’t want to put my stuffy suit back on and I didn’t want to rifle through your drawers.” She tilted her head up to look at him.

  “I don’t mind at all,” he replied. He bent his head down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Are you hungry?”

  “Famished,” she said.

  “Good. Dinner is downstairs in the oven. I spend a few hours on weekends cooking meals. I asked Lori, my housekeeper, to pull the veal scaloppini from the freezer and put it in the oven before she left today. It should be ready by now.” He took her hand and pulled her towards the staircase that led down to the main part of the house.

  “Veal scaloppini?” she asked. “You know how to cook that?”

  “Of course. My mother is Italian. She taught me how to cook just about anything. I enjoy doing it.” The look of surprise on Elizabeth’s face made him chuckle. “Why do you seem so surprised?”

  “I just don’t know many men that know how to cook, let alone enjoy it,” she said with a shy smile. God, she was adorable! They entered his fully decked-out Tuscan-style kitchen. “Wow! No wonder you like to cook. This kitchen is amazing!”

  “Thanks,” John said. “I designed it myself. My mom likes to come over and cook with me sometimes, so I wanted something we could both enjoy.” Elizabeth’s face softened at the mention of him spending time with his mom. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead before grabbing an oven mitt from a drawer and pulling the glass casserole dish out of the oven. He set the dish on the counter and grabbed two plates from a cupboard. The smell of veal scaloppini wafted through the kitchen.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. “Smells delicious.”

  “I assure you, it is not as delicious as you, Elizabeth, but it will be good,” he said, winking at her. John loved to see her flush every time he complimented her. Color looked good on her. “Would you like a glass of white wine?”

  “That would be lovely,” Elizabeth replied. “Can I help with anything?”

  “No,” he said, walking over to the wine fridge and pulling out a bottle of Sauvignon blanc. “Sit, please. This is my house. And you are my guest.” He pointed to the small glass table in the breakfast nook. He watched as she slid onto a cushioned chair and sat cross-legged. He could definitely get used to having her around.

  He plated their food and poured two glasses of wine. Placing her plate and wine in front of her, he pulled the other chair next to her and sat down with his own food. Eagerly, they began to eat their meals.

  “God, this is amazing,” she said, biting into a piece of veal. Her tongue swept out and over her lips. John felt his cock stiffen. She took another bite and did the same thing with her tongue. She was so fucking sexy and didn’t even know it!

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said, hoarsely. He couldn’t disguise the arousal that crept into his voice. He took another couple bites of his food, but his eyes never left her. He watched as she ate most of her plate of food. He loved it. He loved a woman not afraid to eat.

  “You’re an amazing cook, John,” she said, softly. She took another bite of her food and moaned. It was the moan that did him in.

  He dropped his fork on his plate before leaning over and pressing his lips to hers. She tasted good enough to eat. Working his lips over hers, his tongue slipped out and between the seam of her lips. When her lips parted, he glided his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. His tongue explored every part of her mouth. He wanted to devour her.

  “John,” she moaned, setting her fork on her plate. His hands pulled her legs from their criss-crossed position and he slid to his knees on the floor in front of her, never breaking their kiss. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt that she was wearing and exposed her luscious body to him. His hands cupped her full breasts and he rolled her already hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He was sure he could spend forever exploring her body and never get tired of it.

  Breaking their kiss, he reached for her glass of wine. Slowly, he poured some wine down her chest and over her breasts. She inhaled sharply as the chilled wine hit her skin. Her nipples pebbled even more. Setting the wine glass back on the table, John leaned forward and ran his tongue up from her belly button to between her breasts. Then he did it again. His tongue laved up her body, stopping to suckle her nipples along the way. Her back arched into him and her hips moved to the edge of the chair, seeking contact with his body.

  “This vintage has never tasted better,” he breathed against her body, lapping up every last drop of wine on her torso. Pushing her against the back of the chair, he grabbed the wine glass again and poured a little over the short, soft hairs covering her pussy. He set the glass back o
n the table. Leaning forward, his tongue lapped up her slick folds. “I take that back,” he said between swipes at her clit with his tongue. “This vintage has never tasted better than it does right now.” His thumbs separated her lips and he eagerly buried his tongue inside her. Her hips lifted off the chair and her hand gripped his hair, pulling his face even further into her. The wine combined with her juices was an aphrodisiac he could get used to.

  “Fuck,” she cried out. His tongue laved up her slit before circling her clit. His looked up her. Her head hung back. Her eyes were closed tight. Closing his lips over her clit, he sucked on it. Her eyes shot open and their gazes met. His cock was straining against his jeans. Watching her come apart before him was amazing. Her thighs started to quiver around him. He slid a hand up her leg and penetrated her with two fingers, stroking that area inside her he knew would take her over the edge. “Oh, God!” Her pussy squeezed his fingers tightly before her whole body shook as she rode out her orgasm. He removed his fingers from inside her and lapped up all the juices that flowed from her sex.

  “I want to fuck you,” Elizabeth said, pushing his head back and sliding onto his lap, straddling him. Her fingers made short work of the button and zipper of his jeans. Hearing her words and feeling her hand reach inside of his jeans and wrap around his cock made him moan. The jeans had been their only barrier. She opened the fly of his jeans as wide as possible in the position he was in and pulled him free. Rising up on her knees , she impaled herself on his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” he yelled. The skin-to-skin contact… the slickness of her vaginal walls clamping down on his cock was more than he could handle. He had never had sex with a woman without a condom. He was always so very careful. Even with his ex, he used a condom. His friends always told him he was missing out. He had no idea. Jesus Christ! The feeling was unbelievable. She rocked in his lap, throwing her head back and moaning. He grabbed her hips and held her still. “Elizabeth, I don’t have a condom on,” he said. His words came out raspy because the feel of her tight, wet pussy covering him completely made it hard for him to breathe.