Authors: Elle Saint James
“I’ve wanted to do that since we met.”
“Me too,” she replied. Two words were all she could manage. His kiss made her weak and tingly all over.
He kissed her again, gently yet thoroughly. Jessica took the opportunity to gather herself together. Once her brain reconnected, she knew what else she wanted.
“Got any protection in your wallet?” she broke the kiss and asked, feeling very bold in her request. If not, she had plenty, but they’d have to move to the bedroom, and she preferred staying out here in the hallway.
“Perhaps.”
“Get it out. I’m not quite done with you yet.”
Boyd seemed to hesitate. “I wouldn’t presume to expect any more. And I don’t want to make you late getting back to your job.”
She glanced at her watch. She still had almost an hour left. “Not to worry. I have plenty of time,” she said.
He pulled away from her, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted Boyd. At least this one time. If he’d come over the night before instead of Deacon, she likely
would
have had sex with him. It was such a shocking thought that she put it away in her mind for later consideration.
Now she wanted to appease her curiosity. Not so much to compare them, but see what their inherent differences were. Already she could tell that Boyd was rougher and a little more dangerous. That realization excited her beyond all reason. She wasn’t afraid of him, but sensed he’d take things all the way to the edge to test her boundaries without remorse or regret. Exhilarating to contemplate.
Jessica reached down and slid her hand over the long, hard ridge jutting out from his jeans. She then half gripped his cock through the front his pants. He also felt huge.
“Oh my. Is that because of me?” she asked with a coy smile.
He laughed. “Absolutely. Are you sure this is what you want right now?”
“I most certainly am.”
Reaching behind to pull his wallet from a rear pocket, he opened the fold, produced a square foil packet, and handed it to her.
“Put this on me and then I’ll just fuck you right here up against this wall. How’d that be?”
“Excellent.” She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then pulled his cock out over the waistband of his boxers. Before putting the condom on, she put her mouth over the crown of his cock.
He made a guttural noise that sent her pulse into the red zone. She guessed she now had his attention. She sucked on him a couple times, but he pulled her off.
“Put the condom on me, honey, I’m about to blow.”
She rolled the condom onto his wide cock then straightened up again.
Hands braced against the wall and encircling her, he said in a low gruff voice, “Pull your panties off.”
She rubbed her thighs back and forth until her panties slipped off of her thighs and landed at her feet. She then stepped out of them. She also pulled her shirt and bra off over her head. Naughty thoughts rolled through her mind at being half naked in Boyd’s presence. All she wore was the frilly, black, lace-edged skirt.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then roughly grabbed her by the thighs. He pulled her legs apart as he pushed her back against the wall, and didn’t waste any time. He quickly thrust his cock directly into the opening of her gushing pussy. He didn’t enter very far, but she felt every single inch of him go in.
“Goddamn, you’re way too tight.” His head dropped to one of her shoulders. She thought he would ease out of her, but she pulled at his hips for him to continue.
“Way too tight? Is that possible?
He lifted his head and gazed straight into her eyes with a seriousness she wouldn’t mess with. “Tell me the truth. Are you untried? Have you ever done this before?”
She put a hand to his face. “I promise you. I’m not a virgin. Just small.” Deacon had taken care of that little issue last night. Her heart sped faster at the thought of Deacon’s best friend about to fuck her little more than twelve hours later.
“The thing is, I’m
not
small, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please.” She wiggled her hips to entice him inside. “I need you. Don’t leave me hanging.” She grinned.
He returned the grin and also looked very relieved. He pushed his cock forward. The discomfort meshed with her slight guilt over Deacon, but by the time Boyd was fully seated, Jessica was ready for him to fuck her hard.
Desire wound heavy wisps of excitement through her body. She desperately wanted hard and fast against the wall in her apartment. Her sexual education was growing by leaps and bounds.
Boyd kissed her mouth tenderly until she licked her way between his lips and dueled with his tongue, trying to express her willingness for a less than tender experience.
He tempered his movements and kept things slower than she wanted.
She broke the kiss. “Fuck me, Mr. Caldwell. I’ve wanted you for quite a long while.” That was the truth. She’d wanted both Deacon and Boyd, and she didn’t want to lose the opportunity to have them both. Even if it was less than a day apart from each other.
“Jesus,” he whispered against her lips. His faintly minty breath tickled her mouth when he spoke. But then he pulled his cock halfway out of her body and plunged back in deep, hard, and fast. Her mind went blank for a few seconds in utter delight.
“Care if I pretend you’re a virgin and that I’m plundering you for fantasy purposes?”
“Not at all, Mr. Caldwell.” Jessica smiled. “Please enjoy yourself.”
He held himself deeply in her body and murmured against her lips, “I was going to tell you to call me Boyd, but I truly like the naughty formality of Mr. Caldwell.” His hips shot forward once more, harder than the last time. She cried out in pleasure. She was still on the wicked edge of bliss mixed with a small measure of pain as each of his thrusts filled her pussy.
She sucked in a breath at the feeling of fullness. The initial soreness had eased, and now she wanted him to move.
“Harder. Do it harder, Mr. Caldwell.” Jessica crossed her ankles behind his back and pulled him deeper with the strength of her legs.
“Stop that, or I’m going to come in three strokes. Besides, I don’t want to injure you.”
“I highly doubt that is even possible. Come on. I won’t break. Fuck me.”
Boyd sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils, looked her straight in the eye, and thrust his cock hard and fast into her pussy as he watched her expression.
Jessica arched her back at the utterly fabulous invasion. “Again,” she panted. “Oh, God, do it again.”
With what sounded like a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled his hips back and plunged his cock deeply once more. Seconds later he pounded inside her so hard, she practically bounced off the wall with each thrust.
He gripped her thighs with such ferocity as he fucked her, she wondered if she’d have hand-shaped bruises by tomorrow. If so, it was completely worth it.
Boyd caught her eye again and a slow smile erupted. “Reach down and finger yourself,” he said.
“What?”
He slowed his thrusts and squeezed her legs. “My hands are otherwise occupied. I won’t come until you do. So put your hand down there and stroke that hot little clit until you climax.”
Jessica’s mouth fell open. “I don’t think…I mean…I don’t need…” Her powers of coherent speech had evaporated right along with her sense of propriety.
“I’ve never—” She cut
herself
off before he said anything.
“Oh now. I don’t believe that for a minute.” He pushed deeply inside her body and stopped moving. A bead of sweat ran from his temple to his jaw. “Touch yourself, or I stop fucking you.”
Her heart thrummed a heavy beat as she lowered one hand to the space between them. She found her clit easily and stroked herself once. He never looked away. Her cheeks felt like a flamethrower had scorched two holes on her face.
“Stroke it faster and I’ll start stroking inside of you faster.” His penetrating gaze sent waves of fractious pleasure careening through her body as she picked up speed, rubbing her clit.
The moment he moved and started thrusting again, the orgasm she didn’t think she was capable of roared to the forefront and tickled her desire.
Naked to the waist, pushed against the wall in her apartment with Boyd’s cock pounding inside, was another in a long line of pleasures she’d never ever forget.
The ripe buzzing sensation of orgasm teetered right out of her grasp as she stroked her clit harder and faster. She’d already climaxed once, and the second release seemed very elusive.
Boyd had sped up his thrusts, and his wide cock pounding inside her sent shocks of pleasure through her core with each push.
She wanted to come. Boyd certainly wanted her to release before he let go and allowed himself the same pleasure.
Jessica was so close and wanted it so much, she placed one hand to her naked breast and squeezed her own nipple while he watched. His eyes narrowed in what looked like lust. It was the sexiest, boldest thing she’d done since convincing Deacon to take her virginity. The pinch to her nipple was enough to send her over the cliff edge of oblivion and unfathomable pleasure. She screamed Boyd’s name as an outrageous orgasm exploded in the center of her body and radiated outward.
Boyd shuddered and then stiffened right after her pussy clenched on his cock, but he didn’t slow down. A growl came with each of his final few thrusts. Jessica’s hands fell away from her breast and her clit.
She was boneless in the aftermath, and Boyd seemed very relaxed as well. But he lifted her from the wall, shouldered her weight and walked them to her sofa in time to fall on the center cushion.
They rested there for a minute or so, both panting like crazy in a loose embrace.
“If I’d known what you meant by cookies, I’d have chosen to come here last night instead of paying my employees.”
“I
did
bake you cookies. I sent some home with Deacon. Didn’t he give them to you?”
“I haven’t seen Deacon since yesterday afternoon.” Boyd shifted her off of his cock and stood. “Where’s your bathroom, honey?”
“Down the hall it’s the door straight ahead at the end.”
“Be right back.”
Jessica was thinking furiously. What should she say? Did Boyd know that Deacon spent the night? Maybe not.
Was she about to ruin a good friendship by admitting that she’d now fucked both of them? She didn’t know what to do.
She glanced at the clock. Only thirty more minutes of her lunch hour remained. She got up from the sofa and headed to the entryway to retrieve the rest of her clothing as Boyd emerged from the hall. When he saw where she was headed, he stopped her.
“Wait.”
She crossed her hands over her breasts and turned to face him.
“Don’t need to cover those up on my account.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say in the aftermath of a frenzied fuck. A completely amazing fuck she wasn’t sure she should have wanted or allowed to happen.
He moved closer. “Okay, if you’re cold, let me cover them for you.” He pushed her hands out of the way and placed his warm palms over each of her breasts. Her nipples were likely poking him.
“These are the perfect size.”
She pushed closer, sliding her hands to his shoulders. “Really? Thanks.”
“They feel like they were made to fit my hands.” He rubbed his palms across, up, down, and all around.
At one time in her life, she’d been called flat-chested. She wasn’t by any stretch a busty girl. He was probably just being nice, but she liked it. And she truly liked his hands caressing her.
He gently squeezed her breasts. “How much time do you have left?”
“Half an hour. Do you want something to eat? I have a few snacks in the kitchen.” She also had a bottle of prosecco in the refrigerator, having pulled it from a bucket of water this morning without celebrating the loss of her virginity.
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to think about last night again. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want to even mention the previous evening.
“You’re blushing. And you suddenly seem a bit guilt ridden. Why is that?”