Chapter Four Maya
Chapter Four
Maya
My order—“Then fuck me”—was still ringing through my ears as I looked at Jordan from where he was holding me to the wall in a dimly lit corner under the bridge.
I didn’t know where all this sexual courage had come from.
I’d never done anything like this before—certainly never in public where anyone could see me—but Jordan was bringing it out in me.
He was making me not want to wait a second longer for him to pull down his shorts and thrust inside me.
Maybe it was because I was ready to experience this man’s power.
Maybe the lack of good sex in my life had gotten to my brain and was causing me to make rash decisions.
At this moment, it didn’t matter. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms locked behind his neck, and his hard-on was resting against me.
I was already impressed with him. From the way he’d lifted me as though I weighed nothing. From how he kissed my neck, making my skin break out in the worst case of goose bumps I’d ever had. From how he licked my fingers after I’d touched myself.
And now, as his face got closer, stopping when he was only inches away, I could feel him everywhere. A buzzing that ignited all the nerves in my body. That made me want to wiggle. That made me achingly wet.
“You want me to fuck you . . .”
His breath hit my face, and oh God, even that smelled good.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Do you want to know what’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard?” He adjusted himself, and the softness of his tip brushed me, telling me his dick was no longer in his shorts.
“What?”
“Hearing you beg for me. It’s like you already know what you’re going to get and you can’t wait to have it.”
“You’re right, I can’t.”
“Can I tell you something, Maya?”
I spread my fingers across his scruffy cheeks. “Yes.”
“You’re perfect.”
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. It took no more than a few seconds before I was moaning. That was the kind of magic he had over me. Simply parting my lips and sliding in his tongue, and he had me panting.
Lost.
Enthralled in his presence and body.
A feeling that was so incredible, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. If there was someone walking by, I wouldn’t know. If there was someone shouting my name, I wouldn’t hear them.
Jordan owned every part of me.
And when he pushed me even harder against the wall to shift, freeing up enough room so that he could aim his hard-on at my entrance, I found myself unable to breathe as his tip began to slide in.
“Yes!” I gasped.
He didn’t just drive straight into me; he moved gradually, allowing me to take in his width and length.
A size that was extremely impressive.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed, our lips still aligned. “Goddamn it, Maya. You have one hell of a pussy.”
He fed me. Inch by inch. And I clung to him, holding on, not to keep myself from falling—because I didn’t get the sense he would ever let that happen—but to keep myself present. My mind was wrapping me in pleasure, my body in sensations, and I was falling right into both.
“Ah,” I exhaled once he stilled, which told me I finally had all of him.
He didn’t move.
He stayed just like that, frozen, holding me with such force, I even felt his desire in his fingertips.
“I should probably tell you not to break me.” I tightened my grip around his neck. “But honestly, I want you to.”
“Is that what you really want?” His question vibrated against my lips.
The best sex of my life. Yes, I wanted that, and I was fully prepared to experience it.
And there was no doubt in my mind that it was about to happen.
“Yes, Jordan, that’s what I want.” My nails found his shoulders, muscles that were bulging and rock hard. “Please.” The only thing I wished for was a view of his body, because I could guarantee it was spectacular. “I want you—”
He cut me off with a buck of his hips as he reared back and slammed into me.
“Fuck!” I shouted, unable to hold in my response, and once that came out, more moaning followed.
“You have no idea how fucking wet you are.”
But I did.
I could feel it.
I wasn’t just turned on by him. It was as if my body was obsessed.
And every time he drifted back and buried in, he felt even better.
Because Jordan was different from the others. He didn’t just punch through the movements, establishing a pattern that attempted to beat an orgasm out of me.
He arched upward.
He twisted his ass.
He hit my walls to add in that needed friction.
“Oh my God!” I tried to draw in air and couldn’t. “Jordan! Fuck!”
Who was this man?
A machine?
A damn sex god?
Someone who knew my body better than me?
“I wish you knew how good this feels.” He positioned his face close to mine. “How your pussy—fuck, there just isn’t anything like it.” He gave me several more plunges. “If you keep tightening around me like that, you’re going to make me come.”
“I can’t help it.” My insides were pulsing, veering toward an orgasm. I was doing everything I could to hold it off. “I’ve stopped myself from coming three times already.”
“Don’t stop yourself. I want to hear you come. I want to fucking feel it.”
His speed suddenly changed. So did the pressure he used.
Everything was faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
And following his command, the tingles now working their way through my stomach and into my clit, I shouted, “Oh, yes! Jordan!” I squeezed him—my arms, my legs, my pussy. “I’m coming!”
“That’s it,” he groaned.
He didn’t let up.
If anything, everything he was doing intensified.
“I can feel you coming. Fuck.” His exhale was ravenous. “You’re pulsing around me like your cunt wants me to come.”
“I do.” Not because I wanted this to be over, but because I wanted him to feel what I was experiencing. “Please,” I begged as another wave passed through me.
Those waves were rushing around my body, lapping me without letting up.
“That’s what you want?” His voice was rough, gritty. His lips demanding when they kissed me.
“Yes.”
I began to move with him. Rocking my body, meeting him in the center, and when he pulled back, I was able to push forward. It was a rhythm, and after each separation, his expression changed a little more. His breathing grew louder, telling me something was happening in his body.
I wanted it.
I wanted to feel it.
I wanted to witness what losing all control did to a man like Jordan.
“You want me to fucking come?”
If he were an animal, this was the moment he would turn feral. Insatiable. Completely unhinged, giving me exactly what I’d asked for when I told him I wanted him to break me.
“Hell yes,” I replied.
“Then I want you to suck the cum out of me.”
“With my mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Right fucking now.”
He pulled out and placed my feet on the ground. I immediately knelt and put my mouth around his tip, holding his base with my palm, bobbing as low as I could go and jerking my hand upward to cover the skin my mouth wasn’t able to reach.
“God, that’s fucking hot,” he moaned.
Although I didn’t gaze up, I had a feeling he was staring down at me.
“Do you like the way your pussy tastes?”
Every time I reached the top, I made my lips into a suction cup and licked around his crown. That was my answer; I was too busy to give him words.
“Because you’re blowing me like you can’t get enough of your taste. Or maybe that’s me you can’t get enough of.” He held the sides of my head. “Fuck, you’re amazing at that.”
When he had sensed I was close, he amped up his actions. So I did the same.
I took in more and clenched my grip, circling his base, adding as much suction as I could give him.
“Look at me, Maya.” When I did, he added, “Look at me while I’m filling your fucking mouth with my cum.”
As soon as that statement was spoken, his dick turned even harder, his eyes narrowed, his lips parted, baring his bottom teeth, and he moaned my name so loud, I felt it.
Bursts of thick, salty goodness shot toward the back of my throat and coated my tongue.
“Fucking, Maya. Yes.”
Just like I’d pulsed, he did, too, and with every squeeze came another load. I swallowed each one to free up my tongue so I could slither it around him.
“God, you know how to use your mouth.”
His eyes told me he was done—his stillness, too, so I popped his dick out of my mouth and stood in front of him, wiping the sides of my lips.
His hands flattened against the metal on either side of my head, and he leaned in toward my face. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
I smirked. “That’s because I enjoyed it. You could say I did it with love.”
“Love? That’s what you call it?”
“How would you define what you just did to me?”
“I fucked you how you wanted it. Raw and dirty.”
“Then that’s how I blew you, and that’s why I swallowed.” I paused. “That’s what you wanted, didn’t you?”
“Wanted, yes. Expected, no.”
“I like to give surprises.” I winked.
A walker was coming down the path. She was about twenty feet away, but I still grabbed my shorts and quickly put them on, and to keep my hands busy, I lifted the waist of Jordan’s shorts to cover his dick. “You should know”—I tapped his chest—“no one has ever gotten that from me.”
“A blow job or swallowing?”
“Swallowing.”
“And why am I the lucky one?”
Something told me a man as sexy as Jordan got everything he wanted—when it came to life, when it came to women. They would probably chase him in four-inch heels, where he didn’t even have to move his feet, and he made them feel as though anything physical wasn’t a big deal.
Well, I wasn’t like those women.
I wanted to be chased.
I wanted him to lust after me.
I wanted him to be so worked up, so needy, he pounced the next time he saw me.
So instead of answering his question, I brushed my thumb across his lips and gave him a smile. And then I slipped out from the cage of his arms and gave his ass a little tap. “Maybe I’ll see you around. Or maybe I won’t. Goodbye, Jordan.”
“I waited as long as I could for you this morning,” Emily said as she walked toward me in the hallway at work, where I stood outside my patient’s door, typing on the portable computer station. “Did you take an extra-long run or something?”
I slowly smiled. “Sorta.”
She stopped in front of me, her neck turning, her eyes staying on me. “‘Sorta’?”
“I met up with Jordan.”
“Oh my God.” She shook my shoulder. “And?”
I glanced down the hallway, making sure no one was within earshot, and whispered, “We had sex under the bridge.”
“It’s about time you turn into a sexy minx!” She playfully slapped my arm. “I’m proud of you.”
“It was reckless.”
“Eh. I disagree.”
“And it was wild.” I pushed against my chest, my heart still beating as though I’d just had an orgasm.
“Wild in the best way.”
“And absolutely everything I needed.”
“Damn right it was!”
My head tilted back as though I was dreaming, drips from my just-showered hair rolling down the back of my neck.
“Em, I was right about him.” I looked at her again.
“He’s an animal in every way we thought he would be.
” I tried to keep my voice down, but it was becoming hard.
“He held me in his arms against a wall, and that’s how we did it.
Who does it like that? Certainly not the guys I’ve been with. ”
“I’m literally dying right now.” Her other hand went to my opposite shoulder. “Keep going.”
“It was mind-blowing and a little dirty, and then I took off and ran five miles because I was so worked up, I needed to cool myself down.”
“So is this becoming a thing? You and him?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. We didn’t exchange numbers or anything like that. I left before we could talk about running together or even anything that remotely looks like that. He already told me he doesn’t date, so this might just be a physical thing.”
“And you’re cool with that?”
Her blond hair was in a bun, with small pieces dangling by her ears and her cheeks and a few near her eyes. I tucked them back and said, “I don’t know what I am at the moment. I feel like I’m on fire.”
“That’s completely understandable.”
“I think it’s too early to know if I’m cool with anything aside from having that again. And by ‘that,’ I mean everything he did to me this morning and more.”
As she smiled, she shook her head. “I’m loving every second of this.”
I laughed. “Me too.” The light above my patient’s door lit up. “Shit. I’ve got to go.”
“I’ll help you. Come on.”
I closed out the computer and gave the door a quick knock before I walked in. “Hi, Bettie. How’s everything going?”
Bettie Hall, an eighty-four-year-old, had come to our rehab facility after a knee replacement.
She’d started with private care at home, but after almost falling, she thought it would be best if she was in a facility that was designed for this type of care and where she could be monitored.
She had curly, silver hair and a set of blue eyes that missed nothing, with a sense of humor I couldn’t get enough of.
I enjoyed most of my patients, but I loved Bettie.
“It would be a lot better if I could get up and boogie.” She waved the air and winked at me. “I’m hoping you can help me to the restroom. Your darling kitchen staff has refilled my coffee cup three times. Whoa. This old bird needs to relieve herself.”
I moved to one side of her bed while Emily went to the other. “You’re not old, Bettie. You’re seasoned.”
She touched my face. “Oh dear, I like you.” She gave me a light pat. “What’s different about you today?”
“My hair. I couldn’t bother with it, so I tied it up while it was still wet.”
“No, no.” She studied my face. “That’s not what I’m seeing.”
“That’s not what I’m seeing either,” Emily agreed.
Bettie nodded toward Emily. “Is Maya your friend?”
“Best friend,” Emily replied.
“Her smile has something to do with a man, doesn’t it?” Bettie asked Em.
“Oh, Bettie, our girl is in love,” Emily replied.
“I’m not.” I shook my head.
“You are,” they both said in unison.