Chapter Twenty-Five Jordan
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jordan
I told her I wanted to see how her words—you’re a total badass on the ice and in the office—tasted on her tongue. Now that I had, I couldn’t stop kissing her. It was like my lips were rediscovering hers, my tongue uncovering her mouth, my hands exploring every inch of her body.
And all it was doing was making my dick grow in response, throbbing to be inside her.
I needed her.
I needed her far more than I needed the dinner I made.
I pulled my mouth away, her eyes slowly opening, a deep, feral hunger in her gaze.
“You’re about to throw me over your shoulder and carry me to your bedroom, aren’t you?”
I smirked. “How did you know?”
“Because you’re looking at me like I’m a hockey net.”
“A net.” I chuckled. “I fucking love that you’re using hockey terms now”—I lifted her in my arms and walked over to the couch—“and I appreciate that you understand how sexy I find that image.” She laughed as I set her on the center cushion. “My bedroom is just too far away.”
“You can’t wait that long to have me?”
When I had her seated, I knelt on the floor between her legs and began to remove her clothes. “Can I wait that long to lick your pussy? No.”
She was covered in too many layers, and I tore them off, flinging each piece behind me to have access to more of her skin. And when she was left in just her bra and panties, those came off too.
While I spread her legs over the leather, I leaned back a few inches to take her in. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
She turned her face as though she was shy. “Stop.”
“You probably think I look at your naked body and the obvious spots are my favorite—which they are, but I have others.” I reached up her stomach and traced her collarbone, the light touch of my fingertips causing goose bumps to rise over her skin.
“Like right here.” That line under her throat was gorgeous.
It reminded me of a speed bump, forcing me to slow so I could appreciate the beauty of her face.
“And here.” I lowered to her hip, dragging my fingers across it and down until I was on the center of her thigh, kissing the milkiness of her flesh. “And here.”
“I’ll never get over the way you look at me.” She dove her fingers through my hair. “It’s as if you haven’t seen every inch of me. Multiple times. Like every time is the first time.” Her fingers stilled. “I love that about you.”
“That’s because I’m obsessed with you. You’re fucking perfect.
” I bent her knee, setting her toes on the end of the seat, and rubbed my cheek on the inside of her thigh.
I couldn’t recall the last time I’d shaved, so my whiskers were at a length that would scrape her.
I did it gently, just enough to awaken her skin, going even softer as I got closer to her pussy, stopping when I reached it.
“How can that feel as good as it does?” Each inhale was a moan, every exhale matched it.
As I positioned my nose against the top of her pussy, I locked eyes with her.
I wanted her to see the way she affected me. The way I inhaled her. The way her scent made me fucking wild.
And it did.
The second the green apple and lime hit me, I could no longer control myself.
I needed to taste her.
My tongue, starting at the bottom, pointed into a tip, and landed. Once it left to move higher, my fingers began to play, one even wiggling its way into her.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
I licked up until I reached her clit and stayed there while my nose pressed down on her. I only pulled back to say, “How do you taste even better than you smell?” before I returned to the same spot.
“Fuck.” That one word seemed to last forever as she sang it into the air. “You have no idea how incredible this feels.”
I did.
Because giving her pleasure was just as satisfying to me.
And shit, I’d missed her, there was no fucking question about that. But I hadn’t realized how much I missed this.
Or how much I needed it.
Not just her flavor on my tongue. But to watch her fall apart from the simple swipe of it, like she was doing now.
“Jordan! Yes!”
I knew the combination it would take—a light sucking at the very top, followed by a flicking of pressure, back and forth, and my finger arching toward her G-spot.
So when her stomach began to shudder, her shouts filling my ears, I wasn’t surprised it had happened so quickly.
“Ah!” She drew in more breath, and another, “Ah,” came right back out of her.
I licked as she unraveled beneath me. As her knees caved inward, closing in around my face. As she moved with me, meeting my tongue, grinding herself against it. And as I continued to lap, working her through this orgasm, I watched her.
Because the visual was as much of a turn-on as the act itself.
The way her head tilted back. The way she pushed her chest out, her nipples hard. The way her toes bent around the edge of the cushion.
She was in it.
And I was about to bring her out of it.
I slowed my movements—with my tongue and my finger—and while she tremored, I grazed my thumb across her nipple, tugging on it just hard enough that she could really feel the pull but where it wouldn’t cause her any pain.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
Her voice was needy.
So was the way she held the roots of my hair.
She didn’t want my face to move, but even if she wasn’t preventing it, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I would stay here all fucking night if she wanted me to.
She sighed the moment her body stilled.
Her legs fell apart. Her chin dropped back down. Her eyes met mine.
“You want another?” I kept my tongue close, my finger inside her.
Her throat moved as she swallowed, her chest lifting as she took a breath. “My answer to that is always yes.”
As I was repositioning my mouth over her, her hand tightened in my hair. “But there’s other things I want more. Maybe not more—I shouldn’t say that. I should say I want first. You know what I mean.”
I chuckled. “Like my dick?”
A smile pulled across her face. “Yes, please.”
I wrapped her legs around my face so that they rested on top of my shoulders, and ordered, “Hold on to my shoulders,” while I lifted her into the air.
I carried her to the stairs, which was the nearest wall that wasn’t covered in my hockey collectibles, and I held her against it.
“I thought I was done . . . but I can’t seem to take another step without being consumed with the need to taste you again. ”
Her weight bore down on my arms, the wall helping to keep her steady while I licked. With the way I was holding her, I was restricted. I couldn’t use my fingers. But it didn’t matter. I could give her enough of my tongue that would bring her right back to that place.
“Oh fuck,” she cried.
Where I’d been more careful on the couch, caressing her with soft pressure, I was now ravishing her, taking what was mine and fucking devouring her.
Instead of just holding my hair and lightly pulling it when she was close, her grip had strengthened, and I was fighting against it to keep my face in place so her yanking wouldn’t shift me upward.
Because I needed this orgasm.
I needed to feel it on my mouth.
I needed to taste it on my tongue.
I needed to hear her scream it out.
And that was what I got.
“Jordan!”
Her orgasm must have come on strong and hard, since I barely had any warning other than the pulsing in her clit right before it hardened. She couldn’t move her hips; she couldn’t push against me, not while she was pinned there. All she could do was wriggle and take it.
And she did.
“Oh! My! God!” she yelled.
Fuck yes.
I licked her until I felt the buildup had passed and her moaning quieted, and I pulled her away from my face and lowered her down until her legs wrapped around my waist and she could set her arms on my shoulders.
“I can’t even breathe right now.” She heaved out several mouthfuls of air. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m giving you everything I want.” I aimed my mouth over hers. “Kiss me.”
My lips were wet from her, but I knew she wouldn’t care, which was so fucking hot.
So while she held the sides of my face and put her mouth on mine, I carried her down the stairs and through the condo to my bedroom, setting her on my bed. I only peeled myself away from her so I could strip off my clothes.
She smiled as she watched. “Can I help?”
I flung my shirt on the floor and closed the distance between us. She immediately got to work on my belt and jeans and boxer briefs, pushing them down my legs to make my cock spring free. Once it did, she completely ignored the clothes that were now at my ankles and solely focused on my tip.
Sucking it.
Flicking it with her tongue.
Bobbing down it.
“Hell yes,” I hissed. I tried to kick off my shoes and step out of my jeans and socks, but with the way she was using her hands and mouth, I could barely concentrate on anything else. “Damn it, that feels fucking good.”
I could come just like this; it wouldn’t take more than a minute. But that wasn’t how I wanted to get off. I wanted her pussy. I wanted it tightening around me. And I wanted to fill it with my fucking cum.
“Slow down there or you’re going to get a mouthful.”
She pulled back to say, “Maybe that’s what I want.”
“Don’t tease me, Maya.”
She kissed around my crown. “It’s no tease. I love giving you head.”
And I fucking loved that she had that desire and a talented mouth and that she would let me fill it—but not tonight.
I popped out from between her lips and crawled over her on the bed, moving her legs around me while I positioned my tip at her pussy.
“Why do I get the impression that I’m about to scream—” As her voice cut off, she drew in air at the same time I thrust inside her, and she continued, “Oh! Fuck! Yes!”
I got on my knees, straddling her legs around me and arching her ass up so she was holding her weight with her forearms. She crossed her feet behind my back and was able to bounce against me, meeting me each time I stroked into her.
“You’re so goddamn tight.”
My head fell back as I picked up speed, twisting my hips with each stroke, pointing my tip higher so I wasn’t just hitting her walls—I was tapping her G-spot, adding friction to every angle.
And as my neck straightened, I could see the pleasure that was spreading across her face, the way she was holding her tits, squeezing her nipples, and I knew she was feeling it.
But she couldn’t even imagine how I felt. How she was hugging me from the inside. How the warmth of her cunt and the wetness that allowed me to slip in and out only added to the snugness.
“Maya, how are you making me want to come this fast again?”
It wasn’t what I was doing. This sensation was all because of her.
“I’m right there too.”
I could tell by the way she was narrowing around me and how she was getting even wetter—things I didn’t think were even possible.
“Should I let you come, or force you to wait and come with me?”
“I can’t even say that would be mean, considering this would be my third orgasm.”
Which meant that I’d need to give her a fourth.
Easily doable.
I rocked my hips forward and strummed her clit with my thumb, and within a few strokes, she was shouting my name, gripping her tits like they were about to fall off, locking me with her legs. “Oh! Yes!”
This view was different from when my face was between her thighs. This gave me an aerial perspective of her body, of her expression, of the heat that passed over her skin.
Fuck, she was so hot.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
She was shuddering and moaning, letting me give it to her harder, faster, my thrusts sending the tingles straight over her. And when she neared the end, when her eyes opened and her groaning died down and she stilled, I felt that satiated warmth pass through her.
“Not good”—she shook her head—“but amazing.”
“Now I’m going for a fourth.”
“You can’t possibly have more for me.”
I smiled. “Maya, I’m not even close to being done.”
I unhooked her legs from around me and moved her across the bed and onto her side, slipping in behind her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be able to touch every part of her while I came.
Still so wet, I glided right back in and held her against the front of me, her legs intertwined with mine as I slammed into her, plunging as deep as I could get. “I love being inside you.” I kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck and turned her head so I had access to her lips.
“I missed this.”
“Me too.” I took hold of her lips, my speed increasing, my power doubling, and as my tongue slipped into her mouth, my fingers padded their way across her navel until they were on her clit.
She exhaled. “Mmm.”
I could feel her moan on my tongue. It moved through my chest and straight down to my dick.
“Maya, why are you getting so tight again?”
“Because I’m getting close.”
“Already?”
“Already.”
I nipped her lip. “You’re telling me you want to come again?”
“I’m telling you I want to come with you.”
An order I couldn’t resist.
I reared my hips back and bucked forward, and instead of fighting the spasms, I allowed them to build. To spread. To peak.
“Then you better do it—right now,” I demanded.
I added another finger to her clit, rotating around that spot, while my other arm moved under her head and down the front of her body to clasp her tit.
After a few punches of my dick, I growled in her ear, “I want you milking the fucking cum out of me. That’s how hard I want you to come and how tight I want your cunt to be. ”
Seconds later, I got my wish.
“Jordan!” She gasped. “Oh God! Oh, oh God!”
What that did to me—her shuddering, her screaming—was send me right over the edge.
“Fuck yeah, give it to me!” My hips jerked, pausing as the sensation spiked, and I pumped out the first stream of cum. “Just like that!” I drove back toward my tip and forward again, burying myself in her wetness, and each motion drained a little bit more out of me. “Yes!”
By the time I was empty, she was quiet. Still. Looking at me from over her shoulder, panting, with the biggest smile on her face.
I rubbed my nose over hers and sighed. “I think we should get in the shower so I can wash some of this sweat off and clean you up.”
“And then you’re going to feed me beef Wellington. I can’t wait.”
I chuckled. “And then we’re going for round two.”