8. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Street lights pass us by, sporadically illuminating Jordan's hand on my leg as he strokes my thigh while driving. I struggle to stay composed, watching the houses pass by as we travel to the other side of town.
When he gets no reaction from me, pulls his hand back, leaving a blaze of fire along my skin.
I gaze at him from out of the corner of my eye, watching in sheer disbelief and amazement as he lifts his hand to his mouth, popping his index finger inside. He doesn't stray his attention away from the road, and if it wasn't for the fact I know where his hand had been, the action would almost seem innocent.
His lips seal around his finger as he slowly glides down to the tip. When his hand falls away, he turns to look at me briefly, face stoic as he nods. "You're right. Definitely fucking delicious."
Holy fucking shit.
Well, two can play that game I decide. Reaching over, I place my hand on his hard thigh, just resting it in place at first. When he makes no effort to move me, I slide my hand further inward until I find his cock pressing against the constraints of his pants.
He hisses slightly, caught off guard and I smirk to myself. I rub my hand gently over him, watching as his knuckles tighten around the steering wheel.
"You're playing a dangerous game, firefly."
"Am I?" I ask with a small laugh. "Sounds like fun."
He smiles, eyes reflecting in the street lights. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
It's a threat — or a promise — but the truth is, this is the most fun I've had in months. Even with Jake, I never felt such a strong physical connection to someone. This has hit me out of left field, shaking every single belief I have.
Jordan makes me want to push limits, explore things in ways I never knew existed. It's a high I need in this difficult time, and despite all my initial reservations, maybe Blaise is right. We're in a different era now. We're adults, and humans, with needs and wants. We should be allowed to do what we want within reason. And even if I don't have a reason beyond just wanting this, who am I hurting?
Maybe there's a reason why they say when one door closes, another one opens. Maybe the universe is finally giving me a chance to shine. Don't they say bad luck happens in sets of three?
Break up with Jake… car turning into submarine… shitty job burning down in flames.
The universe was giving me the green light to take a new adventure. And I was down for it.
We pull into a modest two-story house, perfect hedges shielding the front porch from view of the street. The garage automatically opens up when Jordan hits a fob in the center console, and we slowly pull inside. As the garage door closes behind us, my heart starts racing again.
This is it. Time to put all that forced courage and competitive words to the test.
Jordan unclips his seatbelt, angling his body to look at me. "I still haven't kissed you yet," he murmurs, fingers releasing my seatbelt from the clasp.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I reply quietly as nerves start to remind me that I'm not as strong as I pretend to be.
He cups the side of my face, his lips finding mine a fraction of a second later. He kisses me fervently, like a dying man desperate for his last meal.
A hand snakes its way around my waist, lifting me up on the seat to turn me toward him. I'm a dangling mess in his grip, but the way he kisses me makes me forget about anything rational.
My hand finds the gear stick and I hold it for balance as his hand slides up the side of my dress, hitching the material up my thigh.
Suddenly, he pulls back, breaking the kiss. He leans his forehead against mine, catching his breath. "I think we should go inside."
I nod rapidly in agreement, sliding back into my seat. "Okay."
He smiles at me, reaching for the door handle as he steps out of the car. I go to reach for my own, but I spot him walking around the front of the car, grabbing the door for me.
Stepping out, I smile appreciatively at him, letting him take my hand as he leads me to the internal door to the house.
The door opens with his push, and I'm immediately greeted by the kitchen — the sparkling dark tiles and neatly presented area looking homely. In the dark corner, I spot large floor to ceiling windows and a television. We head through the kitchen in the opposite direction to a staircase.
Without letting go of my hand, he starts pulling me up the carpeted staircase, the steps bending around halfway up to take us to the second floor.
The gray carpeted floor is immaculate and I feel bad for keeping my shoes on, but he doesn't seem to share my same sentiments as he guides me to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway.
Before we reach them, he suddenly grabs my waist, pivoting me into the wall. He pushes his body against me as his lips find mine again, and we become locked into another tongue battle as his hands push my dress up past the top of my stockings.
"I want you so bad, Skylar," he murmurs against my lips. "You're making me crazy."
"I feel the same," I admit, tipping my head to the side as his mouth locks onto my neck.
He growls, hand reaching out for the door handle as he feverishly attacks my throat with his lips.
The room is dark as we enter, except for the faint reflection of town lights below. I'm pulled away in fascination momentarily, as I gaze out his large windows to see the sparkling mark of St. Devil's Creek in the distance. His house is on a hill, overlooking the town below. If I look hard enough, I can even see the aptly named creek glistening in the distance.
"Do you like it?" he asks, kissing my neck when he notices my attention is on the window.
I close my eyes, distracted by him once again. Nodding, I reach behind, eager to touch him anywhere I can reach. "It's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," he whispers, spinning me around. Our mouths connect and his hands stroke my arms, trailing up to my straps. He rolls them down my shoulders, gently pulling the dress down my body.
When the material hits the floor with a small thud, he lets out a hum of appreciation, taking in my lingerie covered body. I don't have any time to react or feel embarrassment — he doesn't let me. He drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach as his fingers play with the sides of my panties.
Letting go of them, he reaches for my boots, helping me slip them off. When they are in a discarded heap on the floor, he runs his hands up the sides of my stockings, finding the tops of them. Jordan rolls them down my legs one after another, flinging them behind him as he kisses my knees and thighs.
I expect him to undress me completely, but he doesn't. He stands up, lifting me up in his strong hold as he walks us over to his king sized bed. I grab his shoulders for support before I'm laid down on the soft mattress. He stands above me, removing his jacket as he throws it to the side.
Slowly, he starts undoing his shirt buttons, locking eyes with me. "I knew you were something special from the very first second we met."
I laugh softly. "Special is accurate, given the circumstances."
He smiles in response, pulling his shirt off in its entirety. I'm left speechless as his toned frame — something I had already imagined from the pictures we had shared by text. It's even better in person and more divine than I could have pictured.
Leaning down, he holds himself over me, his hands on either side of my head. "You're really something amazing, Sky. I can't wait to show you just how much."
Moving back, he places a soft kiss to my sternum, then through my bra over my nipples. A small moan escapes my lips and I reach for him, but he grabs my hands, pinning them beside me on the bed.
Trailing a path down my torso, he kisses my hip bones, fingers entwining in the sides of my panties again. This time, he pulls them down, giving himself a first hand look at the mess he caused.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, fingers spreading me. He immediately slides two fingers inside me, making my back arch up.
There's no teasing this time as he maneuvers his fingers in and out, building up the existing tension from our dinner which is still abandoned in the back of his car. I hear his knees hit the carpeted floor, and suddenly, his fingers are gone. His arms hook around my knees, pulling me forward rapidly to the end of the bed.
Before I can process anything, his warm tongue is on my clit, working its way around my aching pussy. Releasing one arm, his fingers enter me again, working in unison with his mouth as he groans against my skin.
I'm so worked up that I have no control at all, my orgasm ripping through me. I cry out his name, thighs clenching around his head as my hips lift further into his face. He doesn't mind at all, hand digging into me as he holds me tight, letting me ride out my climax against him.
When I start to come down from the high, he pulls back, a dazzled look on his face. "You taste better than anything I've ever had in my entire life. Fuck, I'm going to become addicted to you."
I throw my head back with a soft moan, hearing the movements of his pants being removed. Panting softly, I sit up so I can get a better look, our eyes locking before my attention is forced downwards to his cock as it springs out from his trunks.
"Come here," he says, beckoning me with his hand.
I shuffle down the remaining area of the bed so I can get as close as possible to him. He strokes his cock, tiny beads of excitement dripping down the head.
I don't wait for instructions, my hand reaching out to grab him eagerly. I stroke his shaft, engrossed in the silky feel of him.
He hisses and curses under his breath, head tipping back as he lets me feel him. Warm hands tangle their way through my hair, holding me as I glide my palm up and down his length.
Watching him closely, I use my free hand to give him a little nudge in the abdomen, forcing him to take a step back. As he does, I slide off the bed onto my knees in front of him, his eyes widening slightly with realization.
With a soft smirk, I look away, my lips parting over his thick head as I take him into my mouth. He lets out a louder groan, fingers tightening in my hair as I leisurely take my time going down his cock.
I can't take all of him and for a moment, it panics me. I could always take all of Jake with his average length, but if the visual didn't confirm it, this sure has. Jordan is much bigger than what I'm used to, but I want him, in every way possible.
I take as much of him as I can, enjoying the small sounds that get caught in his throat. When I reach out to cup his balls, he jerks, hand releasing my hair to grab mine.
Without any words, he leans down, wrapping his arm around my back and lifting me up against him. I wrap my legs around him, our lips finding each other's again as we fall onto the mattress.
"Don't move," he whispers against my mouth. "Stay right here, firefly."