9. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Jordan moves off me, walking around the side of the bed to his drawers. I turn my head, watching with curiosity as he digs inside. I spot a condom box as he pulls a wrapper from inside, along with a black velvet bag.
Gazing over his shoulder at me, I flush with need as he gives me a telling smirk. I'm not sure what he has planned, but I bet it has to do with whatever is in that bag.
Pushing the drawer shut, he heads back to the end of the bed, dropping the condom wrapper and bag next to my body. Leaning over me, he kisses me again, tongue pushing inside of my mouth as we taste each other.
I can hear the faint sound of foil crinkling as he removes the condom from the wrapper, hand sliding along my body as he finds his hard cock between us. I can feel him pushing the condom on but he doesn't break the kiss, not even for a single second.
Feeling him shift back, I open my eyes, curious. He pulls out of the kiss, lifting my legs to either side of his sharp hips.
"I want to watch your face as I feel you for the first time," he murmurs, holding his cock steady. He presses it against my entrance, and I draw in a deep breath — from nerves and excitement.
It's happening…
Slowly, I feel him push inside, my body adjusting to his thickness as he eases in. My mouth falls open silently as my face twists in pleasure, and I'm intoxicated to find his face does the same. We both moan in unison, a little hiss escaping from his mouth as he edges inside.
"Fuck," he groans. "You feel so fucking perfect."
When he's fully inside me, he pauses, taking a moment to let it sink in. My head is already spinning, my body feeling like I'm on a rollercoaster. He runs his hands along the tops of my thighs, trying to control his breathing.
"It's like your body was made for me," he murmurs, easing his cock out slightly. He does a little test roll, filling me again and the two of us moan loudly. It's enough to break his resolve, his torso crashing into mine as he finds my lips with a passion.
He starts moving his hips, thrusting into me slowly and deeply, letting the two of us feel everything.
It's like nothing I've ever felt before. I can't explain it. There's something different about the way we move together, the way we breathe together.
Hiking up my leg against his hip, he leans up, drilling in deeper at a new angle. I grab his forearms, clinging on for dear life as our hips connect and reconnect over and over.
I've momentarily forgotten about the black bag next to me until Jordan reaches down, slowing his movements as he unties the string.
I watch with bated breath as he reaches inside, extracting a blue and white wand from inside.
Curiosity gets the better of me as I gaze at it, no stranger to sex toys. But I've never had someone willingly incorporate them as a partner in bed.
Jordan flicks the button, the whirling, buzzing sound coming to life. He puts a strong hand in the middle of my lower abdomen, holding me still as he spreads me with his thumb. Placing the vibrating wand on my clit, my moans fill the room as my hips buck against his hand. He pushes me down into the mattress, holding me firm as he starts his movements again, his cock filling me.
Stars fill my eyes as the room spins out of my control, my body shaking as pleasure consumes me — much like Jordan's presence. As he hits a spot deep inside of me, another orgasm surprises me, sending me tumbling down the edge of the virtual cliff.
He growls, muttering "fuck" as my body clenches down around him with the strength of the Jaws of Life. He presses the wand against me harder, the vibrations rolling through me so hard that I can feel them in my ribcage.
"I'm not done with you yet, firefly. I think you have another one in you," he murmurs, fucking me harder.
I don't have the capacity to speak, giving him no response as my body does the talking for me. I'm no longer in control of my body — he is. And he knows it.
Leaning down, his free hand grabs my lace covered breast, gently squeezing the swell before pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
My body tenses up but I try to fight it — a fruitless quest, but I try to hold onto the last of my non-existent control. I'm not talking about my orgasm, everything in me seemingly ready to give it over to this man.
"Come for me, Skylar. Don't fight it. Give it to me."
His words send me over the edge again, my screams filling the room as my back lifts off the bed completely. He catches me with his arm, holding me flush against him as our bodies hold the wand in place. He doesn't relent with his thrusts, filling me until the very last second. As soon as he feels me ease and relax, he lets out a throaty growl, his own body tensing as he explodes with pleasure.
I open my eyes, watching with sheer astonishment at his twisted face, starry eyed at his expression knowing I've caused it.
His eyes open slightly, locking with mine as beads of sweat fall down our faces onto our adjoining bodies. He kisses me heatedly, rolling us to the side. His cock falls out of me, as well as the wand rolling away, but we keep kissing, hands threading in each other's hair as our bodies struggle to find air.
I don't need air — I just need him. And judging by the way he holds me, I think he feels the same way.
Slowly, our kisses ease, turning into gentle pecks along skin as we lay facing each other on our sides. Finally, he pulls back, brushing a piece of stray, sweaty hair from my face.
"You're amazing," he whispers. "Truly amazing."
"Back at you," I murmur, exhaustion creeping over me.
He smiles, cupping my cheek. "Stay with me tonight, please."
I nod, giving him a warm smile behind heavy eyes. "Okay."
Jordan reaches up, pulling the blanket down to expose the fitted sheet. Pushing up to his knees, he leans down, scooping me up in his arms as he shuffles up the bed, laying me down on the pillow.
"I'll be back in one moment," he says, kissing my cheek. I watch as he heads into an adjoining bathroom, the light blinding me for a second before the door closes behind him. I know I should get up too, but I don't have the energy, my body molding into the soft mattress.
He emerges a few minutes later, his naked body still shimmering from the town lights below as he crawls into the bed next to me. I hear the wand hit the floor as it rolls off the bed, but neither of us pay it any mind. Jordan pulls me into his arms, spooning me as I stare out at the lights below.
His lips place small kisses on my shoulder, arms holding me tight, and before I know it, I've fallen into a deeper sleep than I've known for some time.
I'm awoken to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. When I'm finally able to convince myself to open my eyes, I find Jordan standing next to the bed, looking down at me with a tray of food.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he muses, a bright smile on his face.
It's really not fair how good he looks this early in the morning. I can only imagine what I look like given our night.
"Morning," I moan, shielding my eyes from the light. I rub them, sitting up. The sheet falls to my waist and when his eyes scale down my body, I'm reminded that I'm only dressed in my bra.
That doesn't stop him from undressing my already undressed body though.
"I grabbed us some breakfast," he tells me, putting the tray down. I look over, two breakfast wraps perfectly sealed in foiled with two cups of coffee staring back at me.
"I'm starving. We didn't get to eat dinner last night," I laugh.
Jordan grins. "I ate pretty well last night. But sadly, the oysters are now in the trash."
I cringe, forgetting about the food in the car. "I'm so sorry. That was pretty expensive."
"Don't be," he says, slipping into the bed and handing me a wrap. "It's a trade off I'd make time and time again."
Smiling as I peel back the foil, I spot eggs, bacon, spinach, and hollandaise sauce. I take a test bite, my stomach groaning in appreciation. "This is amazing," I tell him between chews.
He nods. "There's this great little cafe down the street. I wanted to take you there but I figured sleep was needed. Besides, we can go another morning."
My heart stills momentarily but I just smile, giving a little nod. "I'd like that."
Taking a sip of coffee, I grin against the lid of the takeaway cup. Jordan watches, his own smile breaking across his face. He remembered my coffee order — not hard since we share the same — but still… it's a nice sentiment.
"I really hate to seem like an asshole but I have to do some work soon," he says.
I nod. "Of course. I completely understand. I'll call an Uber soon."
He holds up his hand. "No, it's okay. I've got a meeting shortly but I've arranged to do it on the computer. I'll have to go into the office soon though, so I'll drop you off on my way."
"Did you change your meeting for me?" I ask hesitantly.
Jordan waves his hand, brushing it aside. "It's not an issue, I promise. I didn't want to rush you. Besides, I'm enjoying your company way too much."
"That's so sweet of you," I tell him. "But I feel terrible. What time is it anyway?"
"It's a little past seven," he answers softly. "I don't feel terrible at all."
I smile, before letting out a groan. "I have work too. Gosh, I have to deal with that asshole again."
Jordan's face hardens. "I'm serious. You should quit. Take your roommate up on his offer. Besides, if you start working from home, it might mean more freedom."
"I'll think about it," I respond, talking about the tempting urge to quit. "Maybe he'll be less of an asshole today. Especially since it's not raining."
"It sounds like he's an asshole regardless of what the weather is like," Jordan mutters, taking a bite of his wrap. "Don't let him push you around. You deserve better."
We finish breakfast, Jordan giving me a kiss and giving me a quick tour of his bathroom, including where to find fresh towels.
"I'll just be downstairs in my office for this meeting until 8:15, but if you want to have a shower, I'll be all yours again soon and we'll head off."
I nod, watching as he disappears from the bedroom. I take my time in the shower, enjoying his rather large shower head and reluctantly squeeze myself back into my little black dress.
As I finish getting dressed, Jordan re-enters the bedroom, heading into his walk-in closet to pull on a business suit. I have to admit, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him getting dressed up was something else. There's just something about a man in a power-suit that makes me feel… things.
He comes to sit on the edge of the bed to put his socks on, and I can't help but laugh. I was expecting crisp black socks to match his suit, but instead, he has a pair of avocado socks, the green and blue fabric looking like a mis-match to the rest of him.
"What?" he asks bewildered. "I have a thing about socks. I think it's fun to change things up."
Laughing, I nod. "It's definitely something. I like it."
He grins back at me, leaning in for a kiss. "Where am I taking you?"
"Just back home," I say. "I need to get changed for work. I can ask Blaise to drop me off."
Jordan looks at his watch, doing some mental mathematics. "If we leave now, I can drop you home and wait. I have time to take you to work."
"I can't ask that of you."
"You're not asking. I'm offering."
I want to say no, scared to be an inconvenience, but there's a greater part of me that wants to say yes. Finally, I nod slowly with a shy smile. "Okay."
He grins in response, giving me a wink. "Alright then. Let's go, pretty girl."
"I'll wait here," Jordan says in the Durango, pulling his cell out. "I just have to make a work call anyway."
"I won't be long," I tell him, quickly opening the door of his car. "Just give me five minutes!"
I do a light jog along the footpath, fumbling with my keys on the front porch. When I finally get the door open, I make a dash to my room, reaching for my work uniform. Thankfully I've already showered so it's just a matter of changing.
When I finished pulling on the clothes hastily, I rip open my bedroom door to find Blaise standing there with a smirk on his face.
"Well, good morning," he grins. "Just getting in?"
I laugh. "And I'm just leaving again for work."
"I take it the date went well?" he asks curiously.
Blushing, I give a curt nod. "It was lovely."
Blaise stretches onto his toes, looking behind me at the discarded dress on the floor. "I'd say so. I couldn't help but notice you weren't wearing your stockings."
"Sshh…" I hiss at him, spotting Nathan lingering in his bedroom door behind him, coming to investigate. "I don't kiss and tell."
"Alright, alright," he relents, holding up his hands. "If you need a lift from work let me know. I'll chase up any news about your car today too."
"I'd appreciate that," I tell him thankfully, slipping into the hallway. "Well, I hope you guys have a great day!"
Blaise gives me a little wave as I dash back outside, throwing myself into the Durango. I don't want to keep Jordan waiting too long — especially since we are both due at work.
"Ready?" Jordan asks, giving me a smile from the driver's seat.
"All ready."