Chapter 15
DANI
Too far. She’d gone too far. The silence that followed her offer was the longest silence Dani had ever sat through, and Jordan was not filling it.
She was sitting on the edge of her berth, hands curled into fists in her lap, eyes fixed somewhere around Dani's mouth.
Her breathing was shallow, the line of her jaw was set.
Dani had miscalculated. She'd read her wrong.
"I'm sorry," Dani muttered. "I shouldn't have—forget I said it. That was—I overstepped, I—"
Jordan stood.
Two strides and she was at the pull-out bed, her hand on Dani's shoulder.
The other one was on the back of her head and she was laying her back.
The pillow gave under Dani's hair and Jordan's weight followed her down.
Dani had the briefest second to register that this was happening and then Jordan's mouth was on hers.
There was no hesitation in it. None of the restrained Jordan.
Her mouth was open against Dani's and she was kissing her like she'd stopped negotiating with herself.
Her thigh pushed between Dani's and the heat of it went straight through the cotton of her shorts.
Dani made a sound she hadn't made in a long time, low and broken and entirely beyond her control.
Jordan's hands found her wrists and lifted them above her head, pinning them to the pillow.
Strong fingers, no softness in the grip.
Something in Dani let go all at once and her hips lifted against her.
Jordan moaned too, her tongue against Dani's, the slight rasp of her teeth on Dani's lower lip, the press of her thigh exactly where Dani wanted it.
Every part of her had gone bright and humming.
She could smell Jordan, feel the heat of her body, and hear her own breath coming fast against Jordan's mouth.
Everything narrowed to her holding Dani down, kissing her like she was something she had finally allowed herself to have. And God, it was hot.
Jordan shifted her grip, gathering both of Dani's wrists in one hand. Her free hand traced slowly down the side of Dani's body—ribs, waist, hip—before sliding back up between them and cupping her sex hard through her shorts.
Dani's back arched off the mattress and she gasped into Jordan's mouth.
Jordan pressed, causing a violent pulse between Dani's thighs. She kissed her through it, didn't let go of her hands.
Then her hand slid up under Dani's top and she traced her waist, the skin just under her breast, and then her hand closed over it, full, warm, and possessive. Her thumb found Dani's nipple and rolled slowly across it once, then again, and then she pinched and Dani gasped again.
Not once in all her dating history had Dani been kissed like this, so raw and wrecked. This was not careful or polite. Jordan was kissing her with her whole body—her mouth, her hands, her thigh between Dani's, rolling her hips while she moved into her.
The weight of Jordan's body on hers was everything and Dani kissed her back fiercely, her mouth working against Jordan's. She tried to get a hand free to touch her face but Jordan tightened her grip. Dani had never been held down before and it turned her on even more.
Jordan pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were dark and her breathing was ragged. Dani loved how she was holding her.
"Don't stop," she whispered, lifting her head to chase Jordan's lips. "Do whatever the fuck you want, Jordan."
Jordan inched back so Dani couldn't kiss her and shot her a teasing grin. "Are you sure about that?" Her voice was low and coarse as she pinched Dani's nipple again and Dani could barely answer through her arousal.
She nodded, beyond words, and Jordan's mouth was back on hers before she could manage anything else.
Jordan kissed her, her body settling deeper onto hers.
She rolled her hips, slow and heavy, the line of her thigh dragging between Dani's legs, and every roll made her climb faster than she wanted it to.
Then Jordan broke away and her mouth found Dani's throat.
She kissed the line of her jaw first. Then under it. Then the hollow at the base of her neck where Dani's pulse was going at an embarrassing speed. Her teeth scraped, her tongue followed. She sucked at the skin under Dani's ear and Dani made another throaty sound.
"Be careful what you wish for," Jordan whispered. The feel of her breath made Dani shiver. "You're going to be thoroughly fucked tonight." She paused, her mouth still against Dani's ear. "And then I'm going to do it again."
Her words alone almost sent Dani spiraling into an orgasm and she tilted her head to the side, giving Jordan better access while she was writhing underneath her.
She was taking Dani apart. A bite that was just hard enough to leave a mark, then her tongue smoothing over it.
She wasn't gentle, she was consuming her, and Dani felt it everywhere—between her thighs, in her chest, in the tight grip of her hand still holding her wrists above her head.
This was it. The moment she'd been imagining in low resolution was happening but she'd had it so wrong.
The Jordan she had built in her head—the restrained, captainly version she sometimes let herself fantasize about in the privacy of the bottom bunk—was a polite cardboard cutout of the woman who was currently sucking a bruise into the side of her neck.
Whatever she had imagined was too tidy. The real thing was loud and hot and rough and a hundred times more. A hundred times better.
Jordan finally released her wrists, and the loss of pressure was its own thing.
Dani's arms dropped instinctively to her shoulders, and Jordan let her, this time.
Her mouth moved down and she pushed Dani's top up under her chin while her mouth closed over her nipple.
The wet heat of it sent a jolt through all of Dani at once.
"Fuck! Jordan."
Jordan's hand slid down past her ribs, her stomach, under the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers parted her, finding her soaking wet, and the sound she made against Dani's breast was low and pleased.
The slow drag of her fingers and the pull of her teeth and her tongue on Dani's nipple drove her out of her mind. She was pushing up against Jordan's hand, dying for more even though she was already so wrecked she was shaking.
Jordan kissed across to her other breast and Dani's hands were in her hair now, gripping.
Then Jordan moved down again. Her mouth on Dani's stomach, soft kisses that were almost worse than the rest of it because they were so unhurried.
She sat up on her knees between Dani's legs and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts.
She didn't ask, just pulled them off—shorts and underwear together—and dropped them on the floor.
She spread Dani's legs with one hand on each of her thighs, and before Dani could process what was happening her mouth was on her, hot and open, her tongue moving in long firm strokes.
"Oh, fuck." Dani jerked off the mattress but Jordan held her down with her forearm across her hips and kept going, moaning against her, like she loved the taste of her. Her tongue was doing something out of this world and Dani couldn't lie still and couldn't stay quiet.
The pressure built faster than it ever had.
"I'm—I'm going to—"
Jordan pulled back and looked up at her, mouth wet, eyes wicked, her smile entirely without mercy. She dragged one fingertip slowly down the inside of Dani's thigh while Dani lay there trying to remember how to breathe.
She lowered her mouth again. Built her back up and just as she was there, just as the pressure was about to break, she stopped again.
"Fuck. Jordan—" Dani said through ragged breaths. "Please. Please."
"You said I could do whatever I wanted."
"I take it back."
"No, you don't." She moved up Dani's body. Her mouth found Dani's and Dani could taste herself on her lips. Jordan's hand lowered between her legs again and she slowly slid two fingers into her. "Mm. You feel so good," she mumbled.
She started fucking Dani and Dani moaned at the slide of her fingers, the curl, the slow withdrawal and then back in deeper, the heel of her hand pressing exactly where she needed her, the kiss never breaking, her mouth swallowing every sound Dani made until—
The orgasm tore through her in a long, breaking wave. Her back arched. Her hands gripped Jordan's shoulders hard and she cried out against her lips. Jordan continued to fuck her, slowing now, drawing it out, every aftershock pulled from her until Dani was limp against the duvet and shaking.
Jordan kissed her one more time, slow and deep, and then pulled her fingers out and rested her forehead against Dani's.
A small laugh bubbled out of Dani. It was the only sound she had left that wasn't a moan, and the situation seemed to require something. Jordan lifted her head and raised an eyebrow.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing's funny. I just—I have no idea what to say. I think you broke me." Dani pressed her mouth to Jordan's jaw, then her cheek, then her mouth, and tried to get her hands under the hem of her shirt. "I want you naked. Can we take this off please?"
"Not yet." Jordan caught her wrists and lowered them back down to the duvet. "Turn around."
Dani stared at her. "Jordan, I can't. I've literally just—"
"Yes, you can. Trust me." She licked her lips and grinned. "Captain's orders."