Chapter Five
Jordan swept me up in his arms, making me gasp. He carried me like a bride from the couch to the bed, which was a bit romantic, until he tossed me on the bed. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit rough.
The lighting in the bedroom was dim. The world was silent except for our breathing. Jordan loomed in front of me.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “I need to see your cunt.”
Part of me really wanted to obey. But first —
“Take your clothes off,” I said. “I don’t want to be the only one naked.”
His eyes glittered. “It’s not like you to argue with me.”
“I’m not arguing,” I replied. “I just…” I swallowed. “I want to see you, Jordan.”
I wanted to see the expanse of flawless skin, lightly dusted with brown hair. I wanted to see the defined ridges of all his muscles. I wanted to see the veins on his biceps.
Only now did I realize how much I missed his god-like body. I wanted to touch it, to lick it.
Jordan looked at me, as if he could read all of my thoughts, and I suppressed the urge to shiver.
Then, in one swift motion, he pulled his shirt off.
Next, he slid his sweatpants down, along with his boxer-briefs, so he was completely naked.
His cock — long and thick and so hot, it made my mouth water — was standing at attention.
“You’re staring, baby,” he said, a smile in his voice.
I jerked my gaze from his erection to his eyes. “You’re even hotter than I remember.” My lips were loose tonight. All of my thoughts were tumbling out.
He touched himself, curling a fist around his length. “Did you think about my body?”
“Of course,” I said. “I tried not to, but…”
He took a step towards the bed. “I thought about you,” he said.
“I know,” I replied, because that was obvious. “I know you thought about my pussy.”
“Not just your cunt,” he said. “Though I did think about that too. I thought about your hips and your thighs and your perfect tits.” His gaze raked over me. “I thought about your shoulders. Your collarbone. Your neck.” He paused. “I thought about your eyes. Your smile.”
I stared. “My smile?” I asked. “I don’t smile around you.”
“I know you don’t,” he said. “But once or twice, you let it slip. It’s so rare, I always feel like I’m seeing something I shouldn’t. Your smile is —” he cut himself off, shaking his head.
My heart was racing. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. “My smile is what?” I asked.
“Nothing.” His voice had grown a shade sharper.
“We’re not here to chat.” He knelt on the bed, grabbed my knees, and yanked them apart, so my legs were spread, exposing the most private and secret parts of my body.
“I missed seeing this,” he said, and touched me gently.
A second later, he held up his fingers, showing me that they were slightly shiny with my arousal.
I blushed. I was always embarrassed about how quick I got wet around Jordan.
But he seemed to love it. Holding my gaze, he slid the fingers into his mouth.
I stared, frozen.
“Fuck,” he said, taking the fingers out of his mouth. “I need to eat you. I need it right now.”
I didn’t get a chance to react. He curled his hands around my thighs and pulled me closer to him, and the next thing I knew, his head was buried between my legs.
He started slowly, the way he always did.
A tongue against my entrance, sliding up and down, tasting my wetness.
Then he brushed his mouth over my clit, just teasing it.
I always appreciated how he started out slowly and ramped up the sensation later, but in that moment, I was so turned on, I didn’t think I could handle the anticipation.
“I need more,” I said, my breathing unsteady. “Please, just…”
“Just what?” He looked up at me. The sight of his head between my thighs always made my stomach flip.
I squeezed my eyes shut so the view wouldn’t overwhelm me. “Just shove your tongue inside me.”
I thought he’d refuse and keep teasing me, just to piss me off. Instead, he obeyed my request. He slid his wet tongue inside me and my entire body tightened, a moan escaping me.
“Oh god,” I said. “Jordan —”
He thrust his tongue inside me relentlessly, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled his tongue out and started to kiss my clit.
I felt my skin grow hotter and hotter with each caress of his lips.
Sweat formed on my neck and hairline as he flicked his tongue ever so gently over the sensitive nub.
I could feel the orgasm coming towards me like a train at full speed. I was going to crash. It had been too long, and now —
Jordan pulled away. It took me a moment to realize he’d let go of my legs, and was now kneeling on the bed, looking down at me with an evil sort of triumph.
“Wh—why did you stop?” I sounded petulant.
He grinned, and it looked savage in the darkness. “I want to keep you needy,” he said. “Move back.”
He got me to lie down with my head resting against pillows by the headboard of my bed. I wasn’t sure what was happening, until he moved closer, holding himself over my chest, each of his strong legs resting on either side of my body.
With his hand, his tapped his cock against my lips. He smelled like a mix of clean skin and male musk.
I opened my mouth wider, but to my surprise, he didn’t push his length in. I stared up at him, waiting.
“Don’t you want me to suck it?” I asked.
His jaw tightened, and he shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“No. I want you to beg to suck it. If you’re convincing enough, I might just let you.”
Let me?
I huffed in indignation. “Don’t play games Jordan. Just let me give you head.” Then we can get to the good stuff. Then we can finally fuck, like I’ve been dreaming about.
“But you love it when I play games.” He rubbed the velvet-smooth tip of the cock around my lips, like he was applying lip gloss. With the pre-cum drooling from the slit, he sort of was, in a twisted sort of way. “I want to hear you beg for it. It’s not hard.”
“Let me suck your cock,” I said, in a deadpan tone.
He chuckled softly. “Not like that. I want to hear how much you’ve been craving it.” His eyes lit up at my expression. “Don’t lie to me, baby. I know you’re a good little cocksucker.”
I swallowed. Fine. He wanted to hear me beg for whatever reason?
I could do that.
“I want to suck your cock,” I said softly. “I want it, alright? I want to make you feel good. I want to hear you groan.” At that point, I leaned forward and let my tongue flicker against the tip.
Jordan hissed and pulled his cock away, and I stifled the impatience rising up in me.
“Did you ever suck that other guy’s cock?” he asked.
“Never,” I said.
“Did you want to?”
“No,” I admitted. “I don’t want to suck any man’s cock. Only yours.”
Jordan’s expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes. Something warm, yet stony at the same time. “Say that again.”
“I’ve never wanted to give head to anyone else,” I blurted out. “I only want to suck your cock. I’m — I’m addicted to it, okay? These past few months I’ve been having withdrawals. Just let me taste it, okay, Jordan? Let me taste your pre-cum. Please. Please, please, please —”
Jordan shoved his erection into my mouth, and I accepted it willingly, savouring the familiar taste, the familiar feel of it against my tongue, the way it was hot and pulsing between my lips.
“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing the headboard to steady himself. He tightened his hands, and I could see the veins standing out on his arms. “God, I missed your mouth. I almost forgot how talented you are.”
I slurped on his length like I was starving. I knew I was making a mess — I could feel spit sliding out from the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin. When Jordan looked at me, though, he only looked more aroused.
“My nasty slut,” he said. “Seeing you slobber over my cock is so fucking hot.”
I moaned involuntarily. I’d forgotten how much his praise affected me. Now, Jordan sucked in a breath — I could see his abs tense. My moan must’ve vibrated around him.
“I need to move,” he said. “You’ll let me thrust into your pretty mouth, won’t you, Ella?”
I nodded — or, at least, I tried my best to nod with my lips were stretched around a thick cock.
“Good girl,” he said, and jerked his hips.
He set a punishing pace, but I could handle it. We’d hooked up so many times and I’d slowly learned how to relax my throat and take him in. As he slid in and out, his length glistening with my saliva, he held onto the headboard, and let out occasional soft groans.
Those noises turned me on like nothing else. I loved hearing him make noise, and it only reminded me how aroused I was. I hated him for not letting me finish earlier. I wanted him to touch me and eat me out again. At the same time, I was determined to make him feel good.
When his movements grew jerky, I knew he was close. His breathing had changed, and now he was panting, jaw tight.
“Oh baby,” he was murmuring. “Baby, you’re so good. So fucking good. Just let me cum, okay? Just let me —”
When he pulled out, intending to slide in again, I clamped my mouth shut, so his wet cockhead slid against my lips. He blinked down at me.
“What?” he said, sounding confused.
It was cute. Almost.
I turned my head away from his cock, which was flushed a deep red. “Now you know how it feels.”
Annoyance washed over his face. “Fucking hell, Ella. Open your mouth now, or I swear to god —”
“What?” I said, blinking up at him. “You’ll what?”
When he didn’t reply, I started to sit up, and instinctively, he got off me, sitting back on his haunches. I had a feeling his brain was only half-working.
“I’m not letting you cum,” I said. “Not yet. Not until you’re inside me.” To illustrate my point, I spread my legs, and slid a finger up and down my slit, which was still soaked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You still on the pill?” he asked, his voice raspy.
I nodded. “And still clean.”
“Me too,” he replied. “I told you. There hasn’t been anyone since you.” He leaned forward and brushed his fingertips over my pussy, and I shivered at the sensation.
I ached for him. I need him to fill me up right now.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he said. Then, he grabbed me and flipped me over, so I landed flat on my stomach with a gasp. He was manhandling me, the way I liked it.
I heard him move over me. “Ass up, legs spread,” he murmured in my ear.
I obeyed immediately, every cell in my body tingling with excitement. I sensed him get comfortable — a leg on either side of mine, a hand on the mattress to steady himself. Then I felt the blunt head of his cock rub against my folds. There was a faint slick noise from all my wetness.
I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire from anticipation.
“Your cunt’s so wet for me,” he murmured. He lowered himself over me, and I loved the weight of him. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling me.
“Shove it inside and fill me up with your cum,” I gasped. I felt beyond gone.
“Good cumslut,” he said, and thrust his entire length inside of me in one smooth motion.