21 - Jordan
21
Jordan
I considered myself to be a disciplined man.
Now, I definitely wasn’t always that way. When I was a teenager, I had zero impulse control. I did whatever I wanted, ate whatever sounded good, made jokes without caring if they were appropriate or not. For a while, it worked for me. I guess I was charismatic enough to get away with it.
But that was a long time ago. I settled down in college and learned how to focus, how to study. I graduated early. Then I passed the MCAT and breezed through med school. I was, by every definition of the word, disciplined as an adult.
None of that mattered when I looked at Haley, though.
When I gazed into her eyes at dinner and saw her smiling back at me, I became that impulsive teenager again.
I was desperate for any excuse to stay longer, to delay that awful moment where we said goodbye for the night and parted ways. I practically leaped at the opportunity to tuck Bran in bed, if only to extend my time with Haley. The kid was pretty damn cute, too. In a weird way, he reminded me of Lucas.
And when we said goodnight, my entire body revolted against the idea of going home, my bones practically trembling in protest. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. All of the energy from being around her for the past four hours simmered like a boiling pot, until it had to be released.
So, yeah. I gave in to my impulse and kissed her.
She reacted immediately, pressing her chest against mine and making the cutest little whimper into my lips. In the blink of an eye, all the intense heat from our foursome was back.
“I had to know,” I whispered after the kiss ended.
Her eyes were round orbs in the moonlight. “Know what?”
“If kissing you alone would feel as good as it did when the four of us were together.”
She swallowed heavily. “And?”
I stroked her cheek. “When it’s just the two of us? It’s even better.”
We kissed our way back into the apartment. I kicked the door closed behind me, and after it thumped shut, Haley put a finger to her lips. “Shhh!”
“Sorry!” I whispered back, my lips finding hers again.
Jesus fuck, it felt so good to give in to what I wanted. And to feel my desire reflected back at me twofold, Haley’s fingers grasping at my arms like she wanted to tear into me hungrily. She pulled me by the lips into her bedroom, then closed the door softly behind us.
Then she froze.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You don’t have a condom, do you?”
I shook my head.
“Shit!” she said.
I cupped the back of her head. “I have some plans that don’t involve a condom.”
I kissed her again, and this time she returned it with reckless abandon, her fingers scrambling to unbutton my dress shirt. She practically ripped my tie off as we fell onto the bed, our tongues sliding together as we surrendered to the sexual tension that had been building all evening.
So much for wondering if it was all in my head.
She met my lips stroke for stroke, hiking up her pencil skirt so she could spread her legs. I sank forward, the heat between her legs impossible to ignore, sending a pulse of need through my cock. I tore my lips from hers, moving lower so I could slide her panties off, luxuriating in the way the soft lace felt underneath my fingertips.
“You’re sure this is all right?” I whispered, nodding toward the wall. “With the little guy sleeping?”
“There’s a bathroom and a closet between the bedrooms,” she replied, pulling her blouse off. “We’re fine, as long as we don’t make too much noise.”
My eyes were glued to her chest, giving me all sorts of new desires. “I can stay quiet,” I told her with a grin. “But I can’t make any promises for you .”
I dove into her again, pressing a wet kiss at the crook of her neck. She arched her back underneath me, sighing as I trailed my tongue down the curve of her neck, feeling the drum-like pulse beneath her skin.
Haley shivered as I slid my hand up her thigh, stopping just short of her sex. She radiated heat like a furnace, but I kept my fingers on her inner thigh. She tipped her mouth up for another kiss, and this time it was deeper. Needier .
I squeezed my fingers into her thigh. She pushed her hips down, trying to urge me further, but I held fast. Instead, I ran my free hand up her back, unclasping her bra and then tossing it across the room. Haley bit her lip as I squeezed her breast, savoring the warm skin beneath my palm.
I wanted to touch her, to plunge my fingers deep into her wet folds, but I made myself hold back. Just for a little longer.
Instead, I sat up and finished unbuttoning my shirt. Haley watched hungrily as I shrugged out of it, then pulled my white undershirt over my head. As soon as I dropped it to the floor, she was running her palms up my chest and leaning forward to kiss my neck.
A shudder ran through my body, and I considered letting her continue kissing me to see where her lips would wander, but I had a deeper desire right now. One that was all about her . I fisted her hair and pulled her mouth back to mine, kissing her deeper than before. There was no holding back anymore—we lost ourselves in the kiss until my lungs ached. Haley shivered and moaned underneath me, rocking her hips upward while her fingertips explored my back. My cock was so hard it was painful , that’s how much I needed this woman right now.
As much as I’d tried ignoring it, I’d been thinking about Haley since I walked into Lucas’s place and saw her making out with the two other men. Deep down, the past two weeks had been torture, this perfect woman running through my subconscious every hour of the day.
It was finally happening. Just the two of us. And I only had to wait a little bit longer.
But first…
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Haley into my lap, quickly burying my face in her breasts. She craned her head back and moaned softly as my lips found one of her hard nipples. Her pencil skirt was bunched around her waist now, but there was no time to remove it. Neither of us could wait that long.
My fingers played up her sensitive thigh, tracing the indentation where her panties had pressed against the skin. Then, unable to hold back anymore, I touched her swollen entrance.
“Ohh,” she murmured into my shoulder. “ Yes .”
“Yes what?” I asked, holding my palm against her pussy.
“Yes, I need this.” Her breath fluttered against my throat. “I didn’t expect this to happen tonight, but it’s exactly what I need.”
“Me too,” I said, stroking my fingertips along her drenched lips. “I’m glad I sabotaged your car battery.”
She pulled back to stare at me, eyes wide with alarm. “You what?”
“Bad time for a joke?” I asked.
Haley furrowed her brow, then her expression completely fell apart as I curled two fingers up inside of her. “I forgive you ,” she moaned.
I fisted her hair with my other hand and tugged her head back, exposing her neck. She clenched around my fingers as I nuzzled her neck, tongue lashing out against her hot skin. I groaned against her throat, digging deeper into her with my fingers. She was as slick as could be, which made my manhood stir with renewed desire as I corkscrewed inside of her, caressing her sensitive flesh.
“Yes,” she hissed directly into my ear, teeth nibbling at my earlobe. “Fuck, Jordan, right there.”
“You like that?” I asked, pressing my fingertips into her G-spot and stroking up and down.
“Mmm hmm,” was all she could get out as she rested her forehead against my shoulder. She was bucking against my hand now, squirming in my lap in the most delicious way. I held her against me as she cried out, mouth muffled against my chest as she came to pieces, shivering and squeezing her thighs around me while her inner walls trembled and then went still.
“Oh. My. God,” she breathed against my skin, chest heaving against mine.
“Told you I couldn’t make any promises about your noise,” I whispered.
She kissed a trail across my shoulder and up my neck. “That sounds like a challenge. Now that it’s your turn, I’m going to make you scream.”
I shook my head. “It’s not my turn. Haley, I lied to you earlier.”
Her eyes locked onto mine. “What do you mean?”
My pocket was tight thanks to my enduring erection, but I managed to reach inside and pull out a square of foil. “I do have a condom.”