Chapter 11
Liam
Stepping off the elevator, I head toward my room, phone in hand. Brody did me a solid by deciding to play a few rounds of blackjack before heading for bed which means I don’t need to wait to knock on Jordan’s door. Something I decided I was doing in the cab ride over.
She hasn’t texted me again, and I’ve kept my itchy fingers from sending another message—despite wanting to. To find out if “maybe later” was going to turn into a yes.
Swiping a thumb around on my keypad, I send her a message as I reach her room.
Me: You up?
I follow it with a quick rap on her door, my head bowed, listening intently for any sounds coming from within to tell me she’s awake. It’s pretty quiet; I’m certain that not even the TV is on, and I wonder if I’m too late. Maybe she’s asleep.
Or fuck—what if she’s out? What if that douchebag texted her, and she met up with him? What if they’re downstairs in the bar and I walked right by them? Would she do that? Would she allow herself to be fooled into having drinks with him?
No. There’s no way. That’s crazy talk. Jordan spent months getting over that fuck. There’s no way she would throw all that progress away. Besides, I saw the way she reacted to him. She wanted nothing to do with him.
And why the fuck does it matter? Why the fuck does it feel like my stomach is hanging out around my knees? Fucking hell.
I need to fuck. Between the date today, the itchy fingers, Savanna’s inquisition, and now the knotted stomach, there’s one thing I know that can cure all my ailments because it cures everything. If Jordan opens the door, I’m going to fuck her into oblivion.
Normalcy will be good.
What if she doesn’t answer?
Groaning to myself, my jaw clenches tight. I don’t want to think about the answer. Mostly because I know I’m not going to like it. I don’t want to five finger it.
You could find someone else.
Shaking my head to shut that thought down the second it enters my brain, I’m saved when a text comes through.
Jordan: Yes
My lips pull into a smile. It feels like I’ve been standing here for hours, but I don’t think it’s been two minutes since I rapped on her door. A door that jostles just enough for me to notice. Almost like someone is on the other side of it, perhaps looking through a peephole.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I lift my head, bringing my arms up to the sides of the doorframe. Leaning against it, I stare directly into the peephole, one corner of my mouth crooking up into a smile.
“Open. The. Door.”
It doesn’t take her a second before she’s doing as she’s told. There’s an audible sigh that comes from her that makes my dick twitch. She’s happy to see me. If the sound she made didn’t tell me, the way her eyes are roaming over me does.
I peruse her as well. Fuck, she’s sexy as hell.
It’s like she doesn’t get it, either. She doesn’t need the makeup, or the hair to be perfectly in place, or the skimpy little dresses, or even the heels—although, the heels are fun as fuck when we’re fucking.
Jordan is gorgeous without any of it. Standing there in an oversized Santa Rosé Fire t-shirt and a pair of little shorts with her hair piled on top of her head, it might be the sexiest I’ve ever seen her look.
Bringing my attention back to her face, I can see color blooming across her cheeks. It’s not easy to get Jordan to blush, but something has her beautifully rosy.
“Hi,” I murmur, my voice husky.
Her chest lifts and falls quickly at the sound. “Hi.”
“You’re not allowed to wear this when I’m around.”
At her confused expression, I drop my arms from the doorway and take a step forward, crowding her when she stands her ground. Fingering the stretched out neckline, I watch goosebumps rise on her skin even though I’m not touching it.
“Makes my dick hard.”
The blush deepens, and I find my stomach back where it’s supposed to be, thrilled that I’ve gotten that reaction more than once now. It spurs me on, my hand following the line to the back of her neck where my fingers slide into her hair, tugging her head back.
“Especially when your hair is up, and I can see this neck on display.”
“Liam,” her voice is throaty, thick with need. “You’ve seen me in this before.”
“And it drives me nuts every time. Plus it’s worse now that I’ve been inside you.”
Leaning down, my tongue slides along the length of her neck to her collarbone. I can feel her whimper against my lips as they move across her throat to the other side of her neck where my teeth scrape up the side until I reach her ear.
“I’m going to show you what happens when you’ve been a bad girl,” I whisper, nipping at her ear as her body sags into me.
“I’m not bad,” she breathes, but she doesn’t sound convincing. “I’m good. I’m a good girl. We should do more good girl things.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I walk her backwards further into the room, letting the door close behind me. The second I hear it latch I give her ass a good, firm smack. When she leaps into me and squeals, I know I’ve surprised her.
There’s excitement in her wide blue eyes, and her breathing is hitched as she clings onto my shirt. I know anticipation is filling her because I feel her nails start to dig into my chest, wanting more.
“Maybe you’ll like the bad girl things,” I counter, raising an eyebrow.
Grabbing her around the legs, I lift her from the floor, springing towards the bed before she can wrap her head around what I’m doing. When I reach the end of it, I toss her down while she shrieks in shock and delight.
The shock is in the sound. The delight is in her smile.
But what really makes my dick hard is my name. The sound of my name rolling off her tongue has become my favorite thing in the world, making my balls tense, my stomach bunch, and my entire spine tingle. It primes my body, and I automatically know what’s to come when I hear my name from her lips—me.
My eyes roam over her as she lays there, her chest heaving with eagerness, waiting for my next move.
I’m deliberate as I unbutton my shirt, letting her watch as more skin appears by the second.
I’d rather not ruin my shirt by way of her nails, and I know they’re going to come out. I’d much rather she mark me.
Sliding the fabric from my body, I toss it to the side then reach out and grab her ankles, yanking her down the bed. Her body slides easily across the mattress, stopping only when her ass is at the edge.
“Liam,” she gasps when I step between her legs, pressing my knee against her center.
Her hips try to lift off the bed, looking for more friction than I’m willing to give at the moment, but she’s too short to find any purchase. Dropping my hands to her knees, I slide my fingertips along her thighs to the bottom of her shorts, smiling as she writhes.
“Need more, Fireball?” I ask, dipping my fingers just beneath the end of her shorts. “I’m not sure that bad girls get more.”
Her skin is hot to the touch, making me wonder what she’s like at her core. Needy, panting, and ready to combust is exactly where I want her. Where I need her.
Taking my knee away from her, her whimper fills the room, making me chuckle. “In due time.”
“Now, please,” she demands with annoyance. At least she uses manners.
Sitting up on the bed, she goes straight for my belt, tugging at it with her hands. I’m quick to put an end to it. My dick might be hard and begging for her attention, but it’s not about my dick right now. It’s about her and getting what I’ve wanted since the first night.
Grabbing onto her hands with one hand, the heel of my other hand rests against her chest, my thumb and index finger making a V around her throat.
I push her backwards to the bed, lifting her arms above her head as she goes, and I follow.
Before my full weight comes crushing down on her, I catch myself with the hand that was at her neck.
It presses into the bed beside her head.
“If you think the torture is going to get better after that, you’re sadly mistaken,” I tell her before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Keep your hands up there.”
Jordan’s hands flex against mine still holding them, but as I kiss my way down her neck, they relax.
Her entire body relaxes as I move my mouth over her skin, licking and gently sucking, nipping every so often.
It’s never hard enough to leave a mark, but it’s enough that I can feel the shivers running through her body.
They urge me on. I love how responsive she is to me. That’s how it’s been the last two nights, and it isn’t any different now. In fact, I’d say she’s more responsive. Slowly opening herself up, giving herself over to me.
I’ve never felt more powerful.
But with great power comes great responsibility, and while I may treat her roughly at times, I balance it with care.
Sliding my hand away from hers, it moves along the length of her body, stopping only when it reaches the bottom of her t-shirt.
Her hips lift in reaction, begging me to touch her further south, but I push up under her shirt, skimming my fingertips upward along silky smooth skin until I reach her breast.
My cock strains against my pants. She’s not wearing a bra.
I lift my head to watch her face as I roll her nipple between my fingers, gently at first but when I get no reaction from her my touch grows rougher. I smile when she gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“Liam, please,” she whimpers.
“What do you want, Jor? Tell me.”
“Touch me.”
My fingers squeeze her nipple again. I’m rewarded with another sharp inhale. “I am.”
Her body wiggles until her center finds my leg between hers. “Here. Touch me here. Please.”
Standing up to my full height, I pull my hand out from beneath her shirt. The material falls to her sternum, giving me a nice view of her stomach and the waistband of her shorts. Crossing one arm over my chest, I bring the opposite hand to my chin, giving it a rub.
“Hmm. Maybe later.” When her eyes flash in recognition and alarm, I smirk at her. “Right now I’m more concerned with the amount of clothes you have on.”
With a grab of her shorts and the panties beneath, I swiftly pull them over her hips and down her legs, discarding them with my shirt. With her bottom half completely bare to me, I resume my stance of one arm across my chest, the other holding my chin.
“Damn.”
My tongue runs across my lips as I take in the sight of her glistening pussy.
She’s soaked. Ready and waiting for me. I wouldn’t have to do a goddamn thing to be able to slide inside of her right now.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve seen, and my cock is throbbing against my jeans, telling me he agrees.
“Tell me what you want, Jordan.”
“Touch me,” she gasps, sliding a hand over her bared stomach.
“Here?” I ask, running a finger along the line of her hip.
She sighs with something that’s both pleasure and frustration. “More.”
“Here?” I ask again. I flutter my fingertips over the lips of her pussy before moving them to the inside of her thigh, floating them along her skin until I reach her knee.
“No,” she whimpers, trying to lift her hips, but with one leg looking for more from my hand and the other still too short to find purchase, she doesn’t go far. “My clit.”
That lights me up. I love hearing her tell me what she wants, but I’m not going to touch her with my fingers like she thinks I will. No, tonight she’s getting something else.
Dropping to my knees, I hook my arms under her legs to pull them up on my shoulders. There’s a gasp from above, but it’s not one that’s telling me to stop or wait. Still, I give it a second, flicking my tongue along her silky thigh.
“Liam!” she cries, the neediness in her voice unmistakable. Her calves flex into my back, pulling me closer. Begging me without words.
Burying my face between her legs, I slide my tongue all the way up her slit, inhaling her scent as I go. She’s full of arousal and it’s intoxicating for me. An absolute delicacy that I enjoy every second of.
“Liam…”
There it is. That hint of hesitation in the way she says my name. As though one single, tiny thought crept in and is about to blow this for both of us. I lick the length of her slit, giving her clit one hard flick before lifting my head, her arousal smeared across my face.
“Jor, do you trust me?” I ask, and her head comes up off the bed, her eyes glazed with need. She manages a nod. “Then just be here with me, Fireball. Let me enjoy you, no matter what happens. The taste of you has the ability to make me cum in my pants, so let me eat. Please?”
She holds my gaze a moment before her head drops back to the bed, and her legs spread an inch wider, inviting me in. “Take. Take it all, Liam.”
A grin spreads across my face as I dip my head back between her legs, placing featherlike kisses to the inside of her thighs, then her pussy, my tongue flicking at her entrance. “Mmm, fuck, Fireball, my cock is so hard for you. You taste so fucking good.”
Judging by the hand in my hair, urging me to give her more, I’d say that she’s enjoying every second of it as well.
My tongue circles around her clit and she bucks hard enough that I bring one hand around to push against the bottom of her belly to hold her down while I finally put her out of her misery and flick her clit.
“Oh god,” she moans, her fingers tightening in my hair.
“Fuck, Jor. I could eat you all night,” I growl against her.
Lapping and licking, I play with the sensitive bud to her moans and whimpers, her body writhing on the bed despite me holding her down.
My cock pulses against my jeans; if I’d been smart, I would have at least unzipped the fucker, but it’s too late for that now.
He’ll have to suffer until I have her orgasm all over my face.
I know it won’t be long. She’s panting and tensing like she’s about to explode.
Bringing my other hand to her center, I coat a finger in her arousal and slowly slide it into her. It’s her undoing. Her fingers in my hair pull roughly, her other hand slamming down on the bed as her hips come off it, and a moan like I’ve never heard fills the room.
Before I have a chance to come up for air, and she has a chance to come down, there’s a deafening knock on the door.
“Jordan?” Nate calls loudly. “Jor, answer the door!”