CHAPTER TWENTY
JORDAN
It was somewhere around the fifth orgasm that I realized I was living in Heaven.
Seventh Heaven.
Heaven with Seven.
Roxie was wrong. The man did know his way around a pussy. Because he played mine like a fiddle every single night.
I couldn’t believe how often his fingers were inside of me. And on some occasions, his tongue. I went through the next few days permanently sexually satisfied yet clamoring for more, more, more. I’d never known such limb-melting, euphoria-defining pleasure. And the man wouldn’t even stick it in. Not until I screamed my consent and he was satisfied that I was fully “ready”.
Friday morning, I woke up about a half hour before my alarm. It wasn’t typical for me, but neither was sharing a bed with my bodyguard or sleeping buried in his arms, which were all part of the new norm. When I came to, I realized Seven had moved his muscular thigh between my legs, gently moving it against my pussy.
I drew a deep breath, unable to prevent the cheek-splitting smile. Shit like this was unreal. I moved my hips in the same rhythm, watching his lips curl up, too.
“You don’t waste any time,” I murmured, burying my face in his neck.
“Let’s start the day off right.” He kissed my cheek, my lips, my chin, then threw the covers back. In the shifting gray morning light, I relished the view of him. He’d stopped drawing the room-darkening curtains at night, which meant more natural light filled the bedroom, allowing me greater clarity of this Czech-and-Guatemalan god. His chiseled torso, the jaw-droppingly enormous bulge in his boxer briefs. Maybe he was right to spend so much time with his fingers inside me. There was a scientific likelihood that our parts wouldn’t fit.
Seven propped himself on his heels near the foot of the bed, tugging me toward him. I giggled as I slid effortlessly across his sheets. He clambered off the bed, knelt on the ground, and tugged me even closer. I could tell from the glint in his eye what he was going for, the way he eyed my panties ravenously. He tore them off me in a fluid movement, skipping hot kisses along my inner thigh until he found my core.
Next, he dragged his tongue over my clit, causing my whole body to spasm. He pressed little kisses down my pussy until his tongue pressed inside, swirling and searching. A jagged moan escaped me as he returned to my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth across it. Electric heat started swarming my limbs, warning me. I arched my back and pinched my eyes shut, welcoming the sensation.
“Look at me, Jordan.”
His gritty command sparked new fires inside me. I inhaled sharply, doing as he asked.
“Watch me tongue fuck you.” The smile he gave me was equal parts sexy and boyish. Then he dove in, lavishing my pussy with his fiercest yet most delicate attention. It was hard not to melt into a puddle of goo. But with eyes on him, I saw the way his right arm moved methodically, his hand obscured by the foot of the bed. His muscles flexing rhythmically. Desire sizzled through me. He was jacking off while he ate me out.
He slurped at my pussy, his head moving from side to side as he explored my depths with his tongue once more. When he came up for air, he sank his teeth into my inner thigh. My whole body jolted, and I cried out.
“Do you know what I’m doing down here?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.
“Playing with your…wood?” It was hard to form sentences, much less be cheeky.
He grunted. I could hear the wet slap of him working his cock. But I wanted to see, too. I wriggled impatiently. “Let me see.”
He sank his teeth into my inner thigh again, and this time I could tell it was a reprimand. “Not yet. I don’t want to scare you.”
“Oh come on. Is it that big?”
He smiled evilly, nodding slowly.
I squeezed my thighs around his head, needing more of his tongue anywhere he’d give it to me. Between the sounds of him jacking off, that evil smile, and the buzz of my pending orgasm inside me, I felt ready to explode.
“More. I need more.”
Seven dove in again—sucking at my clit, dragging his teeth against the needy nub, then dipping his tongue deep inside me. It was an orchestrated rhythm, one that had me writhing and mewling. I fisted the comforter on his bed, so fucking close to release. He scooped an arm around my ass, bringing me crashing into his face. His tongue assaulted my clit, sending me blasting past the point of no return. My vision went white and bright, and for a moment everything ceased to exist except this blinding pleasure.
He groaned low and guttural. “Ohhhh, fuck, Jordan.”
With my chest heaving, I saw his gaze drop to his hands. His body jerked a few times, then he looked up at me, desire clouding his dark eyes.
I couldn’t even form words. My head cocked lazily to the side.
He pressed soft kisses along my inner thigh, then gently removed my legs from over his shoulders. He repositioned my limp limbs on the bed. When he climbed onto the bed beside me, his cock was still a thick ridge pressing at his boxer briefs. He arranged himself behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
His cock pressed at the small of my back.
“I thought you got off?” I asked with a small laugh.
“I did.” He nuzzled my neck. “Still hard.”
“Probably time for me to sit on it, then.”
He chastised me with a bite to my shoulder. “I think we might be close.”
I shivered with excitement. “Right now?”
“No. We need to get up.” He propped himself up slightly, squinting at the bedside clock. “The painters are coming soon.”
“What painters?”
“They’re going to repaint my room.” He settled back against me, taking a deep inhale of my hair. “Maybe you can pick the new color.”
My mouth opened to ask why on earth he’d repaint only his room, then I remembered: I’d told him the other day the color looked like my ex’s bedroom. I clamped my mouth shut, suddenly so overwhelmed with emotion I couldn’t find words.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he added a moment later.
I cleared my throat, nodding. “I’d love to.”
I wriggled out of his tight grip and spun around to face him. Then I clutched his beautiful face in mine and kissed him harder and more deeply than I’d ever kissed anyone in my life.
Despite the mind-blowing start to my morning, it was still a double-shift day. Which meant I’d be seeing far less of Seven than I wanted. Even though he constantly lurked around the edges, I needed more than just seeing him. I needed to be on top of him. Preferably stretched around that cock he wouldn’t let me play with yet.
Despite the long-game tease, I was enjoying myself. Probably too much. It seemed too perfect, too easy. What’s the catch? This was the question on repeat in my mind. There had to be a catch, something waiting around the corner to ruin this whole thing. It couldn’t last forever; that seemed certain, though I wasn’t entirely sure why.
We took the subway to Black Brewtiful much as we did every day I worked there, but this time, there was an extra buzz in the air. We knocked hips. I even laced my fingers through his once, and he allowed it. When I teased him, he smiled. We spent so much time gazing at each other with silly grins on our faces that I wondered if maybe we both had some sort of sudden mental illness.
What’s the catch?
I needed to find out. Before we rounded the block to the coffeeshop, I stopped Seven and guided him out of the flow of the sidewalk traffic. While he was backed against the building, I pushed onto my tiptoes.
“I just need one last kiss before I go in there.”
He slipped his hand around the back of my head, offering up a tender but passionate kiss that stole my air and my balance. When we parted, that dark desire swirled in his eyes, and a different question started to circulate.
What if there’s no catch for once?
Once we entered the shop, it was business as usual. Seven retreated to a corner to do his own work, and I slipped into barista mode. It was a busy, fun morning, with a never-ending line of customers that meant I had almost no time to chat with my co-workers. I only realized my shift was ending because I spotted Seven packing up his laptop. I hadn’t even taken a lunch break.
I clocked out, met Seven outside, and let out a big cleansing breath.
“You thinking rice noodles?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I wanna hit up a Pokéstop. I need the thrill of a catch to make this day even better.”
He smirked, and we set off toward the subway station. “Okay. Where you thinking?”
“Highline. Then we can grab lunch there, too.”
He nodded, smiling down at me. “Deal.”
“Ready?” I asked him, preparing myself for the response of the day.
“I arrived in the world willing.”
We raced through pedestrian traffic to see who could reach the end of each block first. The first person to reach the bottom of the subway station steps won—it was me—and I held this over his head until the lady with a live parrot on the train distracted us.
When we got out at 14th Street, we raced the two blocks to the Highline entrance, our footsteps thudding up the metal staircase. This time, Seven won. He held his fists up in victory, and I took that opportunity to squeeze my arms around him in a hug that was both a punishment and a celebration.
We wandered like this, teasing and playful, along the public park converted from a freight rail line. I checked my phone on occasion, looking for Pokémon. Seven joined along on his phone, and watched over my shoulder as I sent out a lure and caught one of the rarer spawns.
“There we go.” I showed him my phone, displaying the latest catch. “Another one for the collection.”
“It looks like a snake dragon,” he muttered.
“Yeah. It’s cute.”
“I’m not doing a very good job at collecting them all.”
“It’ll come with time,” I told him. “Just watching you try though feels like I’ve caught the rarest one of them all. So maybe that makes me the ultimate winner.”
I relished the shy smile he offered me, my growling belly reminding me that lunchtime had come and gone. “You ready to grab a bite?”
“I was going to eat that Pokémon if you didn’t suggest lunch soon.” He stepped behind me, draping his arms around me, pressing my back against him. “You wanna hit those food kiosks over there?”
I looked in the direction he pointed out, spotting a sign for tacos. “Absolutely. Look, they have tacos.”
Seven dipped down, nuzzling me before he whispered, “I already ate a taco this morning.”
I giggled, swatting his arm. “Very funny.”
“I could go for another one, though.” He bit my earlobe gently. “Either type.”
“Well, we’re not trying to be put in jail for public cunnilingus,” I reminded him. “So let’s try the street tacos this time.”
We walked hand-in-hand toward the kiosks, sharing heated glances. At this point, I did feel ready to mount him publicly, indecency laws be damned. But getting a hold on his cock seemed to require a complex combination of consent, horniness, and some other thing I wasn’t aware of yet. Like he wasn’t going to give it up until I presented him with a notarized letter of vaginal readiness. But I had an idea about how to change that.
The little Michoacan-inspired Mexican kiosk served up some tender carnitas tacos in a double corn tortilla. We each ate two, grinning at each other as the occasional spot of salsa dribbled onto the ground. Once our bellies were full, we wandered the length of the park and then back again, hunting Pokémon and having the most normal, wholesome afternoon I’d had in, well, in my entire life.
There might not be a catch.
I’d never felt as safe or secure as I did when I was with Seven. He promised that nothing could ever hurt me when I was with him, and I believed it. And that sense of safety acted as gasoline on top of my already raging attraction to this man.
By the time we made it to Gemstones, my body crackled with electric desire. It didn’t matter that I was already five orgasms deep for the day or that I was sure to get off again once we got home. I needed him completely. Fully. It seemed the only appropriate way to cap off what was growing between us.
And I couldn’t wait another second.
I booked the VIP room for Seven before I even hit the stage that night. I spent extra time doing my hair and makeup before my performance, thanks to our extended visit to the Highline. All I could see or think about was Seven. My heart pounded for him—the corniest yet truest thing. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to survive my entire shift without getting what I needed. What we both needed.
My outfit for the shift was high-waisted garter shorts with a low-cut mesh top. Perfect for my rigorous pole routine and for looking sexy. When I hit the stage, Seven was the first thing I looked for. Spotting that muscular, boxy frame in the shadows, every bit of his attention on me, provided a high I didn’t know I could experience. Not until Seven came along.
I moved and swung and danced for him. My entire body vibrated with anticipation once my set finished. I scooped up all the tips that lay scattered on the stage and chatted with a few men who stopped me on my path to Seven. I didn’t flirt as much as I normally would, not when I had a prime directive like this one. I made it over to Seven, and the way he raked his eyes over my body sent a shiver through me.
“You’ve got the first reservation tonight,” I told him, grabbing his hand. “Shall I lead the way?”
He didn’t resist, merely fell in step with me. “I’m assuming this is another one of those mysterious clients who cancelled?”
“How did you know?” I pushed open the door of the VIP room, strutting inside confidently. Once the door clicked shut behind us, muting the bass thump of the music from the club, I wrapped my arms around his big chest. With the stripper heels, I was much closer to his lips than normal.
“I can’t fucking wait another second,” I murmured, brushing my lips against his. “Seven, please. Put me out of my misery.”
He seemed equal parts confused and amused. “Misery?”
I pushed him. He didn’t budge, but he had the good sense to back toward the couch and sit down.
“I need you,” I said succinctly, resting my hands on his shoulders as I sank on top of him. I rolled my hips in a slow, meaningful circle on top of him, already finding the bulge of his cock waiting to greet my clit. I whimpered as I felt the hot friction where I needed it most. “We have all the time we need right now. Let me sit on it.”
His big hands scorched a path up the back of my thighs, over my bare ass cheeks. He squeezed hard and then said, “And you think here is the best place to do it?”
I rubbed against him more desperately, eager to show him how serious this was. “I can’t wait anymore. Seven, please. I’m begging you.”
An evil smile tugged at his lips. “You look so fucking hot when you beg.”
My insides turned to mush. I nuzzled his neck, biting gently before I moved to his full bottom lip. I sucked at it, which morphed into deep, desperate kisses that had me grinding against him with abandon.
I was liable to orgasm—number six—from that friction alone, but I wasn’t here just to get off. I wanted to make his cock disappear, goddammit.
I ripped myself away from him, even though every cell in my body rejected the decision. Clambering off him, I undid the garter belt straps around my thighs, since I knew they might snap from the upcoming exertion. Seven watched me with a drugged look on his face. But he didn’t make a single move.
To show how serious I was, I slipped my mesh top off, exposing my breasts. His eyes went hooded.
“Come on,” I pleaded.
He wet his bottom lip, pressing the heel of his palm over the straining bulge of his pants. Then he said, “Jordan. Be real. I don’t have any condoms with me.”
In my crazed state, I hadn’t even thought of that. It had barely registered as a concern with how solid and real Seven was.
“I don’t fucking care,” I breathed out, barely above a whisper. “I’ve had an IUD in since I was seventeen. We’re safe.” Then I slipped out of my shorts, tossing them to join my top.
His throat bobbed, and he cocked his head, raking his gaze over me in a way that felt almost dangerous. Like I’d unlocked a new level.
“Come here.” He unbuckled his belt, making quick work of the zipper until slate gray boxer briefs were revealed, the ridge of his cock straining beneath. He pushed down the waistband of his underwear, finally revealing the cock I’d been fantasizing about.
Whatever I’d expected from him, the reality was ten times better. And larger. He fisted the base of his cock, waving it slightly at me, grinning with a look that said I told you so.
I’d drifted back to him, straddling him without even realizing it. My hand met hot, silky skin encasing what I then realized was the world’s hardest, largest cock. My thumb and middle finger didn’t even meet as I attempted to wrap my hand around his erection.
“Seven,” I breathed. I squeezed my fingers tighter, trying to close that gap around his monster cock. I couldn’t. He groaned softly, shifting his hips.
“You still want to do this?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Fuck yes,” I answered without hesitation. But then I paused. “You are…really big.”
“You can take it, baby.” His hands scorched up the small of my back, bringing our bodies closer together. The head of his cock probed between my legs. The scorching heat of him met the folds of my pussy, and I moaned. “I’ve been getting you ready. You can take it.”
I drew a shaky breath, propping my hands on his shoulders as I arranged myself on him. My slick core slid against his erection, the hot glide making my insides melt.
“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, cocking his head as his gaze raked up and down our bodies.
“Inside me,” I said before I could even process the question.
“Jordan—”
“I need it.” I rolled my hips in a slow circle, teasing his swollen cockhead. He grunted, fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass cheeks.
“You want me to fill you with my cum?” he asked, cracking a palm against my ass cheek. Then he squeezed hard at the stinging flesh. I nodded, pressing my forehead to his.
“Every single one of those men out there will notice.” His voice was gritty. “They’ll see my cum dripping out of your pussy, down your legs. Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine.”
I nodded harder, rocking against him, the tip of his erection dancing dangerously close to popping inside me. “That’s right. Let them see.”
He grunted again, gripping me by the waist. His dark gaze left no room for doubt. “Eyes on me.” He guided me down, his cockhead probing as my pussy sank down and claimed his cock. He eased inside me slowly, stretching me more than I expected.
I whimpered, tightening around him.
“Stay with me.” His chest heaved, but he still had control. “You can take it.”
The way he said it, reassured and so fucking dialed in, made my entire body warm and loose. He guided me down further, steering me by the hips.
His nostrils flared, but he never broke eye contact with me. “You’re doing such a good job.”
I sank lower, stretching to accommodate his girth. My entire body was alive with sensation. It felt so fucking good I thought I might pass out, and he couldn’t have had more than a few inches inside of me. I rocked my hips in a small circle, eliciting a guttural noise from him.
“This feels…like…” I could barely even form thoughts, much less make the words happen now that he was inside me. I sank lower, unsure of how much of his cock I’d swallowed inside me. It seemed never-ending.
He ran his teeth across each of my nipples in turn. “Go on.”
I let the thump of the bass from the music outside act as my muse. I wriggled my hips, claiming another inch or two of him. “Like we’re running out of space.”
He shifted his hips against me, grunting. “Found some more.”
But then I could tell we had reached the end of the line, as far as his dick filling my pussy was concerned. The sensation of him inside me was incredible; in fact, it bordered on painful, a fullness I had never experienced but knew I craved more of. My eyes fluttered shut from the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through my limbs.
“Eyes on me,” he said softly.
I forced myself to open my eyes.
“You took it so good, Jordan.” His arms squeezed around my waist, that same dangerous, dark glint in his gaze. “Now I want you to fucking ride it.”