Chapter 53 Jordan
jordan
The way her mouth feels around me is unbelievable.
I didn’t think anything could feel better than the first time she did this—in the Mile-High city, no less—but somehow it does.
Never in my life have I felt so wanted, needed, and ready to do whatever she says.
Except tonight, I’m the one in control. My skin buzzes in anticipation.
Kenni has helped me overcome so many fears.
And I’m conquering another one tonight—I’m the one doing the talking.
I’m the one telling her what I like. Not to mention the fact that she’s doing all this in her pilot uniform with that sexy as fuck scarf tied around her neck.
The fact that I’m the one telling someone in uniform what to do is turning me on even more.
It’s taking me out of my comfort zone. It’s scary, but there’s no one else I’d rather walk this path with than her.
The way her tongue rolls around the ridges of my cock has my skin prickling with every stroke. The warmth of her breath makes my dick flinch in her mouth. She’s got one hand wrapped around my shaft, twisting and turning as she slides me in and out over and over again.
“Fuck, that feels so good. You feel so good. You’re incredible.”
Her eyes smile up at me, her gaze meeting mine.
With something as simple as a blink, she’s encouraging me.
Telling me to keep going. Reminding me I can do this.
Knowing that she gave me the strength to do this.
She reaches a hand down to cup my balls, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure.
The warm sensation deep in my abdomen is building so fast. Her every move, every glance, spreads fire outside the bounds of what I thought I could do.
“Kenni…fuck…I’m not going to last long. That feels…goddammit, you know what you’re doing.”
“Hey,” she says hoarsely as she pulls back, rubbing her hands up and down the sides of my legs. “As long as it feels good, it doesn’t matter how long it lasts. Now, tell me where you want to finish, pretty-boy.”
Holy fucking fuckballs…I was not anticipating this question. My stomach twists as my cock twitches at the possibilities.
“Umm…could I—”
Her nails dig into my thighs. “No thinking. No asking. There is no right or wrong answer here. You tell me, with authority, where you want to come.” Her eyes search mine. “Do you need to use your safe word—”
“I want to come on your face.” The words fall from my mouth without even thinking. Apparently, that’s what I want. I bite my cheek, my dick pulsing in agreement.
Her brows raise as she gives me a wicked smile. “Interesting choice,” she says, and my panic hits my gut. But, as usual, she finds a way to calm me down. “That’s what I would have picked, too. Tell me when you’re close.”
She places her mouth around my cock again, licking and sucking and twisting in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Every nerve in my body responds—this is going to end before it begins.
I don’t even care. She feels so good. And she’s so beautiful.
And she’s so perfect. A fuse lights low in my body, every muscle tensing, building and building until I can’t hold back anymore.
I don’t want to hold back anymore.
“Fuck…Kenni…I’m…oh fuck I’m gonna come…”
I pull back as I explode, grabbing ahold of my dick, my hips thrusting forward as my release drips down her face. Fuck. Seeing her like this is sexy as hell. My knees go weak seeing her lips, beautifully swollen, her face glistening with my release.
“Jordan. That was…shit, that was hot,” she says as she stands up. “Let me just go clean—”
“No! Stay there,” I say, racing to grab a washcloth. As I return, I gently run the damp fabric over her delicate skin, her beauty somehow magnified in the soft glow of the dim apartment lights.
“I’m so proud of you, JJ,” she says as I finish. “I’m proud of what you and your team did tonight. Proud of what you did here tonight for yourself. And most of all,” —she leans up to press her lips against mine— “I’m so proud to be standing by your side through all of this.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, my heart ready to explode. I want to blurt out how I feel. Those three words would change everything. But she thinks we’re friends. And I love that. I’ve always wanted to be best friends with my wife.
I swear to all things hockey, I will make this woman my wife.
“There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side, Kenni. You’re everything to me.” I pull her in for another kiss, suddenly realizing I’m completely naked while she’s completely clothed. “Is it okay…no wait; I’m in charge still, right?”
“Yes,” she snorts. “You like being in charge, pretty-boy?”
“I’d like it a lot better if your clothes were on the floor.
” I reach forward, unbuttoning her shirt inch by inch, each little piece of plastic a gateway to what’s underneath.
I slide my hands inside, pushing the fabric from her shoulders and letting it fall.
Kennedy slowly reaches up to take her scarf off, her eyes dancing with an emotion I can hardly believe.
“No,” I say, gently grasping her hand. “The scarf stays on.”
She blinks. “I like this side of you.”
“I’ve been dreaming of you in nothing but that scarf for months now, and now that I’ve been granted my wish, I’m not letting this opportunity pass me by.”
She lays her palm over my racing heart. “What else have you been dreaming about?”
I reach around behind her, unclasping her bra, slowly dragging it down her shoulders, exposing her chest to me. “This. You. Us.”
A blinding smile lights up her face. “Is it living up to your expectations?”
“Better than I ever imagined. This is fucking perfect, Kenni.” I pull her close, kissing her with the same energy I have skating down the ice.
Getting lost in everything that is Kennedy Kramer, I palm her cheek with one hand, running my other across her tits.
Goddammit, this woman. Not breaking our kiss, I reach down and undo her belt, her pants, sliding them both down.
I need more. More of her body against mine. More of her skin on mine. More of her.
I need to be naked beside her.
“I need to taste you again. I have been starving for your pussy all day, and I need it. Now. Let’s go to bed.”