Chapter 4 #2
There’s a choice for me to make. I could try to convince her otherwise, which I full on want to do.
But I realize this isn’t about me. This is about making her as comfortable as possible and getting her out of her head.
Because right now that’s where she’s living, and it’s the last place I want her.
For her own well-being, and selfishly for mine.
Bending to touch my forehead to her temple, I grip her hips in my hands, giving them each a tight squeeze. “Good girl,” I murmur to her. “Now tell me how to get you off. Tell me what you want, Jor.”
Slowly, her head turns, and I lift mine just enough to meet her stare. There’s hesitation and uncertainty in her crystal blues. She has no idea what to tell me.
That’s okay. I can work with that. She’s done the hard part. If she can do that once, she can do it again. We’ll work on her being vocal about what she does like next time, and for now, I’ll let her body do the talking.
Running my fingers along the crease at her thigh, I slide towards her center, feeling the heat and wetness she has for me. With more care than I’m used to, I slip a finger inside of her, carefully watching her face. Her eyes close as I push deeper, a muted moan falling from her lips.
I hate that she’s holding herself back.
“Fuck, Jor. Fuck, you feel so good. You feel that? You feel my finger fucking you?” I growl into her ear before sliding my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. “This tight fucking pussy.”
“Liam,” she whimpers my name, and the sound has me smiling against her skin. It’s full of the same need that she had before I put my face between her legs.
Working my finger in and out of her at a slow, leisurely pace, letting her adjust to it, I cup her breast with my free hand. I should have gotten rid of the fucking dress earlier, but I was too eager to get to the promised land. My mistake. Next time…
“Can you handle another?” I question, and without giving her a chance to think about it, I push a second finger into her pussy along with the first. “Oh fuck,” I moan against her ear. “That’s my girl. I knew you could take it.”
Jordan presses down against my hand, my name on her lips again.
Tilting my head back to watch her face, my dick throbs at the pleasure there.
As quickly as she went into her head, she’s back out, consumed with the pleasure my fingers are giving her, looking for more as she grinds against the heel of my hand.
I know what she’s seeking, and I’m more than happy to oblige her.
“That’s it, Jor,” I groan, my other hand coming to her center. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I roll it around the sensitive nub, my fingers working a steady, rhythmic motion in and out of her. “Fucking perfect. So fucking perfect, Jordan. Use me, Fireball.”
My words send her over the edge. Her hands slap against the wall, her head thrown back as her hips thrust forward, riding my fingers, writhing against my hand.
My name flies from her lips in a long, strung out chorus, and I’m glad as fuck that there’s no extra friction on my cock because I’d be coming in my fucking pants, hearing her cry my name like that.
Who knew I’d actually like hearing my name on the lips of perfection?
I make sure she’s wrung out before removing my fingers from her.
Her body is lax against mine, besides her hands which, after the wall, found my upper arms to cling onto.
I think to hold herself up, though she needn’t worry about that.
There isn’t a chance I’d let her fall to the ground. I’m not even close to done with her.
With one hand around her waist, I lick my fingers clean of the mess she made, humming my appreciation for the taste of her, mumbling a, “fucking delicious.” It might not penetrate her brain now, but when she relives this again, something I’m certain she will, she might remember it.
And the next time I go to eat her out, she might just let me.
“You have one more minute to recover before I fuck you senseless,” I tell her, reaching around to her back with my now clean hand. Finding the zipper in her dress, I pull it down as she slowly straightens, her eyes still wild as she finds mine.
“From behind.”
My hands freeze in motion. I’m certain my lungs don’t recall how to pull air in or expel it.
My heart? Fucking stops. The only thing moving is my fucking dick as it twitches hard, aching to be pulled free from the confines of my jeans.
I didn’t even have to ask how she wanted it.
She just offered it to me in a voice radiating confidence and certainty.
Like she knew I’d ask.
The zipper on her dress isn’t all the way down, but she puts her hands to her hips and manages to wiggle free of it, the fabric dropping to the ground.
Fuck me. My eyes drop down to the sight before me.
There’s no bra to get rid of, and her thong is wrapped around her ankles.
She’s bare to me and it’s fucking glorious.
Hands down the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.
“Liam,” she commands my attention with a sensual but firm voice, forcing my eyes back to hers. Her lashes flutter as she peers up at me through them. “It’s my favorite.”
Stepping out of her thong, she strides away from her spot against the wall, walking deeper into my hotel room with a sway in her hips.
I’m helpless to do anything but watch this brunette beauty walk through my space, bypassing the bed completely.
Gone is the insecure, timid thing that felt embarrassed speaking her mind.
In her place is the vixen I’ve met more than once tonight.
She doesn’t stop until she reaches the desk situated beside the bed, in front of a floor to ceiling mirror that takes up the entire wall. With a look over her shoulder, she flashes me a coy smile then proceeds to bend at the waist, sticking her perfect ass in the air for the taking.
“Please Liam?”
As much as I hate to look away from the sight before me, I glance towards the ceiling, taking a deep breath.
She listens so well, but she’s also proving to be a fast learner.
She may not have been able to tell me what she needed to get off, but she’s telling me what she wants now, and I’d be a fool to refuse.
Besides, her favorite just happens to be one of my own.