33. Jordan
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jordan
I sat back on the sofa, trying to act cool.
Trying, being the key word.
My knee was bouncing like I was about to play Centre Court again, not watch my girl walk out of a hotel bedroom in lingerie I’d bought with more hope than confidence.
I’d taken a gamble—pale, blue lace, her favourite colour. Soft, delicate, just a bit daring. Feminine, but not over the top. I wanted her to feel beautiful, not like she was pandering to my fantasy. I wanted her to know how I saw her: stunning, sexy, already everything to me.
My heart was hammering. Not just because I was desperate to see her tits, but because she was here. Finally. After almost two weeks of voice notes, and FaceTime kisses, and going to bed with my cock in my hand, and her voice in my head…she was finally fucking here.
I’d counted the hours. Dodged unwanted attention at the L.A. parties I’d ducked out of early to call her. Brushed off every flirty conversation, every wandering eye. I didn’t care. She was all I wanted. All I could think about.
Then I heard her shy voice, and saw her.
Fuck. My girl stood there like she’d been made for me and no one else. All that soft, impossible beauty wrapped in lace I’d picked out, but it was her wearing it that ruined me. Not the cut, not the colour. Her. The way her eyes caught mine like I was the only man in the world worth looking at.
My breath caught in my throat. She looked…
Jesus Christ. That body, those legs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts framed perfectly in sheer lace.
Her hair all wild around her shoulders. Her eyes locked on mine like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Fuck, this was all mine. Nobody else got to see her like this.
“I knew you were going to look good in that,” I said, my voice already hoarse, “but I didn’t realise you were going to look like an actual Victoria’s Secret model.”
She laughed, that flirty, knowing laugh I’d been aching for all week. She walked towards me slow, her hips swaying, teasing with confidence. Then she climbed onto my lap like she’d done it a hundred times, straddling me, her bare thighs warm against mine, her scent sinking into my skin.
I let out a low groan as my hands landed on her waist, gripping like I didn’t trust myself to let go. My cock was already aching beneath my shorts, pressing hard against the fabric and her heat.
“Miss me?” she asked in a faux innocent voice, rolling her hips just enough to make me gasp.
“Jesus, Katie…” I gritted out. “That’s a cruel question.”
She smirked, she kissed me with a slow, aching hunger, like she’d been waiting weeks for this. She had me exactly where she wanted me.
Her mouth tasted just as sweet as I remembered. Her hands slid up my chest, into my hair. My tongue tangled with hers. Showing her exactly how hungry I was for her. “Take this off,” I muttered, tugging at the lace between us.
“I just put it on,” she complained against my lips.
“Then leave it on,” I growled, standing with her wrapped around me. “But I’m not stopping until you forget every second we spent apart.”
She moaned as I carried her into the bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed like she was something breakable.
Not because she was delicate, but because I was in awe of her.
I worshipped her. And I’d fight like hell to keep her here.
No one else would ever touch her like this.
No one else would ever know the way she came apart for me.
My mouth traced her collarbone, down the swell of her breasts, over the soft curve of her ribs.
She tasted like everything I remembered, warmth, and something entirely her.
My hand slipped between her thighs, and Christ, she was drenched already.
I pressed against her through the lace, slow at first, with teasing circles that had her hips rolling up to meet me.
When I finally slipped a finger inside, her whole body jolted like the pleasure shocked her.
“Jordan…” she gasped, her knuckles white where she gripped the sheets. “Please—”
I kissed her hard, swallowing the sound, moving my hand in rhythm while my thumb dragged deliberate strokes over her clit.
She broke the kiss to gasp, head tipping back into the pillow, and I couldn’t stop myself from murmuring filth into her parted mouth.
“Fuck, Katie…I dreamt about this. Ten days without your perfect pussy, and I nearly lost my mind.”
Her eyes fluttered, lashes wet, lips trembling with a whimper that sounded like pure surrender. “Don’t stop…don’t you dare stop.”
I curled my fingers just right, felt her tighten, felt her chasing her pleasure. Nothing compared to watching this woman come apart for me. And when she came, it was my name on her lips.
She took a moment to catch her breath, when she did she gently placed her hands on my shoulder and pushed me back slowly against the headboard.
She brought her lips to mine, teasing my bottom lip with her teeth.
She swung her legs over so that she was straddling me again, and unhooked her bra with one hand reached behind her.
She slipped the straps off slowly, her full breasts falling from the release.
“I’ve had ten days to plan my revenge, Jordan,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, pressing her blushed nipples into my eyeline.
Fuck. The way she said my name when she was turned on, like it belonged to her. Like I belonged to her.
“Every time you called me with no shirt on, every filthy text you sent, knowing I’d be touching myself.”
My cock twitched hard, and I swear every ounce of blood in my body shot straight to it. Jesus. She’d been thinking about me like that, needing me, getting herself off to me.
I couldn’t even breathe.
Her fingers slid under my T-shirt, tugged it over my head, and tossed it aside. Then she dragged my shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion, and wrapped her hand around my cock that was so hard I could barely think straight.
“Fucking hell, Katie…”
She didn’t stop.
She dipped her head between my legs, hers still wide open over me. She licked a slow line up my shaft, her tongue teasing the head before taking me into her mouth. Fuck, that mouth of hers.
My hips jolted. She pressed a hand to my thigh, holding me down as she took me deeper into her throat. She sucked hard and slow, then faster, gagging just enough to make me lose my damn mind.
“You’re not even trying to survive this, are you?” I choked out, my hand fisting in her hair.
She smirked around me. Christ, she looked deadly as sin like that, licking the bead of precum that had formed.
I had to pull her off before I came down her throat, though fuck me, I’d make her take every drop later. Right now, I needed to come inside her.
“If you keep that up,” I growled, my voice rough with everything I wasn’t saying, “this is gonna be over before I even get to fuck you.”
As she climbed back up me, I slid off the lace thong I’d paid for, dragged my cock through her slick pussy, and held myself right there at her entrance.
“Then shut up,” she whispered, “and let me ride you like I own you.”
Fucking hell.
She sank down onto me with one slow, devastating grind, and I swear to God I blacked out at the feeling of her wrapped around me. She was so tight, so warm, her body gripping mine like she’d been made for me, and me only.
“Katie…” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“Already have,” she whispered.
She started moving in slow, deep strokes that had me gritting my teeth and moaning into her throat. She rode me like she wanted to break me, and Jesus did I want her to.
Her hips rolled, her breasts bounced, her lips parted with every thrust. I kissed her neck, her mouth, her shoulder. I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t hold still.
My hands gripped her thighs as I drove up into her, hard, taking over control.
She gasped, head thrown back, nails raking down my chest.
“Show me how much you missed me,” she breathed.
So I did.
I flipped her onto her back like I couldn’t wait another fucking second. Her eyes were wide, lips swollen, hair spread across the pillow like something out of a fever dream. Mine.
“Keep looking at me like that,” I rasped, lining myself up again, “and I’m gonna ruin you for any other man.”
“Do it,” she whispered with a dangerous look on her face.
I drove into her deep and hard, my hips slamming into hers, forcing a sharp cry from her throat. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back like she needed to feel every inch of me.
“Fuck, Jordan…” she gasped, arching beneath me, her full tits bouncing with every thrust.
I gripped her hips, giving her everything. I was relentless. My cock stretched her, filled her, hit that spot that made her eyes roll back.
The sound of our bodies, skin slapping, her soaked pussy sucking me back in every time I pulled out, it was obscene and fucking perfect. I couldn’t stop groaning. Couldn’t stop kissing her, staking my claim.
“Jesus, Katie,” I growled into her throat, “you feel so fucking good…I’ve thought about this every single night.”
She was panting, breathless beneath me. Clinging to my shoulders like she couldn’t take it, but didn’t want me to stop.
“Say it,” I demanded, dragging my cock almost all the way out, holding it there until her nails bit into my back. “Tell me how much you missed it.”
“I missed it,” she gasped. “Missed you. I need you.”
Christ. She didn’t know. She didn’t know I’d been walking around for weeks half-alive without her. That every kiss, every thrust right now was me begging her to stay, to never make me go without her again.
I slammed back into her, making her sob out a moan.
“Good girl,” I grunted.
She was so close. I could feel it the way her pussy clenched tighter around me, how her thighs trembled. I reached down, found her clit with my thumb, and rubbed circles, fast and filthy.
“Come again for me, baby,” I panted. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
And fuck, she did.
She came hard, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open on a silent scream as she shattered beneath me. Her whole body tensed, pulsing around me so tight I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I cursed, shoved in deep, and came inside her with a low, ragged groan. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled her until it spilled out around my cock.
I collapsed over her, still deep inside her, both of us slick with sweat, her pussy still fluttering around me like she didn’t want to let me go.
I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in, my chest heaving against hers. “Holy fuck,” I rasped, brushing my mouth over hers. “We’re not even close to done, Katie. Not tonight. Not after all this time without you.”
Her lips curved against mine, but I could still feel her heartbeat pounding under my palm. Mine was the same. Like we’d both just remembered how dangerous it was to want someone this much.