by Faith Starr
Ah. Sheer perfection. Good enough to eat. And since I had put it out there, I couldn’t help but take myself up on the offer. I cupped her juicy flesh, her puckered nipple begging for the first bite. Who was I to resist when it was being so polite?
I teased by tugging gently on her erect flesh with my teeth. She arched her back in offering. So Ms. Turner did have a bit of a dark side even though she would never admit it.
The other one begged for attention as well. How selfish I had been to honor one and not the other.
“Mmm.”
A soft moan escaped her lips. One my dick heard loud and clear.
Her breasts were fucking delectable. I could feast on them all day.
“That feels…so good.”
It did to me as well.
“I’m glad.” I kissed my way around them. There was a lot more ground to cover, and it was time to get moving, leaving no stone unturned. “That’s my intent.”
Her perfumed lotion consumed me, or maybe that was just Jordin’s natural scent. Either way, it made its presence known and had quite an effect.
“I want to make you feel good all over.”
She let out a breathy sigh, I had reached her tight abdomen, taking the opportunity to lick her navel. Again, she moaned.
Her pelvis tilted upward, indicating exactly where her body wanted me to be. It would have to wait. I was having way too much fun to rush this. I intended to drag it out for as long as I could.
A faint trail of light hair below her belly button led me to my intended target. She was perfectly groomed, a small patch of dark hair right above her pussy. Fuck! The temptation alone was almost too difficult to resist.
Exhaling to simmer myself, I skipped over her area of longing and instead trailed a path of kisses down her leg, to her ankle, and to the bottom of her foot. She wiggled it, giggling, moving it around in my hand. I smiled. It appeared Ms. Turner was ticklish. Good to know.
A small nick from a razor got special attention on her other leg. Once I got to her knee, things got difficult. The smell of her arousal took me by surprise.
So much for taking my own sweet time. My mouth wanted to get the show on the road. I dived in between her legs, her pool of wetness so fucking refreshing it caused me to grind my cock against the bed.
Her hips bucked like a wild bull charging the matador as my tongue flicked her clit before sucking her whole. She was divine, her scent holy, her skin pure silk.
My fingers teased her opening, I continued to torment her with my mouth.
“I can’t take it… Noah…please!”
She could take it and she would.
She was so slick my fingers practically slipped inside her. Fuck, I needed my cock buried inside her, like now.
Or not. Her passage clamped down and pulsated against my fingers.
Ah, there’s my beautiful girl.
I watched the glorious expression on her face, still licking and sucking on her, allowing her to ride her orgasm out to its finish.
Her eyes slowly opened and caught mine. A shy smile formed at the corners of her mouth. I raised my brow in satisfaction for a job well-done, returning the smile. But the show wasn’t over yet. Tasting her, smelling her, and feeling her weren’t enough. It became vital for me to be balls-deep inside her. The aching in my cock was almost unbearable. She was a divinity, a goddess, her own religion that I wanted to bow down and pray to.
Where’s the condom?
I had conveniently placed it on the bed next to her. In all the excitement it must’ve moved. I smoothed out the blanket in search of it. The damn thing had traveled to the side of the bed.
She basked in post orgasmic bliss, her body limp, her hand wiping hair away from her face. While she did that, I ripped open the little packet, pulled out the latex, and suited up.
Fully sheathed, I climbed over her body, which was still hypersensitive to the touch, the slightest brush against her skin causing her to tremble and shake with aftershocks.
There was a moment of stillness, me resting on top of her, leaning on my forearms, staring into her huge brown eyes, full of longing. I could relate to the feeling.
I would’ve liked to rinse my mouth before kissing her, but there was no time for that now. She obviously didn’t mind, her tongue aggressively engaging mine without a second thought.
Slowly, I probed her entrance. She was so fucking tight. I slid my hand between our bodies to adjust my cock for better alignment.
Yes. That was it. I was right there.
Now it was essential for me to separate the needs of my cock from her needs and enter her gradually. Her body required time to adjust and acclimate itself to the intruder. I had to say, it was doing a fairly good job of it. The fact her channel was so drenched didn’t hurt matters either.
Her hands went around my neck, our kiss deepening along with my cock between her folds. Christ, it already wanted to blow.
She wrapped her legs firmly around my waist. It didn’t give me much leverage to pump in and out of her. I guess she wanted it still and deep.
“Yes, right there!” Her organs squeezed against mine. “Oh Noah! Noah, please!”
Her crying out my name and eyes shedding tears were about all I could take. I knew they weren’t from pain. It was like I’d expected, she was a bomb ready to explode. I could empathize. I too needed my own liberation but not from her holiness. Rather, from a sense of worship to her complete act of submission.
Her body rose quickly. I gorged myself on her breast while she came apart around me. She dug her nails into the blanket for dear life, her eyes squeezed shut, her chest rising and falling as though she had just run a marathon.
Her legs loosened their death grip around me, allowing me to pick up the pace again.
My hands snaked under her, cupping her ass, angling her pelvis upward so I could bury myself deeper. Now my breath too was in overdrive.
“Fuck, Jordin!” I screamed out her name, my body stilling over hers, a feeling of numbness overtaking me, pressure in my cock building to the point of no return, shooting out into the latex covering it.
Holy fucking shit.
I was ready for a nap. My head dropped down next to hers. I was out of breath, as was she, the two of us taking our own sweet time coming down from the high.
Lifting my head was a challenging feat. It felt like a ton of bricks rested on top of it. Oddly, she still had tears in her eyes, which didn’t make sense to me. I wiped them away with my thumb. “You okay?”
“Better than okay.” She smiled. Her soft glow and beads of perspiration confirming that point.
“I’m glad. I am too.” I faintly kissed her lips.
“Mr. Dorian, you’re big trouble.”
“As are you, baby.” I climbed off her and dragged my tired ass to the bathroom so I could dispose of the condom and rinse my mouth, the taste of her still intoxicating me. Wow. That was certainly one for the memory banks.
27
Jordin
He took my breath away. It was insane.
He walked into my bathroom to wash up. While he was in there he offered me a bath. Who was I to decline such a request from that perfect specimen of a man? The type of man a woman only fantasized about having in her bed, and yet, I did have him. And even better, it wasn’t a fantasy. That fine man had been in my bed and had also made me feel things I’d never before felt. The same man who was now calling for me to join him in the bathtub.
He sat down and helped me in, leaving me what little space there was left in between his legs.
“Guess it’s not meant for two.” I was actually glad. It meant I had to sit closer to him.
“It just lets me be closer to you. It’s perfect.”
Great minds think alike.
I let out a breath and smiled.
“This is nice.” I rested my head against his strong chest. He soaped me up with my floral-scented body wash. If this was what heaven felt like, I was ready for it.
“My aunt and uncle ar
e having a cocktail party next weekend. I would like you to come with me.”
For a moment I almost stopped breathing. “What?”
His hands stopped moving too. “My uncle’s semi-retiring, and my aunt will find any excuse she can to throw a cocktail party.”
“I would love to, Noah.” I didn’t even have to give it another thought. He was taking me home to meet his family? All my fears and insecurities about him playing mind games with me took a hike, the little angel on my shoulder now flapping her wings with glee.
“Good. I’m glad.” He resumed soaping me.
“Is it dressy, informal? What should I wear?” The bubbles in front of me begged to be played with. I swirled them around. My thoughts did the same thing inside my head, moving in a million different directions.
“A cocktail dress will be fine.”
Cock? Oh dear Lord. And now he plucked at my nipples. Brain malfunction! My body was already up for another round.
“Okay. I must have one somewhere in my closet. I could always borrow one from Casey, although she is a lot smaller than me.”
He removed his hands. Conscious thought could now resume.
“I would be more than happy to provide you with a dress to wear. You don’t need to borrow one from a friend.”
His scruffy face tickled my neck as he shook his head behind me, causing mine to slightly move with it.
“Is there something you’re keeping from me, Mr. Dorian?” I teased.
“No. I don’t dress up in women’s clothing, if that’s what you’re insinuating.” I loved his sweet smile against the back of my head. He kissed the top of it. “I want you to feel confident and look like your beautiful self. I’ll send a dress your way.”
“Do you keep them on hand for these types of dates?” The jealousy meter inside me rapidly rose. There was no way in hell I was going to wear another woman’s dress, especially if Noah had dated her.
“What’s with the bitterness? If you would rather us go together to pick out a dress, we could do that instead. I know how busy you are and thought sending you one would be easier and more convenient.”
Was he kidding me? Maybe I had water in my ears. I stuck my fingers in them to make sure I had heard correctly. Both were dry. Guess I had heard correctly. “You’re offering to take me shopping for a dress?”
“Yes. It seems you need one, and I would like to provide you with one.”
“I can buy my own dress, you know?” It was awfully kind of him to offer, but it didn’t feel right for me to accept such a generous gesture so soon.
“Jordin, we just had a discussion about your student loans. It’s no sweat off my back to buy you one. Consider it an exchange.”
“An exchange?”
“Yes. You’ll feel like a princess, and I’ll feel happy having you on my arm.”
His comment deserved another smile. I took his hands in mine and played with them.
“So now I’m arm candy?”
“You’re not just arm candy, baby, you’re pure sugar from head to toe.”
He kissed my head again. I didn’t know how he did it. He always knew the right things to say at the right time. He was almost too good to be true.
“So do we have a shopping date?”
“I’ve never had a man take me shopping for clothes before.” Only my father way back when. But that didn’t count.
“Consider it another first.”
“Thank you, Noah. I really mean it.” I leaned my head back in offering, and he kissed me.
“Do I sense a but in there somewhere?”
“It just feels a little weird for you to buy me the gift of a dress.” I wanted him to know I didn’t feel comfortable about it.
“I’ll spoil you all I want. You don’t have a say in the matter. If I want to buy you a dress for the party, I’ll do so.”
“See, I knew you were trouble.” I squeezed his hands and wrapped them around me. He of course had to take control and caressed my arms.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. This is only the beginning.”
Oh boy. Noah wasn’t trouble. My heart was. He was already deep inside it.
“May I ask you a question? It’s completely off topic.”
“Sure. Ask away.” He spoke in a relaxed manner.
“You always talk about your brothers and now your aunt and uncle. Where do your parents live?” I wanted to know any and everything he would tell me about himself.
“My parents passed away when I was young.”
Oh. I pouted and took back the control, caressing his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“There’s no need to apologize. My aunt and uncle pretty much raised me from the time I was a boy. Mitch and Derek are actually my cousins, but since we grew up together under the same roof, we consider one another brothers. And therefore, that’s how we refer to each other.”
They weren’t real brothers? There was definitely more to the story than he told me. I didn’t know what it was, but I could feel it. I wouldn’t push. Hopefully, with time, he would open up more about his family.
28
Noah
Jordin agreed to meet me for lunch in the middle of the week. I told her we would go to some dress shops afterward so she could purchase a dress of her choosing for the cocktail party.
My aunt and uncle were already hounding me about her, wanting to know every detail about her life.
Derek was bringing Syd, and Mitch was bringing Darla, the pain in the ass who was dragging him down. He needed to dump that weight.
The only woman I had ever brought home was Abby, and neither my aunt nor uncle liked her. The bottom line was that they didn’t feel any woman was good enough for me and my brothers, except Syd. A real shame, if they only knew what she was really like. The only reason they accepted her was because they’d known her since she was a kid and knew her parents well.
As for Jordin, I was skeptical about subjecting her to their inquisition, but she was strong. I knew she was more than capable of holding her own, and I also knew they would like her, just like I did.
“What exactly is the look I’m supposed to be going for this weekend?”
We strolled along the strip offering upscale boutiques.
“Like I told you, cocktail attire will be fine. Come. Let’s go in this place.” The dresses on the mannequins in the window looked simple but stylish. I opened the door, allowing Jordin to enter first. I gave her free rein to browse. Spotting a chair, I sat and checked e-mails on my phone.
“Noah, these dresses cost a fortune.”
Bending over me like she was and giving me a peep show into her shirt was going to cost a lot more. Fuck.
“Don’t bother with the cost. I want you to pick out something you like. If you don’t see anything that catches your eye, we’ll try a different store.”
She shook her head. “I can’t let you spend this much money on a dress for me. It’s outrageous.”
“Actually, you wearing one of these dresses will look outrageous. Now go pick some out and try them on for me.” I slapped her ass. She grabbed my hand and looked around to make sure nobody had seen my illicit act, her cheeks turning pink even though we didn’t have an audience.
“You want a fashion show?” She was wide-eyed in disbelief.
“Or you can surprise me when I come to pick you up for the party. The problem I foresee is that if I see you in a sexy dress right now, I might just have to act on impulse, and I don’t think the store clerk would appreciate me fucking your luscious body in a dressing room very much.”
“You’re crazy.” She kissed my cheek, pink filling hers again.
“That body of yours bending over me right now and giving me an unobstructed view inside your shirt is making me crazy. Now go find a dress. I can’t concentrate with you standing so close to me.” I swatted her ass again and shooed her off. She giggled and left for the racks.
Every few minutes, I diverted my attention away from my phone to check on her.
Damn. I had never been jealous of a dressing room, but there was a first time for everything. How I would like to be a fly on the wall where she changed.
She exited with what I assumed to be the winner. Too bad she wasn’t wearing it. Guess I would have to wait for the grand reveal.
Rising from the chair, I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I went to her. She actually carried two dresses. “Did you find something you like?”
“I found two, but one is more expensive than the other. I really don’t feel right about accepting a gift that costs this much money, Noah.” Her brow creased in doubt. There was no need.
“If price wasn’t an issue, which dress would you choose?”
She held up both, considering them, trying to decide.
“Are you ready to check out?” The clerk approached, probably in search of a nice commission.
“We’ll take both dresses.”
“Noah!” Jordin scolded.
“If you like them both, then I’m certain I will as well. Trust me, wearing them is for my benefit as much as it is for yours.” I kissed her lips and took the garments from her hands, not giving her a chance to pull them away. Of course the saleswoman took them graciously and smiled behind the check-out counter.
After signing the electronic pad and getting the receipt, we exited the store. A thought quickly occurred to me, causing me to pause. “What about shoes? Do you have shoes to wear with either one of these dresses?” The ones wrapped in a plastic bag I currently held over my forearm.
“I’m sure I must have something in my closet I could wear.” Her reassurance was anything but.
“That’s not good enough. Come. We’re going to purchase shoes as well.”
She put her hand on my forearm and stopped me. “I think you’ve already done enough for me today. I appreciate it. But, it’s enough.”
“It’s never enough. I want you to walk into the party feeling like the beautiful woman you are. Now, come on. There must be a shoe store around here somewhere.” I removed her hand and clasped it in mine, encouraging her to walk with me until we found a shoe store.