by Faith Starr
She shook her head in disapproval at my conspiratorial smile but wore one of her own as well.
“What?” I couldn’t help myself. She had set me up for that one.
“Do you need to go back to work tonight?”
She had me on my toes this evening. Her focus shifted gears quickly.
“My schedule’s clear. Why? What did you have in mind?” Hopefully it was her inviting me back to her apartment. I missed having my hands all over her succulent body. My dick suddenly remembered the feeling as well. It was now begging for an invite.
“I would like you to show me more of your artwork.”
Huh? Could she see our disappointment? Me and my dick, that is.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight’s as good a time as any.” She took a drink, oblivious as to how me and my dick were now feeling.
“You saw some of it at my aunt and uncle’s house. I have a studio in my apartment with more recent work. Would you like to go there and see it?” Newsflash, get her alone. It doesn’t matter where it is.
“Yes. I would like that very much. I would love to see where you get inspired.”
I’m looking at it. Could she tell?
“I get inspiration from many things.”
The only issue I had with bringing her back to my place was that I wouldn’t want her to leave. And my rule of thumb had always been that no women were permitted to sleep in my bed. That was my sacred space. If I allowed one to enter it, it meant I was in the process of getting too close and giving my heart away. Sadly, there wasn’t much left of it to give since my parents had already taken their fair share. And selfishly, I wasn’t willing to give up the rest.
“Are you sure you’re okay with it? You seem kind of off kilter since I mentioned it.” Guess she could.
“No. It’s no problem at all.” I hated to lie, but I had no choice. Hurting her again wasn’t an option. We had just resolved the Giselle issue. That was enough for one night.
“Good. Then I’m excited to see it.”
She clapped her hands with excitement, adorably I might add. That lovin’ feeling filled me again, freaking the shit out of me.
The deep breath I took while assisting her out of her chair didn’t help either. Neither did the one I took on our way out of the restaurant. Nor the one I took as I assisted her into the vehicle. And the one I took when I slid into the driver’s seat was just a waste altogether.
I prayed she wouldn’t pick up on how tense and deep in thought I was during the drive to my apartment. Music provided the perfect backdrop to keep her entertained so I could attend to my thoughts. She seemed happy enough singing along with the artists. I had to say, she had a decent set of chops.
Once at my place, I escorted her upstairs to my apartment. I didn’t have many female visitors unless it was for a fuck. But I didn’t see Jordin that way. Abby was pretty much the only woman who had spent a lot of time there. And that had been years ago. So bringing Jordin and sharing my personal interests with her was unfamiliar and uncomfortable terrain for me. I needed to keep reminding myself to keep my head above water when it came to her, because it would be very easy for me to drown in her, if I hadn’t already.
Shit. I wasn’t going to have any eyebrows left if I didn’t stop rubbing them.
She waltzed around, exploring my living room. She gleamed, making her way around the large space, finding wonder in almost everything. It was so unlike my existence to live that way. I envied her for the ability to do that.
51
Jordin
Entering his place reminded me of the last time I was there. The night we’d made love and I dashed out afterward. This time I was more aware of the decor. There was an array of beautiful artwork covering the walls.
“So am I correct to say that this magnificent exhibit continues to flow throughout the apartment?” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the piece in front of me. It was so cool. I hoped he wouldn’t mind me touching it, but I had to see for myself if there was texture to it or if it was just an illusion.
“Pretty much.”
He stood in the middle of the living room, looking somewhat shy, which I found interesting.
The next picture was just as unique. I wanted to see more. His work was extraordinary.
“Then I want the grand tour.” I spun around and practically bumped into him. “Ooh.” I jumped and grabbed my chest. He sure was a sneaky little devil.
Mmm. I missed being in his arms, the ones now around me, his warmth and strength filling a deep longing. I soon discovered I missed his lips more as they seized control of mine. He was such a good kisser too. Not sloppy or wet.
His tongue took charge yet was gentle in its dance with mine. And his lips applied the perfect amount of pressure. It was the kind of kiss that had my foot lifting off the floor and my leg bending at the knee like those glorious actresses did back in the old days.
Oh boy. I could stand here and do this with him for the rest of my life, dying with a huge smile plastered on my face.
“How about we start with the bedroom?” I was still too far gone in a daze to comprehend the question. “Jordin?”
“Yeah, sure, let’s start with the bedroom.”
So much for the tour. Again, he kissed me. This time with a bit more zeal.
Our lips remained connected, Noah walking forward, me moving backward blindly, until we reached his bedroom. The back of my legs touched the bed. I hadn’t been in his room before but was too preoccupied for a round of show-and-tell. He was the only thing on my mind.
“Sit, Jordin.” It wasn’t a request. “I want you to unzip my slacks and take me in your mouth.” His focused eye contact meant business, causing my heart to skip a beat. Noah’s alter ego wanted to play. Yay! I hated to admit that I found this side of him to be extremely hot.
Unbutton. Unzip. Pull down. I had this. They were the basics. Now it was time for the grand reveal. I was face-to-cock with his erection. The advantage being mine since it was still hidden underneath his boxers.
Ready? On the count of three, One… Two… Three…
“Hello there.” His body was so much more beautiful than his paintings.
“It doesn’t need an introduction or friendly chitchat.”
“Demanding little guy, isn’t he?” My excitement caused me to giggle. Silly me, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself either.
“It doesn’t like being called little either. Now please put me inside your mouth.”
Someone is testy. Ha-ha. I made a pun.
“Jordin.” Oops. Refocus. I brought my head forward and did as he wished. He was so thick and erect it caused my own wiring to go a bit berserk.
“Put your hands down.” He stopped them midair. I had raised them to assist my mouth in its endeavor. “I want you to use only your mouth.”
Now he had me at a disadvantage. Look ma, no hands.
Shit. I really needed to focus. He just had me feeling so giddy and full of life. It was good to feel this way again.
Down went my hands that drifted up again. I didn’t know what to do with them, so I instead concentrated my attention on giving Noah oral pleasure, becoming entranced, the feel of the ridges along the circumference rubbing against my tongue. That’s what I called texture, the salty fluid oozing out a welcomed treat. Yummy.
The soft fabric and fresh clean scent of his shirt gently brushed against my forehead, intoxicating my sense of smell. His breath picked up speed which only made me hungry for more. I could barely think straight. I actually felt drunk from having so much of him at once.
“That’s it, baby. Continue just like you’re doing.”
Ouch. He had some of my hair in his grip. I sneaked my hand in and out in two-seconds flat. He didn’t even realize I had moved his a little.
Confidence fueled me, especially since I could taste the beginning of the end.
“Put your hand down. I told you to use only your mouth.”
Humph! I had forgotten his rule.
> Using only my mouth, I continued to feast on the delicacy that was Noah Dorian, my fingers losing feeling from gripping the comforter so tightly.
Shit. I needed to breathe.
My head bobbed up and down as I gorged myself on the tip, flicking my tongue against it, licking him clean.
I ran it down his solid shaft, the lingering scent of his body wash almost as delicious as he was, only to come back up the other side and take the tip in my mouth, my tongue remaining an active participant throughout.
His fingers dug into my hair, holding my head steady. “Right there, baby.”
His grunts and deep breaths heightened my desire for him, something I didn’t think was possible. I was pretty fired up and ready to go. I wanted so badly to get my hands involved, having to remind myself several times not to. Instead, I enveloped his cock in my mouth, my tongue still teasing his sensitive tip.
“Yes!” His body tensed, he hardened in my mouth, pulsing and releasing himself into it.
Swallow it. You can’t spit it out.
Peeking up at him was as intense as his stare. I sure hoped he didn’t sense my internal dilemma.
Gulp.
Mmm, not as bad as I thought.
“Licking your lips like that is only making me want you more.”
With the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth. I then checked out the hair situation. Sweet relief. It was still intact despite being pulled so much.
Whoosh! He pushed me down on the bed, my legs dangling off the end.
One by one, he pulled off my boots.
I hope my feet don’t smell. I did shower before our date, which was always a plus.
My underwear and linen capris got tossed on the floor, my inner gymnast showing off by doing her floor routine.
Wow. Yoga was starting to pay off. I didn’t realize how flexible I’d become until he lifted my legs upright, spreading them wide.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
Glad I’d shaved too.
Before I could reply, he ravished me. His warm tongue probed me, my eyes drifting closed, my body sinking into the mattress underneath me.
And his fingers? They certainly did the walking, back and forth against my clit with featherlight strokes. My hips bucked in response. He sucked and probed me with his tongue and fingers. I was in a delirious state. I didn’t know if I could take anymore. Obviously Noah thought otherwise. He tore open a foil packet. Something bigger and more substantial probed my entrance. This man was killing me.
He wasn’t gentle this time around either. His hands dug into my ass, my pelvis slightly lifted upward.
My eyes opened, but everything was hazy. In my blurred vision I saw his strong body over mine.
He pummeled into me again and again. It was sensory overload, his thrusts filling me, my body aching for release, finding it not a moment too soon. I shook and trembled underneath him. It was a level of arousal I’d never experienced before. It was almost as if I was out of my body looking down, yet feeling all the sensations taking place throughout.
We kissed. I tasted myself on his tongue. I couldn’t breathe. It was all too much.
“Noah!” I turned my head away from his, needing a respite from this torture wreaking havoc on my body.
“Go with it, baby. Take me with you!”
“Yes! Yes!” I didn’t know who I was chanting to but assumed it was me even though I had no recollection of saying the words. They were like echoes in the distance replaying repeatedly until both of us came together in an earth-shattering orgasm that took me to the hilt one final time.
Uh, I struggled to breathe. Between the incredible sex and his body weight resting on top of me, I felt both dizzy and light-headed.
“So how do the like the bedroom?” His eyes were hazy as well.
“When my vision returns to normal, I’ll check it out.” I was still lost in postorgasmic bliss.
“I’ll take it that was good for you, then.”
My lungs sucked in every bit of oxygen they could. He rolled off me, slid off the condom, tied it in a knot, and tossed it in the small trash can next to the nightstand. He then stared up at the ceiling, his head resting on the pillow, trying to catch his own breath as well.
“Noah, that was beyond intense.” I saw his fascination with the ceiling. It looked just as good as the rest of the place, white, kind of glossy, serene. Hmm, maybe he did kill me. I certainly felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
“I told you I’d never hurt you, and I meant it.”
That brought a smile to my face. With my vision fully intact, I rolled on my side and rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady against my cheek.
He began to play with my hair, and the next thing I knew I woke up, but Noah wasn’t in the bed beside me.
52
Noah
My thoughts were scattered. I played with Jordin’s hair, her body’s gentle twitches indicating she was asleep.
Nature called so I quietly slipped out of the bed and went into the bathroom. When I came out she was still peacefully asleep, her head on my pillow, relaxed and hopefully comfortable. Feeling a bit wired, I went into the kitchen to get a drink. I sat on the couch and clicked through a few channels on the television.
A loud noise in the hallway scared the shit out of me, causing me to spill water on my lap. What the fuck?
“What’s going on out here?” Figures, Derek had a woman tucked under his arm.
“Sorry to disturb you, bro, I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” She tucked herself even farther into his side.
“Agent Watson?” I knew it. He was already fucking Miss Congeniality.
“Hi, Noah.”
No need to feel guilty, sweetheart. It was only a matter of time.
I leaned against my doorway and crossed my ankles. This was way more entertaining than the tube. “I didn’t realize the two of you had private lessons scheduled this late.”
“Fuck you. And stop laughing,” Derek admonished.
“At least you two have similar work ethics.”
Still laughing, I locked the door and resumed my position on the couch. Finally, I drifted into a deep sleep. I was lost in my dreams when the feel of warm, soft skin nested into my chest awakened me. I opened my eyes to discover Jordin snuggled against me on the sofa, her arm draped over me.
“Good morning.” She covered her mouth. There was no need. Nothing about her could change my feelings for her, not even morning breath.
“Good morning to you. When did you join me out here?” Her hair was so soft, all tousled up from sleep and sex.
“I woke up to go to the bathroom and didn’t see you. When I found you asleep out here, I joined you. I hope you don’t mind?”
Aah. I loved the feel of her small hand touching my cheek. I found myself leaning into it. “Of course I don’t mind.”
“Good. I’m sorry if I took over your bed. I didn’t mean for you to have to sleep out here on the couch.”
If she kept her knee crossed over me like that, we weren’t going to be getting off this couch any time soon.
“I slept great. It wasn’t a problem at all.”
“I’m glad. I did to. Unfortunately, I need to head out, though. I have to work at the clinic this morning.”
That fucking knee of hers inched way too close to paradise.
“Call in sick.” My cock was already on its knees begging.
“I wish I could, but I can’t. The women there rely on me to be there for them.”
“You’re a good person, Jordin.” My heart had taken back control of my body.
“Why, thank you, Mr. Dorian. You aren’t so bad yourself.”
“If you only know the truth, you’d be running in the opposite direction.”
“I tried that, but it didn’t work.”
“Witty too. Do you want to rinse off before I drive you home?”
“That all depends on if you’re going to join me or not.”
“Do you hones
tly think I could sit here knowing your luscious body is naked in my shower?”
“It’s far from luscious, but thanks for the compliment.”
I pinned her body underneath me. “Hey, I told you not to belittle yourself in front of me.”
She raised her brows in surprise at my comment. I kissed her, and her body softened underneath me. Sadly, my cock was anything but relaxed.
“And what’re you going to do if I don’t listen to you?” Her lips grazed my neck, nipping and teasing their way around it.
“I’m being serious. It infuriates me when you do that.”
Her smile disappeared, becoming a pout instead. A cute one too, lips slightly downward and sad puppy-dog eyes. Wow. She was just everything good rolled up into one person.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was such a big deal.”
“Well, it is. You’re absolutely gorgeous with a magnificent body.” And my hands took every opportunity they could to demonstrate that point. Right now being one of them.
“I’m glad you think so. You obviously see something different than I do.”
Avoiding eye contact, hmm. For such a strong person she sure had a lot of self-doubt.
“Hey, I see a beautiful woman both inside and out. Don’t you forget that.” I held her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“That’s really sweet, Noah.”
There. That was the smile I liked to see.
“It’s the truth. Why don’t you see yourself that way?”
“I’m a girl. Girls always have to find fault with themselves.”
“And here I thought you were in a profession that tried to make women feel better about themselves.”
“Are you trying to steal my thunder?” Her eyes humorously questioned me.
“Me? Never. Come. Let’s go clean that glorious body of yours. Shall we?” I maneuvered my way off the couch and pulled her up with me, holding her hand and leading her into the bathroom. I couldn’t understand how she didn’t see what I saw. But then again, I never did understand women.
“By the way, where did you find that shirt?” I hadn’t noticed before that she had on one of my favorites.