Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  Jordan then pulled back and placing her face close to Riley’s let her tongue glide up the cheek licking up the tears drops as they fell. First on one side, and then the other. Then she finished it off with another kiss.

  Jordan began to move into position, placing her left leg beneath Riley’s right leg and her right leg over top of Riley’s left leg, their groins so close together. Then Jordan moved closer, pressing their wet, tight gash’s together and began to rock her hips.

  “Ohhh!” Riley moaned.

  She was not quite sure what was going to happen, but the moment that Jordan started moving the spasmodic rush hit her quickly as her fleshy, hard bud of bliss began to move rapidly against Jordan’s as she continued to scissor against her. She followed Jordan’s example and leaned back slightly moaning as the pleasure expanded throughout her lower region; she could feel the climax already starting to build.

  Her large globes were flapping wildly against her chest, much to Jordan’s delight as she stared at them with a viciously hungry eye, never allowing her gaze to linger from them, biting her lip. The expression of lust and total want that was consuming Jordan, evident on her face turned Riley on heavily, ratcheting the pleasure to another level as they both began to hump harder and harder, perfecting the rhythm that was perfect for both of them.

  Riley let her own gaze move down to the large, sensual mounds of flesh that resided sensually against Jordan’s chest. They were perfect, so large, fat yet firm, large pink tips that were made for sucking which sat atop beautiful silver dollar sized areolas, littered with tiny little bumps that filled Riley with temptation and need.

  “Oh, shit!” Jordan exclaimed as she leaned back all the way, her eyes rolling up in her head as Riley felt her mound quiver against her own. That was all it took to send her over the edge a second later, the two of them enjoying a mutually shared finish, their bodies writhing, their hips continuing to buck hard against one another. Riley’s heartbeat thudded loudly in her temples as she felt her head quaking with strain and pleasure, her own vision becoming temporarily blurry before she shut her eyes tightly waiting for her body to stop rocking.

  As she recovered Riley propped herself back up and moved away from Jordan slightly, looking down at the bright pink, wet, lips that glistened in the dimly lit room, like a beacon signaling her with desire. She knew what she had to do next.

  Before Jordan could even recover Riley bent down and buried her face between those sexy thighs, her mouth opening wide to engulf the wet, hairless mound of sweetness, the lips dripping with pleasure.

  The scent was incredible. It smelled like the most amazing cheese she had ever experienced. She inhaled deeply, sucking up as much of the amazing, gently scent as she could. It was like an intoxicating drug that she hoped would never leave her senses.

  But it was nothing compared to the taste as she licked up as much of that honey as she could, every drop spewing from the wet canal into her mouth, and every drop that tried to escape rolling down Jordan’s smooth, inner thighs. Riley was on the job.

  “OH SHIT!” Jordan exclaimed, totally not realizing this was about to happen and still recovering from the onslaught of fuck that she had just endured.

  Riley could not control herself. Everything that she had been aching to feel and want was right here, right now. And it was so far beyond what she had expected. She was absolutely starving with lust at that moment and her mind and body were going berserk. She sucked that tight, wet, pool of desire with everything she had, squeezing every single drop of that beautiful nectar out of Jordan’s body. Jordan’s legs were now wrapped around Riley’s head, squeezing as her hands pressed Riley’s face harder and harder into her crotch. Riley was having a bit of trouble breathing, but the light headed feeling she was starting to notice was actually intensifying the pleasure, extending downward into her own cavern of flesh. Jordan was getting wetter by the second, flooding Riley’s mouth, dripping down the sides and her chin, spilling onto her own chest and rolling even between her large globes.

  “Oh shit! That’s it, baby!” Jordan screamed. “Give it to me!”

  Riley loved to hear those cries of exquisite pleasure cheering her on, commanding her. Right then she felt like both slave and master. She was obeying Jordan’s orders, but she was also in control of her body, her pleasure. It was exhilaration like she could never have even dreamed of.

  Jordan was now humping away furiously at Riley’s face as she pressed her harder and harder into her tight slit. Riley thought for a second that she might break her nose, but there was no way that she was going to let go of this. She never thought she could get as much pleasure giving as she could receiving in the bedroom, but this was ultimate satisfaction on a whole other level and it was perfect.

  “OHH!” Jordan screamed, finishing it off with a guttural groan as her body shook with her final release of sensual pressure.

  The floodgates that opened up into Riley’s open mouth right then were almost too much, gushing down her tired throat almost choking her. She remained calm and in the moment, and kept herself together to fight the gagging in her throat.

  She was in control here.

  Her tongue continued to lick the nub, her mouth sucking it as the juices rolled down her chin now. She kept switching between suckling the hard, fleshy button and moving her mouth down to the sheath to catch the flood of sweet nectar rolling outwards, her tongue shoving up inside and parting the tight lips.

  Jordan’s body stopped quivering finally and leaned backwards as Riley moved into position beside her, wrapping her arms around her.

  “Wow, that was interesting…” Riley said as they both began to laugh.

  Interesting was not even the right word; perfect. That’s exactly what it was.

  CHAPTER 7

  The scene was perfect. Jordan rushing out of the car and running up towards her family’s front door as it flew open. Her mother and father running out onto the porch to wrap their daughter up in their arms for the first time in years. The tears were flowing and for that moment all the pain they’d been holding onto for years simply vanished and was replaced by their unconditional loved.

  Riley and Jordan had flown back to Oklahoma, taking a red eye and arriving in Oklahoma City early that morning. As soon as they landed Riley had the wonderful task of telling Jordan’s parents the whole story on the phone. Her ears were still ringing from the shriek of pure delight that gushed from Jordan’s mother, Betsy’s lips as she heard the news. Her father Harold was equally ecstatic.

  It was a beautiful scene and it warmed Riley’s heart to know that she had been instrumental in bringing this family back together.

  Before leaving Riley had been in touch with her forensics team and talked to a handwriting expert to run the sample from the note that had been thrown through the window of the restaurant. Riley snapped a pic and texted it to them. When she and Jordan landed she saw the reply that it did not match any handwriting samples that they had in the database.

  Jordan told her family all about what happened and why she had to take off and go into hiding. They seemed to understand that she felt she had no other choice to protect them.

  “I know I should have just told you and gone to the police, but I was just afraid that they wouldn’t be able to protect you. And it would have been all my fault,” Jordan said with tears running down her eyes.

  “Oh, honey. It’s ok now. You are home. You are home baby,” Betsy said as she hugged and kissed her daughter. Riley didn’t think she’d ever let her go again. And who could blame her; their daughter was an amazing woman.

  Riley could not stop thinking about the amazing night they’d shared last night. Everything had gone perfectly. It was like the sweetest dream that she would never forget and hoped to repeat again and again, each time sweeter than the last.

  Harold had just popped the cork on the champagne bottle when it happened. He said he’d bought the bottle right before his little girl disappeared and he vowed never to open it until the day of h
er return. So now was the perfect time.

  But just as the cork popped and the bubbles rose to the top of the bottle Riley began to smell the smoke. At first it was just a slight burning smell, almost like a freshly lit match, but then it became stronger and intensified rapidly. Within twenty seconds she could see billows of thick smoke invading the house. They all started to cough uncontrollably.

  The house was on fire.

  “Get out of the house!” Riley yelled as she guided everyone out the back door away from where the flames seemed to be coming into the home.

  The fresh air felt fantastic and she could finally start to get some good breaths again, coughing the last bit of smoke out of her lungs as she jogged around to the front of the house, her revolver drawn and ready to take down anything that was necessary in her tightly gripped hand.

  She saw no one. But the lawn around the house was totally ablaze and the tree in the front of their yard almost nothing but a pile of cinders at that point as it stretched and grew up the front of the tree engulfing the top and moving forward, consuming towards the house section by section, systematic in its wild madness.

  Riley called the fire department and then she called the precinct. The fire department arrived just as the porch roof caught fire and they were able to save any further damage to the home. The family had been lucky.

  Riley groaned at the bold maneuver of this man; when she came out of the house he had been nowhere in sight. He was almost like a phantom that you could never see, a fictional human being, something mythological. But Jordan had seen him kill that girl that day.

  And Riley intended to prove it.

  CHAPTER 8

  “That’s her!” Jordan said excitedly.

  She was pointing now to a picture on the computer screen of a young woman named Leann Jergens. She was twenty-two years old found beside the lake with a gunshot to the back. She had been dating Larry Tavers when she was murdered. Tavers a career criminal had been the primary suspect, but the weapon was never found and by the time the body was found a lot of the gunshot residue and forensic evidence had been eaten by the elements. Leann had not been discovered for almost a month after her death. She’d been hidden in the nearby woods under a pile of brush.

  “Are you sure?” Riley asked.

  “Positive,” Jordan replied.

  Riley smiled. She loved this girl’s enthusiasm. They had moved her family to a safe house with an unmarked deputy watching the house twenty four hours a day, rotating shifts every eight hours. Jordan was obviously so much happier just knowing that her family was safe and she could focus on helping the police catch Larry Tavers once and for all.

  But the guy was good; being a career criminal in and out of jail since his teens he had developed a lot of street smarts and knew how to cover his tracks well. He had finally been arrested for raping a current girlfriend a few years ago, but had been under the influence of drugs and the girl got away from him after hitting him over the head with a lamp. He had been so messed up he did not remember the attempted crime and his lawyer got him a reduced sentence. So now he was free yet again to wreak havoc on any woman he chose.

  Sometimes Riley hated the system so much she wanted to scream.

  They were now staring at the photo of Larry Tavers. He was a smug looking, but not unattractive man, well built and clean cut. He looked the farthest thing from a monster, but real monsters usually did not look like monsters at all.

  Jordan’s excited demeanor switched to one of almost pure terror as that man’s face popped up on the screen. She tried to keep it together, but Riley realized that she was falling apart and escorted her outside for some fresh air.

  “That man has terrorized me for years. He destroyed years of my life with my family and destroyed me in so many ways. I just want him locked away where he can’t hurt me anymore,” Jordan said.

  Riley held her close to her. She kissed her on the lips briefly and then pulled back, remembering that anyone could be watching this and having an intimate relationship with a witness or a victim was strictly against policy. She could actually lose her badge for it, but in that moment of weakness and love for Jordan she just didn’t give a damn. This woman, whom she was falling harder in love with by the minute, was in so much pain that she was willing to do almost anything to make that pain stop.

  “We will get him,” Riley said. “You have to have faith; you are no longer in this alone.”

  Jordan wiped tears from her eyes and tried to smile.

  Oh, that beautiful smile; it melted Riley’s heart every time.

  “Come on,” Riley said. “I’ll drive you home.”

  “You are staying for dinner; I insist.”

  “I won’t say no to that invitation ever,” Riley said.

  CHAPTER 9

  Riley didn’t even see the car speeding up behind them until she felt her car careening off the side of the road.

  She was about a mile from the safe house about ten miles outside the city limits up an old country road that led to a bunch of isolated farmhouses when it happened.

  Jordan was playing with the XM radio and showing Riley some of her favorite stations. Since moving to Miami she had broadened her taste in music a lot and she was trying to educate Riley who had always been a strictly country girl to step out of her safety zone. Riley wasn’t so sure about this; she liked her Blake and her Carrie Underwood too much; nothing would ever take their place.

  Suddenly there were car lights right behind them and they were growing bigger and brighter. It was not registering in her mind that a car was upon them until she felt the jolt from behind and the car’s wheels began to skid and veer off the shoulder of the road. There was no guardrail, but luckily it was just an open field so the drop off was minimal, but nevertheless it was a bumpy ride until she finally was able to stop the car in the high grass, but at the last moment the car hit a log, a remnant of a dead tree, and flipped onto its side.

  It took her a few moments to gather her bearings and realize what happened and to evaluate the scene that they were not dead. The pain in her neck was extreme, but she did not think she was seriously injured. But she did not hear Jordan making any sounds.

  “Jordan? Are you ok?”

  After a few seconds Jordan groaned. “Oh, that hurt…”

  “Are you ok?”

  “I think so. Are you?” Jordan asked.

  “I think I’ll be alright.”

  “But not for long,” the voice beside her growled.

  Riley realized in an instant that the driver of the other car was now standing beside her driver side window, pointing a gun down at her.

  “I’d say your night just got a lot worse,” the man said again in that gruff, evil voice. He jerked the door open. “Get out. First you, and then our old friend, Jordan.”

  By the mention of Jordan’s name it confirmed what Riley already knew—Larry Tavers had run them off the road. And now he was ordering them out of the car at gunpoint.

  Riley knew that she had to play it extra safe here. She would have been fine on her own; she could protect herself well, but she had to think about Jordan. She would never forgive herself if something happened to her.

  Riley stepped out of the car and then Jordan climbed out after her. The second their feet hit the dirt outside the car he ordered their hands in the air. Then he took Riley’s guns and threw them in the field, somewhere in the darkness.

  “March,” Larry ordered them both walking behind them, a large machete in his hands. “If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’ll gut you both entrails to pigtails,” Larry said, amused by his joke.

  He marched them into the woods, each step moving them farther into darkness. Riley had no idea where they were going, but she knew that the end result was going to be their death for both of them. Riley did not know what she could do without her gun. Larry had the knife close to Jordan’s back and one move he could run her through. Riley could not allow that to happen. She had to stay focused, but she knew that her options w
ere very limited and she had no power. This might be one she would not win. And it broke her heart to know that her love, Jordan would be gone because Riley couldn’t protect her. Tears began to seep into her eyes, stinging her sockets before dripping down her face.

  She could not die without telling Jordan how she felt; she owed her that at least.

  “Jordan,” Riley said as they continued to walk. “I have to tell you something.”

  Jordan looked over at her, the tears rolling down her face now as well. Her chin was quivering as she tried to hold it together, breaking Riley’s heart.

  “I really care about you; the short time we have been together has been the most amazing couple of days I’ve ever experienced. And if we get out of this, I want to be yours and only yours. I’m tired of living in the shadows; I’ve done it for too long and now that I’ve found you I never want to let you go. I need you so much,” Riley said.

  Jordan began to cry harder as she tried to reply over her sobs. “I need you too. I’m so glad to have met you; I never thought I would find someone like you, but now that I have I never want to be without you. I want to share my life and my love with you, Riley.”

  Larry began to laugh behind them as he marched them forward. “Wow, that is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. Did you have to say that right before I kill the both of you? That is just pathetic. Go ahead and stop here.”

  Riley and Jordan stopped in unison.

  “I would ask if you had any last words, but it looks like you just had them,” Larry said.

  Riley saw her chance and made a gurgling noise in her throat as if she was choking. She fell backwards towards Larry in a dead faint.

  It worked.

  He was caught off guard as he moved to stop her from falling. He was not sure if she was fainting or attacking, but she was falling faster confusing him even more.