He continues to kiss me as his hands explore my body. I feel like everywhere his hands touch, my body is on fire. My body has never felt this warm. He runs his hand up my side and brushes his thumb over my right nipple. I moan into his mouth. The sensations coursing over me are intense, and I want more. Jordan pulls away from my mouth to trail kisses down my neck. I can tell that he is trying not to tickle me this time and I’m very grateful. My stupid, confused neck frustrates me.
As he continues to brush his thumb over my right nipple, he cups my left breast in his hand. I look down at my chest to see what he is doing and can see that both my nipples are in sharp points. I’m not surprised that they are sensitive to his touch. His bedroom is not cold at all, and I feel like my body is running at least a hundred degrees. The tingling sensation in my body has pooled between my legs. I can tell that I am extremely wet. I try to close my legs, but am unable to with Mr. Six Foot Five and all muscle between them.
Jordon brings his mouth over my left nipple and looks up at me. I swear I just died at that sight. My body feels like I’m about to burst. If this is what an orgasm feels like then what the hell have I been missing out on. Jordan pulls away from my nipple with a popping sound.
“Pretty girl you are very responsive to me. Fuck, I like it,” he growls those words at me as he moves on to my other nipple. His hand has now moved past my belly button as it descends between my legs. Jordan’s runs his fingers up my slit. I shudder at his touch. Instantly, he pulls from my chest and gives me this piercing look.
“Fuck me your wet. I wonder if you taste just as sweet as you are.” Jordan tells me as he sits back and spreads my legs. He runs his finger through my slit again and then rubs his thumb against my clit, I just about come off the bed at the sensation. I no longer have any control over the moans or noises that are coming out of my mouth.
He carefully slides one finger inside me and I just about cum. He’s slow with his movements in and out of me.
“Fuck pretty girl you’re so wet and tight. I can’t believe that no man has ever touched you before. Do you realize how fucking sexy you are? How unbelievably hot it is, knowing I get to be the first man to touch you?”
Huh, did he ask me a question? I can’t focus on him talking because the tingling between my legs feels too good. I feel this wonderful spark moving throughout my entire body. My eyes close involuntarily, and all I can do is feel what he’s doing to me. I feel a loss of control with what my body is wanting.
“Cara I want your eyes on me when I lick you. Come on pretty girl, open those eyes for me,” I slowly open them as I can feel his breath on my clit. “Place an extra pillow behind you. I want you to see me. Keep your eyes on me, Cara, don’t look away, or I’ll stop.” I do as I’m told and place another pillow behind me to prop my head up. I now see him perfectly as well as what he’s still doing between my legs. This whole time he has not stopped moving his finger. I know I am close to my first orgasm. An orgasm not created by myself. I can feel the tingling of a possible orgasm all over my body. My core tightens, and I feel myself become wetter.
I watch as Jordan pulls me closer to his face. It’s surreal when I see his tongue come out, and he licks my clit. He’s soft at first and then presses his tongue harder on my clit. I feel his fingers start to move faster. The in and out motion stops and he hits a spot inside me, and I just about scream his name. My back arches and I don’t know how I missed it when he added a second finger inside me. He stops long enough for my building orgasm to die down. I whimper because I was so close.
“Jordan…Oh, my…please.” I don’t know if my plea was for him to stop or keep going. He continued to rub that spot inside me as I watch him suck my clit into his mouth. My legs are shaking, and I almost can’t watch him anymore. My body is on fire and I’m so close to my orgasm that my body is screaming in agony.
“Stop fighting me Cara. I want you to cum for me, and I want you to do it now.” Jordan growls the last few words and I watch as he licks my clit. I’m so close that it would not take much more to set me off, but I can’t fully reach that peak. I think my body is fighting me on this because I’m not causing the orgasm, Jordan is. His fingers continue to pulse inside me, and I feel my body slowly start to give in. I can see him perfectly from my position, and I’m extremely captivated by his piercing blue eyes. He hasn’t stopped looking at from the moment his tongue first connected with my clit. My body warms even further. I can feel the warmth start from my toes all the way up to my face.
Jordan sucks my clit into his mouth and with a nip of his teeth I let go. “Jordan!” I scream and arch my back off the bed. I feel like someone hit me with a lightning bolt. The waves of pleasure pulse through my lady parts and my entire body. He slows down the movement of his finger as I ride out my orgasm. If this is what it feels like to orgasm from foreplay with him, then I’m in complete trouble when and if we actually have sex.
“Fuck me, pretty girl! You have no idea what watching you orgasm did to me. You’re fucking sexy to watch,” he smiles at me, and I can see my juices on his face and it makes me blush. Oh my God! I can’t believe what just happened. I know I should do something to help with his throbbing erection that I can plainly see.
I sit up and reach for his dick. I want to touch him and return what he has done to me. “Oh no, pretty girl,” I look up at him with shock. What? He doesn’t want me to touch him? “Not yet, but soon, all I wanted to do was please you. This was all about you and I want to keep it that way,” he leans in and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, and the taste isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I find the kiss to be very erotic and extremely intimate.
“I guess I can’t argue with you on this.” I tilt my head to the side and smile.
“No, pretty girl, you can’t. You will get to touch my cock once you are healed, and once I know you’re fully mine.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I keep my body still when I finally wake up. I don’t want to move because I can feel Jordan’s fingers lightly running up and down my spine. I try for a few seconds to collect my thoughts on what has happened. The touches and caressing, the things he did with his mouth between my legs were amazing. I can’t help but want, no, crave more of him.
The reality is I know at the moment we were both vulnerable. We both needed a release of some kind. In the end, all that will come of this is the reality I face. No one ever stays. I don’t want to say what happened was just a moment, but that is all there will ever be, just moments.
I let out a sigh signaling Jordan that I’m awake.
“Good morning pretty girl. We should probably get up.” I hear Jordan whisper close to my ear. I don’t want to get up. I want to pretend that for once I get to keep my happy. I fail miserably when a lonely tear runs down my cheek.
Jordan must have heard the change in my breathing and rolled me over towards him. “Cara, you want to tell me why you’re crying?” I carefully open my eyes to look at him. He is watching me with this half smile. Jordan reaches over to brush some loose hairs from around my face. “There you are pretty girl, talk to me.”
I let out a loud puff of air. “I’m thinking how happy I am and how I normally don’t get to keep the feeling. Then I was thinking about what happened during the night. I…” I stop talking because I don’t know what to say. I feel my face warm, and look away from Jordan. I feel his movements on the bed and before I can comprehend what to do Jordan has rolled me on my back and is on top of me.
I feel him nudge my knees apart, and I open my legs. I sense the closeness of his dick to the area between my legs and as much as my body wants to go there. I don’t think I’m emotionally ready. Plus my arm is starting to hurt.
“Are you bothered by what happened between us?” Jordan says softly. I suck in a deep breath through my nose and can’t help but be drawn into his blue eyes. This morning they’re brighter than normal. All I want to do is get lost in his eyes.
“No, I liked what we…you did.” I pause afraid to sa
y what I want to say next. “I think I liked everything too much.”
Jordan smiles, and I catch what looks like a twinkle in his eyes. He leans forward rubbing his dick against my clit very lightly and places a kiss on my lips. When he presses his hips into me rubbing his dick a little harder and I let out a moan. Jordan deepens the kiss.
I can’t help, but rock against him as he leans more into me. The sensation of his dick rubbing against me feels good. God, I wish I could go there. I don’t know if I want to cross that line, but I want to go somewhere close. I bring my left arm slowly to his back. He has not pulled away from the kiss, and I don’t want him to. I can feel my wetness as his dick slides against me, and I draw my hips up more to find relief.
Jordan releases his hands from my face and places them on my hips. He’s holding me still. His hands are fire to my skin. “Jordan…please.” The words come out breathless. I feel his dick throb against me and wiggle just a tiny bit.
“Cara, I want you, but not like this not until you’re healed.” I freeze my movements. I don’t know what I want, but I want something. I need to relieve the ache between my legs and my chest is heavy each time I breathe. I decide to close my eyes and take my right arm to push him away from me.
“Cara, look at me, please.” I shake my head no. I feel a shift on the bed and gasp when Jordan moves away from me. I feel his hands on my thighs and try to squeeze my eyes tighter. I can’t because there is a twinge of pain in my left eye. “Pretty Girl, look at me.” His voice is soft, and I obey by opening my eyes.
“Tell me what you want?” His eyes are watching me. I don’t know how to answer that, so I say the only answer I have. “You.”
Jordan moves back over me and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I feel his hand move up my thigh. “I won’t take your virginity, not now. Not until you are absolutely sure.” His words are simple and to the point. I don’t understand, and I don’t get it, I figured most men pressure for sex, live and breathe for sex. I want to ask him why, but the words are stolen when I feel him slide two fingers into me.
“Oh.”
I’m still breathing heavily when he licks my bottom lip. I decide to play a little and stick my tongue out to touch his. Jordan lets out a hum from his chest. His fingers move in and out slowly until they touch that spot of nerves inside me. My back arches and I have to close my eyes because the pleasure feels amazing.
My whole body is starting to feel like little fireworks are going off. Jordan picks up the pace with his fingers and starts to trail kisses down my neck. He keeps moving his fingers as he begins to trail kisses down my neck to my chest. When he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard, I can’t help the almost purr-like sound that comes from me.
Jordan watches me as he continues to play with my nipples, giving each one equal attention. I can’t help but keep my focus on the erotic sensations pulsing through my body. I feel him curl his fingers as his thumb brushes my clit. Little sparks are ignited all over my body. I can feel my orgasm building. “Jordan please…”
He removes his mouth from my breasts, before I have time to react his mouth is on mine. This kiss is different. His tongue is moving with mine in the same pattern as his fingers. This feels as if he’s making love to my mouth. The sparks between my legs pick up, and I moan loudly into his mouth. That must have been a signal to him because he keeps the kiss deep, but slows down the kiss as he moves his fingers faster.
Jordan slowly breaks the kiss, and I close my eyes. “Look at me Cara, I want to see your eyes when you cum.” I open my eyes and see the smile on his face. “Let go for me, Cara,” and just like that, a little burst of sparks explodes throughout my body. My legs shake as I come down from the mountain of pleasure, and I have no choice but to finally close my eyes. “Cara, you are fucking beautiful when you cum.”
We spend the rest of the morning getting ready for the day. Jordan takes care of my fingers and makes sure that I take my medicine. We ended up showering together, and I couldn’t help but want to touch him. I choose not to because for some reason I was afraid he would tell me no like last night.
I ended up wearing another dress. Jordan made us breakfast, and then it was time to go collect items from my apartment. I gave Jordan some time before we left to make the important calls he needed to make. While I waited, I spent my time freshening up since there was nothing better to do.
Jordan
“Anything on Travis?” I needed the distraction. If not, I was going to lose my fucking mind. So far, all I wanted was to be fucking Cara. The problem wasn’t that I didn’t want to I fucking wanted to. What I was worried about was that I would hurt her or that she wasn’t ready. It’s one thing to fool around, but to cross that line with her and take her virginity when she’s still overly emotional, not going to happen. That’s the last thing I need. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way physically, or emotionally. Damn it all to hell, I wasn’t going to let that happen.
“Seth is all over the computers man and nothing. We pulled his bank records and his mother’s before she passed. All of their net worth, property and we got nothing to help us. Looks to me like he leaves little in his bank account and keeps mostly cash. Anything done with cash cannot be traced. He’s being smart which makes me wonder what all he has learned from working with us. There’s not much to go on with his fucking mother before she passed. Pretty damn simple with the mom.” Ryan knew I wanted everything. Glad to know I still have people to trust.
“Good. You keep me posted and make sure everyone knows that they need to be reachable at all times. I have some stuff to take care of today, but call me if you learn anything new.”
“You got it.”
Cara wanted to pick up a few things from her apartment. She promised me over breakfast that she would follow my rules. For her safety, she was going to come back home with me. There would be no way that she could argue about the possibility of staying there. Now that I know there is nothing new on Travis, her safety was a big priority for me. And by no means was she to be treated like a job.
Hanna was a job, and she’s what started all of this. I need to text Ryan to remind him to have a look at the connection between Judge Winters and Travis. This problem needs to be brought back to the beginning, all the hate mail and threatening letters. Everything that started with the job between Hanna and me including her relationship with Travis.
I texted Ryan and mentioned that he needed to talk to Hanna for me. I can interview just about anyone, but there were some things that needed to be delegated to others. This was one of them. Ryan had no sympathy for Hanna, and he would be good at getting any and all information that might be needed.
When I finished, I went down stairs to see Cara sitting on the couch. She was texting someone on her phone.
“Cara you ready to go?” I asked startling her. “Did I interrupt something important?”
“No, Amber was letting me know what was going on and how she is to direct on it. I thought you telling me my safety was an issue was minor. I guess from what Amber told me, I may be more naive about this than I thought.” She was fidgeting with her hands. This was something I was learning to be a nervous habit. I can’t say I blame my sister for telling her whatever she did. The odd fact that Cara takes to heart what was told to her means she might actually listen.
We left my house and I drove to her apartment. I remember seeing the place the night I brought her home, but in the daylight the building was a mess. There was hardly enough parking for six apartments and the outside looked in need of some help. The surrounding area was not that bad. She could have been living a little more into downtown.
Cara got out of my truck first, and I followed behind her. As we approached the hallway toward her small place Cara came to a quick stop. She froze in place, and I was distracted by watching her that I missed the man fixing the light near her door. I would have to ask her later about him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Cara
When we arrived at
my apartment building, I scanned the lot for anything out of the ordinary. Amber told me I needed to become more observant of my surroundings. I noticed nothing. I didn’t even see my landlord Bill Tomelson’s truck.
Which when he’s here was not hard to miss.
When we got to the hallway in front of my apartment I saw him. He was fixing the light outside my front door. The light was working fine Thursday, and I knew he was making the repair as an excuse to talk to me. I just slowed my steps because this time I wasn’t alone.
Mr. Tomelson stopped working when he heard us. I looked up to meet his eyes. He had eyes that made my skin crawl. The man was bald and had deep brown eyes that scanned over my entire body. A creepy chill ran over me, and I knew he was going to hound me about my injuries and the contract I was unwilling to sign.
“Miss Cara what happened?” He questioned as he got down from his step stool. “Are you okay?” He asked and I just politely said yes. He looked at me then at Jordan behind me and in a whisper. “Did he do this to you?” I knew he was trying to be comforting in a very perverted creepy way. Wanting me to cry to him and that was never going to happen.
“I’m fine, my friend Jordan here is helping me. I just came to grab a few items since I won’t be here for a little while.” I told him politely hoping to get him to back off, but all I did was upset him. I saw him stand up straight and then what I expected came next.
“Well, Miss Cara I was hoping to get to see you today since you have been avoiding me, and the maintenance needs to be done to your apartment. There are some other issues that we need to discuss.” He was now slightly agitated, and I was afraid this was the end of his nice attitude towards me. He was going to force my hand here.
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