by Dez Burke
He pulled his lips away and let her come up for air. When she managed to pry her eyes open, she found him gazing into her face with awed tenderness.
“How could you think we’re nothing but perfect together?” he asked softly, lifting one hand from her buttocks to pinch her chin in his fingers and tip her head back so she could hold his gaze as he went on soberly, “We could have had those many hours of passion and then we could have never seen each other again. I told myself all this over and over and yet, all I really wanted to do was place my heart at your feet and plead with you not to walk all over it.”
Tiana bit down a whimper as her fingers sank into the silky curls at the base of his head, her eyes growing hooded beneath the mesmerizing quality of his voice and eyes. She wanted him so much it tightened every bolt and screw within her.
“I wanted to tell you the truth especially when I found out we had invites to the same ball,” Jordan went on deeply, his lips hovering over hers. “I hadn’t realized the mix-up before it was too late. It then became paramount to let you know who I was – and that I didn’t really moonlight as a gigolo. I told myself you might never forgive me but at least I’d be able to face you with a clear conscience.”
It felt so good to feel his lips on her face, kissing every spot he could reach. She felt treasured and desired and the flip-flops in her belly gave way to the liquefying ball of fire threatening to jet down to her knees.
“Just once, I told myself. Over and over…just once,” Jordan groaned as he mouthed a path from her jawline to the base of her neck, burying his nose there and nuzzling. “I thought that would be all I needed: one night with you and then I’d have my fill. But now I know that it’ll never be enough.”
Tiana’s senses soared even as her heart sank. Her body…was that all he wanted? To take her again and again to satisfy his aching void?
The doorbell pealed, shattering the glass bubble surrounding them. Jordan lifted his head up with narrowed eyes as he half-glared down into her shocked face. “Are you expecting someone?”
She could see he was jealous – did he think she’d left work early to keep a steamy rendezvous with a lover? She couldn’t help give him a mischievous eye roll as she pushed against his chest. “I ordered pizza. I was hungry. And pissed.”
He suddenly grinned, and that just had her staggering. He was such a mix of angel and devil when he flashed that white-hot smile, so boyish and cocky.
He set her gently aside, and Tiana let him prop her against the wall as she tried to catch her breath while he turned and went to get the door. He settled the delivery and then returned, the front door securely closed.
Jordan was staring at the load of food he had in his arms. There was an extra-large pizza with thick crust as well as a two liter bottle of soda plus side dips and one dessert pizza. Tiana made a face as she realized she hadn’t even been thinking straight when she made the order.
“Wow. You must have been really hungry. Or really pissed,” he said with a slant to his grin. Tiana quickly made room on table in the dining area of the apartment and helped him set everything down.
“I wasn’t probably going to get through one slice anyway - and then everything else would get chucked in the freezer,” Tiana said, staring at the food and wondering why her stomach suddenly felt full – of butterflies. Especially when she felt Jordan come up behind her, his hands resting heavy on her shoulders which he kneaded with a sweet insistence.
Tiana bit hard on her lip to hold down a moan as his solid, enticing frame wedged her against the table, his maleness nestling between the rounded curves of her buttocks like a thick steel pole. Desire like one she’d never known ripped through her middle and left her gaping to be filled, claimed.
“If you aren’t that hungry…I’m hoping you aren’t that pissed anymore either,” he said, his pelvis rocking suggestively against hers in a way that made her want to sway her rear with equal seductiveness against his burgeoning staff.
Holding on tight to her common sense, she stiffened against him, clutching hard to the edge of the table for support. “Jordan…I don’t think we should. A part of me tells me not to trust you. A part of me just can’t.”
He rested his temple against the back of her head with a deep groan as if she’d just punched him hard in the gut. “Oh fuck, Tia.”
As always when he said her name like that, she trembled. If he only lifted the hem of her top and cupped in between her wobbly legs he would tell her much her body trusted and needed his touch. But her heart and brain were telling her different.
“Don’t say it. Don’t tell me it’s over before it’s even begun. I don’t want to let you go.”
His tortured words vibrated deep in his chest, stirring her spine as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and embraced her hard against him for a few moments, breathing deeply into her hair. And then to her surprise, he released her.
He was backing away and Tiana spun around, barely concealing her surprise and fear. Was he giving up so soon? Didn’t he think they were worth fighting for at all? Maybe he didn’t believe it was worth the effort. The damage done must seem too insurmountable for him. Tiana’s heart sank in her toes and she had that feeling again of not being good enough – of not being worthy of winning a man like Jordan who should be willing to do anything to be with her for real. All he wanted was the way they made sense when they fucked. Without that he wasn’t interested, obviously.
“I know you need time,” he said quietly, his voice a contrast to the way his body seemed coiled tight, like he would spring for her again if he saw one ounce of weakness on her part. Tiana longed to let out that whimper of surrender that would have her being grabbed in his arms again. She could just see him spreading her over that couch on her back, her legs pinned back to her chin as he knelt to slide deep into her waiting wetness. Pumping his thick cock in and out of her pulpy walls as she moaned and moaned, her spine arching to offer her thick, hard nipples to his sucking mouth and stroking hands. Oh shit. She felt her pussy lips swell and throb just picturing it happening – if only she could make the move. If only she wasn’t so damned scared.
“You don’t need to tell me I messed up,” Jordan continued, pushing a hand through his already beautifully mussed hair. “I was a fool if I thought I could be satisfied with being just your passing fancy. I wanted – I want – to be in your life, to mean something. To be the man you could count on to stand by you whenever you needed him. Someone you knew that all you had to do was pick up the phone and call and he’d drop anything just so he could be there for you.”
He expelled a ragged breath, his chest rising and then settling in a sigh. “You might not think I deserve another chance but if you just say yes I can take my time showing you I’m a man you can trust with your heart. My sister knew me even more than I knew myself and she must have known that once we met, I’ll find it hard to keep things simple. I don’t want to be your friend, Tiana. So don’t bother telling me that’s all we can share. I want for keeps and I’m ready to prove, no matter how long that takes, that I can earn a future with you.”
A future. Those words did things to Tiana’s insides. Her soul flared with hope and she asked herself if she dared believe. But then as she stared into his compelling eyes she realized that even if she didn’t know how he would do it, she knew he meant every word he said. He was willing to try and heaven help her, so was she.
And yet a lingering self-doubt kept her rooted, her lips pressed together even as her eyes betrayed her deepest emotions. As always, Jordan could sense her submission; knew that she needed him to take that last bold step. His gaze blazed with a searing flame as he reached for her arm, slid his fingers down to link with hers and pull her slowly forward. Giving her the chance to break away, to stop him. But Tiana didn’t protest, her feet moving her steadily to meet him where he stood waiting. He took her fingers to his lips and kissed the back of her hand with passion and adulation. He took that same hand and rested it against his heart, his breathing goi
ng shallow as she began to take up initiative, sliding her palm down his torso to his belt buckle.
“I’ve waited much of my life for a chance at real happiness…but I guess now I’m done with waiting. Why can’t the future start right now?” she asked softly, lashes quivering as she lifted her eyes to his. Her fingertips skimmed over the thick wedge of masculinity straining at his groin and his breath caught audibly.
The message in her shy gaze was clear and she almost smiled to see the flush of arousal deepen on his cheekbones. “Bedroom?” he said more than asked, smoothly sweeping her off her feet with his arm underneath her knees and back. Tiana cupped his face in her hands and shook her head, her chin pointing directly behind him. He looked back and groaned deeply. “Couch. Yes.”
Tiana giggled at his raspy words, burying her heated face in his neck as he carried her over to the waiting couch. But then he commanded softly, “Kiss me, Tia.” And her lips found their way to his, locking with a woman’s pliant hunger to his. His hot tongue filled her mouth, making her moan with fevered arousal. He tasted as sweet as she remembered, and he was as masterful as ever, taking and giving. Damn, he gave so much in his kiss and Tiana just wanted to bare her heart and soul to him.
Their lips still locked, she felt him place her on the couch, resting her sideways on the cushions as he crushed her with his weight for a moment. Loving the sensation, she wrapped her arms around his broad back and pressed him tighter, closer. The intimacy and sweetness of the moment made her wetter than ever.
They kissed so deeply it felt like they were making up for all that time they’d been apart. He sought out her tongue and sucked on it with a growl, his whole body shivering slightly. Tiana felt his hips settle between her parted thighs, his hand cupping the back of her knee which he stroked sensually. His other hand slid in between their snugly fitted bodies and went searching beneath the hem of her tee-shirt for her naked sex.
Jordan’s lips broke from hers and he kissed his way hotly down her arched throat while his fingers keenly stroked her folds. Tiana once again felt her body flush with embarrassment to feel her vulva so drenched his fingertips seemed to slip over her swollen mound. It was almost mortifying - just as if an invisible tap had been turned on inside her and now she simply gushed.
She went hotter than ever in the neck and cheeks, her arousal reaching terrifying heights despite her best efforts as he pushed a finger then another into her slick pussy. From somewhere above the haze in her mind she heard Jordan groaning, “Oh fuck…oh God” before shoving deep in and out of her cunt, filling the room with the sounds of her lust. His face was buried in her neck and he was mouthing a piece of flesh, worrying it with his teeth. As Tiana’s inner walls involuntarily pulsed around his penetrating fingers, he growled deeply and bit her.
Tiana cried out, head spinning round and round.
Chapter Twelve
Jordan wanted more.
Tiana was wet – so fucking wet. She made him mad for her when she always seemed so eager and ready for his touch, his passion. If only she knew what she did to him to find her pussy melting and puffy with the same hunger that powered his loins.
He whispered her name and felt her shudder. Sometimes he didn’t realize when he did it – when he called her Tia. It just felt right rolling from his lips; it felt intimate and warm and helped him express things he’d once been wary to say. But Jordan was fed up with holding back. He needed more. He craved for all she had to give.
His body snaked lower and he rolled up her sexy little tee-shirt with one hand while he thrust his fingers relentlessly into her juicy vagina. Now the folds of her shirt rested high on her chest, revealing her brown-skinned nakedness to his ravenous gaze. She was one perfect tone of caramel goodness, her fat nipples two chocolaty nuggets winking at him so temptingly he couldn’t make up his mind which one to pop into his mouth first.
Hot damn. Her curves should be a crime. Luscious handfuls of flesh, they begged to be groped and squeezed and sucked. Her full breasts, her thighs, her hips, her itty bitty waist. His thumb reached up for her ruby clit and he stubbed the small nub, rubbing in circles while his two fingers fucked in and out of her snug pussy. Groaning deeply with lust, he bent to her heaving chest and suckled one thick, hard bud. The sensation of her nipple in his mouth went straight to his head.
“Your taste…good lord. I love your taste. What is it? Tell me,” Jordan groaned, looking up to meet her glassy gaze, her lips full and panting.
“I don’t know,” breathed Tiana, writhing against him and making him even harder and madder.
“Liar. You do know. You know exactly what you’re doing to me,” he growled as he bent to her breast again.
Tiana moaned and arched into his mouth, her hands cupping his head. Jordan’s lips pulled strongly on the whole surface of her aureole and when she whimpered he knew he was tugging too forcefully but he couldn’t help himself. To tease and soothe her, he slathered her nipple with his tongue and her shuddering sigh told him he’d hit the right balance of rough and tender.
He sucked and sucked until his need popped like a champagne cork in his head. He drew his mouth away, craving for more as he shifted to the other breast. He rested his face against her soft, firm flesh and fought back the heady rush coursing straight down to his cock. He straightened up slightly as he felt her shift, her hands moving in between their bodies to palm his cock. Oh shit. He gritted his teeth as she spent the next few moments unfastening his belt buckle and releasing his fly. When she drew out his cock and settled it within her soft, stroking fingers, Jordan felt close to erupting in her palms.
She stroked him shyly at first but then her touch grew bolder, her fingers encircling his shaft and pumping firmly. Jordan groaned and felt him tug out of her grip before the disaster could occur and see him spurting all over her flat brown belly.
Jordan needed to slow the fuck down or the intensity of his needs would embarrass the shit out of him before he was ready. But damn her tit felt so good in his mouth and when she stroked his cock her touch was like heaven. It all swirled in his brain and it took superhuman effort on his part to channel his focus on giving her the utmost pleasure out of this because it wouldn’t take much for him to reach his own stampeding release. Pulling his fingers from her snatch, he lowered on his knees and tugged her hips to rest on the edge of the couch. When he pushed her legs wide apart he was greeted with the amazing visual of her juicy secrets put on display.
He vaguely heard her whimper his name but he was so past reality his head was buzzing. He spread her folds apart with both his thumbs and then he lowered his face to slam his tongue deep inside her pussy.
***
Tiana had known from the start that Jordan was different. She hadn’t met any other gigolos to judge by but the moment their lips had touched that first time, she’d known there was much more to him than met the eye. There was nothing practiced or over-polished in his manner; his personality and interaction had shown a depth of sincerity that had made Tiana open up to him from the start.
She’d always had a good radar with people and with Jordan, the green light had blinked early on telling her to trust him, that he was for real. Even when he’d been playing the part of male escort, she’d been truly turned on and attracted by him. He understood her body like no one had, revealing her deepest secrets to her own eyes. Now that she knew he was playing for keeps, her body eased up with him even more than ever before and now, when his tongue started to dance within her sex and then over her clit, she gave in completely.
“Jordan baby,” she gasped, almost cracking her hipbone on his jaw as she bucked into his face. His mouth felt so good on her it was insane. He stroked her with his fingers, massaging her soaked mound while he fluttered her pussy lips with that dangerous tongue.
“Hmmm mmm,” he murmured, eyes pinning her to the seat as he looked up at her briefly. Tiana couldn’t hide the dazed bliss from her face and she almost doubled over when he took her clit in his mouth just then and sucked gree
dily.
He made her sob with ecstasy. He nuzzled her some more, his nose, lips and chin building up the pressure that was bearing on her womb. To feel the passionate attentions of the man you loved was the most thrilling aspect to sex a woman could ever hope for.
The man she loved…
Tiana’s eyes blinked repeatedly as those words echoed in her head. She loved Jordan – she did. Impossibly. Crazily. And she didn’t care how silly it seemed that he’d so easily won his way into her heart. She was old enough to know what she wanted and that was him. And she swore to work as hard as him to see this through until the end.
The room filled with her hums and moans as she drew closer to the edge. She clutched his hair in her fists and wriggled wantonly beneath his carnal ministrations. She begged and pleaded for him to stop but only when she balanced on the needle-point of trance-like pleasure did he pull aware, his lower face smeared with her juices. She grabbed his head in her hands and drew him to her mouth, kissing him frenziedly and sharing the thick taste of her secretions on his lips and tongue. He growled with approval at her passionate involvement but then grunted in surprise when she began to push at his chest.
Without speaking, she got him to stand and gazed up at him with a sexy smile. Her fingers pulled at his pants and drew them down along with his black silk boxers. Jordan threw his head back with a groan as she took his rearing cock in both hands and began to stroke him. She’d never seen him so hard, his thickness pulsating in her palms. She slid closer to the edge of the couch so she could reach him with her lips. Not peeling her eyes from his hooded gaze, she licked at the first offerings of precum at his slit. He shuddered deeply but otherwise kept still as she began to run her tongue all over his length, swooping her head in every direction to make sure she didn’t miss an inch. There was so much of him and she trembled to think how deeply he always took her, giving her his full measure until her insides felt the impact for long after. She loved that and couldn’t wait for another chance to have him buried inside her.