by Alexa Riley
He leans back, and my mouth goes to his neck, loving the rough stubble against my lips. It makes goose bumps spread across my skin, and I wonder what this would feel like in other places. I hear him moan my name, and the sound pushes me to do more. I love that I’m turning him on. It makes me feel sexy and powerful. It’s intoxicating to know I can give him the kind of pleasure he can give me.
“I love how you’re Miss Always In Control, but with me it’s not that way,” I hear him say as my eyes flutter open. “You make me feel like your whole world. You let everything go and fall into me.”
I touch his cheek and stare into his dark eyes. I want so much with him, and it’s all happening so fast. Every thought I have about him flies through my mind, and suddenly I’m feeling a little shy and unsure of what to do next.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters, making my face heat. I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before. Cute, maybe, but never beautiful.
“Do you have any idea how long I dreamed about this moment? Having you under me? You clinging to me? Your lips red and swollen from me?” It’s not a question, because his mouth comes back down on mine before I can answer.
His mouth leaves mine and goes to my neck, where he grazes my skin with his teeth, then soothes it with gentle licks. I let my eyes fall closed, trying to take everything in. My whole body feels like it’s ready to burst. My legs are shaking, and I feel so hot and sweaty.
“Jordan,” I moan, rolling my head to the side, wanting him everywhere.
“I got you, baby. Lie back and let me love you,” he whispers in my ear.
Cool air greets my body as he unbuttons my shirt. He runs his hands up my stomach and to my breasts, popping the center clasp of my bra and slowly pushing the fabric to the side. My breasts spill free, my hard nipples exposed to him.
I watch his intense gaze on them right as he licks his lips and leans down. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, making my back bow off the bed. The sensation goes straight to my clit, and I have the urge to scream. He grips my hips, locking me into place. He switches his attention to my other nipple, giving it a little bite. God, I didn’t know this could feel like this.
Just when I think I’ve had enough, he trails kisses down my stomach to the edge of my skirt. Slowly he pulls it down my legs, and I blink my eyes open to watch.
Once my skirt is gone, he stares down at my simple blue underwear. I suddenly feel really shy about my choice of panties. I don’t own anything sexy when it comes to lingerie. I always go with function instead of sexiness. I never had to worry about anyone seeing them before, but now I wish I had on a thong or some lace. Anything to make me look prettier.
I part my legs a little, and his eyes come to mine. There’s a look there I’ve never seen on his face before. I bite my lip, watching him. It’s then I realize I’m almost naked and he still has on all his clothes.
“Take your shirt off,” I blurt out, wanting to see him, too.
In one fluid motion, he grabs the back of his shirt with one hand, pulling it from his body and tossing it away.
My eyes run over him, and I moan in appreciation. I didn’t think Jordan could get any hotter, but I was wrong. He might spend most of his day sitting behind a computer, but it’s clear as day he hits the gym as well. Hard. His slacks hang low on his hips, and I see a trail of dark hair running down to his—My thoughts stutter when I see the outline of a very big erection.
“Eyes,” I hear him say, and I look back up to his face. “That’s not coming out tonight.”
He gives me a cocky smirk that I’ve never seen before, and a small dimple shows in his cheek.
“Why—” My question is interrupted when he reaches for my underwear and rips them from my body like some sort of Viking. I audibly gasp as he tosses them aside like he just conquered a new land. “Wow, that was so hot. I didn’t know that was a real thing.”
The smirk on his face turns to a full-blown smile now. I didn’t think men could really rip underwear off of a woman.
“Show me,” he says, his eyes on my thighs.
It’s clear what he wants me to show him, so I slowly part my legs. But it’s not fast enough for his liking, so he grabs them and pushes them open. His need is turning me on even more. He’s so close to the edge he can’t even wait for me to give him what he wants.
He stares at my pussy, and I don’t know how long we stay like that. My desire is skyrocketing with every breath, and I can feel myself start to throb. I want him to do something. Anything.
“Jordan.” His name comes out as a cross between a cry and a moan. My hips rise off the bed, trying to get closer to him, trying to entice him into a reaction.
His eyes are darker than I have ever seen them before. He releases my thighs, and he slides his fingers through my sex. I arch, wanting more, but he grabs my hips once again, holding me in place.
I moan his name again, trying to move, but he has me pinned down to the bed.
“I want to hear you say it. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, and I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it. Ask me to kiss your pussy.”
I know I’m blushing. I didn’t know Jordan would talk like that, but I like it. No, I love it. Normally I might be shy, but I’m so turned on right now I’d say almost anything to get some relief.
“Please, Jordan, I need you. Please kiss my pussy.”
Before I get the last word out, his mouth is on me. He grasps my hips as his mouth devours me. He licks and sucks my clit, taking it into his mouth, and I come undone instantly. The orgasm hits me so unexpectedly, I scream as pleasure floods my veins. The heat of it pounds in my ears, and it goes on forever.
I was too worked up. There was no time for me to brace myself for it, and I jerk against him, screaming his name over and over. But he doesn’t stop as the pleasure pulses through my body.
He frees my hips and locks his hands with mine. Our fingers tangle together, holding tight to one another as his mouth keeps working over me.
This time it’s slower, as if he’s savoring me. It’s sweet and soft, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life. There is a deep intimacy in this act, and I feel bound to him in a way I never truly imagined.
My pleasure starts growing again, and it’s not long before he’s sending me over the edge once more. The orgasm is just as intense as the first one, but I felt this one build. A sheen of sweat gathers on my body as I try to catch my breath. But he still doesn’t stop.
I call out his name, but his fingers only tighten in mine.
His mouth is relentless, and though I don’t think I can handle any more, I’m once again sent over the edge. His intensity, his attention, his ministrations, it’s all too much. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster and I can’t control my body.
This time, the peak is too high, and after I’ve come crashing back down, it’s to a wave of sleep unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I have no choice but to close my eyes and give in to the darkness that’s calling me.
* * *
I wake with arms wrapped tightly around me, my legs tangled with his. I never dreamed of having Jordan stay the night with me. I feel warmth all over as I let myself sink deeper. Turning a little, I kiss the arm that’s wrapped around me, and I hear him whisper my name in his sleep.
But instead of drifting off to sleep again, I feel his whole body go rock-solid. Before I know what’s happening, he’s jumping out of bed.
I sit up, not sure what’s happening and not sure I really care, because now I see he’s only in a pair of boxer briefs with his thighs on full display. I never thought thighs could be sexy but with the morning light flooding in the windows I can see every inch of them. Heck, I don’t think I ever really thought about thighs at all until this moment. Right now, though, I’d like to sink my teeth into his.
I watch as he picks up a gun I didn’t even
know he had, making my eyes almost pop out of my head. “What the hell, Jordan?” I say as my bedroom door flies open. “Summer?”
I see my sister standing in the doorway to my bedroom with a surprised look on her face. I haven’t heard from her in months, but I’m not surprised to see her here. That’s how Summer works. She floats around from place to place and will pop up out of nowhere. She says it’s because she’s a free spirit, but I think it’s just an excuse to not get a job.
“Oh my!” she says, her eyes trained on Jordan.
I look over at him, not liking that she’s seeing him like this. I don’t want anyone seeing him like this. Plus, my sister is pretty. She’s actually more than pretty, and like always, she isn’t wearing much in the clothes department. If it was up to her, she’d always be naked.
“Sister” is all Jordan says, and I nod.
I pull the sheet up more, realizing I am, in fact, completely naked. Jordan walks toward Summer, and she takes a step back.
“She’ll be out in a minute,” he tells her, before slamming the door in her face.
Chapter Thirteen
Jordan
I see the lines of tension around Jay’s mouth, and I have to use all my strength to keep from saying something.
Summer has been floating around the apartment for the past hour, moving things and leaving a trail of clutter as she goes.
“I think the energy of the space would feel so much more open with a water feature in the corner,” she says, assessing the layout.
“If there’s a water feature over there, it means the toilet is leaking from upstairs,” Jay says in return as she sets down a book a little too firmly.
Summer gives Jay a patronizing look, and again I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from telling Summer to pick another face.
“How long are you planning on staying here for?” Jay asks in a straightforward tone that anyone could pick up on. Summer, however, isn’t just anyone.
“Didn’t you get my postcard from Sedona?” she says airily, laying out a blanket in the middle of the floor in the living room and crisscrossing her legs. She sits like she’s about to meditate with her hands on her knees and her back straight.
“No. I haven’t heard a word from you in months.” Jay twists a towel from the kitchen in her hands until I think it may rip in half.
“I’m sure you just misplaced it.” Summer makes a waving motion around the pristine apartment, where everything is in order except for what she’s moved. “Anyway, I’m coming to stay with you for a while. I’ve finished my recent healing journey, and I’m going to live here with you in New York until I find my next guide.”
“Your next what?” I can’t help the question that pops out of my mouth. I look over and see Jay shake her head and roll her eyes.
“My next spiritual guide,” Summer answers, like I’m the idiot.
Jay is steaming. I can almost see it coming out of her ears. Not only has her sister come in and disrupted her order and peace, she’s made a statement to move in without a single question asked. I might be an only child, but that seems like a pretty dick move from a sibling.
“Jay, can I talk to you in the bedroom?” I ask, seeing her hands clenched in fists as her face gets red.
“Summer, are you serious right now? I don’t hear from you for months, and then you show up saying you’re going to live with me?” Her voice is getting higher, and though I should stop this, I think she kind of needs her moment. “The last time you did this, you took over my place for almost a year without paying me a dime for rent or groceries or anything. I’m not doing it again. You’re my sister, and I will help you in any way I can, but I can’t enable you to act like this. I’m not a last resort. If you need help, I’m sure there’s room at the farm with Mom and Dad.”
Summer sits back on her hands and shakes her head. “They’re full right now. I already checked. Come on, you can’t kick me out on the streets.”
When I see the tremors go down Jay’s back, I grab her arm and half drag her to the bedroom. When we get there, I close the door behind us and sit her on the bed as I go to the closet. I grab two big suitcases and put them out on the bed beside her, flinging them open.
I grab the contents of her dresser, scooping up everything in both my arms and dumping them into the bag. For a woman, she really doesn’t have a ton of clothes. Next, I go to the closet, lifting the clothes—still attached to the hangers—and fold the pile in half. I stuff the clothes down in the other suitcase. Then I see a large gym bag in the bottom of her closet and decide to use that for her shoes. I’m almost finished filling it up when I hear Jay finally speak.
“Jordan, what are you—”
“This is really simple, little bird. Summer can stay here and you can stay with me until you get this worked out. It’s perfect.”
“What? I’ve never even been to your place. I can’t just move in with you.” She stands up and holds her arms out like this whole thing is too much.
“There’s plenty of room. You’ll love it.” I toss the bag of shoes beside the suitcases and hold out another bag for her to get her bathroom stuff. “Unless you want me to put your lady business in here, I’ll let you handle that.”
“My lady business? Seriously? Has everyone lost their damn mind today?” She drops her head in her hands, and I walk over to her, sitting down on the bed and pulling her into my lap.
“Shhh. I’m here. Hey,” I say, making her look up at me. “Do you trust me?”
Her dark eyes shine with unshed tears, but she smiles and nods. “You know I do.”
“Then trust that no matter what happens today, tomorrow, or fifty years from now, I’ve got you. I’ll take care of anything that comes our way, and you don’t have to worry. You let me do that for you. Okay?”
“Is it really that simple?” There’s so much hope in her voice, and it makes me proud that I’m able to answer that for her.
“It is. When it comes to me and you and the way I feel about you, nothing could be simpler.” I reach out and cup her cheek. “Jay, I—”
“Jay, is this garlic free-range gluten-free?” Summer shouts as she busts open the door without knocking.
I hold back the growl that’s forming in my chest, because I don’t want to say something to Summer I can’t take back. No matter how aggravated Jay is, this is still her family. And to be honest, this probably wasn’t the best time for that conversation. I want to be able to make that special.
Without answering Summer, Jay turns to me and a look of finality passes over her face. “Do you need me to carry one of these bags?”
“I think I can manage,” I answer winking at her.
Chapter Fourteen
Jay
“So this is what you call ‘plenty of room’?” I say, my voice echoing off the marble walls.
“I like having a big bathroom. Are you really complaining? You’ll be the first woman ever to use that tub.”
I raise an eyebrow and lean against the bathroom counter. “First woman? Have you had many men in here?”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a little self-care. So I like bubble baths. You want to make fun of me or join me?”
I watch as he walks over and turns on the taps, grabbing a ball of something from the side and dropping it in. When I give him a quizzical look, he smiles.
“Bath bombs.”
“My bathtub is so tiny I’ve never bothered to take a bath. God, I can’t remember the last time I soaked in a hot tub.”
He comes back to where I am, and I see the hungry look in his eyes. I expect him to be aggressive, so when his touch is gentle, it surprises me.
He lifts off my T-shirt and then reaches down, unbuttoning my jean shorts. He pushes them off my hips and then slowly runs his hands up my waist and to my bra. I smile shyly as he unclasps it and drops it to the floor.
“So beautiful,” he says, looking straight into my eyes.
He doesn’t break contact as he pushes my panties off my hips and I step out of them. When he reaches for the bottom of his shirt, I stop him.
“Let me.” I help him take his off. Because he’s so much taller than me, he has to bend down. My hands go to his pants, and he has to help me unbutton them because my hands are shaking. So much for being super seductive right now.
Seeing my own insecurities, he brings my hands to his mouth and kisses each palm. Then he puts them on his hips and helps me push his boxer briefs off.
I try to keep eye contact like he did, but I’m a total perv and check out his junk. His hard cock is long and pointing up. It’s thick, with a smooth head, and my mouth pops open at the size of it.
He takes my hand in his and leads me over to the tub, shaking me out of my shock.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he says as he steps into the bath and then helps me over the edge.
He sits down in the bubbles and leans back as I sit between his legs and put my back against his front. His legs rest on either side of mine, and he wraps his arms around me. I sigh as the hot water relaxes me instantly.
“God, this is nice.”
“See? Already some benefits of coming to my place.”
When we first got to Jordan’s building, I thought it was nice. It looked like a normal building in a great neighborhood, but once I got inside, I was shocked. He told me that computer hackers tend to make good investments and he’d made a lot of money in the stock market when he was younger. He used it to buy this place and then fixed it up himself.
He would have to be loaded to be able to afford a place this size, but I kind of like that you wouldn’t know that about him unless you really knew him. It’s not overly lavish or obnoxious. It’s actually pretty simple and very much his personality.
The place is big, but it feels cozy. There are couches and overstuffed pillows everywhere, and it makes me want to walk in and kick back. There’s no stuffy furniture or weird art. It’s a place I feel welcome and happy. He seems to have a way of doing that to me.