“What did you need to tell me?” I asked Jordan, standing up to aim for a casual lean on his dresser, trying to draw some normalcy back into this moment.
He stood, too, and moved toward me. And because I was turned on, not threatened, I didn’t step back. I let him press that fine-as-fuck body against mine, and I swallowed hard at the roar of lust slamming into me. “I told you,” he murmured, leaning down so his lips were scraping across my jawline. “We need to give this a shot. No promises. No commitments. Just… see how it goes.”
My pussy clenched at those drawled words and the obvious lust in his voice.
“I also have an idea about how to deal with Alex, but… I’ll tell you after.”
“After what?” I asked breathlessly.
He lifted his head back, a wicked smile across full lips, and I gasped as his mouth slammed into mine. For a moment, I stood frozen in shock. Not that I hadn't seen it coming—I wasn't fucking dense—but just... wow. That kiss we'd shared after the fight, after I'd been fucked six ways to Sunday by his best friend, had been overshadowed by everything else going on. And then the one in the hallway… that had really been about erasing Alex.
This though, this was just about me and Jordan.
"Is this... okay?" he asked, pulling back a fraction of an inch. "Did I totally misread the signals here?"
"No!" I blurted out, then cringed. "I mean, yes, totally okay and no, you didn't misread signals. Sorry, my brain was just taking a second to, um, go all girly and shit. Can we try that again?" My cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and a tiny wave of panic flooded through me that I'd totally killed the moment. But Jordan just grinned and cupped my neck with his hand, threading his fingertips into my hair.
"We can try that again as many times as you want, Violet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to kiss you."
This time when his mouth met mine, I wasn't fucking around. I kissed him back with all the pent-up tension I'd been feeling for him since that night he’d first shown an interest. Longer. If I was being totally honest with myself, every interaction I'd had with the New American prince had been fanning my crush hotter since the day we'd met.
My hands were all over him, pushing and pulling, desperate to touch him freakingeverywhere,and our clothes were just getting in the way. Obviously, they had to go.
"Violet," he moaned against my mouth when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He'd already ditched the tie and blazer somewhere—if he'd even worn them at all today—so it was just the crisp white shirt and navy blue trousers in the way of what I wanted.
I grinned into his kiss, nipping playfully at his tongue, then sucking on his lower lip until he groaned again. "Jordan," I replied, teasing. My voice was low and breathy, drenched in lust.
He pulled back just an inch, cupping my face and peering into my eyes for an extended breath, before shaking his head. "I should do the responsible thing and put the brakes on this... ask you out on a real date and do things the right way..." He trailed off as I started kissing the side of his neck, nibbling at his bronzed skin.
"The right way sucks," I commented, humming as I sucked his neck hard enough to leave a mark. It was a bit juvenile, I'd admit, but a primal part of me wanted to mark him, even if no one could know it was me.
Jordan released a quick breath as he lifted me by the waist and perched my ass on his dresser. He crushed his body closer, and I let out a noise of excitement and encouragement as his hard length ground against my core. "Yeah, you're right," he replied in a whisper. "Fuck that."
I laughed as our clothes found the floor in what could have been record speed, leaving me in just my bra and panties and Jordan in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Needless to say, they leftnothingto the imagination, and I was practically panting with the need to feel him inside me.
"Holy shit, you're perfect," he murmured reverently as his hands skimmed my curves and his eyes devoured every inch of me. "This is a bit surreal, Violet."
I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "You're telling me," I whispered. "If it weren't for Alex, I'd think I was living in a fairytale."
Jordan claimed my lips again, kissing me slower this time, but the ripples of heat it sent searing through my body were lighting me up like an electrical storm. My legs had found their way around his waist like an independent action, and I shifted my hips, grinding against him.
He made a pained groan, then shifted his grip to the backs of my thighs, lifting me from his dresser and spinning us around. Two steps across the room and then my back hit the mattress with Jordan settled between my thighs.
"It could still be a fairytale," he told me, shuffling down my body and hooking his thumbs through the sides of my panties. I just wriggled my hips, urging him to take them off, and thankfully he obliged.
It wasn't until he'd stripped them off my legs and tossed them aside that I found the brainpower to reply. "How so? I can safely say he's no Prince Charming."
Jordan chuckled, sliding his palms up my naked thighs and spreading my legs apart. The intensity of his gaze on my pussy was almost tangible, and I squirmed with need.
"Just think of him as your evil stepmother," he suggested, bending his head to lay a kiss on my inner thigh. I sucked in a sharp gasp, his hot breath teasing me like nothing I'd ever experienced before, but I gripped the sheets and waited, rather than forcefully slamming my cunt onto his face. That'd just be rude.
"Or an ugly stepsister," I muttered, amused at the analogy. "I guess that works."
"Mm-hmm," Jordan hummed, placing his mouth against my core and licking the length of me in a way that made my heart stop and my back arch. "But inyourfairytale, your prince charming doesn't give you lame gifts like glass slippers."
I was almost past the point of words. Almost. One of my hands threaded into his hair, and I moaned when his mouth found my clit, sucking it between his teeth.
"What do I get instead, then?" I asked in a panting whisper.
