It made sense. Amelia whimpered, “Feels so good.” She loved the way Monica touched her. She loved it even more when she knew Jordan was watching her.
“You should be so proud of yourself, Amelia.” Monica kissed her shoulder. “There’s power in realizing and understanding what turns you on and not being afraid to explore it.”
Amelia’s chest puffed out, feeling like a proud peacock under the praise. She was proud of herself. It had been fun getting to learn herself without the interference of a man filling her with shame for what she enjoyed or ignoring it all together.
She heard Jordan’s low growl. She smirked at him as he lounged on the chaise, his sleeves rolled up, teasing his tattoos. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched Monica touch her.
She was growing wetter by the second from both Monica fucking her with her fingers and watching Jordan touch himself. She could still taste the salty mixture of his pre-cum on her tongue and she wanted more. She wanted to take control of him with her mouth and hear all the sounds she could get him to make. She wanted him feral and raw, letting go of that leash he kept on himself.
“You’re getting desperate for him, aren’t you?” Monica teased, slipping her fingers out of her. “I can feel it dripping out of you. Go.” She tapped her on her ass.
Amelia didn’t need to be told twice; she walked to the end of the chaise but paused when Jordan shook his head. She huffed out a frustrated breath, debating on disobeying him anyway. She knew she’d be rewarded either way. But following his direction had her mind floating on a cloud. She didn’t realize how much she enjoyed his take-charge persona until tonight.
If they had been in the office, she would have gone toe to toe with him without so much as a second thought, trying to take presumed control. It was the one place she wouldn’t back down, but here, in front of all these strangers, she wanted to let him lead her.
Those two orgasms told her body and mind he was safe enough to trust and let her walls crumble.
He may well know how to touch your body, but I bet you know how to touch his mind just as well.
Amelia placed a hand on her chest, hoping to steady the rapid rhythm of her heart. Monica’s words were a record player stuck on repeat in her head. She hadn’t thought about how well Jordan seemed to anticipate her needs. She thought it was just a thorough reading of her intake form. But she’d been with other men here, and on her own, and it had never been as intense as it was with him.
“Still green?” Jordan abruptly reared up to reach for her. She nodded. “Say it,” he whispered, his fingertips making lazy circles against her hips. She felt Monica at her back, close enough to engulf them in a little bubble but still apart, so it was just the two of them checking in.
“Still green.” She smiled at him. “Just needed to catch my breath for a moment and get the blood flow back into my legs.” She hit the sides of her thighs and grimaced when they jiggled.
She immediately relaxed her features, internally reminding herself there was nothing wrong with a little extra weight on her. Old habits had been hard to break, but coming here had helped her awaken not only her sexuality but her joy in her body as well.
Jordan’s lazy circles turned into a possessive grip on her hip. His lips pulled back into a wolfish grin as he leaned forward. “Don’t worry, once Monica is done with you, I’ll make sure to give your legs a good stretch.”
Amelia snorted before she let her head fall back on a loud, big belly laugh. “Oh my.” She righted herself, shoving at his chest so he could plop back down on the chaise. “Can you be any cornier?” She shook her head, letting her eyes roam over his body. His cock was fully hard and laying on his belly. His slacks were pulled taut against his thighs, and she suddenly had an itch to see his full body. She wanted to touch every inch of him and see how he responded to her.
“Keep looking at me like that, Melia.” He gripped his cock. “I won’t last very long.”
“Good.” She pressed her lips together, her body ready to climb in the chaise with him, but she wouldn’t move until he gave her the go-ahead.
“That’s not nice.” Jordan chuckled and started to stroke himself.
Amelia shifted on her feet. She was starting to get antsy. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out without one of them putting her out of her misery.
She felt Monica step up behind her, her fingers trailing over her ass before dipping between her legs.
Amelia tilted forward, even as she pushed her ass back. She let out a sigh, feeling content to get some relief, but it wasn’t enough. Monica matched Jordan’s strokes. They were slow, meant to tease and torture her until she withered against the onslaught.
“I love the way your body responds to him,” Monica whispered in her ear like they were two girlfriends sharing a secret. “I’ve done this a lot with seasoned partners and complete strangers, and you two….” She whistled.
Amelia opened her mouth to say something, but a low groan fell out instead. She wanted to tell Monica there was nothing there between them, but she lost focus. Between Monica twisting her fingers inside of her in tune with how Jordan stroked himself, her mind was only on one thing: the climax she could feel starting to spark to life.
Three in one night is a record for me.
“Thank you for letting me be a part of it.” Monica kissed her shoulder. She pulled out of Amelia. “He’s going to enjoy how well I fuck you.” She chuckled. It sent a shiver down Amelia’s back as she waited for Jordan’s command.
“Ms. Wayne.” Jordan’s voice rumbled around her. Her breath hitched, and she had to physically keep her feet rooted to the ground. He hadn’t given her the go-ahead to climb in the chaise with him.
Jordan’s gaze swept over her body, chuckling. “I’d never believe it if I didn’t see it myself.” He shook his head. “You’d stand there all night if I said that’s where I wanted you, wouldn’t you?” There was something scarily close to awe in his tone, and she didn’t understand why that made a lump grow in the back of her throat.
She swallowed past it, even as she felt her eyes prick with tears. Something was moving through her, and she had zero desire to deal with it now. There wasn’t supposed to be any heavy emotions involved with tonight, which was the whole point behind being strangers. But as she stared at Jordan, whose eyes were softening on her, things were clicking into place—truths she had just started to realize when she made the decision to break up with her ex. She never truly felt wanted or cherished with the people in her life.
Not until tonight.
