“You can say that again. You don’t… you don’t make those sounds when you’re doing… that, do you?”
I pop the enchiladas in the oven, set a timer, and lean across the island from her to answer her question. “You mean when I jack myself off?” Her cheeks instantly heat. “Or when I’m fucking?”
She stares into my eyes for a moment before answering. “Both,” she whispers.
I shake my head and smirk. “No. I don’t sound like that when my dick is getting action. I’ve never recorded myself…” I point to the camera, “but the only person's voice getting that high in the bedroom is the woman's voice.”
Her breath hitches like she’s shocked by my answer or that I even answered her at all. I’m not sure.
I round the island and spin her chair so I’m standing between her legs. She still has to look up at me from this height, so I grab her by the hips and place her on the countertop. A smallyelp flies from her lips as she places her hands on my shoulders to steady herself.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide and innocent.
I squeeze her hips, avoiding her question, and turn it around on her. “Did you wear this little outfit for a reason, Jordan? Because it seems like you’re trying to tease me.” I grind my erection into her core holding back a groan. “I told you earlier, after our kiss, that we weren’t finished. And I always mean what I say.”
I lean my head closer to hers, giving her enough time to say no, and in an action I wasn’t expecting, she slides her hands down my shirt and pulls me in even closer. “Good,” she mutters and then slams her lips against mine.
This kiss is all fire as our tongues meet, and I fuck her mouth almost the way I would with my dick. There’s nothing sweet or restrained about how I consume her, and she’s giving just as good as she’s getting.
Her legs wrap around me, fusing us together, and I bring my hand behind her head and lace my fingers through her hair to gain more control.
An involuntary moan leaves her throat and I instantly get harder. Each tease and taste of her mouth is making me more and more addicted to the pint-sized beauty in my arms.
I use my free hand to graze her ribs and rub a thumb over her shirt-clad nipple, causing her to rub herself along my length.
“You like that?” I ask against her lips and tilt her head, so I have access to her slender neck.
“Fuck, yes. More,” she pants with confidence as I suck at the skin below her ear.
I pull back for a fraction of a second. “Arms up.” And she does as I say.
I rip her shirt over her head and pause. Her breasts are a perfect handful, and her nipples are the perfect rosy pink.She’sperfect. “I’ve never seen someone more beautiful in my life.”
She blushes and I lower my mouth to her nipple and gently suck. She drops her head back and lets out a breathy moan. “Oh fuck.” And she grabs my hair for leverage.
I use my other hand to bring her own to her other breast. “Pinch your nipple, baby. Play with yourself,” I say as I pop off her nipple.
Her eyes snap to mine, and she shakes her head. “I don’t…I’ve never…”
I pull back and search her eyes. When she mentioned the other week that she had “heard” what second base was, I had questions. A lot of people go all the way without foreplay, but I need to know exactly what I’m working with. “You’re going to have to spell it out for me, beautiful. You’ve never what?”
“I’ve never… I’ve never done anything besides kiss,” she confesses. “I’ve never masturbated either.”
My heart stalls and I’m momentarily shocked. Most twenty-two-year-olds these days are going crazy in college and doing all sorts of experimenting. And here I have the one girl who’s never gone past first base, or even touched herself.
Does it make me an asshole that my dick turns to stone at the thought of being her first everything?
Yes. Yes, it does.
I know I should stop this while we’re at it because her firsts should be with someone who isn’t a liar. But when she goes to unwrap her legs from my waist, I grab them and put them back around me instead.
Everything about my life, outside of my job, is calculated and controlled because of how unpredictable my job is. And right now, all I want is to do is lose control with Jordan, consequences be damned. “How much more do you want?” Iask, and rub her bottom lip with my thumb, hoping she’ll give me the answer I want.
Her tongue peeks out and she licks the tip of my finger. “I want everything.”
I pick her up by her ass and she locks her legs even tighter around me. I make it to the oven to turn it off and then head straight to my bedroom.
I throw her on the bed and chuck my glasses and beanie on the dresser.
