I push out and suck in oxygen like I’ve just run the Houston Marathon, holding myself up with one hand against the tiles. Jordie stands, wipes a dribble of saliva from her chin, and fucking smirks.
“How was that, Coach Hale?” she asks sweetly.
I pin her with a glare and step into her, crowding her body against the line of jets spewing water against her back. “Like you’re not fully aware you just blew my mind, McNamara.”
The bite of her white teeth into that bottom lip, puffy from her cock-sucking, tells me she’s quite pleased with herself. “I could have kept going, sir.”
My breathing stutters at that last word. I’d never been into thatsirshit, but I’d be a damn liar if I didn’t admit I liked it from Jordie. I’m discovering I like a lot of things with her. I kiss her with slow, easy licks and brushes of tongues and lips before pulling back.
“Sweetheart, I was about to blow the back of your head off with my orgasm. I’ve already come once, and now it’s your turn.” Not tomention, a release of the magnitude I was feeling would probably render my dick useless for at least a few hours. And I needed to take care of my girl.
Reaching for the fresh washcloth on the warm hanging bar, I add some face wash to it and clean Jordie’s exquisite face, washing away the saliva and tears. She lets me, and that makes my heart soar. My mom always told me I was the most nurturing of my brothers, and I guess she’s right because nothing makes me happier than taking care of those I love.
Wait… love?Did I just think that word inside my brain? I thought that emotion was dead to me, at least in the romantic sense. But something pulls at my insides every time I’m with Jordie. It’s more than her beauty. It’s her kindness and her strength. Her passion and her humor.
Yeah, I’m definitely in deeper than I should have allowed with this woman, but I’m not sure I can stop it now. I’m officially falling for Jordie McNamara.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Nothing,” I say, rinsing the suds from her face. “Just thinking.”
“Did it hurt?”
I press my lips to her smartass mouth, just one more thing to like about her.
Then I drag my index finger along the edge of her jaw, from one side to the other. “In your list of things you want to add to your naughty playbook, I believe you mentioned rough sex. Is that something you’re interested in trying tonight?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. I adore her boldness. She’s still relatively new to sex, and yet she wants to explore so many things. With me. Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift her, and she squeals. “Phoenix, I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not heavy,” I insist, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist. “I love that you’re not a tiny wisp, but trust me, I can handle you.”
“But can I handle you?” she asks with a pop of one eyebrow.
“That remains to be seen, but you’ve done a pretty damn good job so far.”
She rocks against my length, slicking me with her juices as her armsband around my neck. “I like being with you,” she says, her eyes holding mine with a vulnerability I can practically feel.
I rest my forehead against hers and inhale her breaths. “I like being with you too.” The heat of her cunt on my bare cock has me asking for something I have no right to ask. But I do it anyway. “Are you on birth control?”
“I have an IUD,” she replies, and I feel relieved at her answer. Oral contraceptives can fail if the person misses one or is on medication that might affect it. I have a four-year-old who is living proof of that.
Jordie swirls her opening over the head of my erection, andJesus, I have no idea how I’m supposed to have a conversation when she does that.
But I rally. “I can go get a condom if you want, but I get tested twice a year as part of the company’s preventative health care program. The last time was four months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone except you since then.”
Or for quite a while before that.
She pauses, thinking about it for a long while before saying, “That seems very intimate for two people just scratching an itch.”
“And what if I want more than itch scratching?” I ask. I’ve built walls around myself, walls I thought were impenetrable until Jordie started chipping away at them, like I’m a prisoner, and she’s trying to help me break out of my self-imposed cell. I hold her gaze, my face serious. “I want to feel all of you, raw and without anything between us, but it’s your decision, sweetheart.”
“You want more?” she asks, and I do my best not to nod like a bobblehead figure.
“I’ve built walls around myself, walls I thought were impenetrable until you started chipping away at them. It’s like I’m a prisoner, and you’re breaking me out of my self-imposed cell.” I touch her face softly. “So yes, I want more, Jordie. If you don’t right now, I underst—” My words are cut off when she sinks down onto my cock.
“I want more too,” is her simple reply. Well the words are simple, but the meaning is much more—a complicated thing that affects more than just the two of us. Though with her slickness hugging me, I’m not sure I can have a coherent conversation about it right now.
Gripping Jordie’s hips, I slide her up and down my length, both ofus groaning at the satisfying sensation. “You feel perfect,” I tell her, “but I want to take you from behind.”
