And like the good girl she is, Jordie comes, soaking the front of my pants with her release as her heel digs into my ass. “So good,” she whispers. “God, so fucking good.”
I smile in satisfaction and pepper kisses over her jaw and cheek as she quivers against me. She turns her head and bites down on my bottom lip, hard, sucking it into her mouth while small noises ofpleasure continue to spill from her. Fuck, she is fierce, and I want to see that many more times.
Her sucking slows and finally stops as her body begins to come down from the high of orgasm. Then she releases my lip and kisses me sweetly, like she hadn’t just bitten me like a lion with a juicy steak.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, and her answering smile is serene.
“Never better.” She looks between us at the tented cloth over my erection. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
Yes, yes, a million times, yes, my body screams. If my cock was a person, he’d be waving his hand in the air and yelling that he volunteers as tribute.
But the words I actually speak come from a place deep within. A place that’s a better man than my body’s response would have you think.
“I would love nothing more, but I think we should talk about this tomorrow.” I soften the denial with tender kisses against her mouth. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”
Her eyes dart down again before meeting mine. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely not, but it’s the right thing to do.”
They say the hardest words to say areI’m sorry, but whatever dumbass came up with that never had a beanstalk jutting out from their body while they had to deny a very willing woman from getting on her knees for them.
She nods, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she lowers her leg to the ground. I hold her waist to steady her because her knees seem a little wobbly. Score one for my ego.
“I have to work out in the morning before I go to lunch with Kam.”
I take her hand and lead her to the interconnecting door between our rooms. “The gym is on the second floor.” It’s hard to believe we’re having a normal conversation about the workout room after what just happened, but there’s a comfort that’s developed between us.
Stepping into her room, she turns and looks at me over her shoulder, and I can’t stop myself from whirling her around and kissing her one more time. This one is slower, less heated than what we did against the wall, and Jordie’s hands find my hair once again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says when we break the kiss.
I brush my knuckles down the softness of her cheek, and her eyes seem to have sobered a bit. “I want you to think about what we talked about and if it’s what you really want, Jordie. This isn’t something to rush into.”
Her hand strokes down my red-and-white polka-dot tie. “I know. You too. I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you.”
I’m not sure how to tell hershe’snot the one pressuring me. It’s my insistent cock that’s throbbing behind my zipper doing all the talking. I really need to do something about that.
So after she closes the door separating our rooms, I quickly strip down to my underwear and collapse back onto the bed. My hand goes instantly into my dark-blue boxer briefs, my fingers wrapping around my length.
“Fuck me,” I groan as quietly as I can, shoving my underwear down around my thighs until my cock is standing proudly at attention. I shuttle my hand up and down, up and down, my flickering thoughts on the woman in the room next door. And every single thought is filthy.
The image of her beneath me as I push into her for the first time morphs into me on my knees in front of her. I can almost taste her pussy on my tongue, and my hand moves faster as my own natural lubricant drips down my shaft to smooth the glide. When the final image flashes into my brain—Jordie’s full lips stretched around my girth—I lose it, pumping my hips up to meet my fist.
With my free hand, I reach for my pants and pull them closer, locating the wet spot Jordie left on the front of them and bringing it to my nose. If there’s such a thing as a nose-gasm, I have one. She smells like my favorite meal. Then I place my parted lips over the evidence of her desire and inhale through my mouth, tasting the essence of her. I would kill to have her riding my face right now.
My grunts are animalistic, and I do my best to keep them as quiet as possible. “Fuck. Yes, baby. Take every fucking inch.”
I spill over my hand, hot liquid spurting from the end of my cock. The release feels better than anything I’ve experienced in years. But as I lay panting on the bed, covered in my own cum, that feeling is quickly overpowered by guilt and shame.
Jordie’s so much younger than me. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her. I shouldn’t be entertaining her… proposition.
Rising from the bed, I go into the luxurious bathroom and stare at my face in the mirror. Would I ever be able to look at myself again if I follow through with what she wants?
On the flip side, would I be able to meet Jordie’s eyes if I told her no? If I told her to find someone else to take her virginity? The thought of it turns my stomach. I can’t even imagine someone else between her thighs.
What if they’re not gentle with her? What if they don’t take their time and make sure she’s okay? What if they don’t treat her with the respect she deserves?
I grit my teeth as I go to the shower and turn on the hot water, promising to think long and hard about it once I get in bed.
