“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make this agreement work for both of us.”
Niall
Jordan comes back into the living room with the cake, as I’m patiently waiting on the sofa. She’s taken off her shoes, and let down her hair. But her dress is still in the wrong place: on her body.
It doesn’t seem very gentlemanly of me to say it like that, so I try to find the best way to invite her to take it off as quickly as possible.
“Let’s play a game.”
“A game?” she asks, curious.
“Let’s do everything backwards.”
“What are you on about?”
I move across the sofa and rest my hands against the armrest behind her head, trapping her between the cushions.
“Let’s work backwards through dinner.”
The corners of her mouth lift into a smile.
“I want to start with dessert.”
She nods, slowly.
“And I’d be perfectly happy not to bother with the other courses, either.”
I bend down towards her neck and brush against her with my lips. I nibble her gently, excited by the sensation of her hot skin. Jordan sighs and moves on the sofa, as I slide down to her collarbone and squeeze her breasts with my hands. She lets her head fall back, her lips parted, her breathing heavy. She’s ready to let herself go. I quickly slip down to her hips, pulling away just far enough to grab her ankles and stretch her out on the sofa. I lift her dress and pull down her underwear, pressing lightly against her thighs, inviting her to open her legs for me. She lifts herself onto her elbows and watches me, her cheeks in flames and her eyes deep and clear; she can’t wait any longer. She wants to feel me, to know how much I want her. I bend down between her legs, caressing her slowly with my tongue, pressing against her thighs to keep them apart. I suck and kiss her labia, before licking her again, gently, letting the taste of her wash over me.
I help her hook her legs over my shoulders, then gently move my fingers into her; Jordan lets herself fall back into the cushions as I play with her heat. She grabs at the armrest behind her. I push slowly into her, deeply, my tongue still playing with her clit. Her fingers lace themselves anxiously into my hair, pulling me into her.
I shove my fingers in deeper, devouring her; I’m starving. She moves against my face, my insatiable tongue never letting up. Her groans spur me on – I won’t stop until I’ve heard my name vibrating desperately from her lips. I bring one hand down to the button of my jeans, undoing them quickly and sliding my hand inside. I grab my dick, playing slowly with it; when I hear her call my name, followed by a long, sensual moan, I almost come into my own hand.
I lift myself up, letting her hands slip from my hair, before moving up the sofa to press my mouth against hers. My hand is still wrapped around my hardness. I kiss her, and her tongue moves around my mouth in longing; her hands move back to my hair, and I reach for her breasts. I pull away from her and Jordan opens her eyes, her gaze falling immediately onto my erection.
She lifts herself up and kneels, pushing me back against the sofa. I stretch myself out; I only realise too late what she’s about to do. I haven’t had the chance to prepare myself, mentally or physically, for the idea of her mouth wrapped around my dick. I should have realised what she meant when she started talking about equal opportunities.
The immediate effect is devastating, because her mouth itself is devastating; not to mention her tongue and the way she moves it; not to mention the excitement of what I’ve just done to her, of still being able to taste her in my mouth.
I let Jordan do whatever she wants to me and my trusty companion – I’m hers now, totally infatuated. I’m overpowered, enchanted. I’m completely fucked. All I can think about is her heat; my dick sliding in and out of her mouth; her hair splayed out across my stomach. I’m on the brink of orgasm, with no chance of slowing it down. I move my hips towards her, possessed by a burning desire within me. I need to come, now: to dive head-first into my own, personal devastation.
I move against her for a second before letting myself go entirely. I enjoy every moment, suffocating on my own breath.
Jordan lifts herself up slowly, brushing the hair back from her face. Her expression is predatory: someone who won’t leave you alive after she’s got what she wants from you. And I really hope that’s the case – because I’d have no idea what to do with myself if she ever realised that she’d be better off with a nerd like the Hulk, before he goes green.
“No one knows how to make an agreement like you, Headmistress.”
She smirks, satisfied.
“And no one knows how to sign a contract like you, Kerry.”
I’d accept all her terms and conditions. The small print doesn’t faze me anymore; whatdoesfaze me is this expiration date we have looming over us. I’m scared that it’s approaching too quickly. I’m scared I won’t be ready to face it.
I hold out another piece of cake, which she eats right out of my hand. I bend down to steal another chocolate-covered kiss from her.
“I didn’t realise you had such a sweet tooth,” she teases.
To be honest, Jordan, I’ve never had a sweet tooth – but I don’t know if you’d believe that now. So I decide to keep that confession to myself.
