J O R D A N
“What’s your safe word?”
I raised my brows, not expecting his question to bring so much excitement to the surface.
“I— I don’t have one,” I mumbled.
“Well, pick one. But choose wisely, you only have one chance,” he said, pressing me into the wall and trailing kisses down my neck, my dress riding up higher and higher.
Unable to concentrate, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
Pretty Boy looked up at me and showed off his dimples with a panty dropping smile.
“I like it,” he said, wiggling his brows.
A moan escaped my lips when he kissed the sweet spot under my ear, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. I buried my face in his neck as he walked off, kissing and sucking his skin.
I shrieked when he threw me on his massive bed, before he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor.
Yes, it definitely looks better there.
I looked back up and moaned a little when I saw his naked chest. I was so going to lick those abs tonight.
Pretty Boy smirked and walked up to me, hovering over me as he grabbed my jaw with force.
“Do you like it rough, Baby?” he said and I moaned in response.
His grip tightened.
“Use your words,” he demanded and I swallowed.
“Yes,” I answered confidently.
“Good,” he said and I saw a twinkle in his eyes, increasing my curiosity about the things he was going to do to me. Exactly how rough were we talking?
He released my jaw and started his attack on my neck, sliding the straps of my dress off as he went. The feeling of his lips on mine, and his hands slowly taking off my dress, had me squirming underneath him.
When the fabric got past my breasts, he pulled it off in one go, before it joined his shirt on the floor.
I gasped when his mouth closed over my nipple, his free hand massaging the other, and I arched my back, feeling the tingle in my lower abdomen growing.
I moaned louder when one of his hands grabbed the tiny bit of fabric that was my thong, and ripped it off, leaving me completely bare for him.
“Spread your legs, Baby,” he said and I did as I was told, the cool air of the room brushing against my core as I widened my legs.
He sat back up, his eyes trailing from my face to my pussy, and I blushed. I was proud of my body, but laying there, naked, exposed to a stranger, made me want to cover up.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Pretty Boy hovered over me again and pinned my hands above my head.
“I am going to worship you tonight, but don’t expect me to be gentle,” he cooed and I swallowed. I need him to do something, like, now.
I nodded quickly and he smirked before crashing his mouth on mine, pushing his tongue past my lips and practically fucking my mouth with his. His approach was almost aggressive, and for a second I was debating if it had been a good idea to go home with him, but then he softly caressed his fingers over my naked breasts, and the thought was quickly pushed to the back of my mind.
I moaned, raising my hips, desperate for him to touch me already.
One of his hands trailed down my stomach and I gasped when he pushed two fingers inside me.
“Oh, god,” I cried and I closed my eyes. He moved his fingers in and out, finally giving me what I wanted.
I was vaguely aware of the fact that he was watching me, looking at the effect his movements had on me.
Every thrust with his fingers was rougher and I felt the muscles in my core tighten, way too fast for my liking, but oh, well.
“Yes! Yes!” I moaned, and I took a deep breath, preparing for the euphoric feeling to wash over me.
Just when I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out of me, and before I could protest, he shoved them deep in my mouth, almost making me gag.
“Suck,” he commanded and I did, tasting myself on my tongue.
I arched my back off the bed and hummed against his fingers, the build up to my denied orgasm rapidly fading.
He pulled his fingers from my lips, but only after I pressed my teeth in them and he chuckled before licking them himself.
“Don’t move,” he said and he slowly went down, sucking and biting my skin on his way.
I gasped when he took a nipple in his mouth, squeezing my breasts hard, adding pleasurable pain.
“Fuck,” I breathed, grabbing the pillow behind my head and balling my fists, clutching the fabric.
Pretty Boy continued his journey down, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses as he went.
He hummed against my lower stomach and stopped.
I opened my eyes, frowning.
“What’s this?” he said and he licked the ‘bite me’ tattoo on my groin. I chuckled as he lightly bit the skin. I got that ridiculous tattoo as a joke when I turned twenty-one.
I moaned as he kissed the inside of each thigh, bringing his lips closer to my pussy and I arched my back slightly.
“What do you want, Baby?” he said before blowing air against my core, shooting another bolt of pleasure through me.
“I want you to fuck me with your mouth,” I said, trying to press my thighs together to release some pressure.
He roughly pulled my legs apart and pinned them against the bed, making me grateful for the daily morning yoga I tried to do.
“I told you not to move,” he said firmly.
“Are you going to punish me now?” I asked and I rolled my lower lip between my teeth.
A mischievous sparkle appeared in his eyes and I hated to admit that it turned me one even more.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said and he dived in between my legs, attracting a loud gasp from my lips as he flattened his tongue over my sensitive nub.
“God, Jesus!” I moaned.
As if they were going to save me now.
His hands caressed my hip bones and moved back, grabbing my ass. His tongue dipped into me as he squeezed my ass just as hard as he did my breasts earlier, and I felt the pressure building again.
“Yes! Right there!” I moaned and I rolled my hips against his face,
I was seconds away from my release, feeling the sparks in my chest, shooting in every direction.
“Fuck! Don’t stop!” I cried, but again, he stopped right before the finale. “What the fuck?” I whined and pretty boy looked up.
This was all a game to him, teasing me, playing with me.
“Patience, Baby,” he said, licking his lips as he stood up, standing at the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees.”
I was torn. I really wanted to lick those abs and suck his dick, but a part of me wanted to deny him all pleasure.
I got on my knees, tucking my feet under my ass and tilting my head a tiny bit down, remembering that video I watched last week, the random hour that I was suddenly researching everything BDSM.
“Good girl,” he said, and I had to hold in my eye roll. His fingers grazed my jaw, lifting my head. “But you can touch me.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
I grabbed the top of his slacks and pulled him closer, licking all the way from the sexy v-line, up until his chest, dipping my tongue in the grooves of his muscles.
“How long have you been wanting to do that?” he chuckled and I looked up.
“Since you took off your shirt,” I admitted as I undid his belt.
He caressed the side of my face and I pushed down his slacks and boxers, gulping when I was met with his erection.
Not sure how I was going to fit that inside me, but we’ll make it work.
I looked up at him as I stuck out my tongue and licked the pre cum off his tip. He closed his eyes and hummed at the sensation.
I grabbed the base with one hand, his hip with the other, closing my lips around his length and started to suck.
This is the moment, Jordan. We haven’t done this in a while, but he’s fucking handsome and we need to hear that complement we all know we want to hear.
I took him as deep as possible and moved one hand to his balls, lightly massaging them as I continued to lick and suck.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing himself in even more.
Tears appeared in my eyes but I ignored them, the gag reflex not kicking in yet.
I felt him tense, so I pulled back, trying to fuck up his orgasm as much as he had mine.
He didn’t say anything, instead, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me back on the bed, my chest flush to the sheets.
“Lift your ass, Baby,” he said and I got on my knees, arching my back. Let’s go!
I heard the rip of a condom packet and a few seconds later his tip was at my entrance.
“I’ll let you adjust, but after that I’m going to fuck you hard, okay?”
“Out loud, Baby,” he added.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, placed the other on my waist, and he slowly pushed in. He had prepared me well, because I didn’t feel any pain, just a little resistance.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and I moaned when he filled me to the hilt.
He started to pick up his pace, slapping into me harder with every thrust, pushing my face into the bed.
“Oh my god!” I moaned, the angle doing everything for me. I shrieked softly when his hand made contact with my ass and arched my back even more. He repeated that a few more times, spanking me harder every time, testing me how far he could go.
My orgasm was building rapidly, my body wanting a release as fast as it could, nervous that he was going to deny me again.
But he wasn’t.
“Yes! Fuck!” I gasped, filling my lungs with as much air as I could. He pushed harder, reaching the right spot every time, and the best orgasm of my life washed over me, the reason he kept denying me becoming crystal clear.
“Oh, yes!” I yelled out as he continued to thrust into me, riding out my release and chasing his own. His thrust became sloppy and after a few seconds, he tensed, filling to condom.
My legs gave out and he collapsed on top of me, both of us out of breath and sweaty. He was still inside me, pulsating and hot, his fingers drawing small circles on my shoulder.
After a few minutes, he got up and trashed the condom.
I flipped over, closing my eyes as I was still trying to catch my breath. The bed shifted and I could feel him beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against his chest.
It seemed like a weird and romantic gesture, but I couldn’t care less. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent and closed my eyes.
“You’re good,” I mumbled softly against his chest and he chuckled.
It only took a few seconds for me to drift off to sleep.
I woke up the next day with one of the worst hangovers of my life. I groaned when I tried to open one eye, the room bathing in sunlight, doing nothing for my headache.
I adjusted to the brightness, slowly opening my eyes and looked around. I was lying in a light room with white walls, large, floor to ceiling windows and grey curtains. The room seemed a little empty, lacking a personal touch. I rolled over and faced the opposite wall to the door, staring at a huge poster, the only thing hanging on the walls.
It was black and white, the silhouette of a woman laying on her back covering most of it. I cocked my head to the side. It was a very artistic and sexy poster, but not in an inappropriate, trashy way.
I remembered almost everything from the night before, all of it slowly coming back to me.
“Good morning, Baby.” I heard behind me and I raised my brows. Baby?
I turned around and looked at the man approaching me. God, he was just as handsome as the night before, maybe even more, with his messy, morning hair.
He was wearing boxers and sweatpants, the top of his underwear visible above the waistband of his grey sweats.
“Morning, Pretty Boy,” I said, my voice groggy.
He chuckled and sat down on the bed.
It was then that I realized that someone had pulled the white covers over me. Or did I do that myself?
“Do you want breakfast?” he said and I looked at his groin, making him chuckle before he continued. “As in, food?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” I answered.
“Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen.”
He walked out and I leaned my elbows on the bed, supporting my head in my hands as I watched his perfect ass.
When he left I sat up, stretching and yawning.
I stood up and picked up my ripped thong, rolling my eyes and throwing it back on the floor. Useless.
Ripping clothes was fun in the moment, but not very practical the next morning.
I picked up his dress shirt and pulled it on, partly buttoning it up.
Only when I walked into the kitchen and smelled bacon, I realized how hungry I was. I leaned against the kitchen island and observed Pretty Boy as he moved through the kitchen.
“Coffee?” he asked without turning around, and I almost nodded even though he couldn’t see me.
“Yes, thank you,” I said.
He poured me a cup and handed it to me. I placed it on the island behind me, letting it cool off instead of burning my mouth.
The silence was comfortable, the only sound being the sizzle of the bacon in the pan, and the clattering of the spatula.
His kitchen was just as big and modern as the rest of the apartment, making me wonder if he actually lived here. Normal people had at least one picture, somewhere in the apartment, right?
We had breakfast at the kitchen bar, stuffing our faces with bacon and eggs, talking about random stuff, not using any names or specific details.
After breakfast, I walked back to his bedroom, unbuttoning the shirt.
I smelled him before I heard him.
Pretty Boy pushed the fabric off my shoulders and brushed his lips against my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck, looking at me in the mirror in front of us.
“Hmm.” I hummed and he started to nibble on my neck, taking my breasts in his hands. I felt his erection poking in my back as one of his hands moved lower and lower.
My breath hitched in my throat as he went, and I could feel the wetness between my legs already building.
He had a special way with his hands and mouth, making my legs feel like jelly after a few seconds of him touching me.
“Open,” he cooed in my ear and I widened my stance, giving him more access.
His fingers moved between my folds, dipping into my entrance to coat his fingers, before he rubbed them over and around my clit.
A loud moan escaped my lips and I grabbed one of my breasts, massaging it like Pretty Boy had done yesterday, as he did the same to the other, still watching me in the mirror.
“Do you like that?” he said and I nodded.
The hand that was previously rubbing my nipple shot up, and grabbed my throat.
“Baby,” he warned.
“Yes,” I said and he kept his hand on my throat as his fingers kept rubbing the bundle of nerves.
“Do you want me to go faster?” he said and I moaned in response.
“Yes, please,” I said and he chuckled.
His fingers moved faster and faster, my orgasm building at a fast pace.
I was half expecting him to stop, and deny me again like he did last night, but he kept going.
“Come, Baby. I want you to soak my fingers.”
I screamed a moan when I came, the feeling bursting through me and making my legs wobbly. I covered his fingers in my juices, like he told me to, and held my breath, tensing my muscles as I orgasmed.
When I came back down from my high, he caught me before my legs could give out.
I turned around and looked up at him with hooded eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his chest.
“You know,” I said sleepy, “I’m all dirty now.”
Pretty Boy chuckled again and walked us to his en suite bathroom, placing me on the edge of a large bathtub.
“You can choose,” he said as he took off his clothes. “Sex in the shower or sex in the bath.”
I looked at the bath behind me, before directing my gaze to the large walk-in shower.