15. Jim

Jim

I spent the entire evening brooding about Jordan going out with her ex-husband. It was weird the way she'd never mentioned that she'd been married. By now I thought we'd shared our life stories, but maybe not.

I'd never felt jealousy in my life, but tonight it was burning in my gut like acid. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see her. I headed over to her apartment just before ten, hoping that she was home. Alone.

A light was shining through the drapes at the front of the apartment, which I took as a good sign. I rang the bell, then leaned against the door jam, trying to look casual. Jordan looked through the peephole, then opened the door wearing a tank top and baggy sleep shorts. Her red hair was in a messy bun on top of her head.

"This is how you open the door?" I asked. "Wearing that outfit?"

She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, which made her nipples press against the fabric. "Excuse me?"

I sighed.

"I mean, can I come in for a few minutes?" I looked over her shoulder. "If you're alone, I mean."

She rolled her eyes and stepped away from the door to let me in.

"Well, I'm in the middle of giving my ex-husband a blow job, but you're welcome to come in and wait until I'm finished."

I stilled. "Really?"

Then my head lurched forward as Jordan smacked me on the back of the head.

"Did someone drop you on your head as a baby? Jesus."

She stalked past me into the living room and I followed her.

"I can't believe you hit me," I whined like a big wuss.

"I can't believe you showed up at my house in the middle of the night trying to see if I was fucking around with my ex who I told you is married to another woman."

"I know you're old compared to me," I teased, "but most people don't consider ten to be the middle of the night."

She whipped around and gave me a glare that could melt paint. "Why are you here exactly?"

"For this."

I stalked forward, grabbing her upper arms, and claiming her mouth with my own. Jordan melted immediately, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her tongue tangled with mine almost aggressively and I walked her backward until she bumped up against a wall. Placing my hands on either side of her head, I caged her in, grinding my hips against hers as I continued kissing her. My cock was hard as a rock.

Jordan turned her head, catching her breath, and I licked my way down the side of her neck. When I took her skin between my teeth, she pushed on my shoulders.

"Don't you dare mark me," she scolded. "I'm way too old for hickeys."

I cupped the side of her face with my hand and met her hot gaze. "Have you been a good girl for me, Jordan? Did you save that sweet pussy for me?"

She slid out from between my body and the wall, huffing in annoyance. "I don't know who you think you are, mister, but you need to get over yourself with that alpha attitude."

"I think I'm the man who's going to make you come so hard you'll forget your own name," I said slowly. Deliberately. "Several times."

Jordan slammed her hands on her hips, the motion making her tits bounce beneath her thin tank top. "I think I liked jokester Jim better."

I stalked closer to her. "I think you like to be challenged, actually, at least outside of work."

"You're ridiculous."

"Am I?" I asked, moving closer. "Or am I just what you need?"

Some part of me was shocked that I was acting like this. I'd never acted this way in my entire life. Yet, I couldn't help it, the thought of Jordan with another man had made me completely feral. I placed my hands on her shoulders, holding her close but otherwise not touching her.

"Do you know how hard it's been, working with you, knowing how good you taste, and not being able to do a damned thing about it?" I asked. "Every time I drive that forklift around a corner and see you, every time you call me over to give me an assignment, I just want to drop to my knees…"

I dropped to my knees, and Jordan's jaw dropped in surprise.

"Pull down your pants."

I slid her sleep shorts down, finding her bare beneath them, then tapped her ankles to open her legs, hiding a smile when she obeyed my unspoken command.

"And do this."

I gripped her pussy lips and gently spread them apart so I could slide my tongue inside. I licked up her folds, slowly at first, then picking up speed. She was wet before I got there, and it didn't take too much attention before she was dripping with arousal.

"I want to fuck you with my tongue like I did by the river that day," I continued my little speech, "licking your sweet cunt until you come all over my mouth, screaming my name so everyone in that damned factory knows that you're mine."

I gave her a long, rough stroke of my tongue, making her moan.

"Mine!" I repeated.

Then I thrust my tongue inside her.