Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Jordy

“I like your sisters.” Lola does a shitty job covering her mouth to stifle a yawn as she loads the last of the dinnerware into my dishwasher.

“They like you.” It’s almost midnight, and they’ve just left. “C’mere.” I lean against the kitchen cabinets, widening my legs for her to stand between, and beckon her to me.

Slamming the dishwasher door closed, she walks the three short steps so I can pull her against me.

Resting her hands on my chest, she pushes up to her tiptoes, and I meet her somewhere in the middle so we can kiss.

It’s weird how comfortable we are with each other. It’s maddening, fucking terrible, and incredible all at the same time.

We make sense.

“Thank you for everything, Jordy. It was a lovely evening.”

“I can make it even better?” I say suggestively and throw her an irresistible grin. It’s late, I’m running on empty, but for her, I would do anything.

Receiving the message loud and clear, she fists my Henley and nips at my lips like a woman possessed. “Make me forget my day, Jordan.”

Calling me by my full name is rare for her, and when she does it makes my dick thicken.

Every. Fucking. Time.

“Strip for me.” I slide my fingers inside the waistband of her yoga pants. “Take these off. Take everything off.” I drop my lips to her neck, licking and nibbling the spot behind her ear that drives her wild and makes her orgasms more intense.

Mid-kiss, her wall of warmth leaves me cold when she steps back, looking at me with desire burning in her eyes hot enough to melt asphalt.

Fuck, yeah, she’s always so willing to please.

Pulling her sweater over her head, revealing she isn’t wearing a bra, has me freeing my dick from the joggers I changed into before dinner, tugging on it to relieve the painful throbbing in my groin.

Licking her lips, her gaze drops to my cock.

“Like what you see, baby?” I ask.

She steps forward, but I stop her in her tracks and wave my finger side to side. “Uh, uh, uh. Pants off.” I point to them. “Then up on all fours.” I slap the marble top of the kitchen island behind me, pushing my joggers down my hips and off my legs.

“You want me up there?” She points with her chin, and at the same time, kicks off her leggings, leaving her standing in her buttercup yellow lace thong that accentuates her hourglass shape that I’m utterly obsessed with. Fucking exquisite.

About to take her panties off, I stop her. “Leave them on. That’s my job.”

Walking barefoot toward me, she holds my gaze, then pulls herself up on the island effortlessly.

I make light work of my top, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor as I groan, while stroking my cock at the sight of Lola on all fours wiggling her ass in my face like I told her to.

“I think you liked it tonight when I said I was going to spank your fine ass.”

“I did.” She pants.

Fucking panting already.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“For you, yes, Jordy.” I love how she isn’t afraid to tell me how she feels. It’s thrilling.

“Do I have your consent to let me spank you?” I haven’t even touched her yet, but I can see the wet spot on her panties.

“Yes, sir.”

This girl is going to be the death of me and my dick.

Voice low and demanding, I growl, because I’m seconds away from turning feral. “Explain to me what happened tonight.” I run my fingertips up her outer thighs, making all the tiny hairs on her body rise.

“Tonight?” Lola looks back over her shoulder, confusion lining her forehead. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

Gliding my hand up her thigh, I rub her ass with the full palm of my hand in a circle, once, twice, then I spank it lightly, making her yelp and arch her back.

Soothing my hand over the pinkened spot, I rub it to ease the sting. “Think about it, baby.”

“I… I…”

“Wrong answer.” I spank her again, slightly harder this time, her whimper making my dick leak with precum.

The damp patch of her panties growing wetter by the second.

I stick my face between her thighs, running my nose up and down, inhaling the musky smell of her arousal, and tongue her through the thin fabric.

“Jordy,” she cries out.

Digging my fingers into the soft skin of her ass, I ask her again. “What did I tell you to wear the next time you come to my game?”

“Your jersey.” Moaning, she widens her legs, talking quickly. “I wasn’t wearing your jersey.”

“Good girl.” I reward her, hooking my finger inside the slither of fabric, I pull them to the side before pushing my tongue into her tight pussy. I lick my thumb, then use my saliva to rim her back hole with it.

“Oh.” Sounding surprised, she jerks away, but I pull her back and spear her pussy with my tongue.

“Never been touched here before?” I press a bit harder, circling her puckered hole with my thumb.

“No, but it feels…” Pausing for a moment, she adds, “Good.”

I grin and lick her front to back, spreading her ass cheeks to eat her pussy, the tip of my nose tickling her tight knot of muscle.

Her juices flooding my tongue tells me she is enjoying it. The way she’s bucking her hips, desperate to fuck, makes me not want to play nice, so I stop what I’m doing, and she lets out of deep guttural groan of frustration.

Squeezing her ass cheek, I rub it, her pink wet pussy teasing me to lick it again. “So tell me, Lola. Will you ever wear another player’s jersey again?”

“Eh, what?”

I lift my hand off her ass and spank her flesh even harder this time, encouraging the blood to the surface, which I know will be making every sensation in her body come alive, edging her to the point of no return. She’ll be coming all over my dick like a rocket in record time.

“I need an answer, baby.”

“No.” Her juices leak out of her pussy, but I want her dripping all over her thighs for me because I’m a greedy bastard.

“Are you sure about that?” Another spank has her flesh pinkening just the way I like it.

Whimpering, she lets out a long moan, wiggling on her knees, squeezing her thighs together as if she’s trying to get some relief. “Yes, sir. I promise but I need to come.”

I push her thighs apart and slap her pretty pussy.

“I’m so close, Jordy,” she cries out, bowing her back.

I’ve barely touched her, but she’s so responsive. “You will come when I tell you to.” I slap the fleshier part of her ass again.

“Jordy,” she moans, making more precum bead at the tip of my dick.

“Such a pretty pussy.” I dive between her legs like a man starved and flick her clit and push one, then two fingers into her soaked pussy.

“What do you say? I need to come…”

“Please?”

“It’s not a question,” I grit through my clenched jaw.

Lifting my hand off her ass, I slap her butt cheek. The power behind this one fills the room with the thwack noise followed by Lola’s loud moans. I’m going to explode any minute.

“Please, sir, let me come.”

I grin, pleased at how she takes instruction so fucking well.

“Good girl.” I kiss the pink flesh of her ass and rub it gently. “Turn over.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. She’s on her back and I’m slipping her panties off, positioning her legs over my shoulders and lining the head of my aching cock to her dripping entrance. Lola doesn’t hesitate, pushing herself desperately onto my dick.

“Now come,” I demand as I slam myself inside of her.