Chapter 35

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Lola

Jordy didn’t run a mile in the opposite direction like I thought he might.

Instead, he’s kissing me like it’s the last kiss of a soldier heading into battle. Which is what I feel like I’ve been doing every day since my father died.

It’s been the hardest year of my life, and Jordy is one of the best things to have come out of it.

He feels the same as I do.

I feel everything, everywhere.

With his lips on mine, his hand cupping the back of my neck to deepen our kiss, this man is making it impossible for me to imagine being like this with anyone but him.

Every touch of his is intense and potent. Each lick of his tongue against mine, addictive.

Pulling my top with his name on it up over my head, he breaks our kiss before his lips are back on mine again. Unhurried, he kneads my breasts, pinching my nipples through the royal blue lace fabric of my bra to make them hard.

I let out a moan when he pinches them harder before his hands move to the clasp, allowing him to remove my bra completely.

Leaning down, he licks my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, and rolling my other one between his expert fingers.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, feeling a rush of arousal between my legs.

“Does that make you wet for me?”

“Everything you do makes me wet, Jordan,” I say on a low breathy moan, clawing at his tie to remove it. “Take this off, take it all off.” I love his body. It’s powerful and athletic, each muscle defined as if carved from the finest of marble. I can’t keep my hands off him.

Heading north, he kisses the valley between my boobs, licking his way up my chest, nipping at the skin of my neck, before moving to the area he knows I love behind my ear.

He stands to his full height, takes his tie off, then unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt before pulling it up over his head in that sexy way he does, which makes me melt into a puddle.

Torturing me, he takes his time to unbuckle his belt, letting his dress pants fall to sit on his hips, revealing he’s not wearing any boxers.

His mouth quirks up to the side because he can probably smell how turned on I am.

Our bodies don’t just crave one another, they complement each other like chocolate and strawberries, honey and tea, milk and cookies.

We just work.

Moving to the button of his pants, he undoes it, then slowly lowers the zip to reveal the well-trimmed sprinkle of hair that leads from his belly button down to his already hard cock.

Muscles flexing, he lets them drop to the floor and steps out of them, pulling off his socks and pushing his clothes aside with his foot.

Standing wide, he begins fisting himself slowly.

“Off.” He points to my jeans, then cups his balls as he continues to fuck himself with his hand.

Peeling them from my body, I’m left standing in only my delicate royal blue thong with the tiny yellow bows on each hip that match my bra.

“You’re wearing my team colors.” The corners of his mouth lift as if pleased with my choice of lingerie.

“I’m your biggest fan, Jordan Miller.” I twirl a lock of hair around my finger.

Staring at his thick length, I lick my lips in anticipation. I want him inside me, but I want to taste him first.

I drop to my knees before him.

He grins down at me. “Will you let me fuck your face, pretty girl?”

I run my hands up his firm thighs, making the hairs on his legs stand to attention, and I nod. “Yes.”

Still holding onto his cock, he taps the head against my lips and I push my tongue out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip. I groan as my body comes alive, every nerve tingling with excitement at being with him again.

“Open,” he commands, stroking himself back and forth.

I drop my mouth open and stick out my tongue for him to rub himself against.

When he removes his hand from his shaft, I take over and suck him into my mouth, gagging when he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good.”

He places both of his hands on either side of my head and fucks my mouth, thrusting hard, bucking against my lips with wild abandon.

Circling the head of his cock with my tongue, I struggle to breathe around his length. Drool spills from my lips because I can’t swallow.

Jordy grows harder with each stroke, and I try to take him deeper, moaning at how turned on I am getting, my panties now soaked through with arousal.

“Fucking look at the way you take me, dirty girl.” His fingers root into my hair, holding me in place.

I groan in response, liking how rough he’s being with me.

“Yeah, suck it. Just like that.” His relentless thrusts make me gag, sending tears spilling down my face, which only seems to add to our enjoyment.

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

Hungry for more, I suck him until he’s almost on the verge of orgasm. “Fuck, shit, fuck.” He pulls himself out of my mouth and grabs himself at the base of his cock, squeezing hard to stop himself from coming.

Arching his neck, he’s panting hard, his chest moving in and out, every inch of him covered in a faint sheen of perspiration. “Up against the glass, baby,” he commands, looking down at me with hooded eyes.

I stare at the glass to find my reflection looking back at me. “But people will see.”

“It’s one-way glass. They won’t.”

Jordy holds his hand out for me to take and kisses me breathless as soon as I’m on my feet, moving me closer to the window. He reaches up and wipes away my tears. “You taste like me. Do you like sucking my cock, my beautiful little whore?”

“Yes. I want you to come down my throat later.”

A devious smile shapes his lips. “I make the decisions around here.”

I pout playfully as the deep ache between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. As soon as he’s inside me, I’ll come instantly. I just know it.

I gasp when my back hits the cool glass. “Turn around,” he mutters. “And spread your legs wide for me.”

Doing as I’m told, I place my hands against the glass just as the lights in his apartment go out.

Suddenly, he’s behind me, sweeping my hair to the side before he kisses behind my ear. The time he’s taking to get to the good stuff is torturous. “I need you inside of me.” I tilt my head back, our necks locking together. When he pinches my nipple, I almost scream in pleasure.

Kissing along my shoulder, he drifts his hand down the shape of my waist and lets it rest there. Knocking my legs open wider with his foot, he digs his fingers into my hips. “You’re mine,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, releasing oxytocin into my brain, causing a shiver of excitement and a pulse of need deep in my core.

“I’m yours,” I agree. I’d say anything at this point. I’m a woman on the edge, about to explode.

He cups my pussy, then dips his finger into the waistband of my thong. “Mine.”

“Yours.” For now.

I gasp when he inserts his thick fingers inside me, while the strong palm of his hand rubs against my clit.

“Jordy.” Bucking my hips, I chase my release like a desperate woman.

Pulling his hand out of my underwear, he sucks his finger into his mouth. “Sweet as sugar, baby.”

I yelp with displeasure at him leaving me hanging, but I like watching him lick my arousal off his fingers.

I push my ass into his hard cock and he chuckles. “Oh, she’s ready.”

“I am.” Desperately so. I can feel my juices dripping out of me.

Slipping my panties to the side, he nudges his cock to my entrance. Unlike the slow pace he tortured me with, in one swift punch of his hips, he’s inside of me and I’m howling like a wolf on the full moon.

I have to stretch up onto my tiptoes to take all of him as he fucks me hard.

The fabric of my panties is pulled tight and ripped from my body.

“I liked those.” My voice is strained as the beginning of my orgasm thunders through my body.

“I’ll buy you more.” His punishing thrusts slow down.

“What are you doing?” my words are strained. If he doesn’t let me come soon, I might cry.

Reaching around, he rubs my clit while continuing to fuck me slow. I hate and love it all at the same time.

“Look at us.”

I stare at our reflection. The way our bodies move together is hypnotizing.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, never dropping his gaze. The way he’s looking at me is one of sheer desire and full of emotion. “I will never get enough of you.”

I twist my neck to face him and kiss him as best I can as he fucks me from behind. It’s delicious in every way. Slow, with a touch of power behind each thrust.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“Hands on the glass and stay up on your tiptoes.” His finger slides down my backside and circles my puckered hole.

“Oooooo.” I arch my back. “That feels so good.”

He spits, wetting my back entrance, spreading it around before he pushes the tip of his finger in. “You like me touching here, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Your pussy is dripping for me.”

I push back, meeting every punishing punch of his thrusts.

Unexpectedly, he spanks my clit and pushes his finger a little deeper into my back entrance, and that’s all I need to pull the orgasm from my body as I scream his name.

When the clock strikes midnight, multicolored fireworks burst across the sky at the same time we come together. Our cries echo around his penthouse, creating our own cacophony of sounds.

The fireworks outside sparkle in beautiful displays of blues, greens, red, and golds, creating shapes and patterns that look like blooms of giant chrysanthemums filling Jordy’s apartment with an effect that makes it look like the walls are shimmering.

It takes my breath away. My body hums with contentment, feeling a million different things all at once. It’s a little overwhelming.

“Happy New Year, baby.” Grunting, he kisses my shoulder.

“Happy New Year, Jordy.”

He holds himself still as we continue to watch the hundreds of fireworks over the city below.

“Let’s make this our best year yet.” He slaps my ass playfully.

“I like the sound of that.”

Sliding his dick out of me, he turns me slowly and pulls me close to his chest. His body is hotter than a summer afternoon in the Sahara.

“There were actual fireworks when I came.” I chuckle.

“For me too.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear when I look up at him. “Did you set your intentions and goals?”

“I did my bauble before the game tonight.”

“What did you put it in?”

“I’m not telling you. It’s a secret.” I pinch his side and his torso bends, making his abs flex.

“I did one, too.” He looks over at the Christmas tree in the corner. “I hung mine on my tree.”

“What did you write in yours?”

“I’m not telling you. It’s a secret.” He mimics me, pinches my ass then rests his hand on my lower back in what feels like a loving move.

I place my hand over his heart. “Your heart’s beating fast.”

“It always beats fast around you. I don’t know why.”

Skin to skin, our bodies sealed together like this while he kisses the top of my head, it feels like we’re a real couple.

“I don’t know why either,” I say, but deep down I want to tell him it’s because it feels like we belong together.