Holding his face, I bring him closer and kiss him, give as good as I’m getting. All my senses level up. The wine we had at dinner tastes better on his tongue. His stubble rougher under my palms. His lips silkier on mine. I accumulate details about him like I do crumbs of information. But what I don’t have to wonder about is his desire for me.
“Don’t disappear on me again.”
“I won’t,” he promises.
Jordan pushes off the bed and stands. He grabs the back of his thin black sweater and pulls it over his head. Does the same with his black undershirt, exposing his magnificent chest dusted with hair. It never ceases to amaze. He’s so perfectly sculpted I need to touch it to make sure it’s real. Seriously, how much work does it take to look like that? I can barely manage a run if I’m not working.
He unbuttons his jeans slowly, happy to take his time and let me watch. Like…too much time.
“Jordan…” He’s teasing me. I see it in his smile now, a smile that keeps going and reaches his eyes.
He spreads open the fly of his jeans, and his erection punches out, barely contained by his boxer briefs. Hooking his thumbs over the elastic waist with deliberate slowness, he pulls them all down.
He’s big. Bigger than I imagined him to be, and my imagination is pretty ripe. Hard and ready, and surrounded by a tidy nest of black hair. This may be more than I can handle. Similar to never working out and then entering the New York City Marathon. You’ll get some personal satisfaction, but it will hurt in the end.
“Baby…” I glance back up, into smoldering green eyes, and find them filled with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Now would probably be a good time to tell you that I don’t do this often…so you’ll need to grade me on a sliding scale.”
Fighting a smile, he comes over to me and unbuttons my jean shorts, looks up. “Can I?”
Dead. I am dead.
“Yes.”
He pulls them down along with my blue panties. His nostrils flaring, his eyes bright and glassy. There’s something primal about him when he’s turned on and it’s turning me on too. He’s not gentle about what he wants. I don’t know why it surprises me, but it does.
I make quick work of the oversized white sweater I’m wearing, which leaves only my bra. But Jordan is in no rush. He’s taken with my nipples poking through the nylon. Warm fingers brush back and forth over them. He scrapes them between his teeth. I shoot off the bed, quickly reduced to begging for some, any, relief. I’m so ready to go I might get there alone.
I arch off the bed, and Jordan does the rest, removing the bra. Then he pins me down with his hips. Even though he’s about three inches taller than me, all our parts mold together perfectly. A matching set. Just being skin to skin with him feels so good I’m ready to combust. Patience begins to wear thin and passions high, and I can’t wait another minute.
When he’s done teasing me between my legs with his fingers and tongue. When he’s explored every inch of me with his lips. After he’s made me scream his name, made me come with his mouth…then he presses his pelvis down, grabs my thigh, and hooks it over his waist. He thrusts his hips and buries himself inside of me so deep I can’t feel where I start and he ends anymore. And when I come, he comes with me. Where he goes, I follow.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I was run through by a battering ram. Other than that, never better.” One glance at my phone resting on the shelf next to the bed tells me we slept past breakfast. It’s ten a.m. I’ve never spent so much time in bed in my entire life. Not even when I had the flu.
Jordan’s lips lift into a soft smile. I’ve never seen him so relaxed and happy, his smile both guilty and self satisfied.
Last night was amazing. Better than my fantasies. Also true, I need to ice up before I can get back in the game.
“I’m sorry if I was rough.” Leaning over me, he places the softest kiss on my shoulder. “You just get me so turned on I can’t help myself.”
“Good.”
“Can I ask you something?” he says quietly.
“Anything.” I sift my fingers through his hair and his eyelids get heavy.
“Why didn’t you go college?”
Not the question I was expecting. Not even close. I only realized this morning we didn’t use a condom and I’m trying not to freak out about it. A surprise pregnancy right now would be far from from a happy one.
Why didn’t I go to college? Do I tell him the truth? That I was busy committing petty crimes with Tommy’s crew when everyone else was preparing to take the SATs. That I was a bad student because I had a hard time concentrating. That I feared if I didn’t keep a close eye on my mother, I would turn into an orphan. Do I tell him that if I hadn’t run into Dominic that lucky day at the 7-Eleven, I’d probably be in jail.