as it may have seemed, plain, frustrating Jordan Casey had me. I swallowed hard, anticipation swelling in my blood when she lowered to her knees and rose higher when she leaned forward and traced her lips across my abs, the light caress reminiscent of that time in the stairwell, but so much more intense because of the press of her shoulders against my thighs, the top of her dark head, her rounded body lifting the anticipation even higher.
She unbuckled my belt and then my pants, moving her hands over the ridge of my erection, the touch still light. Groping for something, I reached out and grasped her shoulders, my fingers telegraphing my neediness, as did my heavy panted breaths.
With an almost smug chuckle, the breath that came with the sound brushing across my sensitized skin, she trailed her lips over the waistband of my boxer briefs and then down farther until she hovered over the crown of my cock, the pressure of her lips against me making me hold her shoulders tighter.
Then, much to my frustration, she pulled back. But I didn’t have an opportunity to miss the contact because without pause, she lowered my boxer briefs, freeing my cock. She stared up at me, and then, after another chuckle, she captured me in her mouth.
The warmth of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the tight funnel she created to hold me all had me on edge, and I hardened further, which seemed to drive her. Hands now wrapped around my base, she took more of me in, moving until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.
She paused, and through sheer force of will, I stayed still, desperate to thrust until I spilled. I groaned when she retreated, but the sound was cut short when she took me in again, working her jaw until I reached the back of her throat and then retreating, only to do it all over again.
Her low, throaty moans, her plush shoulders against my hands, and the sweet tug her mouth as she sucked me were too much. I shouted my release, blasting my seed into her willing mouth, moaning at the pull against my still-hard shaft as she swallowed.
She held me there, tracing her tongue against my crown and shaft until I was fully spent and started to soften. When she released me, I hoisted her to her feet, crushing her against my chest as I covered my lips with her. It was only seconds after my intense climax, but I wanted her with an intensity that bordered on mania.
“Jordan,” I said, voice rough with desire, “I’m going—”
My words were cut off by the ringing of my phone.
I stopped, knowing who the caller was but unwilling to let anything intrude on this. I kissed her again, smiling against her lips when she tightened her arms around me, that smile changing to a frown when the phone rang yet again.
She stepped back, leaving my arms and turning away so that I couldn’t see her face.
“You should answer,” she said, still not looking at me. “It could be important.”
In that moment, I couldn’t think of anything more important than her.
“It can wait,” I said, quickly pulling up my underwear and pants but not bothering to fasten them.
I stood behind her and brought her to rest against me, her full hips against my crotch and thighs, the thickness of her midsection filling my arms. I bent down and traced my tongue against the shell of her ear, the shudder the motion elicited making me do it again.
But the moment was again interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
“It could be important,” she repeated, again stepping out of my embrace.
Whatever it was wouldn’t wait, but I was still reluctant to leave.
She turned and placed a hand on my forearm, her face soft with an expression of understanding.
“Answer. I’ll see you around.”
The words were ominous, left me uneasy, but whether that a reflection of my own guilt and paranoia or something from her, I couldn’t tell. And I knew the calls wouldn’t stop until I responded. So, with one last kiss, I left.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“You needed something?” I
She unbuckled my belt and then my pants, moving her hands over the ridge of my erection, the touch still light. Groping for something, I reached out and grasped her shoulders, my fingers telegraphing my neediness, as did my heavy panted breaths.
With an almost smug chuckle, the breath that came with the sound brushing across my sensitized skin, she trailed her lips over the waistband of my boxer briefs and then down farther until she hovered over the crown of my cock, the pressure of her lips against me making me hold her shoulders tighter.
Then, much to my frustration, she pulled back. But I didn’t have an opportunity to miss the contact because without pause, she lowered my boxer briefs, freeing my cock. She stared up at me, and then, after another chuckle, she captured me in her mouth.
The warmth of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the tight funnel she created to hold me all had me on edge, and I hardened further, which seemed to drive her. Hands now wrapped around my base, she took more of me in, moving until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.
She paused, and through sheer force of will, I stayed still, desperate to thrust until I spilled. I groaned when she retreated, but the sound was cut short when she took me in again, working her jaw until I reached the back of her throat and then retreating, only to do it all over again.
Her low, throaty moans, her plush shoulders against my hands, and the sweet tug her mouth as she sucked me were too much. I shouted my release, blasting my seed into her willing mouth, moaning at the pull against my still-hard shaft as she swallowed.
She held me there, tracing her tongue against my crown and shaft until I was fully spent and started to soften. When she released me, I hoisted her to her feet, crushing her against my chest as I covered my lips with her. It was only seconds after my intense climax, but I wanted her with an intensity that bordered on mania.
“Jordan,” I said, voice rough with desire, “I’m going—”
My words were cut off by the ringing of my phone.
I stopped, knowing who the caller was but unwilling to let anything intrude on this. I kissed her again, smiling against her lips when she tightened her arms around me, that smile changing to a frown when the phone rang yet again.
She stepped back, leaving my arms and turning away so that I couldn’t see her face.
“You should answer,” she said, still not looking at me. “It could be important.”
In that moment, I couldn’t think of anything more important than her.
“It can wait,” I said, quickly pulling up my underwear and pants but not bothering to fasten them.
I stood behind her and brought her to rest against me, her full hips against my crotch and thighs, the thickness of her midsection filling my arms. I bent down and traced my tongue against the shell of her ear, the shudder the motion elicited making me do it again.
But the moment was again interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
“It could be important,” she repeated, again stepping out of my embrace.
Whatever it was wouldn’t wait, but I was still reluctant to leave.
She turned and placed a hand on my forearm, her face soft with an expression of understanding.
“Answer. I’ll see you around.”
The words were ominous, left me uneasy, but whether that a reflection of my own guilt and paranoia or something from her, I couldn’t tell. And I knew the calls wouldn’t stop until I responded. So, with one last kiss, I left.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“You needed something?” I
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