it, kiss it, and crush it all at once. My gaze
falls to Jordana’s heaving chest. The top of her cleavage offers an invitation
that forces my fists to clench.
“Do I scare you?” I ask.
“No.” She’s lying through her
teeth. “You fascinate me.”
No one’s ever called me that before. Nothing about me could
possibly be fascinating.
I smirk. “Why’s that?”
Her head sways from side to side,
slow and unsure. “I don’t know.”
“Sure you do.”
Her eyelids flutter as her tongue
rakes across her lips. With tightened shoulders, she says, “I want to figure
you out.”
“Not much about me to figure out,”
I say. “Everything I am, everything I’ve become, you’re looking right at him.
I’m a simple man with simple needs.”
“W-what kind of needs?”
My lips spread into a mischievous
grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I step into her space, claiming
it as mine, testing her and waiting for a reaction that tells me she’s
entertaining the same dirty thoughts I am.
“You know damn well where this
conversation is headed,” I say. “You can stand there, looking all coy and I can
stand here pretending like I haven’t noticed how your hard nipples are poking
clear through your shirt.”
Her hands cover her breasts.
“Or we can get this show on the
road,” I say. “Five years, Jordana. Five long fucking years. Do you have any idea what that does to a man? I’m right there. On the edge. You are too. I could kiss you so fucking hard
right now, and I could promise you you won’t want it to end there.”
Her mouth presses in a hard line,
and her shoulders slump as if her body’s giving up without a fight.
“So tell me, Jordana, what makes
you so curious about me?” I swallow the tension in my throat, feeling my cock
harden. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the pleasure of a tight pussy
clenching around my hardness. Her scent, her full lips, her thick curves, and
her pillowed cleavage are all conspiring against me to lose my better judgment.
“Are you curious about me? Curious about what it would feel to get fucked by
the one person you have no business fucking?”
She gasps, stepping back until
her back is flat against the wall. The widening of her dark eyes tells me I’ve
hit the nail on the head.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I get it.
I’m forbidden fruit. But you’re the low-hanging fruit, princess. I could snatch
you right up, make you mine right here on the floor of
my father’s house. The same hall our parents walk every damn day.”
“What are you trying to do?” Her
face scrunches. “Why are you doing this?”
“To warn you.” I shrug. “Stay
away from me.”
She laughs.
“You think I’m joking?” I ask.
“I think you’re overestimating
yourself,” she says, suddenly wearing confident half-smirk. “I can handle myself around you.”
“Can you, Jordana?” I wet my
lips. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. The way your
breath catches every time I say something to you. The way your hands get all
fidgety when I look your way. You’re attracted to me. You’d fuck the shit out
of me if I’d let you.”
“You’re just horny. You don’t
know what you’re saying.” She tries to wave me off.
“When was the last time you got laid?” My hands hook on my hips, just above my “V.”
Her eyes fall to the thin white
towel separating my throbbing cock from plain sight. It’s all I can do not to
grow massively huge right here, in front of her.
“That’s a personal question. I
hardly know you.” Her shoulder jerk away before she
pushes past me and heads to her room.
I follow.
“It’s a relevant question,” I
say. “You’re horny as fuck, Jordana. I can see it.”
She tosses a hand in the air and
steps over the threshold to my old bedroom. I hardly recognize it anymore. My
posters. My furniture. It’s all gone. Same blue paint on the walls but that’s
it.
Just as well though.
I’m not the same
falls to Jordana’s heaving chest. The top of her cleavage offers an invitation
that forces my fists to clench.
“Do I scare you?” I ask.
“No.” She’s lying through her
teeth. “You fascinate me.”
No one’s ever called me that before. Nothing about me could
possibly be fascinating.
I smirk. “Why’s that?”
Her head sways from side to side,
slow and unsure. “I don’t know.”
“Sure you do.”
Her eyelids flutter as her tongue
rakes across her lips. With tightened shoulders, she says, “I want to figure
you out.”
“Not much about me to figure out,”
I say. “Everything I am, everything I’ve become, you’re looking right at him.
I’m a simple man with simple needs.”
“W-what kind of needs?”
My lips spread into a mischievous
grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I step into her space, claiming
it as mine, testing her and waiting for a reaction that tells me she’s
entertaining the same dirty thoughts I am.
“You know damn well where this
conversation is headed,” I say. “You can stand there, looking all coy and I can
stand here pretending like I haven’t noticed how your hard nipples are poking
clear through your shirt.”
Her hands cover her breasts.
“Or we can get this show on the
road,” I say. “Five years, Jordana. Five long fucking years. Do you have any idea what that does to a man? I’m right there. On the edge. You are too. I could kiss you so fucking hard
right now, and I could promise you you won’t want it to end there.”
Her mouth presses in a hard line,
and her shoulders slump as if her body’s giving up without a fight.
“So tell me, Jordana, what makes
you so curious about me?” I swallow the tension in my throat, feeling my cock
harden. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the pleasure of a tight pussy
clenching around my hardness. Her scent, her full lips, her thick curves, and
her pillowed cleavage are all conspiring against me to lose my better judgment.
“Are you curious about me? Curious about what it would feel to get fucked by
the one person you have no business fucking?”
She gasps, stepping back until
her back is flat against the wall. The widening of her dark eyes tells me I’ve
hit the nail on the head.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I get it.
I’m forbidden fruit. But you’re the low-hanging fruit, princess. I could snatch
you right up, make you mine right here on the floor of
my father’s house. The same hall our parents walk every damn day.”
“What are you trying to do?” Her
face scrunches. “Why are you doing this?”
“To warn you.” I shrug. “Stay
away from me.”
She laughs.
“You think I’m joking?” I ask.
“I think you’re overestimating
yourself,” she says, suddenly wearing confident half-smirk. “I can handle myself around you.”
“Can you, Jordana?” I wet my
lips. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. The way your
breath catches every time I say something to you. The way your hands get all
fidgety when I look your way. You’re attracted to me. You’d fuck the shit out
of me if I’d let you.”
“You’re just horny. You don’t
know what you’re saying.” She tries to wave me off.
“When was the last time you got laid?” My hands hook on my hips, just above my “V.”
Her eyes fall to the thin white
towel separating my throbbing cock from plain sight. It’s all I can do not to
grow massively huge right here, in front of her.
“That’s a personal question. I
hardly know you.” Her shoulder jerk away before she
pushes past me and heads to her room.
I follow.
“It’s a relevant question,” I
say. “You’re horny as fuck, Jordana. I can see it.”
She tosses a hand in the air and
steps over the threshold to my old bedroom. I hardly recognize it anymore. My
posters. My furniture. It’s all gone. Same blue paint on the walls but that’s
it.
Just as well though.
I’m not the same
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