Chapter Fourteen
Jay
“So this is what you call ‘plenty of room’?” I say, my voice echoing off the marble walls.
“I like having a big bathroom. Are you really complaining? You’ll be the first woman ever to use that tub.”
I raise an eyebrow and lean against the bathroom counter. “First woman? Have you had many men in here?”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a little self-care. So I like bubble baths. You want to make fun of me or join me?”
I watch as he walks over and turns on the taps, grabbing a ball of something from the side and dropping it in. When I give him a quizzical look, he smiles.
“Bath bombs.”
“My bathtub is so tiny I’ve never bothered to take a bath. God, I can’t remember the last time I soaked in a hot tub.”
He comes back to where I am, and I see the hungry look in his eyes. I expect him to be aggressive, so when his touch is gentle, it surprises me.
He lifts off my T-shirt and then reaches down, unbuttoning my jean shorts. He pushes them off my hips and then slowly runs his hands up my waist and to my bra. I smile shyly as he unclasps it and drops it to the floor.
“So beautiful,” he says, looking straight into my eyes.
He doesn’t break contact as he pushes my panties off my hips and I step out of them. When he reaches for the bottom of his shirt, I stop him.
“Let me.” I help him take his off. Because he’s so much taller than me, he has to bend down. My hands go to his pants, and he has to help me unbutton them because my hands are shaking. So much for being super seductive right now.
Seeing my own insecurities, he brings my hands to his mouth and kisses each palm. Then he puts them on his hips and helps me push his boxer briefs off.
I try to keep eye contact like he did, but I’m a total perv and check out his junk. His hard cock is long and pointing up. It’s thick, with a smooth head, and my mouth pops open at the size of it.
He takes my hand in his and leads me over to the tub, shaking me out of my shock.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he says as he steps into the bath and then helps me over the edge.
He sits down in the bubbles and leans back as I sit between his legs and put my back against his front. His legs rest on either side of mine, and he wraps his arms around me. I sigh as the hot water relaxes me instantly.
“God, this is nice.”
“See? Already some benefits of coming to my place.”
When we first got to Jordan’s building, I thought it was nice. It looked like a normal building in a great neighborhood, but once I got inside, I was shocked. He told me that computer hackers tend to make good investments and he’d made a lot of money in the stock market when he was younger. He used it to buy this place and then fixed it up himself.
He would have to be loaded to be able to afford a place this size, but I kind of like that you wouldn’t know that about him unless you really knew him. It’s not overly lavish or obnoxious. It’s actually pretty simple and very much his personality.
The place is big, but it feels cozy. There are couches and overstuffed pillows everywhere, and it makes me want to walk in and kick back. There’s no stuffy furniture or weird art. It’s a place I feel welcome and happy. He seems to have a way of doing that to me.
He brings his hands to my shoulders and starts to rub.
“I’ll give you an hour to quit that,” I moan, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back.
He laughs and kisses my neck. “Make it two and you’ve got a deal.”
There are three bedrooms here, yet he put all my things in his room. One side of the closet is completely empty, and since he brought all my hangers, he went on and on about how easy it was for me to move in.
I corrected him a few times, but he still keeps saying that I moved in with him. Finally, I just let it go and let him have it. For now.
When he showed me the kitchen, I swear I almost said I loved him. The space is huge—a cook’s dream. Although he says he dabbles, he’s not very good. I don’t know if that’s possible with every tool right in front of you. I ended up making us some sandwiches out of what he had in his fridge, but he promised we could go to the market and stock up so that I could cook to my heart’s content. I’m already dreaming about the things I can make in there, stuff that I never had the space for at my place.
Thinking about my place reminds me of my sister and the burgeoning mess that I left at my apartment.
“I can feel you tense. You’re supposed to be relaxing. Would you like me to distract you?” He rubs lower down my front and moves to my breasts.
All annoyances over my sister’s surprise visit vanish, just like all my problems do in his arms.
“See. Much better.” His lips are on my neck, and he traces kisses up and down.
One of his hands stays on my breast as the other moves down between my legs. I can’t see through the bubbles, but I can feel his fingers as they find my clit. The sensation brings all the memories from last night flooding back, and I want more of what we shared. Only this time, I want Jordan to feel it, too.
I feel the length of his cock against my back, and I reach around between us to touch him.
He hisses in my ear when my hand makes contact, and his movements on my pussy still. “Go slow,” he whispers and goes back to petting me.
I touch him gently like he’s touching me. Neither of us is in a hurry for this to be over, so we take our time.
I love the feel of him in my hand. His length is bigger than anything I’ve seen, but it’s not as if I have a ton of experience with penises. But even from the limited porn I’ve watched, I can tell Jordan has been blessed. He pulses against my palm, heavy with need.
“You feel so perfect in my arms. Better than I ever dreamed of all those nights I sat in this tub alone, stroking my cock and thinking of you.”
It’s incredibly hard to concentrate on giving someone pleasure when you’re getting it, but that doesn’t seem to stop Jordan. The hand he has between my legs is tormenting me, while the one on my breast is nearly as maddening. I’m climbing close to an orgasm, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold it back.
“Every time you walked away from me, I would stare at your ass so I could imagine it later when I was coming, thinking about having my hands on it and gripping it as I made love to you.”
He circles my clit, and it’s the steady, even rhythm that I love to use when I get myself off. But with him, it’s so much better. I gasp as the orgasm hits and my body tenses. I scrabble at the sides of the tub and hold on as I ride out the wave of pleasure.
“That’s it, little bird. Let it all out,” Jordan says against my ear, and I have no choice but to do what he says.
My body turns into a puddle as I come down, and he holds me close. After a few moments pass, I feel a warm cloth wash over me, and then he’s rinsing me off and telling me to stand up.
“It’s over?” I pout, not wanting to leave the bath.
“I don’t want you drowning because you pass out in here,” he says, helping me out and wrapping me in a warm, fluffy towel.
He takes a second to dry me off before taking a towel for himself and doing the same. When he’s finished, he wraps it around his waist, and I see his cock is just as hard as it was before we got in the tub. It’s then I realize he never got off.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted,” I say, trying to explain.
He smiles and shakes his head. “You’re so selfish. Always so greedy to get off.” I blush at his teasing, but he takes me into the bedroom and pulls back the covers on the bed. “You need to eat. Why don’t you rest for a little while and I’ll order us some food? You haven’t eaten since the bar last night.”
Exhaustion hits me as I climb into the bed naked and snuggle in. These orgasms seem to make me sleepy. The sheets smell like Jordan, and I instantly feel safe and secure. There’s no other bed in the world I’d rather be in.
He says something else, but I don’t catch it. By the time my head has burrowed into the pillow, I’m already asleep.