Chapter Two

Jordan

The Barclay was way out of my league, as was the girl. I knew that going in. But, I wasn’t about to let that stop me. Never had before, wasn’t going to let it now. Chastity looked me up and down, her baby blue eyes taking me in as she handed the keys to her car off to the valet without so much as a glance his way. Her eyes were on me and me alone. Just the way I liked it.

“If I’d known I’d be saving lives today, I’d have worn my spandex suit cape instead,” I teased as we stepped into the foyer of the hotel.

I whistled low as we walked through it, her high heels clicking on the tiles. The place was glitzed out and definitely catered to people in a higher tax bracket than me. It had all the little bells and whistles the rich folk loved – Italian marble floors, expensive looking art on the walls, and a giant water feature in the middle of the floor. A freaking waterfall in downtown Manhattan, who’d have thought?

She linked her arm through mine, stifling a laugh and shook her head. Her honey blonde hair swished around her face, but she didn’t say anything else. Thinking back on it actually, she really hadn’t said much at all since I’d climbed into the car with her.

But then, she didn’t have to say much, honestly. She was sexy as hell and the way she looked at me was enough to get me hard.

Her gaze was fixed on the front desk as we walked briskly through the front doors and through the lobby. I could tell she was worried about who might see us together. Afraid people would see us and think she was slumming.

Her pale cheeks burned a bright red as we walked, quickly, over to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited, tapping her foot impatiently as she cast furtive stares at the lobby around us. I could have told her that nobody was paying any attention to us.

We probably could have paraded through the lobby butt naked and fucked on the water feature and nobody would have noticed.

But I held my tongue. The last thing I wanted to do was piss her off. I really wanted a piece of this girl’s ass and was smart enough to know that discretion was the better part of valor. As we stood there waiting for the elevator, I couldn’t help but stare at her reflection in the doors, polished to a mirror finish.

Her blonde hair fell to her waist. It was mostly straight with just a hint of wave to it. It fell around her face in soft layers, highlighting her high cheek bones and the perfectly upturned nose. Chastity looked like she’d been ripped directly from the pages of a magazine with her little figure, full breasts, and tight little ass. She was dressed for it too, in a black wrap dress that screamed elegance. And she topped it off with diamonds on her ears, around her neck, and on her wrist.

She wasn’t just sexy, she was classy too.

The elevator arrived, the doors opening with a soft chime. Chastity practically threw me into the car, jumped in behind me, and started stabbing the button with her finger. Finally, the doors closed and the car whisked us upward, taking us almost all the way to the top.

Chastity leaned against the back of the elevator with her arms folded. There was a strange look on her face, almost as if she were having some sort of argument with herself. I didn’t take her for the kind of girl who brought strange men back to her hotel room often, which meant she was probably still debating the merits. But, I wanted to be inside this woman and would keep going until she told me to stop.

I joined her at the rear of the car, standing close to her, our arms touching. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I reached out and stroked her bare arm lightly with my fingertips. Chastity shuddered slightly, but didn’t pull away until the doors opened.

When they did, we walked directly into the living area of a suite surrounded by floor to ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. Designer leather sofas faced a fireplace and a very large, flat-panel TV. It was all very tasteful and understated. Thankfully, not the over-the-top, cater to the super-rich by using gold toilet paper, kind of a place. The room was like Chastity – refined and classy.

Chastity’s heels clacked against the marble flooring of the entryway. She walked over to a bar in the far corner of the room and looked over at me, her nervousness etched upon her face, though she did her best to stifle it.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“Scotch, please,” I said.

“Rocks? Water?”

“Neither, thanks,” I said and gave her a flirty little grin. “Just give it to me straight and hard.”

Color flared in her cheeks as she looked away to pour the drinks. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up one wall of the room and stared out at the street below. It was getting late out there, but New York City never sleeps. It was the one thing I loved about this city. I could always find something to do, no matter the time of day.

I looked at the street below, watched as people milled about down on the ground, street lights illuminating their way. I watched Chastity approach me from behind in our reflection in the window. I turned to her as she handed me a tumbler of brown liquid.

Holding it underneath my nose, I inhaled the scent. “Good scotch.”

“Should be for what they charge for it,” she laughed.

I reached for my wallet, but she brushed it away with a smile.

“For saving my life, you deserve a drink, at the very least, Jordan. It’s on me.”

She held a glass of red wine in her dainty little hand, her diamond bracelet sparkling in the light. I took a sip of the scotch, relishing the burn as it slid down my throat. It really was good scotch, pretty high end stuff.

I looked at the gorgeous woman before me. She obviously didn’t want for much in this life. Her rich, red lips parted as she sipped from her glass, and all I could think about was tasting those lips for myself. Having them on my body.

Never taking my eyes off her as I sipped my drink, I counted down the minutes until I could get her in the sack. I’d been hard since the moment I laid eyes on her. There’s beautiful women and then there are women like Chastity – women who are the epitome of everything a man wants. Soft, feminine, but with a bite to her. A slight edge.

She had long, lithe legs. A round, but tight ass. She had a quick wit, sharp tongue, and was probably well-educated woman. All of that combined with the silky blonde hair and stunning blue eyes made her an absolute knockout. There was no question about it in my mind – I was smitten for this high-society kitten.

I put my glass down on a nearby table and closed the distance between us. Chastity followed suit, setting her glass down next to mine. She stared up at me with deep, liquid blue eyes that a man could find himself lost in pretty damn quick. I lowered my face to hers, our lips touching and igniting a fire deep inside. My cock had been hard for a while now, but being this close, close enough to smell her high-dollar perfume, and having her lips pressed to mine, made my entire lower half tighten up with an intense need.

Her lips were as soft as they looked. The taste of wine and something else, something sweet, filled my mouth as my tongue pushed into hers. My hands were tangled in her hair, tugging it gently, as I pressed her up against the glass window. I grabbed her hands and held them over her head as I kissed down the length of her neck.

Chastity didn’t fight back, at all, she succumbed to my mouth. To my touch. She writhed against me, her head falling backward and hitting the glass. Soft moans escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered shut. All I could think about was tasting her, all of her. I wanted to have her every way possible. I wanted to make her mine.

At least for the night.

I yanked her hair back so I could stare into those liquid blue eyes that reminded me of stormy seas. Her alabaster skin was so pure, so perfect, without a single flaw to it.

My cock strained against my jeans. It was begging to be released. Begging to plunge deep into her. Begging to feel the warmth and wetness between her thighs.

I ran my hands down her sides, enjoying the feel of the slinky, silky dress against my fingertips. Grabbing the bottom hem of her dress, I lifted it up to her belly as I dropped down to my knees in front of her. Her panties were barely there – a sexy, lacy, see-through, white little number. As I leaned my face forward, I could smell her desire.

“You want me,” I stated, nipping at her panty line.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even nod. She just stared at me, all eyes and milky white skin surrounded by a curtain of honey blonde hair. I lowered my mouth until I pressed myself against the thin material and inhaled her scent even deeper, relishing it. Savoring it.

I looked up at her again, running my tongue around my lips. “You want me, Chastity, I know you do,” I said. “But I need to hear it. I want you to say it.”

“Yes,” she muttered, her voice soft and barely there. Just like her panties. “Yes, I want you, Jordan.”

“Louder,” I demanded, flicking my tongue against her panties, grazing the warm, wet center of her, feeling her body shudder beneath me. “I couldn’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up.”

“Yes,” she groaned, her response louder this time. “I want you, Jordan.”

“Good girl,” I said.

I pushed her panties aside. Her flesh down below was as soft and smooth as the rest of her body with only the tiniest tuft of dark blonde hair poking out from between the folds. I dove between her legs with absolute zeal, needing to feel her against my mouth and taste her sweet juices. Her warmth filled my mouth as I licked at her clit, teasing it with my tongue. She arched her back from the window and moaned.

“Yes, yes, Jordan... Oh yes! Jesus Christ, yes.”

Her fingers kneaded the back of my head, gripping my hair and pushing me deeper into her. I buried my tongue inside of her, driving it between her soft, velvety folds. Chastity shuddered, gasping as I fucked her with my tongue. The way she writhed beneath me, ground her sweet little pussy against my mouth, and moaned like a porn star turned me on even more.

There was something about having a woman reacting to my touch and begging for my cock that never got old. That never failed to get me hard.

“Oh yes, Jordan,” she groaned, her nails digging into my head like she had spears attached to her fingers.

I sucked in a breath, wincing at the sudden sharp pain. Damn that trend of spiky fingernails. Those things were fucking sharp and she was not holding back.

Chastity’s knees weakened and she started to fall, but I grabbed hold of her hips and pressed her back up against the window. I held her there, pressed to the glass, ass exposed to the world, my mouth never leaving that hot little spot between her thighs.

God, I loved the effect it was having on her. The way she couldn’t even stand on her own. The way her body trembled and spasmed. The way she cried out my name, as if that was the only word she knew anymore.

I loved it, but I also wanted so much more than that.

The first thing I wanted was to make her come for me. To feel her pussy pulsing around my tongue as she climaxed. I lowered my hands and cupped her tight ass, pulling her into me now. I buried my tongue even deeper inside her, making her scream out. Her breath caught in her throat and she was pulling at my hair. I winced again, feeling like she was literally trying to rip the hair from my scalp with those dangerous fingernails of hers, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down. I couldn’t. I kept moving my tongue in and out of her, fucking her with my mouth as her juices flowed down my chin.

I pulled away, but only for a minute to catch my breath and stare up at her. Her eyes were wide and urgent, filled with hunger and desire. Her mouth was partly open, her breathing ragged. She looked frantic for a moment, as if she was afraid I’d deny her the thing she coveted most in that moment.

No, I wasn’t done with her pussy yet. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” she cried out, gripping my hair and pushing my head back down. “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please... ”

Her breath was labored as she spoke, but there was a frantic tone in her voice that almost sounded like desperation. And I got the idea that it had been a while since a man had gotten her off. Which was shocking to me, for a woman that looked like her. I figured she could have had cock any time she wanted it.

“That’s it, baby,” I said, kissing her clit gently. “Beg me for it. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Please, Jordan,” she repeated, squirming against the glass, squirming harder against my mouth. “Please, finish me. I want to come for you. Please.”

Her begging made my balls swell and ache, begging for release of their own. Not yet, though. I had to give the girl what she wanted, since she’d asked so nicely. I buried my tongue back inside of her. With one hand still cupping her ass, I moved the other to the front, stroking her clit as I continued fucking her with my tongue.

She humped my face, as a high-pitched squeal escaped her lips. I knew she was close, I could taste her orgasm. She was growing wetter and tighter, and I couldn’t stop imagining how my cock would feel nestled inside of her.

Chastity started rocking back and forth, even rising up on her toes as her climax moved through her. She was a screamer, which was fun. My cock got even stiffer as she cried out again and again.

“Oh God, Jordan!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed around my tongue.

Her movements were desperate and urgent as her orgasm rocked her from head to toe. Eventually, her body relaxed, she calmed down, her breathing slowly returning back to normal while still holding my face against her, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted me to stop.

“That was amazing,” she sighed.

She relaxed her grip on my head, finally allowing me to look up at her. Her eyes fluttered closed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, as if she was reliving her orgasm. She shuddered, slightly, and her pussy still throbbed.

Chastity reached for me and I stood. Pressed against her once more, she reached down and stroked my cock through my pants, a salacious grin on her face. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head as she teased me, gripped me, and rubbed me through my jeans.

I grabbed hold of her hand though, stopping her.

She cocked her head, staring back at me in surprise, looking like she was about to protest or apologize and couldn’t decide which.

I unzipped my pants, sliding them down my hips and her smile returned. Her lips parted, the tip of her tongue sliding around her mouth, as she took my raging hard-on in her hands.

She’d gotten my message loud and clear, but just to be certain, I told her what I wanted.

“I need your mouth,” I said. “Now, Chastity. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, much like I had earlier. I groaned, enjoying the sight of her holding my shaft in her dainty, pale hand. With her mouth in a perfect “O”, she placed the tip of me against the ruby redness of her lips. Instead of taking me in all at once, she ran the head of my cock against her lips, only sucking on the tip. All while her hand moved up and down on my cock, jerking me off nice and hard.

“Now, Chastity,” I demanded, gritting my teeth.

I needed to be inside her. Her pussy, her mouth – it didn’t matter to me. My cock was dying to thrust into an opening, and her mouth was so very close, it killed me.

Chastity proved to be a good listener though, parting her plump lips further, looking up at me. I lost control of my body and thrust into her mouth, making her eyes grow even wider. For a second, I feared I pushed myself too far into her mouth – that I might have choked her. But, Chastity’s mouth remained wrapped around my dick, and she started moving.

The inside of her mouth felt like velvet. So slick and smooth, it could almost pass for a pussy – but not quite. I still needed to be inside of her tight little hole, not just her mouth. And I was going to have it.

Her saliva dripped from my cock as she pulled it from her mouth. She held it, squeezed it tight as she stared down at it and she stroked it. She was catching her breath for a moment and then turned back, placing me between her lips once more.

While she couldn’t take me all the way in – she went most of the way down my shaft. Her hand made up the difference, and with her saliva covering my dick, I almost couldn’t tell the difference.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, my hands getting tangled in her hair.

Her blonde head bobbed up and down on me, giving me a show I wouldn’t forget.

But even still, I wanted more. No, I needed more. And I was going to have more. A lot fucking more.

With her still on her knees, I yanked on her hair, pulling her to her feet. I shoved my tongue down her throat, just like I’d be shoving my cock inside of her soon enough. I picked her up, lifting her up into my arms. I kicked off my work boots. Then my pants.

“The bedroom,” I demanded. “Where is it?”

“Down the hall, last door at the end,” she said, pointing the way.

I carried her down the hallway and found the master bedroom door standing wide open. I stood in the doorway and took a moment to admire the tasteful, but lavish setup. A larger than King sized bed sat in the middle of the room, adorned with pure white sheets and burgundy red bedding trimmed in gold. It looked to be velvet, or something more expensive but just as soft. If not softer. I walked through the room and sat her down on the bedding.

Chastity reached for my cock again, but I grabbed her hand and yanked it away.

“No,” I growled. “No more foreplay, Chastity. I’m going to fuck you now.”

She made a small anticipatory sound that made my balls tighten even more. I reached for the bottom of her dress and tried to pull it over her head, but it clung so tightly to her breasts, it wasn’t budging. A ripping sound caused a look of panic to cross her face, but I no longer cared. It was too late and my need was too great.

Without care, I yanked her dress upward, pulling it over her head – and tearing it in the process. It exposed a lacy bra that matched the panties. Tossing the tattered remains of the dress aside, I cupped her breasts in my hands as I pushed her down onto the bed. Again, she reached for my dick and I pulled her hand away.

“No,” I said “Not until I say so.”

As much as I wanted her to touch me, to stroke me, I didn’t want to finish too soon. And damn, given her tight little hand and wet little mouth, I knew she could make that happen in no time.

Instead, Chastity pulled at my shirt with her free hand, and I let her. She slid my t-shirt off over my head, with my help. I took it from her and tossed it across the room. Her eyes drank me in, the desire in her eyes only deepening, as her fingers traced the outline of the tattoo of an anchor I had in the middle of my chest.

I looked down at her, my cock throbbing with the anticipation of being in that wet, tight little hole. Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head, pressing her down into the bed. She stared at me, with wide eyes, as I held her down. She was completely helpless now, but I could tell she wasn’t afraid. If anything, she seemed – excited.

Her legs were still free, and she used those to wrap herself around me. With my free hand, I pushed her panties aside one more time, sliding the tip of my cock against her clit. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down on her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She moaned, “Yes, Jordan,” she said.

“Yes, what? Tell me what you want, Chastity.”

“I want you –” she groaned, arching up from the bed, trying to take my cock into her.

“You want me to what, baby?” I asked.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her eyes staring directly into mine. “But –”

The second part of her comment caught me off-guard, but she motioned to the night stand.

“The condoms are in there,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Grab one, would you?”