Chapter Three

Chastity

With condom in hand, Jordan was now on his knees in front of me. He ripped the package open with his teeth, desperately hurrying to get it out of the wrapper. And when he finally managed to free the condom from its packaging, he grinned down at me with a triumphant look in his eyes. The look quickly shifted though, becoming the look that all men got once they know they’ll be getting what they want.

His body glistened as he hovered above me, almost looking like a statue that had been carved to perfection. From his chiseled chest down to his six packs abs, every inch of him was pure hard, toned muscle. He was covered in tattoos – not just on his arms, but his chest and back as well. All dark blue and black, except for the occasional burst of color, which popped set against his tawny skin.

His rough hands slid the rubber onto the tip of his cock, then rolled it down with a well-practiced ease. I didn’t do this often – and couldn’t believe I was doing it now – but, when I did give in to those carnal instincts, protection was a must. Always.

I knew going in that this was to be a one-time thing. Nothing serious and no-strings attached. Right now, all I wanted was the comfort he provided. The protection. After what happened earlier, I needed a big, strong man near me. Jordan made it a little bit easier for me to forget about all that.

With the condom in place, I was ready. I wanted him. I reached for him, yearning to feel his flesh against mine.

And as before, he stopped me.

“Oh no, Chastity, the rules haven’t changed.” he said, taking both my hands in one of his much larger ones.

Jordan moved over the top of me, pressing himself against me. The tip of his rock hard dick brushed against my most sensitive parts, drawing a shudder from me. I arched myself upward, trying to get him where I wanted him. Trying to slip him inside of me since he wasn’t going to. But Jordan didn’t give in, not that easily.

“Please,” I begged, remembering how crazed my begging made him earlier and how much he liked it. “Fuck me, Jordan. Stick your cock in my wet pussy and fuck me now.”

Jordan rubbed his cock against me some more, staring deep into my eyes.

I got lost in that look, melting beneath the weight and heat of his stare. I withered away under the feeling of fire his body seemed to ignite in me. My body ached for him. I was hot, wet, and ready. As good as his mouth had been, I needed his cock inside of me. It had been too long since a man looked down at me the way Jordan was looking at me, with such need in his eyes. Just that look seemed to set a bomb off between my thighs and I knew I needed him in me now. I didn’t want to wait a moment longer. Didn’t think I could.

I wrapped my legs around his waist again and pulled myself upward, toward him. The tip of his cock pressed into me, barely slipping between the velvety folds of my pussy. I moaned, thrusting myself upward, trying to take more of him inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I muttered, biting my lip as I tried everything to get him inside of me.

He pressed his forehead against mine, staring deep into my eyes. A devilish grin crossed his face and then all of the sudden, he thrust his hips, driving into me. One, long thrust and my body was stretched wide open. I took him deep inside of me and moaned as his thick shaft nestled inside the warm, wet confines of my pussy.

A low growl escaped his throat and a look of utter bliss painted his face once he was balls deep inside of me. Nothing, however, could have prepared for me what he was about to do. His movements were strong, as he drove himself into me with an overwhelming power.

I screamed out as he pounded his cock into me, struggling to pull my hands free from his grasp, but had no luck. He held me fast. I whimpered and cried out, desperately wanting to touch him, to hold onto him, to feel his skin beneath my fingertips as he fucked me. Not being able to do so was pure torture.

Jordan was in complete control, moving in and out, fucking me with such precision and power that he was setting off explosions of pleasure in my body. He dictated the pace, thrusting himself into me in a hard, steady rhythm, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.

Beads of sweat dotted his brow as he stared down at me. Every muscle in his arms and chests was tight, tense. His jaw was clenched and he was gritting his teeth. Jordan was working hard as he continued to bury himself inside of me again and again, pumping his hips hard as if he was aiming to go deeper and deeper each time. As if there was more of my body that he wanted to explore.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, changing positions slightly.

He let go of my hands, and right away, as soon as I tasted freedom, I latched onto him, digging my nails into his back as he fucked me. Jordan sat up, changing the positioning of our bodies, and grabbed hold of my legs. He was on his knees and lifted my body upward until we were aligned again. Once he had me where he wanted me, he smiled as he started pumping his cock into me. There was a look of absolute bliss on his face as he watched his dick moving in and out.

I lifted my head and watched him pumping into me, and felt myself grow even wetter. Jordan’s rhythm was strong and steady. He fucked me like a well-oiled machine. He threw his head back, moaning loud. He tightened up, and I felt the small tremors in his muscles and knew he was coming close. But he continued fucking me hard and fast.

He adjusted my body again, lifting me up higher and I groaned, loudly, as he hit my g-spot. Or some sweet spot inside of me. I honestly wasn’t sure what he hit, but it set me off and drove me wild. Intense sensations coursed through me, making me tremble, making me gasp. Without even realizing I was doing it, my hand moved down and stroked my clit while he fucked me.

Jordan watched, a blissed out expression on his face, his eyes only half open, but his gaze still intense. I knew he was getting even closer to exploding and was fighting hard to stay in control. But God, all I wanted in that moment was for him to lose control. To let go.

I clenched around his cock, tightening my hold on him and that sensation alone set me off on my own pleasure spiral. I clutched the bedding beside me, digging my nails into the comforter, grabbing onto anything I could, as waves of ecstasy rolled through me.

Jordan shuddered and fell forward, landing on top of me. I parted my thighs wider to accommodate him and he kept up his pace, continuing to jackhammer his cock into my tight little hole. He didn’t stop, nor did he slow down, and finally, I grabbed onto his body and held on for dear life. When my orgasm ripped through my body, crashing down with the force of a train hitting me, I cried out. My body had a mind of its own, and if it wasn’t for Jordan holding me down, I would have been all over the place. Even still, I writhed underneath him wildly, my hands slipping along his skin which was now drenched in perspiration.

Jordan’s breathing grew ragged. He no longer sounded human, his grunts and groans sounding far more animalistic. He growled as he continued fucking me through my orgasm, until he let out a low moan and buried himself deep inside me one last time, as he exploded inside the condom. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his cock pulsed and throbbed. A part of me wished he was filling me up. I loved the sensation of having my pussy filled.

Jordan stayed above me for a moment, his eyes closed as our breathing slowed, and our bodies started to relax. I raked my nails down his back, gently scratching his skin, and he shuddered beneath my touch. He opened his turquoise eyes and stared down at me, an intent look on his chiseled face.

“Damn,” he said, still sounding breathless.

His cock slipped out of me, and a rush of wetness followed suit. Not that I was worried, it had to be my own fluids. Jordan slowly rolled the condom off of his rapidly deflating cock, his fluids dripping everywhere.

He tossed the condom into the trash can next to the bed before collapsing beside me, pulling me to him until my head rested upon his chest.

I could hear his heart thundering inside of his chest. My eyes were heavy, my head was swimming, and all I wanted to do was sleep. But, I knew I needed to tell Jordan to see himself out. He couldn’t stay. This couldn’t become a thing. This was a one-time performance only. No-strings attached.

The words never came out though, as darkness crept in at the edges of my vision and I felt powerless to stop my eyes from closing. Nestled against his toned, tight body, I felt safe. Hearing him breathe and feeling his muscular arm wrapped around me, stroking my back, I felt comforted. Secure. Like nobody would be able to do me any harm

I fell asleep before I could ask him to leave.