THREE
Corinne
My legs ache from the position I’m in, but I get the feeling Jordan isn’t the kind of man who appreciates disobedience. Although, why that matters, I don’t know. I could get up, put my dress back on, and then walk out of here without issue. He has no legal right to hold me here, and I’m sure if he became forceful the police would love to know about that.
My pussy clenches at the fantasy of him, tight jaw and bulging muscles as he forces me back into this room. Why does that seem so hot? I’m tempted to snatch up my dress and walk out of here in my lingerie and heels merely so I can see what would happen.
How long has it been?
My phone chimes from inside my purse, the blue light casting a pale glow over the seat cushion. I look toward the door and then back to my purse. Five more minutes. I’ll give it time. If it’s important, my phone will signal another message.
“You are a well trained little thing, aren’t you?”
Air rushes into my lungs on a gasp as I snap my eyes back to the doorway. Jordan leans one shoulder against the frame, hands clasped behind his lower back as he frowns with clear admiration.
He’s impressed. And what’s worse, knowing so makes me feel good.
“You think I should reward you now?” He prowls into the room, all strength and muscle in only his tight black boxer briefs.
The man is six-foot plus of sinful intent, and damn I want that … every fucking inch.
I nod in response, not certain if his untold rules allow me to talk.
“How should I start?” The question is rhetorical; his index finger taps his lips as he appears to think.
Red-hot awareness floods my veins when he blatantly stares at the soaked fabric barely covering my pussy.
“Tell me, Corinne.” I frown at his use of my name. When did I tell him that? “What would you like me to do?”
Aw, hell. How do I answer this one? “Whatever pleases you.”
His lips set in a thin line as he comes to stop at the foot of the bed, his thick thighs pressed against the mattress. “Not what I asked.”
Damn. “Um.” I roll my hips to stop the spread of pins and needles in my legs. “Something that involves me putting my legs straight.” I lift a hopeful eyebrow and smile.
His hooded eyes follow the rock and roll of my hips as I fail to keep the numbness from setting in. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” He leans forward, the muscles in his shoulders rounded as he reaches for my calves and takes them in hand.
My legs protest, but the pain is soon chased with relief when he tugs them forward, straightening my legs before me.
I soon find out why he agreed so easily.
A sinister smile graces Jordan’s curved lips as he yanks my panties down my legs: left, right, left, right, in sharp tugs until the garment lies discarded on the floor.
“Better.” He steps back, fingers to his lips again while he appraises me much like an artist would.
The power he exudes, the control he has without having to resort to violence—I crave it.
“Take the bra off.”
I reach behind myself and release the clasp. His lips curl up at the corners, slightly hidden behind his hand as he watches me with his chin tucked to his chest. He looks as though he’ll tear me apart and I can’t wait to see what that feels like.
I let my arms rest at my sides, bunching the bedspread in my hold to keep my hands occupied and my mind at ease.
Jordan takes his bottom lip between his teeth, the sight stirring a hunger deep inside that needs to be fed. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, shoving them down his legs as he steps free.
Holy Mary, mother of—
“Problem?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowed.
I fail to keep my gaze from returning to the weapon he packs between his thighs. This is going to hurt. No doubt about it.
“No problem.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips on instinct.
I realize what a grave error that was when his cock bobs, his lips parted ever so slightly as he sighs. “Careful.” He reaches for me, my heart pounding mercilessly in my chest as he sets gentle fingers beneath my chin and coaxes my head up. “You keep wetting those lips of yours and I might just see how easily I can slide something between them.”
I lock gazes with the man and slowly, sensually, touch the tip of my tongue to my bottom lip.
I’m unstoppable, it seems.
Jordan bends, his arms darting around me and under mine so that he can place his hands flat against my ass to scoot me forward. My legs fall off the end of the bed between his, my knees bent so that my feet can rest on the floor.
“Hands clasped behind your back.”
I do as I’m told, the action forcing me to lean forward slightly. I peer up at the raw embodiment of power that stands before me and admire the way his thick chest rises and falls. He keeps his chin high, peering down over his cheekbones at me. The stance is all dominance and arrogance, and fuck I love it.
“Lean forward.”
I go as far as my body allows. The further I lean, the closer my face gets to his impressive length. An amused rumble sounds from above me, strong hands taking hold of my shoulders.
“Impress me.”
Two words, and I’m ready to worship at this man’s temple. I don’t know what it is about him that has me dying to please him. Perhaps the fantasy that’s tied to his memory? The man having haunted my dreams and desires for the better part of seven years now. Or perhaps it’s simply him? The way he commands the room without the slightest inflection of doubt in his mannerisms.
He’s confident and acutely aware of his appeal. He’s exactly as I dreamt he would be.
I push myself forward the final inch, tilting my head back as I open my mouth so that I can ease his cock inside. A groan falls from his lips as a bead of sweet precum falls from the head of his erection. I seal my lips around the tip, sucking that droplet greedily, hoping for more. The velvet feel of his flesh on my tongue as I take him again, the rigidity of his length as I feed him deep … I grow wetter by the second.
I’m in heaven, and we’ve only just begun.
His fingers thread through my hair, guiding me as I take him deep and then create a vacuum with my lips to pull off him hard. He moans as I repeat the action; the slightest flex of his hips tells me he wants more.
I push deep enough to gag, the muscles in my throat closing tight around the head of his cock before I slip him free and take a breath.
“Don’t stop now,” he purrs. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”
Hell to the no.
I make a point of holding his eye as I lick my lips and then drop my gaze to the job at hand. His length pulses thick and heavy, asking to be sucked like a goddamn lollipop. I seal my lips around him once more and push to the edge of gagging again, bobbing back and forth until I’m sure he can’t take any more. His fingers tighten in my hair, the pull painful as I surprise him with a couple of deep thrusts, making myself gag again. Yet the more I do it, the less uncomfortable it seems.
His moans, coupled with the punishing grip he has on the back of my head, spur me on. The sound of his satisfaction is my encouragement as I suck and push onto his thick cock until he’s begging me for damn release.
“That’s it, you dirty little bitch. Suck it hard. Suck the cum right out of me.” His words are pushed through a clenched jaw, his legs tight as he thrusts his hips toward me.
I’ve never swallowed before. Never wanted to. But as his cock swells and pulses, warning me of what’s to come, I do what I never have before. I push down hard on his cock, taking him right to the back of my throat as he comes. Hot and salty, his cum floods the back of my throat. I swallow frantically in an effort to keep up and save from gagging again, the action of my muscles at work seeming to push him harder. He growls, his grip tight in my hair as he pulses the last of his release down my throat.
I have tears streaking my cheeks and what I’m pretty sure is lockjaw, but I’ve also got the stupidest smile on my face as I pull back and lick my lips clean.
“Impressed?” I lift both eyebrows and smile.
He takes a staggered step back, wicked intent in his eyes as he gives his cock one last pump with his hand and smears the last of his cum across the tip with his thumb. “Consider me sold.” He jerks his head to the side. “Now flip the fuck over and stick that ass in the air.”
I can’t move fast enough. My knees balance on the edge of the mattress, my pussy on full display for him as I lean my shoulders down into the bedding, head twisted to one side.
His palm crosses my ass, a sting pulsing in its wake in tempo with the desire that courses from low in my gut straight down to my wet and willing pussy. I swear to God, if he doesn’t stick that cock in me within the next few minutes, I’ll—
Holy hell. My hands clasp at the bedding, a guttural groan filling the room as I close my eyes and ride the high his fingers give me. Two digits, sunk to the hilt, indulge my needy cunt.
“So damn wet and pretty.”
He pulls his fingers out slowly, stroking every goddamn nerve on the way. My legs quake as he then spreads his fingertips and runs them either side of my pussy, massaging the swollen folds.
“I wonder how you taste?” he muses. “Sweet? Or sinful?” A throaty chuckle sounds before he adds. “Both, I imagine.”
He pushes his fingers back inside my channel, quickly assuming a steady and firm pace as he brings me to the brink of climax. My eyes stay closed, my hands flexing in the bedding in an effort to save myself from breaking his unspoken rules and reaching back to touch him. Every goddamn nerve in my belly, legs, and right down to my toes fires when he rests the thumb of his free hand against the rose of my ass, his palm pressed on my tailbone.
Fuck. Yes.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Corrine.” His thumb presses a little harder, his fingers slamming into me hard enough now that his knuckles bruise my pussy. “You’re not the only one with a good memory.”
What?
The first wave of my climax robs me of reason as he leans forward, resting his back against mine while his fingers continue to ply my pussy.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I first saw you at your brother’s birthday party.” He whispers the words in my ear before taking my lobe between his teeth and adding, “Even if you were only sixteen.”