Kylie usually enjoyed cocktails and schmoozing, and admittedly, she didn't mind doing it with an extremely sexy sports celebrity. But while she basked in the green glow of envy from all the other women around, she felt nothing but relief when their foursome finally exited the building. At that point, she had nothing to worry about. The eventuality would be a question of 'your place or mine'.

"Where's your car?" she heard Marcus ask Reesa.

"We took the train," Reesa replied.

"Do you girls want a ride home?" This time, Marcus spoke louder to include Kylie in the question.

It gave her the first opening she needed. "No, I'm fine, thanks. But Reesa, why don't you go ahead and go with Marcus? The two of you haven't exactly had any privacy tonight." And neither have we, she added, glancing at Jordan, who strolled beside her with a light hand on her elbow.

Reesa gave her a worried look. "Are you sure? It's late. I don't want you on the train alone."

"I'll take a cab," Kylie promised, reluctantly moving away from Jordan's touch to hug her and Marcus goodbye.

"I'll make sure she gets home safe," Jordan piped up behind her, and Kylie forced herself to keep a straight face. That's what she'd counted on, and she didn't want to give it away. "Go on, Marcus. Take your lady home." He completely dismissed them as he turned to Kylie, and they shrugged and waved. He stared at her with a teasing grin and finally said, "Are they gone yet?"

Kylie leaned to glance around him so she could see and caught them rounding the corner with their arms around each other's waists. She nodded and looked expectantly up to him. As their eyes met, she gasped, realizing he was already reaching for her. His fingers closed around her small waist, proving just how large his hands were, and he yanked her to him, stopping just short of touching his lips to hers. "So, are you going to come with me? And for me?"

Panting as her body quickly fought off the chill of the air with the heat of arousal, Kylie tried to think of a witty response, but none came. And then she smiled. "That depends. Will you still respect me in the morning?"

"More than ever, sweetheart." He brought his mouth to hers in a crushing kiss, and Kylie fisted her hands in the front of his shirt, wanting to make sure he couldn't kiss and run. As he prodded at her lips with his tongue, she opened to him and tasted the wine they'd had on his breath, along with something minty and sweet like honey.

She knew people passed by, watching, and she didn't care if they made a spectacle of themselves. The passion grew as he lifted one hand to her chin to tilt her back further so he could continue his exploration, and the other snaked down to her rump, squeezing and pressing her against a very promising erection. When he finally released her, his fingers remained, and she sucked in a gulp of air. His chest heaved against her, and his eyes danced with mischief and pleasure. "I'm more than ready to get out of here. Are you?"

Again, she nodded. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine's a disaster, but it's closer. The choice is yours." Considering her place was trashed with dirty clothes and dishes, it was a no-brainer.

Somehow, Kylie managed to keep her hands to herself on the cab ride. Well, mostly. Jordan kept her on edge, his hand tucked between her thighs, and from time to time, he leaned in to tease her ear and her neck. But by the time they were alone on the elevator headed up to his apartment, the arousal boiled over. Before the door slid shut, Jordan shoved her against the back wall, pinning her wrists behind her back with one strong hand.

She panted and gasped for air as his lips neared hers, his body already pressed so tight against her that his hard-on hit into her stomach. He nibbled at the corner of her mouth, and she thrust her hips forward, rubbing against him. Jordan grunted, and the fact that she could have such an effect on him only put Kylie's excitement into overdrive.

The door opened again much too soon, but Jordan didn't release her, simply stumbling out of the elevator with her still wrapped up with him, their mouths still teasing and taunting and battling with each other. She landed against another surface and assumed it was the front door, but he didn't reach for any keys. She took a brief moment to wonder if they might just go at it right here and not worry about the neighbors, but she heard several beeps and realized he had a programmed keypad.

The solid mass behind her back disappeared, and Kylie stumbled, nearly landing on her ass. Jordan caught her just as her balance gave, and they fell together on a piece of furniture, Jordan on the bottom. He started laughing, his chest rumbling and shaking against her back, and she couldn't help but join in. She wriggled against him, trying to gain leverage to get up, but one of his arms snaked higher, and his fingers curled around her breast, stilling her instantly.

His mouth was at her ear again as he said, "Where do you think you're going?"

She shivered, her hands starting to shake as the anticipation grew. "Nowhere," she whispered.

"Ah, now that's the right answer." He squeezed and molded her breast, and Kylie tipped her head back, letting it fall against his shoulder as his lips pressed against her neck. Then, his free hand found her thighs and delved between them, forcing them to part enough for him to cup her sex through her leggings. He stroked and gripped, and Kylie moaned as moisture poured from her.

She was so hot for him that it soaked quickly through her panties and then her leggings, and Jordan hissed. "God, that's hot! I bet I could make you come right now, without even touching your flesh."

He was probably right, but she wanted more, and she was going to get what she wanted. Grabbing his wrist, she forced his hand away, and then she managed to slip her clothes down her legs, far enough that she could bend her knees and spread wide for him. She could feel his gaze focused on what she was doing, felt his cock pushing hard into her back as he reacted, and finally, she brought his hand back to her, pressing his fingers into her with her own hand.

"Fuck me," he groaned, and Kylie had to bite her lip to keep from coming instantly. Her body shook with the effort to fight her instincts and hold on, waiting for more. She wanted to explode with the force of a typhoon, and she knew she had to wait. Focusing instead on Jordan's reaction to her, she began to ride his hand, using her fingers to point his in the right direction. She pressed his thumb firmly against her swollen clit, rolling it in circles, and when he started to stroke her wet folds, she pushed his index finger into her pussy, along with her own, dipping them in and out as she rolled her hips.

"Fuck me, Kylie!" he repeated, louder this time, and the lack of control in his voice sent her over the edge. She cried out with a shocking release, pumping their fingers harder and faster into her. When her coordination failed, Jordan took over, tapping against the sensitive nub while he pounded into her with two fingers now.

Slowly, she came back to herself and realized how she'd just acted. She might have taken a moment to feel ashamed if Jordan hadn't taken advantage of her suddenly loose body. With incredible strength, he rolled and twisted to his feet, catching her up in his arms, all in one smooth motion. "You're so fucking sexy," he all but growled as he carried her across the living room and into the bedroom. With no gentleness, he tossed her on the bed and yanked her leggings off, then moved onto her sweater and bra with the same lack of care for the material.

He jerked at his belt and winced as he shoved his own jeans down, releasing his erection so it bounced up, long and hard against his stomach. It was definitely impressive, and Kylie licked her lips at the thought of its silky length stroking in and out of her. And her body heated further as he tugged his shirt off, revealing the absolute perfection of his chest and abs.

As he finally crawled onto her, Jordan's eyes were dark, filled with desire, and they consumed her from head to toe. Her skin tingled as his gaze roamed her, singeing in every place they touched her, and when his body pressed over hers, Kylie moaned without him even making a move. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asked in a tender voice completely at odds with his rough, hungry actions.

She laughed throatily. "Better than okay," she rasped, and his mouth was bruising hers almost before she finished the statement. As his tongue pushed its way into her mouth with sensual determination, he fell between her legs so his head stroked her folds till he found her opening. She gasped into his mouth at the feel of him so close, and the place inside her where the pressure grew tightened in expectation.

One of Jordan's hands slid down to cup her ass, and when he had a firm grip, he thrust into her, one long stroke that took him so deep she was coming before she even realized what was happening. "Oh, my god!" She cried, her eyes bulging and her skin on fire as her veins filled with pure ecstasy.

"I'm no god, but I appreciate the sentiment," he breathed against her lips, driving into her again with even more insistence. Kylie wrapped her legs tightly around him, gripped his shoulders and let her fingertips bite into him. She had to hold on for dear life as he plunged in and out, the motion almost violent as she slid across the surface of the bed till only the pillows kept her from banging against the headboard.

And damn, it felt utterly amazing.

"You're tight and hot," Jordan grunted. His muscles tensed and pulled, and the view of his back and arms as he worked her made Kylie feel like she might overheat. It was beautiful, magical, and she had to take every bit of pleasure she could get from this. She turned her head, so her mouth was half an inch from his ear, and she lifted it just enough to suck his lobe into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue and nibbling it. He shuddered, and she felt the bumps rise on his flesh beneath her hands. "You're an evil vixen."

She liked that, laughed deep in her chest. But the humor died quickly as he shoved an arm behind her back and lifted her off the bed so she was half sitting. He thrust into her again, and she cried out as the change in angle took him deeper, allowing him to reach buttons inside she didn't know existed. Wanting more and not caring how wanton she looked, she propped herself on her elbows and used the leverage to ride this out, meeting him drive for drive until her vision blurred and time stood still with an orgasm that ripped through her like a blade opening her chest.

Apparently, it was too much for Jordan, and he sheathed himself as far as he could go as his body went into spasms, bucking wildly with his release. Kylie's inner walls gripped him, milked him, and used the way he spilled into her to bring her to the very edge of reason.

Exhausted and spent, they fell to the bed separately, on their backs, and Jordan gave a deep, hoarse laugh. "That was definitely what I wanted." He rolled his head to face her, and Kylie tried to see him clearly beneath hooded lids. "Was it good for you?"

She couldn't help but grin, a lazy smile that spread slowly. "Incredible."

"Good." He grinned, seeming pleased with himself. "Come on, let's go have a drink and maybe a nibble of something." He stood, stretching, and then reached a hand out to her.

Kylie hesitated, not trusting her legs to hold her up after such a frenzied bout in the sack, and she wondered how often he did this sort of thing to recover so quickly. Then again, maybe he was just resilient. But she was already pushing her own personal boundaries, so she let him help her up and get balanced, and he must have noticed she seemed a bit awkward because he reached in the bedside drawer and tossed her one of his t-shirts.

She pulled it over her head, liking that she could smell him on it, and she tiptoed barefoot behind him. Jordan hadn't bothered to dress, and she admired his bare ass openly, especially as he bent over to reach into the fridge. He pulled out two sodas and handed one to her. As she popped the top, he reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bag of Fritos. He motioned for her to have a seat at the wooden table, and she pulled his shirt tight over her ass and did so.

He leaned a hip against the counter and faced her in all his glory, making Kylie have to swallow an urge to reach out and stroke his cock, see how quickly she could get him hard again. Honestly, she was sore and probably needed a little more time to recover herself.

"I like you, Kylie." The words were matter-of-fact, and they took her off guard, making her eyes pop up to his in wonder. He grinned and shrugged. "I enjoy your company, and you're an animal in the bedroom. Maybe we could arrange something."

Uncertainty nagged at her. Maybe she hadn't heard right, or her brain was still fuzzy from afterglow. "What are you talking about?"

He sighed and came to sit in front of her, leaning his elbows on his knees with the chips on the table between them. "Listen, sweetheart, I don't want to give you the wrong idea. You can ask Marcus, I don't really date. In fact, I haven't really spent much time with women at all for a long time. But there's something about you I really enjoy. So, before I tell you what I'm thinking, you have to understand. I'm not the kind to settle down. Are we clear?"

No, she thought. "Okay..." She didn't want to stop him, whatever it was he was trying to explain. It seemed like some sort of profound moment for him, and while she hadn't planned on getting close to Jordan, Kylie wasn't going to turn away the opportunity to spend a little time learning about him.

"Alright. What I'm thinking is that we're really good together in there." He pointed toward the bedroom with a smirk, and Kylie's cheeks heated, as much with pride as embarrassment. "And, when we're not in there, I still like being around you. You're a lot of fun, and I can't help but look at you and want you. So, maybe we could see more of each other. For a while."

Kylie blinked at him. Jordan Dennison. A famous soccer player. A man she'd just met. He wanted to date? Maybe she wasn't exactly clear on what he was saying. Trying to make light of it, she shrugged. "So, what? I'm that three o'clock booty call?"

"No, I would never ask that of you." He gave her a crooked grin that hid something almost shy behind it. "Besides, I promised I'd respect you more afterward, didn't I? That sort of arrangement would be disrespectful." He shook his head. "I'm talking about a couple of people having a good time, more than friends but no commitments."

Kylie considered the offer. In a way, it sounded great. But she'd had plenty of noncommittal relationships. She didn't want to be strung along again. At the same time, Jordan was being very forward and honest about what he wanted, so she knew in advance what she would be getting herself into. "Would we still see other people?"

Something sparked in those baby blues, but he shrugged, though he didn't look pleased. "You can do as you please. On my part, I like to make a woman feel secure, even if we're not planning on a future of happily ever after. So, if you're worried about me sticking my dick in anything that walks, you can rest assured you'd be the only one with that privilege."

His crudeness was a bit of an eye-opener regarding just how brutally honest he was, but Kylie liked it. And she really liked that she'd have him all to herself. Sexually. She had to remember, he wouldn't belong to her. They would be two consensual adults that were basically friends with benefits. Telling herself she could handle it, she nodded. "Okay. Let's do it." If nothing else, she might get to see more of Reesa, too. The girl was so wrapped up with Marcus and didn't even realize it, and Kylie hardly saw her. She knew that hanging around Jordan would help change that.

And the sex was something for the record books, if she said so herself.

He leaned over and kissed her firmly on the mouth before drawing her to her feet and smacking her ass. He drew her against him, gathering the hem of the large shirt and drawing it up to expose her still damp sex. Stroking her with one finger, he seemed to purr, and the fires flared inside her again. "You're still ready and waiting."

As he spoke, she felt him harden again, his head slipping across her stomach. Quirking an eyebrow at him, she teased, "I guess we're matched, at least, in terms of libido." She squealed as he lifted her onto the table, his eyes hot again and his mouth set in a firm line.

Standing between her thighs, he told her in a very serious tone, "I certainly hope so."