Chapter Ten

 

“Hey, Mel, better call the cops because we’ve got some strange woman in our house. Oh, never mind. It’s just our missing roommate.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes at Jenna’s sarcastic greeting. “I haven’t been missing,” she retorted. “I sent you a text a couple of days ago. You know, in response to the one you sent me in shouty caps asking if I was dead or alive, and that if I didn’t reply to you within two hours you were putting out an Amber Alert on me. By the way, you do know that system is only for minors, right? Last time I looked I was well over the age of seventeen.”

Jenna grinned. “I had to get a response from you one way or the other. My next threat was going to be contacting your parents.”

Aubrey waved a hand in dismissal as she started walking towards her bedroom. “Unlike my nosy roommates, my parents know I can take care of myself. They always encouraged me to go on those school sponsored community service trips during spring break and summer, the kind where you’d do stuff like help plant a community garden or protect sea turtles or teach little kids English.”

Jenna gave a snort. “Well, that sounds like the most fun summer vacation ever, doesn’t it? Meanwhile, I spent my vacations lazing around the beach trying to pick up hot guys. Guess which one of us had a better time?”

“I actually loved those trips,” admitted Aubrey. “Felt like I was finally doing something worthwhile. Maybe I should join the Peace Corps or something once my contract here is up.”

“And here I thought you were going to San Francisco instead,” replied Jenna slyly.

Aubrey shrugged, starting to rummage through dresser drawers for the clothes she wanted to take with her. “I’m still not sure Jordan was totally serious about that,” she admitted. “When I started to quiz him further about it that night at Surf’s Up he told me to think about it. But he hasn’t mentioned it since and I didn’t want to be the one to bring the subject up.”

“Why the hell not?” demanded Jenna as she flopped onto the narrow bed, causing the headboard to rattle precariously. “And by the way, did you know that your headboard shakes this badly?”

“Only since the first night I slept in it eighteen months ago,” retorted Aubrey. “Pretty soon it will be someone else’s problem.”

Jenna made a comically sad face. “Don’t remind me. What are Mel and I going to do without you, Aubrey? You’re breaking up the Three Musketeers. How can you do that to us?”

Aubrey laughed, moving to the closet and taking out a couple of sundresses. “The Three Musketeers were guys, you know. And you know I’m going to miss the two of you. But my contract’s up in a few more weeks and the only way I can stay in my current job is if I re-up for eighteen more months. And as much as I love living in Hawaii, I need to do something else with my life. Something more challenging - not to mention better paying - than arranging zipline tours or sunset dinner cruises for hotels guests.”

“Yeah, I know,” agreed Jenna with a sigh. “Just like I need to find a better gig than slinging mahi mahi and teriyaki burgers for tourists. And I could probably find something if I wasn’t so freaking lazy and uninspired.”

“Maybe you just need a change of scenery,” pointed out Aubrey as she began shoving clothing into a duffle bag. “You’ve lived in Hawaii all your life, went to culinary school here, and have only been to the mainland about five times. Maybe you should be the one who moves to San Francisco.”

Jenna shuddered. “My God, I can’t even imagine the fallout from my family if I ever seriously considered leaving the islands! I get shit from my mother if I don’t attend my third cousin’s kid’s high school graduation. Believe me, if I told her I was moving to the mainland there’d be volcanoes erupting for a thousand mile radius. Besides, I do like it here. I don’t think I could live anywhere where there’s snow or fog or where they don’t sell mango shave ice.”

“Your family is awesome,” assured Aubrey, who’d been dragged along to almost as many events as Jenna had over the past year and a half. “Mine is too, though on a smaller and slightly less manic scale. And while they might drive you crazy, Jen, at least you know they love you. Unlike Melanie’s family. Or lack thereof.”

“You’re right,” agreed Jenna soberly. “I shouldn’t complain, even though I want to block all of their phone numbers most of the time, and have to use an alias on social media so they don’t know every detail of my life. But it’s way better than having a crappy mother and asshole father like Mel does. Fortunately, my mom has sort of unofficially adopted her.”

Aubrey nodded, tossing a couple of pairs of shoes into the duffle before zipping it up. “Your mom is a doll. And I know for a fact how much Mel appreciates being included in all of your family events.”

Jenna wrinkled her nose. “I told her she should just go to most of them without me. And speaking of going places, why are you packing more stuff? I mean, you’re practically living with Doctor Hotstuff as it is. And he’s only here for what - four more days? Unless, of course,” she added with a knowing grin, “he gets you all hot and sweaty multiple times a day so that you have to keep changing clothes. Maybe you should swing by Victoria’s Secret and pick up some more undies. Or does he even let you wear panties?”

Aubrey’s cheeks pinkened, not about to admit to her roommate that her joking comment wasn’t all that far from the truth. “He doesn’t let me do anything,” she protested. “I mean,” she amended hastily, “that he doesn’t control what I do. And I do not need any more undies, thank you very much.”

She didn’t add that most of the time she spent in Jordan’s hotel suite was done so sans underwear, and often clothes altogether. It was just, well, more convenient to be unencumbered when the mood took one or both of them over, which was pretty much all the time.

In the ten days since she had met Jordan she’d spent every single night at his hotel suite. She had packed up enough clothes and toiletries to last her awhile, insisting that he was not permitted to buy her anything else - though she hadn’t been able to resist accepting the full sized bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and bath gel that he’d bought for her at the hotel gift shop, the same brands that were provided for their use in the suite and that he knew she adored.

She had been with Jordan continually except for the hours she’d had to spend at work, and so this morning was the first time she had been back to the home she shared with Jenna and Melanie in more than a week. Aubrey felt a teeny bit guilty about neglecting her friends, but consoled herself with the fact that Jenna at least wouldn’t have hesitated to do the same exact thing if she’d met a hot guy. Plus, she thought glumly, things would be back to normal sooner than later since Jordan was due to return home in just four more days. It was a fact that she really, truly didn’t want to think about too seriously, and both she and Jordan had gone out of their way not to bring the subject up. Except, of course, when he had startled her that evening at the Surf’s Up.

“S-San Francisco?” she’d stammered. “Um, I’ve actually been there once or twice. On a vacation when I was about eleven. I remember walking across the Golden Gate Bridge and riding a cable car. And then again when I was in high school since Mateo was doing college tours and considering Berkeley, so the whole family made a three day weekend out of it.”

Jordan had just smiled mysteriously. “I wasn’t referring to a vacation, Aubrey, and you know it. I’m inviting you to visit me, to stay at my place with me for a few weeks. After you spend some time catching up with your family in San Diego, of course.”

She had been speechless with surprise. “I don’t know,” she’d demurred. “I mean, I’ll need to start thinking about a new job assignment, that sort of thing. I have no idea what I want to do in that regard.”

He’d patted her hand reassuringly. “All the more reason for you to take some down time then. Look, tell you what. Give it some thought over the next week or so, and we’ll revisit the subject then. I won’t bring it up until then so that you don’t feel like I’m pressuring you to make a decision.”

And he’d been true to his word, not so much as hinting at the possibility of her visiting him in San Francisco. But she had been giving it a whole lot of thought, and had been tempted at least half a dozen times to broach the subject with him. Despite what she had just told Jenna, she knew that Jordan certainly hadn’t forgotten his offer to her. And with time running out on his Hawaiian vacation, she knew he would expect her to make a decision about it very soon.

But she didn’t need to make that decision right now, she reminded herself. Especially since Jordan would be returning within the next few minutes to pick her up. He’d dropped her off her a little while ago so that she could pack the additional things she would need for their overnight excursion to Hana. And then they would be spending every minute of his last few days here in Maui together since Aubrey had arranged to be off work for the next four days - changing shifts with co-workers, begging her supervisor for an extra day off, and promising to work some extra hours next week to make up for the time off. Jordan had been thrilled that she had gone to so much trouble so that they could be together for the final days of his vacation, and had promised to go along with whatever she planned for them.

What she had planned for today was to make the challenging drive over to Hana, the beautiful but isolated town on the east coast of Maui. Since the drive would take several hours, including a number of stops along the way to enjoy the scenic outlooks, they had decided to stay overnight before returning to this side of the island tomorrow. At her recommendation, Jordan had booked a room for them at the Travaasa Resort, the most luxurious accommodations in Hana. He had also reserved an outrigger canoe excursion for them, asking jokingly if lifejackets were provided since the last time he’d been in a canoe had been as an adolescent at the summer camp his parents had forced him to attend.

And despite Aubrey’s protests, Jordan had also arranged for both of them to have a massage at the resort’s highly rated spa.

“You’ve hardly let me do anything for you,” he’d pointed out. “Every time we walk by a boutique or gift shop it’s like you have blinders on or something, the way you avoid even glancing in the window, or like you’re terrified I’m going to march you inside and buy the place out. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you almost always order one of the least expensive items on the menu when we eat out, or insist you’re too full to eat a whole dessert by yourself so that we can share one.” Jordan had tilted her chin up to meet his amused gray gaze. “I can easily afford to buy you a steak or your own serving of crème Brule, so stop being so frugal, okay? And before you say it, darlin’, I’m way too young to be anyone’s sugar daddy.”

She’d laughed and hadn’t argued with him further, realizing with a sigh of resignation that Jordan simply enjoyed spoiling her. And given that he was only here for a few more precious days, she had decided to let him indulge her as he wished.

As she quickly changed into a pair of shorts and one of her favorite T-shirts, Aubrey wondered what it would be like to take him up on his offer of visiting him in San Francisco. He’d have to work, of course, especially after having just taken a two week vacation, leaving her on her own during the day. But that prospect didn’t bother her in the least, as she was both adventurous and curious, and well used to taking care of herself. Her parents had encouraged all of their children to become independent and self-sufficient from a young age, but had also instilled principles of common sense and responsibility in them. Aubrey didn’t remember a whole lot about her previous trips to San Francisco, but she knew it was a fairly easy city to navigate and that she would have no problem keeping herself busy while Jordan had to work.

But even if she did decide to take him up on his offer, it couldn’t be for very long. She had some money saved but that wouldn’t last indefinitely, and she wasn’t about to freeload off of either Jordan or her parents. She would need to return to work sooner than later, and would have to start considering her options within the next month or two. Problem was, she admitted as she pulled her long hair back into a loose braid, those options didn’t seem quite as attractive now as they had to the idealistic twenty-two year old fresh out of college she had been three years ago. She missed her family, missed the conveniences of living on the mainland, and was admittedly suffering a bit from the “island fever” that she’d been cautioned about when accepting this assignment.

But she didn’t have to think about her future right at the moment, decided Aubrey as she picked up her bag and walked into the main room of the house to wait for Jordan. All she had to do for the next four days was enjoy herself, and savor every minute she would get to spend with Jordan before he had to return home. Everything else would resolve itself in due course - at least that’s what she told herself as she bid her roommates good-bye.

“Hana, huh?” mused Jenna, sounding decidedly unimpressed. “Meh, been there done that. At least he’s springing for a room at the priciest place on that side of the island. But please tell me he isn’t planning to make that death defying drive in the Porsche he’s been tooling around in.”

Aubrey shook her head. “After he dropped me off a little while ago he was going to the rental agency to exchange the Porsche for some sort of SUV with four wheel drive. He should be back any minute now.”

“Have a great time,” offered Melanie, giving Aubrey a hug. “We’ll miss you, especially since we won’t have a whole lot more time together before you head back to the mainland.”

“We still have a few weeks,” consoled Aubrey. “And I know I’ve been neglecting you guys lately but I promise I’ll make it up to you after Jordan goes home. We’ll have one of our DIY spa days, go to Surf’s Up a couple of times, maybe have a little going away party here.”

“You haven’t been neglecting us,” replied Melanie softly. “Jenna and I would be doing the exact same thing if we were in your shoes - not that someone as gorgeous as Jordan would ever give me a second look.”

“Me, either,” chimed in Jenna. “I think the doctor definitely prefers blondes. But Mel’s right, Blondie. We totally get it about wanting to spend as much time with Doctor Hotstuff as possible. So have fun these next few days, relax, and make sure he keeps giving you at least three or four orgasms a day.”

Aubrey blushed, even though her roommate’s estimate was pretty darned accurate. She swiftly steered the subject in a different direction, asking if Jenna had started looking for a new roommate yet.

Jenna made a horrible face. “No. And I’m really not looking forward to the whole vetting process. Do you know how many weirdos answer ads on Craig’s List? We lucked out with you, Blondie, but we had to weed through about a dozen roommate from hell candidates before that.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t use Craig’s List then,” advised Aubrey. “I can tack up a notice in the employee lounge at the hotel instead.”

“It’s worth thinking about,” agreed Jenna. “Though once my mother learned you were leaving she started putting the pressure on me to let one of my cousins move in. The only reason I haven’t agreed is because I can’t remember anything about this girl, even what she looks like. And my mother swears we were inseparable as children. That’s what happens when you’ve got too many family members to keep track of.”

“That’s not such a bad problem to have,” remarked Melanie somberly.

Jenna gave her a hug. “Hey, cookie, you’re one of the family, too, you know. In fact, while Blondie here is off shagging Doctor Hotstuff for the next few days, you and I get to attend my great-aunt’s ninetieth birthday party. A big luau, complete with a roasted pig and hula dancers. And best of all, my cousin Ronnie’s killer rum punch, which is the only way I’ll be able to make it through the party.”

“Speaking of Doctor Hotstuff - I mean, Jordan - I think that’s his Jeep pulling into the driveway,” said Melanie. “Time for you to head out, Aubrey.”

Aubrey gave both of her roommates a good-bye hug, promising to send them regular texts, and telling them to have a good time at the birthday party.

As Jenna held open the door for her, she whispered in Aubrey’s ear, “If he asks you again, don’t be an idiot this time, okay? Just say yes, for God’s sake.”

 

***

 

“Here you go.”

Aubrey smiled her thanks as Jordan handed her a flute of sparkling wine. She had gone along with his suggestion to order a bottle of champagne this evening instead of a cocktail, given that it was his last night in Hawaii. But, no, she told herself sternly as they clinked glasses together. She wasn’t going to think about that, much less begin counting down the hours until he had to fly out tomorrow afternoon. What she was going to do was enjoy every single minute they still had together, including tonight’s dinner.

They had agreed to order room service again, not wanting to spend their last night together in a busy, crowded restaurant. Aubrey was wearing the gorgeous blue and purple floral print silk dress he’d bought her, along with the sexy high-heeled sandals. She’d taken some pains with her makeup, and used some sort of product in her hair that made it shimmer. Beneath the slip-style dress she wore one of the sets of couture lingerie he had bought for her that first morning she’d woken up in this same suite at the Gregson resort. She felt glamorous and feminine and desirable, especially since Jordan couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of her.

The feeling, however, was very, very mutual, she thought, gazing at him appreciatively. He was wearing the same suit he’d had on the night of their first date, though tonight he wasn’t wearing a tie. He’d left several buttons of his white dress shirt open, revealing the lean, strong column of his throat and the bare skin of his upper chest. His tan had deepened considerably in the two weeks since he’d arrived, giving him a dark and dangerous look that she found irresistible. His black hair was a bit longer, too, though he’d combed back the one errant lock that frequently fell across his forehead. And even though she’d watched him shave this morning, by this time of the day his cheeks and chin were lightly stubbled. He was so handsome, so effortlessly sexy, that she felt like an adolescent girl with a crush on a rock star as she gazed at him now.

“I know what that look means,” he told her, chuckling. He brushed his knuckles over her flushed cheek. “Impatient, are we?”

Aubrey nodded, not bothering to disguise the expression of lusty eagerness she knew he must have seen in her eyes. “Uh, huh,” she breathed. “I mean, it’s been a whole eight hours or so after all since - well, since the last time. How long will dinner keep?”

Jordan’s palm opened over her cheek, holding her head still as he kissed her lightly on the lips. “Nowhere near long enough,” he whispered, sliding an arm around her waist as he pulled her flush against his body. “I’m not about to rush a single minute of my last night in paradise with you. And since I finally convinced you to order the most expensive entrée on the menu, we shouldn’t let it go to waste.” He gave her earlobe an erotic little nibble that caused her to shiver in reaction, before adding, “Believe me, darlin’, I’m as anxious as you are. But being with you isn’t just about sex, Aubrey. So let’s enjoy our champagne, hmm? Not to mention this sunset.”

“I arranged for it, you know,” she murmured jokingly, resting her head against his shoulder. “The sunset, that is. I made sure that it didn’t rain or that it wasn’t too windy tonight. So that everything would be perfect for your last night on Maui.”

He rested his chin on the top of her head. “You know, we have pretty spectacular sunsets in San Francisco, too. It isn’t always foggy and cold there like the skeptics would have you believe. As you’ll find out for yourself when you come to stay with me in a few weeks.”

“Jordan.” Aubrey lifted her head to look up at him reproachfully, expecting to see a teasing gleam in his eyes. But she was taken aback to find that he was gazing at her with all seriousness in his expression. “I - you know I haven’t decided yet. Haven’t told you yes.”

“But you will,” he replied cheerfully. “I know you’re tempted, Aubrey. What I don’t know is why you’re still fighting me on this. Unless, of course, you’re tired of me already and have another hot Australian surfer lined up to take my place.”

He was obviously joking but, at the same time, she detected a hint of worry in his words, and was quick to reassure him. “I think it would take a very long time for any woman to get tired of you,” she told him earnestly. “And I’m no exception. And I can’t imagine meeting anyone who could possibly take your place. I guess I’m a little hesitant about saying yes because I’ve never lived with a guy before. Well, unless you count the week the surfer bum crashed on our couch until Jenna got two of her cousins to come over and throw him out. Her big cousins, the ones who were offensive linemen at the University of Hawaii. And I know you’re not inviting me to live with you per se, just visit for a little while, but I’m afraid you’ll regret extending the invitation sooner than later. And that you’d be too much of a gentleman to tell me and then things would get - ”

Jordan cut off whatever she was going to say next by covering her mouth with his, kissing her long and slow and very, very thoroughly. She slid her arms around his neck as he tightened his own about her waist.

“Now that I’ve managed to stop your babbling for a couple of minutes, it’s my turn to say a few things,” he said sternly when he finally stopped kissing her. “So please listen carefully, okay?”

At her nod, he continued, his arms still holding her tightly. “This vacation was something of a last minute thing for me. I was dealing with an issue back in San Francisco, and thought that a change of scenery would help me to stop thinking about it for awhile. And I also figured that banging a different woman each night during my stay would further distract me from my troubles.” He ran a forefinger tenderly across her lips. “But on my very first day here - hell, I hadn’t even managed to get my swim trunks wet - I saw this beautiful goddess emerging from the waves, and suddenly she was all I could think about. I forgot about my issues back at home, forgot about my plans to entertain a revolving door of women, forgot about anything else except meeting you and making sure you didn’t get away before agreeing to see me again.”

Aubrey hung on every word he spoke, her blue-eyed gaze locked intently with his gray one, and tried very hard to remember to breathe right about now. “Go - go on,” she urged in a husky voice.

He smiled, that sexy, panty-melting smile that always made her feel a little weak in the knees. “I told you that night at Surf’s Up that I’d never lived with a woman, had never even considered inviting one to stay with me for a short time. So I’m just as much in the dark as you are about how it all works. But we’ve been doing great these past two weeks, haven’t we? I mean, this probably doesn’t qualify as officially cohabitating, but we’ve spent every free minute you’ve had together. You don’t mind that I’m sort of a slob, while I’ve been overlooking the fact that you snore a little.”

She gasped, swatting him playfully on the bicep. “Omigod, I do not snore!”

Jordan grinned, sliding a hand down to caress her buttock. “Sorry to break the news, darlin’, but you do. Just a little. Though it’s really more of a snuffle. It’s cute. But in all seriousness, the point I was trying to make is that having a woman live with me is something I’m a rank novice at. Rather than me being the one to regret issuing the invitation, it’s way more likely that you’ll be storming out of my place after the first couple of days. But we’ll never know unless we give it a try. So are you ready to say yes?”

She hesitated, still not sure of what she was afraid of. She’d done a lot of outlandish things in her twenty-five years - diving off cliffs in Mexico, deep sea diving here in Hawaii, mountain climbing in Alaska, not to mention all of the sports she’d participated in throughout the years, and the community service trips to third world countries she had made in high school. But for some reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, agreeing to stay with Jordan at his home in San Francisco for a few weeks intimidated the hell out of her.

“I - not quite yet,” she admitted. “I’m sorry, it’s just not something I’ve ever done before, you know? And I know I promised you an answer, but I’m not ready to make a decision right now. Are - are you angry?”

“Baby.” He wrapped her up in his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I could never be angry with you, Aubrey. And I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you into this. Hey, even though we’ve been nearly inseparable this past two weeks, there’s still a hell of a lot we need to learn about each other. And I admittedly have a lousy track record when it comes to women and relationships, so I don’t blame you for being careful. Just - keep thinking about it, okay? There’s no deadline to give me an answer, and the offer will continue to stand. Now, let’s have another glass or two of this champagne and then eat that very expensive dinner we ordered. I have a feeling you’d never forgive yourself if you let it go to waste.”

She gave him a grateful smile, relieved that she didn’t have to give him an answer this evening, and let him lead her over to the patio table that had been set with beautiful linens, china, and crystal for their dinner.

The food was delicious, as she’d known it would be after having eaten numerous meals here at the hotel over these past couple of weeks. The steak was as tender as butter, the vegetables perfectly done, the tiny roast potatoes virtually melting in her mouth. Jordan kept their wine glasses filled with the rich Cabernet he’d ordered, but it wasn’t the alcohol that was making her feel slightly dazed. No, it was the way he kept looking at her from across the table, the unmistakable gleam of desire in his dark gray eyes, as well as all the subtle little ways he found to touch her throughout the meal - his fingers brushing over hers as he refilled her wine glass; his knee rubbing against hers under the table; the sensuous slide of his hand along her thigh and beneath the hem of her dress. By the time they had finished their main course, Aubrey was trembling all over in reaction, so aroused and needy that she could barely set her wine glass down without spilling the ruby liquid.

“More wine?” asked Jordan in a deceptively casual voice. “Or are you ready to move on to dessert?”

She got to her feet a bit unsteadily, holding onto the edge of the table for support, then carefully walked around to where he sat. “No wine,” she whispered unevenly. “And the only thing I want to move onto right now is you.”

His eyes widened in surprise as she very unexpectedly straddled his lap, the close fitting skirt of her dress riding high up on her thighs as she did so. She cupped his face between her palms, then bent low to kiss him, her tongue parting his lips easily. Jordan groaned unresistingly, his hands sliding from her hips to her ass as she began a slow bump and grind on his lap. She leaned forward until her breasts were crushed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples straining against the lace of the bra that suddenly felt far too tight and restrictive. Impatiently, and without lifting her mouth from his, she reached behind her back and fumbled with the zipper of the dress, lowering it all the way down. Blindly, she pushed the top half of the dress to her waist, then just as frantically unhooked her bra. She urged his hands to her naked breasts, whispering against his lips, “Please. Oh, God, please. I need…”

Jordan knew exactly what she needed without having to be asked twice, or told what to do. In fact, she realized faintly as he took both of her swollen, achy breasts in his big, capable hands, he’d been exactly right when he had told her that he already knew her body better than she did. Either that, or he was just so damned good at this - at giving a woman pleasure, at worshipping her body, and making her feel that she could happily spend the rest of her life in his arms. His tongue flicked back and forth over each of her nipples, teasing her until she felt like she might scream in frustration. But it was a groan that escaped her throat instead as he closed his lips over one taut nipple, sucking the entire areola into his mouth.

By the time he had switched his attention to her other breast, Aubrey was squirming impatiently on his lap, already riding his cock frantically through the layers of their clothing. She closed her eyes, her head falling back limply as she continued to grind herself against him, so close to climaxing that she could feel its approach taunting her.

“Come on, baby,” urged Jordan hoarsely, his lips caressing the deep valley between her breasts, as his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her silky thong. “Let go now. You’re so fucking wet, Aubrey, so hot. Come for me now, sweetheart.”

He shoved two fingers up inside her vagina, where she was indeed dripping wet, and rubbed a thumb over her clit at the same time. Seconds later she exploded, coming so hard that the chair that held their combined body weight shook precariously, nearly toppling over. To muffle the scream that would have escaped her throat otherwise, Aubrey bit down on her bottom lip, hard enough to break the skin.

Jordan soothed the tiny puncture with his tongue, licking away the few drops of blood that welled up, but she was too drunk with pleasure to even notice the pain. Clumsily, she untangled herself from his lap, making sure to hold onto the table for support as she got to her feet unsteadily. He was there beside her in an instant, slipping an arm around her waist.

“Inside,” he told her roughly. “It’s not so late that we won’t be overheard by our neighbors out here. And for everything I’m planning to do to you, darlin’, I sure as hell don’t want an audience.”

But the second they were back inside the privacy of their suite, the French doors shut firmly behind them, Aubrey didn’t hesitate to sink to her knees in front of him, her fingers toying with the zipper of his trousers.

“Your turn,” she murmured suggestively, lowering the zipper as she drew out his fully erect penis, the tip already oozing with thick drops of pre-ejaculate.

“Ah, fuck.”

The curse escaped from Jordan’s lips as her tongue daintily lapped up the seminal fluid. Aubrey glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she continued to flutter her tongue around the broad head of his cock, almost recoiling when she saw how darkly his cheeks were flushed, how heavy-lidded his gray eyes were.

“Take that off.”

He gestured at the dress that was still caught around her hips, and at his husky command she quickly pulled it over her head and set it to one side.

“Look at you, baby,” he purred, his hand tangling in her blonde hair and tilting her head up towards him. His thumb brushed over her bruised lips. “God damn, you’re so hot, Aubrey. So fucking hot with those big, bare tits and nothing else on except that itty bitty scrap of lace barely covering your pussy, and those sexy as hell shoes. I want you to leave those shoes on when I fuck you later, got it? But for now, since you’re offering so sweetly, open your mouth for me, baby.”

Obediently, she did as he instructed, parting her lips wide enough for him to guide his cock inside her mouth. This wasn’t the first time she’d given him a blow job, but it was the first time she’d done so kneeling before him in this submissive posture. But rather than feel dominated by being on her knees, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each thrust of his hips, Aubrey felt powerful, in control, and supremely aware of her own sexuality. His groans of pleasure contributed to her own arousal, causing her nipples to become even harder, her pussy even wetter. She’d learned with practice over the past couple of weeks how to relax her throat so that she could take him even deeper, had also learned how to use her hand and mouth at the same time to drive him nearly to the edge. With each deep pull of her mouth, each stroke of her hand, Jordan’s cries became increasingly guttural, his words indecipherable, and she knew his body well enough by now to recognize the signs of his impending release.

But he startled her by pulling out mere seconds before he would have emptied himself into her eager, willing mouth, then latching onto her arm and jerking her to her feet.

“We finish this my way,” he rasped. “As heavenly as it feels to fuck that pretty mouth, I want to come buried as far up inside that hot pussy of yours as I can get instead. This way.”

He propelled her towards the bedroom at a breakneck pace, and it was all she could do to stay upright on the high heels he’d insisted she keep on. Once they reached the bedroom Jordan motioned to the bed with his head as he began to practically rip the clothes off his body.

“Thong off, shoes on,” he growled. “And be prepared to hang on tight, darlin’, because this is going to be the fuck of your life.”

Aubrey had barely reclined back onto the mattress when he was on her like a wild thing, practically wrenching her thighs apart in his eagerness to get inside her. The cry that he wrung from her throat as he rammed his dick inside of her seemed to echo around the bedroom, and the last coherent thought she was able to manage was that it was probably a good thing they weren’t still out on the patio right now, where everyone in a half mile radius would have surely heard them.

As close as he’d been to climaxing just moments ago, Jordan seemed to have found renewed stamina now, in no particular rush to finish up. He guided one of her legs to wrap around his neck, levering himself up off the mattress as he fucked her with long, deep strokes, never faltering in the tempo. This particular position gave him open access to her body, allowing him to get so far inside of her that the sensations were almost too much to bear - part pleasure and part pain, she thought faintly.

And then, impossible as it seemed, he took her even deeper, lifting her other leg to wrap around his neck, her ankles crossed one over the other. His hands were under her buttocks, lifting her off the mattress as he started fucking her harder, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm.

“J-Jordan,” she wheezed, her breathing shallow, her heart pounding so hard she could scarcely speak. “G-God, I - it’s too much, it’s - I c-can’t take..”

“You can,” he told her arrogantly, not easing up on his domination of her body for even a second. “And you will. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, darlin’, and for as long as I want. You’ll take as much as I want to give you, and then still want more. Do you know why?”

She gave a brief shake of her head, feeling a tear slip out of the corner of her eye. “N-n-no. I - I don’t.”

“Liar,” he teased, moving one hand to caress her belly, then sliding lower into the damp blonde curls covering her mound. “You like to fuck, baby, and you especially like to fuck me. Because you know how good I make it for you, how hard I make you come. Isn’t that right?”

Aubrey shuddered as he began to stimulate her clit, pinching it between his fingers. “Y-yes,” she sobbed, her head tossing to and fro.

“Do you want to come now, Aubrey? Shall I give you another one of those orgasms that you like so much?” he crooned.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Please, please, Jordan, please make me come!”

“My sweet baby,” he soothed, bending low to kiss her flushed cheek. “And how sweetly you beg. Tell you what, darlin’. I’ll give you the biggest, best orgasm of your life if you answer one question for me.”

She was close, so damned close, and she knew Jordan could make her come whenever he wanted. But he was holding back intentionally, keeping her tantalizingly close to the edge, making her so hungry that she would have willingly agreed to anything right now to be able to come.

“What - what question?” she panted.

He ran his tongue along the side of her neck until he reached her ear. “Will you agree to visit me in San Francisco? If you give me the right answer then I’ll rock your world clear off its axis.”

Aubrey was too needy, too far gone at the moment to be vexed at his deliberate manipulation, and could only whisper a weak “Yes” in response to his demand.

“Right answer,” he murmured wickedly in her ear, just before he took her so far over the edge she feared the freefall would never stop.