Hot to the Touch

by Samara King

  She felt the ripples of pleasure pulse through him as he shook and murmured dirty words that intensified as her hands teased him. The low growl coming from him made her feel powerful, wicked. She dropped to her knees and replaced her hands with her mouth, suckling the tip of his dick. In and out. "Baby!" Jordan’s hands wound in her hair, pulling the strands from the ponytail and gently massaged her scalp.

  The sensation was dizzying and oh-so electrifying. She went faster, taking in more of his salty skin. She loved the taste of him. The way he pumped his hips forward and slowly retracted and repeated a slow delicious pace that made her pussy drip with moisture. She had to have all of him. She couldn’t wait any longer and she aimed to prove it. She tightened her lips around his shaft, pulling gently but methodically causing Jordan to pump d faster against her.

  "Yes. Yesss." Belinda felt the edge was close as he went rock hard inside of her mouth and thickened.

  His fingers clutched her shoulders as his thrusts continued at a sure and deep pace. She sensed he was taking it easy on her and decided to take control and gripped his ass with her fingers forcing him deeper, taking all of his dick inside her mouth.

  The roar that erupted out of Jordan's mouth had held nothing on the sweet release from his body as his seed splintered forth. She drunk him his essence in. and enjoyed every drop of him. She had never tasted a man before and was glad that the first time was with Jordan. The intimacy of it made her smile naughtily as she looked up and found him watching her.

  "I hope you liked that."

  Jordan reached out to take her hand, helping her to stand. "I loved that and I'm going to show you how much."

  "You are?" Jordan’s tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. His essence and the sweetness on her lips melded.

  "Yes." He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Skin against skin. Flesh lapping against flesh.

  Belinda bit her lip, knowing the wicked look on Jordan's face was only a inking of the sensual assault he was going to unleash on her. She wanted it all and opened her legs as wide as she could as he hastily threw anything off his desk and planted her on top of it. He braced himself between her thighs. Looking at her like a thirsty man who was about to be drenched.

  "I want you to look in my eyes, Belle." Jordan dipped the head of his dick, tormented her clit and up and down her slit. "Don't look away. I want to watch you as I fuck you."

  "Yes." Belinda fought the need to close her eyes and edge her hips upward as he continued to play with her, quickly entering her pussy with the tip of his penis and then slowly retracting.

  She teetered on the precipice edge of climaxing. She bit down on her bottom lip, his dick felt so sinfully good. Rock hard and erotic. The need she saw in his dark eyes mirrored her own. He was so handsome. She wanted to be his. She wanted to be branded and to belong to him. Her heart craved it even if her mouth hadn't been able to say what she'd felt.

  She felt the bond between them lengthening thickening and breaking past what they'd experienced last year. Jordan grunted and begun to move inside her deeply, swiftly. He continued to watch her as he pumped inside of her body. Deeper and deeper.

  She cried out, unable to wrap her legs around his waist as she he gripped her ankles, holding them wide apart as he rode her expertly. Moving every fraction of an inch to each side. Each thrust set a cadence that strummed deep within the core of her, milking her for everything she had.

  Jordan consumed every drop of come and blending his essence insider her womb. He kept moving, faster and faster. His eyes spoke to her. Telling her what his mouth did not. He wanted her. Needed to fill her to the very core. And then she saw it, the gentle gleam within his gaze as he looked over her appreciating the jiggle of her flesh, her full breasts jutted up and out and bounced her.

  Her thick thighs clenched his hips and rubbed against him as they their bodies merged again and again. Slick with heat and sweat. Drips of it rolled down her breasts and his brow. His bronze skin glistened above her as he drove in and out of her body. He rocked her back and forth causing a heady friction to stir deep inside her womb.

  "I want you to know who's making love to you Belle." Jordan's words were hoarse and strained as he tried to keep control over his body. The desk slammed against the wall as he held on to Belinda and took her pussy as her his own.

  He knew when he'd found her spot because she cried out his name and arched her back off the desk. He would never forget the sound of her saying it.

  Jordan felt her inner walls tighten around him, fisting him into a tight vise that would make him come but he was determined to hear her lose control once more and s twisted inside of her and repositioned her legs to crisscross, the pleasure of the even tighter path he'd woven made him drop his head back as pure waves of pleasure shook him to the core.

  He lost the battle of making her his, because in that moment as he came deep and thickly inside of her pussy, he felt her taking control of him.

  No matter what the next day brought to him. No matter where he was. He’d remember this. The look of bliss on her beautiful face as the orgasm splintered that cool she often tried to hide behind.

  Jordan knew his heart would belong to Belinda forever.

  BELINDA LEANED BACK on the desk. She smiled. Of all play places to make love. Maybe one day they'd make it to a bed. But she wasn't complaining even though her body was sore and tender from the blunt force of their lovemaking, she could do little but grin.

  That night after the ball, she’d found herself so conflicted, in disbelief of the irony of Jordan being her mystery man. Part of her had been thrown back to that time in her life when she’d made the ultimate decision over him and Nate. The same day that Nate had died.

  A lump formed in her throat at the memory. The disbelief that reflected back in his eyes as she’d tried to explain what she could barely understand herself. She was in love with another man.

  Jordan.

  She turned her head and found Jordan watching her, he was sitting in a chair. "What are you thinking about?"

  His gaze dipped to her lips and then back to her eyes. "You."

  She felt her body glow with heat. He made it no secret that he was taking in every voluptuous curve of her body naked body. She really should move but felt as if every ounce of strength had been zapped from her.

  There had been nothing gentle about what they'd just done to each other. Yet, everything had meant and touched her more than any man's touch ever did. Belinda rose as the thought occurred to her. She was so in love with this man. No other stood a chance. She'd belong to him years ago, a year ago and right now.

  The key to her heart would always belong to Jordan. Every sigh, every orgasm every moan had his name on it. His touch. How could she deny what was written on every inch of her brown skin.

  She couldn't forget about him, no matter how she’d tried. "I guess we should talk."

  Jordan stood and Belinda couldn't help but watch his languid moves as he rounded the desk, bringing the chair with him. He sat back down. She swore he'd given her the most sensual experience as she witnessed every sinewy muscle give and move fluidly as he saw sat down, but not before seeing the upright stance of his dick. He sat open legged, his penis saluting her openly. Belinda's mouth watered as she became mesmerized by his body once again. "Yes, let's talk."

  She forced her eyes back to his face and ignored the smug smile on his lips. "You're not playing fair Jordan.”

  He laughed. The corners of his gorgeous s mouth tilted. "I wasn't aware that I had to baby. You're aware of h me as much as I'm aware of you and that cute ass you have."

  Belinda blushed. "Yours isn't bad either."

  He leaned forward, his kissing her inner thigh. "I love the way you say my name."

  A rush of heat sweep between her legs, her muscles tightened again. She wanted more than just one kiss. "You do?"

  "Yeah." His mouth trailed up her thighs legs. "And I really like the way your pussy taste. I think I'm addicted."

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bsp; Chapter Seven

  HE PARTED HER LEGS, edging her backwards and dipped his head between them, taking her scene scent in as he parted her he licked, teased her clit. He swirled his tongue around the nub and pulled.

  "Oh!"

  He pulled again, causing a white tremor of heat course through her. The slight pain of his teeth grazing her was instantly rewarded him with long licks of his tongue.

  Jordan slipped his tongue deeper, testing her as she bucked and twisted against him. Her pussy convulsed, giving way to his ministration s but he continued. He continued to play with her, taking his fill of her juices as she dripped as her essence dripped between the crevice of her slit he licked and drunk her in.

  His hands d gripped her full hips and squeezed. Belinda came for the second time just as Jordan entered her, thrusting into her languidly, he wasted no time of filling her to the brim with his dick.

  Each thrust he went into her as deeply as he could, paused and twisted into small delicious circles. The rhythm was made her body explode powerfully a third into a third orgasm.

  Jordan tilted her hips upward and moved within her deep and soundly as if possessively taking up every inch of her inner walls and a shaping her to fit him and only him.

  He whispered into her ear. "I can't get enough of you, Belle. You belong to me, your pussy is mine."

  Belinda felt her heart open as if a light had been turned on. She said the only thing she could. "Yes.”

  JORDAN COULDN'T STOP watching her from across the table. They’d made it to his small studio apartment that was housed above the bar about two hours ago. He was thankful that he'd had the good mind to clean up the normal disarray that held all the highlights of being a bachelor’s pad.

  They’d showered and now were eating a quick breakfast of cheese and spinach omelets, bacon and fresh coffee. And it was taking everything he had not to toss their plates to the side and take her right at the table. He’d gladly feast on her.

  Jordan loved everything about Belinda and took in her every move as if he were an artist studying his subject. The way she took delicate bites of her omelet he'd made her. He loved that he was seeing her for the first thing that morning, without makeup or her designer suits. There was no pretense. She looked like a young girl with her hair pulled back and her face fresh. He could get use to this.

  He chided himself for taking Belinda up to his bed last night. He vowed to correct that very soon. His eyes drifted to that pink tongue that darted out as the fork waited for her to take the eggs off of the utensil.

  Everything was sensual about Belinda. The curve of her full lips, the small cleft in her chin, the way she called out his name as she climaxed and the way her essence tasted on his tongue. He doubt she knew, but he was getting turned on by her just from watching her eat.

  Her brown eyes focused on him. “I like what you’ve done with the bar and your apartment.” She looked around. “It fits you.”

  So do you, Jordan thought, not hungry for the food on his plate. Her pussy was made to fit him snuggly and when he hit her spot that was just a few inches from ...

  He looked away, his dick hard and ready to take what was his. “Thank you,” he murmured, stuffing his mouth with eggs and then toast. Anything to keep his mind of licking her cream.

  He’d painted the walls a vivid blue to brighten the place up. His uncle had left him stay in the upper apartment after he’d been released and Jordan had made it his home with several cactuses, lush paintings and overstuffed couches and a matching lounge chair in rich browns and creams.

  Beyond the connecting kitchen that housed a stove, brick walls, high bar-stool chairs were a series of stairs that lead to the upper deck where his bed and bathroom were.

  Jordan looked up to the open front loft above them. He could see his bed and the crisp white sheets glaring back at him like an open invitation to mess them up with intertwined bodies, sweat and silky sighs. The vision made his dick stir painfully against his jeans.

  He sipped at the hot coffee, wondering if caffeine would douse the fire raging beneath the table. “My uncle Wayne was the best thing that ever happened to me. Many who are in my predicament aren’t so lucky.”

  “I was sorry to hear of his passing.”

  “He was a good man. The only father I’ll ever know.”

  Belinda smiled sadly. “I know that kind of pain.”

  “Reign.” Jordan said, speaking of her older sister.

  “She always liked you although she thought you too quiet.”

  “Moving with my Uncle was new experience. My mother had only spoken of him a couple of times as he was never a fan of my father. I have vague memories of them. ”

  “Mine too.” Belinda was quiet for a moment. “I guess that’s why you always felt like a kindred spirit.”

  His gaze wandered over her face. “You too.”

  Jordan tried to keep his mind on the top unsettled matters between them, it helped to douse the dull ache of his need to take her. They had a lot to talk about, resolve and he wanted to make it perfectly clear that he had no intention of letting her walk away from him again. He wasn't willing to deal with the repercussions again.

  Jordan still hadn’t come up with a resolution about Ray that didn’t include violence. Thinking of the pain he’d inflicted on Belinda made him want to unleash revenge on him. He balled his hands into fists. The score was far from being settled between them.

  "I owe you an apology."

  His head lifted. "For what?"

  Belinda turned in her seat so that she was facing him, she folded her hands together and looked deeply into his eyes. "Jordan, you and I have been running this circle between us for as long as I can remember. From the first moment I saw you, I felt it, this vibe. It feels like electricity." Her gaze dipped to his lips. "I think it’s time that I stop running.”

  Jordan listened as intently as he could, the though erection brushing against the tablecloth was putting up a fight to be taken care of. His He couldn't take his eyes off her li mouth and the pouty look of them, the way they accentuated every word she said, making her sentences sound like the sexiest thing going and he was willing to buy a lifetime ticket.

  Her breasts were peeking out from the black tank top she wore and earlier when she'd gotten up to get some cream for her coffee, he'd watched the dark blue denim stretched against her curvy ass with every move she made. Her small feet for bare and toenails painted in pretty coral red. He wanted to taste her again, his tongue ached watered thinking of her sweetness and the honey thickness of it as it coated his mouth.

  "Did you hear me?"

  He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm a little distracted."

  Belinda angled her head at him, "What's on your mind?"

  He smiled. "Ah, I don't know if you want to know the answer to that."

  "Of course, I do."

  Jordan shifted in his seat. Her beautiful eyes showed concern. He realized that he couldn’t be without Belinda again. Everything about her intrigued him. He'd been young and a fool to let her walk away. If he hadn't maybe Nate wouldn't be dead now. The crushing weight settled back on his chest as he wrestled with the words.

  "You are right. We do need to stop running Belinda." He leaned closer. "I should have never allowed you to be alone. I should have been here making love to you every day and night for the last ten years. "

  "Jordan..."

  "No, let me say what I s need to say to you. I know you blamed me for Nate's death, but what you don't know is that when I got wind of what was going to happen that night, I went to find Nate, but it was too late, he was ..." Jordan fell back in his chair, his eyes hazed as he recounted that night and the scene. "There was so much blood, Belle. I tried to do what I could but by that night the guard was there with the police right behind him and I just - lost it. "

  She extended her hands to cover his, tears in her eyes. "I know you loved Nate and you would have done anything for him. I was caught up in my own guilt ad and anger. That wasn't fair to you
."

  "Guilt?"

  "YES.” BELINDA TOOK a deep breath. How could she explain to him about what she'd been feeling for years – the truth - and condense the muddle of her emotions? "Nate knew about us, Jordan."

  "What?"

  "That night that the burglary happened. I had told him that it was over. I told him that I couldn't marry him and that I wanted to be with someone else."

  She sighed, feeling a huge wall come crumbling down. "Jordan, I should have told you, but I carried for the longest time a guilt that had nothing to do with the kiss or what I felt for you, but the words I had told Nate just before he went on his run with Ray. I didn't love him, inside I guess I knew for a long time, that something just wasn't right." Her eyes found his. "But every time I was with you, around you, I felt alive. You made me feel things I had never felt before. "

  She paused, unsure if she was getting her point across. "I couldn't save Ray Nate. And the more and more I tried to pretend that everything was ok, the more I saw that other side of him. I still loved him, but I couldn't stand behind his relationship with ray and those mystery trips.”

  Jordan nodded. "I warned him about Ray. He just wouldn't listen."

  "I feel like that's my fault. That it was my fault that he went to the jewelry store that night. Maybe what I said pushed him over the edge."

  "Nate was a grown man, Belle. He knew what he was doing even if he didn't want to open his eyes to see it. He knew that Ray was in to some bad things and that it would get him in over his head. You are not responsible for his death."

  She looked down at their hands. “I know you had nothing to do with the robbery, Jordan. I never thought you were capable of a thing. But when Nate died – I was so wrapped up in everything that had happened and -” Liking the way they felt laced together. The way she felt now felt like she was cleansing the past off of her soul. She loved that Jordan understood without her having to go into all the details of what was said to Nate.