by Hawk, Maya
“Or we can get this show on the road,” I say. “Five years, Jordana. Five long fucking years. Do you have any idea what that does to a man? I’m right there. On the edge. You are too. I could kiss you so fucking hard right now, and I could promise you you won’t want it to end there.”
Her mouth presses in a hard line, and her shoulders slump as if her body’s giving up without a fight.
“So tell me, Jordana, what makes you so curious about me?” I swallow the tension in my throat, feeling my cock harden. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the pleasure of a tight pussy clenching around my hardness. Her scent, her full lips, her thick curves, and her pillowed cleavage are all conspiring against me to lose my better judgment. “Are you curious about me? Curious about what it would feel to get fucked by the one person you have no business fucking?”
She gasps, stepping back until her back is flat against the wall. The widening of her dark eyes tells me I’ve hit the nail on the head.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I get it. I’m forbidden fruit. But you’re the low-hanging fruit, princess. I could snatch you right up, make you mine right here on the floor of my father’s house. The same hall our parents walk every damn day.”
“What are you trying to do?” Her face scrunches. “Why are you doing this?”
“To warn you.” I shrug. “Stay away from me.”
She laughs.
“You think I’m joking?” I ask.
“I think you’re overestimating yourself,” she says, suddenly wearing confident half-smirk. “I can handle myself around you.”
“Can you, Jordana?” I wet my lips. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. The way your breath catches every time I say something to you. The way your hands get all fidgety when I look your way. You’re attracted to me. You’d fuck the shit out of me if I’d let you.”
“You’re just horny. You don’t know what you’re saying.” She tries to wave me off.
“When was the last time you got laid?” My hands hook on my hips, just above my “V.”
Her eyes fall to the thin white towel separating my throbbing cock from plain sight. It’s all I can do not to grow massively huge right here, in front of her.
“That’s a personal question. I hardly know you.” Her shoulder jerk away before she pushes past me and heads to her room.
I follow.
“It’s a relevant question,” I say. “You’re horny as fuck, Jordana. I can see it.”
She tosses a hand in the air and steps over the threshold to my old bedroom. I hardly recognize it anymore. My posters. My furniture. It’s all gone. Same blue paint on the walls but that’s it.
Just as well though.
I’m not the same man.
I’m not the Titan Blackstone who used to sleep in this room. That guy had hopes and dreams and a future ahead of him. But he’s dead and gone now. Only difference between the whereabouts of his soul and the whereabouts of his mom and sister is that he’s trapped in a living hell.
“What are you doing?” She spills around to face me.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jordana?” I ask. No more games. No more bullshit.
“Titan…”
I clear my throat. “Yes or no.”
Her gaze leaves mine, dragging over my carved chest and falling to the bulge beneath the towel.
“I-I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” she says. “And I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
She buries her head in her hands and sinks into the foot of her bed.
“No,” she says, laughing. “No, this is a bad idea. I can’t believe you had me entertaining this for a minute. We can’t.”
“It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I say. “I’m moving out as soon as I get my first check. You won’t ever see me again.”
“I’ll see you at Christmas and Thanksgiving…”
The fact that she’s still entertaining this idea makes my cock grow.
“No you won’t,” I say. “Once I’m gone, I’m never coming back.”
Her jaw falls.
“Fuck me, Jordana.” My voice is a low growl, deep in my chest. Our eyes lock, and I’m seconds from pouncing on her unless she tells me to get the fuck out of her room. “You want to. I can see it your eyes.”
She glances to the floor.
“I want to taste you.” I step toward her. “Feel you from the inside…”
Jordana swallows, raking her shaking hand along her comforter.
“You’re a good girl,” I say. “You do everything right. You went to school. You probably get good grades. I doubt you’ve smoked as much as a cigarette in your life.”
Our eyes meet again. I have her attention.
“You deserve to be bad, even if it’s just once.” My words are the final shove she needs, pushing her over the edge we’d been standing at since the moment we first met. “Can’t promise I’ll be gentle. But I promise it’ll leave you just as satisfied as it’ll leave me.”
Her lips fall, like she’s halfway between protesting and giving in.
“So what’ll it be?” I take another step toward her. “What’s your answer?”
“This is wrong.”
CHAPTER NINE – JORDANA
He’s gone.
I expected him to keep pushing and pushing, and maybe part of me wanted him to. Instead, I gave him a non-committal answer. He wanted to fuck me, and I told him it was wrong.
Just like that, he turned on his heel and left my room.
My fingers pulse, missing the way his skin might’ve felt beneath them. My thighs squeeze together, staving off the burning ache that ignited when I first saw him in his towel in the hall.
Everything about Titan is wrong for me.
He’s the son of my mother’s boyfriend, and I can only imagine the things she would say…
And he’s “on paper”. A parolee. Getting involved with him would cost me my internship and future job opportunities.
I can’t throw away my future over the possibility of some good sex.
I need a cold shower.
I need an icy drink of water.
I need some fresh air.
I bolt out of my room, passing the hall bathroom where Titan stands there, flossing his teeth like he wasn’t previously two seconds from fucking me.
“Going somewhere?” he asks when I rush past.
Gripping the bannister at the top of the stairs, I pause. Not sure why. He doesn’t need to know where I’m going, and engaging in this conversation is asking for trouble.
My knees weaken. I’m wound up. Craving a release. Sure would be nice to have a fuck buddy like most of my friends. They were all busy finding guys to hook up with on the regular while I kept my nose buried in a book the last four years.
“Going for a walk,” I call out.
“It’s dark.” He emerges from the bathroom. “There are no sidewalks on our streets. Very few street lights.”
Yeah, and I’d probably still be safer out there than in here.
“Then I’ll go on a drive.” My sweaty palm slides down the railing as I take my first step. It’s a step in the right direction: away from Titan.
Away from temptation.
Lead me not into temptation, I say a silent prayer.
His hands hook his hips and he leans back, drinking me in from where he stands. I’m sure he’s amused, and even if I don’t look it, I’m impressed with the amount of self-control he has.
Five years without sex had to have left him horny as hell, and I’m standing here, ripe for the picking.
I pull in a deep breath and take another step before remembering my keys, phone, and purse are back in my room. I’ll have to walk by him again.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
I don’t answer. Instead, I climb back up the stairs and trek back to my room, eyes averted.
“This is adorable,” he laughs, standing in my doorway as I ransack my room for my things. I’m never this
disorganized, but I can’t hardly think straight when I feel the weight of his dirty gaze on my curves. “You’re trying so hard to get out of here. All along I thought you didn’t trust me. Shit, Jordana. You don’t trust yourself.”
I say nothing, swiping my keys from under a pillow on the floor. My eyes scan around the room, until I see my phone resting on top of my vanity.
“You’re afraid of fucking me,” he says. “You’re afraid you’ll like fucking me.”
Refusing to reply, I grab my purse and shove everything inside.
“There’s only one way to find out if you’ll like it or not,” he says.
My sex throbs, aching to be filled and pounded until it hurts in the best of ways. My body is floating, disconnected from logic and reality. The thought of being weighed down by a muscled, tatted felon ignites a burn so fierce I can’t ignore it any longer.
Running my tongue across my lips, I drop my purse. “You want me, Titan?”
His eyebrows lift, and he comes toward me: a silent yes of sorts.
I drag a clean breath across my lips and reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. My fingers glide around to my back, unsnapping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
His blue eyes are wide as saucers as he reaches his hand behind him to slam my bedroom door.
This is happening.
Oh, God.
This is really happening.
I can’t breathe. I can’t feel my face. My body’s on fire, the heat radiating from my core and spreading through my veins.
I work the buttons of my jeans and slide them off. I expected him to pounce on me, take the reins, but he’s standing there, admiring the little strip show I’m inadvertently performing.
He’s appreciating this moment, and he should. He’s waited years for this.
“Are you going to just stand there?” I ask, eyeing his towel with the noticeable bulge growing behind it.
With one fluid swing of his arm, he yanks it off and lets it fall.
He’s huge.
And hard.
For me…
Stepping toward me, his brawny hands hook my hips before sliding down my ass. He squeezes a handful of my flesh until it almost hurts, and then he pulls me against him. Nothing is separating us besides my lace panties, and I blush when I realize how soaked they are.
I’m gulping air and still finding it hard to breathe. I’m drowning in the deliciousness of the danger ahead.
Titan is a hardened criminal. Being with him is risky. Wrong.
But my body is steering the ship now. The rest of me has been cast ashore.
His fingertips trail up the small of my back, leaving a path of goose bumps as he curves his hands just under my arms. The side of his thumbs graze my bare breasts, causing me to gasp as my nipples ache and harden.
Titan’s cock is a full attention, pressed against the fabric of my wet panties, and his hand lifts to my face, tilting my chin up until our lips are centimeters apart.
“You sure you want this?” he asks.
I lick my lips and nod, barely capable of offering a solid yes because my voice is trapped somewhere behind the anxious lump in my throat.
“I’m telling you,” he says, “once I start, I’m not stopping. It’ll be physically impossible.”
My heart hammers inside my chest, and my ears flush with heat beneath a blanket of dark hair.
Titan’s free hand drags down the front of my belly until he reaches the waist of my panties, inches from my swollen clit. Slipping a finger between my flesh and the lace fabric, he finds my seam and slides a curled finger inside me.
“Fuck, Jordana,” he groans, his lips still seconds from teasing mine. “You’re soaked. You really want this, don’t you?”
He presses his cock against my bare thigh, and I nod, biting my lips and squeezing my eyes. I can’t speak. I can only exist. I’m a physical body made weak with desire.
Before I have a chance to process the intense urges flooding my body, he’s ripped my panties in two. Titan lifts me onto the bed, making me weightless in his arms for the brief moment before he drops me like a cavewoman.
“I never said this was going to be romantic,” he smirks. “You want romance? You got the wrong guy.”
I’m fine with that. I don’t want to be romanced by the son of my mother’s boyfriend anyway.
“Stop talking,” I moan, my words breathy and void of self-control.
He crawls over me, dwarfing me under his chiseled physique, and our eyes meet. I melt into the pillow behind my head as his hand trails down my center once more. My weakened knees fall apart the second he lowers his mouth to my clit and tongues my aching pussy.
My hand flies behind me, grabbing the feather pillow as hard as I can as he laps my arousal. He devours me like I’m his last meal, like my arousal is the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he can’t get enough. Like he’s starving.
His tongue presses inside me before snaking between my folds and circling my clit. Sucking my swollen nub, an electric current threatens to take me down, but I’m not ready. I don’t want this to end before it’s even begun.
Titan’s mouth is hot, his tongue magical. His hands slide up my sides as he consumes me, grabbing my breasts and pinning me down as I writhe beneath his command.
Moans slip past my lips. Our parents went out for dinner, and I’m not sure when they’ll be back. They’ve been gone a couple hours though. I can practically see the sands slipping through the hourglass. They’ll be home any minute.
Titan sits up, taking his monstrous cock his hand and pulling me to an upright position. Without saying a word, I take him in my mouth. He fills everything I have, and it’s still not enough to contain him.
A bead of pre-cum hits the back of my throat, sending a pulse to my core at the thought of him blowing his load inside me.
“There you go, suck that cock,” he whispers, his hands tangled in my hair.
Right now I’m his dirty girl, his good girl turned bad.
Only in this room, in this moment, and just this once.
My lips slide the length of him as my tongue swirls his warm flesh, and just when I think I could do this all night, he pulls himself from my mouth. I swallow his flavor and wait for his next order. The wicked glint in his eyes makes my heart stop in the most delicious of ways.
His words echo in my mind. Once we start, he won’t be able to stop.
Titan moves toward my headboard, sitting upright with his hand gripping the base of his cock. His eyes are a silent invitation I can’t refuse.
I glance around the room.
“What?” he asks.
“Do you have a condom?”
His head angles, and his brows meet. “Do I look like I have a fucking condom right now?”
“I’m on the pill but…”
“I’ve never fucked a girl bareback before,” he says. “You’d be my first.”
I know he’s clean. I saw it in his medical records in the NCIC system. He had a full examination as well as blood work done just before discharging. He’s clean as a whistle.
His cock is still rock hard, waiting, and my sex is already in a painful state of desperation.
Without saying another word, I climb into his lap, straddling him. With his hand still gripping his erection, I impale myself with him, sliding down slowly, inch by inch. He stretches me as far as I’ll go, and fills me deeper than I ever knew possible.
I feel him all.
Hot. Hard.
Bare flesh against bare flesh.
My cheek falls against his stone hard shoulder as I sigh for a second. His hands grip my hips, prompting me to move. Lifting myself up and down, I ride Titan’s throbbing cock. Slow at first, working into it, and then aided by the renewed flood of arousal that arrives a moment later.
I find my rhythm, and he takes my breasts, squeezing them between his hands. The harder he squeezes, the harder I bounce. Each impalement is more eager than the one before. When he releases me from h
is grip, he lets himself slip out of me.
“Lay down,” he says.
I follow his command and situation myself beneath him. Grabbing my ankles, he lifts them to his shoulders before slicking his finger between my seams. With his cock positioned at my entrance, he plunges himself deep inside me.
His thrusts are quick, needy, carnal.
Our skin slaps with each thrust, amplified by the quiet room and complemented with our breathless moans.
For a moment, we’re not Titan and Jordana. We’re two bodies filled with urges neither of us could ignore a second longer.
His cock fills me, the warm friction lighting my nerve-endings and forcing my body to come alive. Titan’s thrusts are hard, animalistic. Pain mixes with pleasure and dissolves into the hint of the sweet release to come.
I reach for him, gripping his rippled biceps until my nails are dug deep into his smooth skin. Can’t remember the last time a man could command my body with his sheer presence.
Titan grunts, pushing himself deeper inside and letting my legs fall to his sides. With his weight pressing me into the mattress, he fucks me with slow, deep thrusts, feeling all of me against all of him and burying his face between my swelling breasts. Taking a pert nipple between his teeth, he swirls the hard bud with his tongue before slipping it into his warm mouth.
For a second, our eyes meet. It happens so quickly I have to wonder if it was my imagination. This isn’t soul-grazing, lovey-dovey sex. This is a fuck-me-hard and forget-it-happened-afterwards sex.
My ankles hook around him, pushing him into me with each thrust. The friction builds until it reaches an intensity I can’t fight any longer. Arching my back, I let the moment take me over, my body writhing and pressing against his as I reach a peak I’d never experienced before.
When I’m finished, Titan pulls out, gripping his wet cock and coaxing his load until my lower belly is blanketed in his white seed. The second he’s done, he rolls over and collapses next to me.
He’s still hard as a rock.
I guarantee he could go another round or two without any problems.
But I’m spent.
I want to bask in this moment. Envelop myself in the physicality and ignore the psychology. Despite the fact that I’m a thinker, I don’t want to think right now. It’ll only take away from the delicious guilt and pleasure sinking into my bones.
