by LeAnn Ashers
The need to make the ache between my legs disappear is bad, so I grind my hips into his again and moan at the feel. I do it again and again until my legs start to shake as something builds up inside me.
I clench and grind against him again. I pull my lips from his, and I gasp and bite my lip, my whole body tightening. I grind one last time and crash into a million pieces. My body starts shaking and jerking. My legs loosen because I can’t hold myself anymore. Jordan holds me tighter and kisses my forehead.
I just witnessed the best fucking thing in my whole life. Alisha just came apart in my arms, and I’ve never seen someone come apart like this from her just grinding against me. I want to fuck her so bad, but I can’t. Not yet.
I carry her out of the water and lay her on the dock as she comes down. She’s limp and can barely hold her head up.
Pride is what I feel at having made her come so hard.
“Jordan,” she says.
I look at her. “Yeah?”
She smiles a blinding smile that hits me right in the gut. I’m so fucked, beyond fucked. I’ve been fucked since the moment I saw her picture on my computer screen.
She doesn’t say a word as she crawls into my lap and closes her eyes. Taking her hair down out of its bun, I let it fall. I turn my fingers through it, scratching her head as I reach her scalp. She sighs and snuggles closer to my chest.
“Angel, want to go home?”
She nods, and I stand up taking her with me. When we reach the bike, I set her on the ground and grab a towel out of the saddlebag. Then I dry her off.
She grabs the towel for me out of the saddlebag and dries me, going super slow. She accidentally rubs my dick through my shorts. She mutters, “Oops.”
I chuckle under my breath. The main reason I took her out here is it’s an open space. You can see a mile down the road and the club owns a house at the end of the property.
“I’m going to go change.” I leave her to get dressed.
I go behind the tree and quickly get dressed. Alisha made that move, and now, it’s time to make mine. Tonight, I am going to make her come over and over. She isn’t ready for my dick, but she will be soon.
I walk up to the bike and see Alisha standing there in her jeans and her T-shirt. The bulletproof vest is on the seat. She slips it over her head, and I tighten the straps for her. I slip her leather jacket on top of it. Next, I grab the helmet, which is bulletproof, slip it on her head, and snap it.
I climb on, and she climbs on behind me like a seasoned pro.
“Ready, angel?”
“More than ready.”
Why do I get the feeling she means so much more? I grin and start the bike.
We have been home for an hour now, and I am soaking in the tub while he is working in the basement.
I still can’t believe what happened earlier. I came for the first time in my life, and now, I regret not having done it sooner. Should I be embarrassed from coming by grinding on him? Jordan didn’t seem to mind, so I can’t bring myself to.
I feel kind of bad that he didn’t get off. Maybe I should have tried to help him? I don’t even know how to do that. Maybe I should watch some porn to give myself an idea of what to do and what sex is like.
Am I really going to look at porn?
My phone is on a small table beside the tub. I unlock it and go to Safari.
Breathe, Alisha!
I type in: How to pleasure your man.
I click on the first video and sink into the water, half terrified and half excited.
My computer beeps, and it shows that someone is using my Wi-Fi. I monitor my Wi-Fi closely because I’m a hacker and know that other people are too. I need to make sure everything is secure.
I click on the notification. Alisha is watching something on her phone, and not being able to help myself, I click the link.
A man is moaning and a woman is on her knees, sucking him off.
My eyes widen. I sit back in my chair, my arms behind my head. I smile to myself. Alisha is watching porn upstairs in the bathtub. Holy fucking shit.
The more I think about it, the funnier I find it to be. Alisha is so innocent, and I’m shocked she’s watching this.
I burst out laughing and exit out of the video.
I walk up the stairs that lead up into the bathroom and into our bedroom.
My thought is, I’m going to catch her.
Holy shit. Holy shit! I think the longer I watch the video. As I watch the video, I get turned on and think of myself doing this to Jordan. It doesn’t look that hard. Then I freak out at the thought of messing up.
“Angel,” Jordan calls through the door before he busts into the bathroom.
I scream at the top of my lungs, clutching my phone to my chest and sinking slightly into the water.
Jordan stalks inside, a cocky smile on his face. “Whatcha looking at?” he asks.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
What do I say? What do I do? Oh my God!
“Ohh.” I shrug and smile an over-the-top smile. “Just watching some Jersey Shore.”
“Oh, what episode?” He reaches for my phone.
I scream. He’ll see what I’ve been watching. At the last second, I throw it on the floor on the other side of the tub.
The phone hits the floor, and I look at Jordan. He just keeps on smiling at me like what I did was perfectly normal.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Suck my cock.” A man’s voice sounds in the room.
That didn’t just happen.
Jordan walks around the tub and picks the phone up.
“You like my big, fat cock—”
Jordan stops the video.
My life has ended. I will never be able to look at him again. I hide my face.
“Angel,” he says and then bursts out laughing.
I haven’t ever heard him laugh like that before, so I move my hands away from my face to take in his laughing. After grabbing the towel off the table beside the tub, I stand up and wrap it around me.
I let the water out and step out of the tub, but I forgot a vital thing. I forgot to dry my feet. My right foot slides out from under me and I land face-first onto the tile, my hands catching me just in time.
I bang my forehead on the floor because I feel my ass completely exposed to the elements.
What else can go wrong? Hmm, the house falling in? Breaking a bone? Shoot, I’m going to jinx myself.
“Angel.” Jordan chuckles and lifts me off the floor.
I hide my face in his neck because I can’t face him right this second.
I was caught watching porn.
Yep.
Jordan carries me into our bedroom and sets me on the edge of the bed. I hide my face with my hands.
I feel movement in front of me. My hands are pried from my face and then I’m face-to-face with Jordan. My face reddens.
“Angel, don’t be embarrassed,” Jordan reassures me before his mouth touches my cheekbone.
I sigh before closing my eyes. Jordan’s mouth moves to my lips, and he barely touches his lips to mine.
His lips wander down to my jawbone and then to my neck. My stomach bottoms out. This is the first time he’s ever done this, and I’m getting turned on. I squeeze my legs together because the ache is coming back.
He kisses under my jaw, and I instinctually tilt my head farther to the side. His hands are resting on my hips now. It feels so nice.
Jordan takes the opportunity to kiss under my collarbone. His lips move farther down until he is at the tops of my breasts.
“Angel.”
I snap my head up and look at him.
“I want to make you come. Let me take care of you.”
All the air in my lungs is frozen. What do I say? Not able to say anything, I nod. The towel is thrown off my body and my hands go to my breasts. Jordan grabs my wrists and pulls them away.
Jordan looks me dead in the eye, and my heart melts at the sight. In this moment, I bare myself to him fully and complet
ely.
“Jordan, I trust you. I give myself to you. Fully.”
His nose flares, and my heart starts beating out of my chest. I fall onto the bed, letting him have all of me. I want this; I want all of this. I want everything with Jordan.
“Angel, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve any part of you,” he hisses.
I tear up. I sit up, touching his face. I kiss him on the lips slowly, thoroughly, putting everything I feel into this kiss. “You deserve me. You may think you don’t deserve me, but you have had me from the moment you messaged me. You’ve always have.” I tell him. It’s the honest-to-God truth.
The moment he messaged me, I wanted him. The moment we FaceTimed, that sealed the deal. I wanted this man. I wanted him so much it hurts. He got me through some awful times and didn’t even know it. He saved me from the life I had before. He’s given me so much.
Most of all, he gave me him. He has never said that, but I know it deep in my heart. He protected me and made me feel safe, and because of that, I’m happy. I’m so happy that I can burst, and it’s all because of this man.
“Angel, you saying this means I am going to marry your ass. I am going to put babies in you. You’re mine forever. You were mine before, but now, it’s time for you to hear it.”
Smiling at him, I hug him. All the insecurities are gone. It’s just me and him. My Jordan.
“Crawl back.”
I move back until my head is on the pillows. Jordan stands at the foot of the bed just staring at me. I lick my lips, and his eyes follow my movement. Dark-blue eyes take in all of me, moving up and down my body.
I need him. I need him to touch me. He feels way too far away.
Sitting up, I lift my hand. “Come to me, Jordan.”
Jordan looks at my hand and then up at me. He looks shocked I would say this.
Fuck.
She just fucking killed me with her words. I always knew she was mine, but hearing her say that I own every single part of her hit me like a Mack truck.
Now, she’s naked, looking way too fucking hot. Her arm is stretched out in front of her, and she wants me to come to her. I don’t deserve her. I have thought this many, many times, but I just truly realize it in this moment
Alisha is so innocent, and I’m a selfish bastard. I want her so fucking bad. I wanted her from the moment I saw her.
Climbing on top of the bed, I take her hand and let her lead me. She’s staring at me dead on, telling me how much she trusts me.
This girl. I smile down at her and slam my mouth onto hers.
The moment his lips touch mine, I throw caution to the wind and dive headfirst into the kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down to me. One of his hands lands near my head on the mattress, the other my hip. The hand on my hip glides down to my leg. He pulls it over to the side, his hips now between my legs.
Jordan pulls his lips from my mouth and drifts down my jaw to my neck. Shuddering, I grip the back of his head. My head is thrown back so he can get better access. My eyes are closed. It feels so freaking amazing. There are no words to describe it.
I crave his touch, and I know I will never get enough of this. I want to be close to Jordan in a way I’ve never been with anyone before. I want to be connected to him on a different level.
He is nipping my skin and sucking gently. His mouth is at the place of my neck where my shoulder meets my neck. His tongue shoots out and licks me. My eyes open in surprise. He kisses the spot where he just licked.
He kisses his way across my collarbone. My hands are on the back of his head. The movement of his head as he kisses me is beyond erotic.
Those lips move down to my breasts and I still completely. Warm air is blown across my nipples and I feel them harden.
What is he doing?
Then he wraps his mouth around my nipple and sucks.
My hips move off the bed because pure pleasure flies straight to my pussy. “Oh my God.” I breathe and tighten my hand in his hair.
He quits sucking my nipple and licks the tip. My body twitches, and he moves to other side. His teeth graze my other nipple, and a moan escapes me. I wrap my legs around his waist. Not able to resist, I rub myself against his jeans. A hand moves down my belly and stops right above my pussy.
He gently bites my nipple, and at the same time, I feel his finger swirling in circles on my clit. He does this again with his finger and his mouth. He alternates between licking, biting, and sucking.
My head is thrown back, my breathing coming in harsh pants. My body is strung so tight. A finger slowly enters me while his mouth is still at it.
“Come for me, angel.”
At that, my toes curl and I grit my teeth. I fall over the edge and my body jerks uncontrollably. A kiss is pressed to my lips, my eyes, and my forehead. I open my eyes and meet his. I smile, and he lovingly touches my cheek.
I want more. I want this over and over again.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His mouth pops open. He looks unsure, and I get that.
“Jordan, I want to be connected to you in a way I haven’t ever been with anyone else.”
His head falls, his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is barely a whisper.
“The pain will pass?” I ask him, but I really don’t care if it hurts.
He lifts his head and looks at me. His thumb moves over my lips. “It will pass, angel, but it goes against everything I promised myself, and that was to never hurt you.”
Tears bud in my eyes, and I put his face in my hands. I kiss him and pull back. “And that is the exact reason I have fallen in love with you.”
“Fuck, angel.” He hides his face in my neck, his breathing ragged. He lifts his head and cups my face with his hands. “I fucking love you too.”
“Jordan,” I cry, burying my face into his neck crying. This is everything I’ve ever hoped for.
A minute or so passes and then I pull back. Jordan slides off the side of the bed and strips out of his clothes. He is freaking perfection—all of him is perfection. His dick is way bigger than I anticipated, and I cringe on the inside a bit because I know it’s going to be painful.
He climbs back into bed with me and settles between my hips. He kisses me, and I feel his other hand between my legs. His uses his thumb to swirl my clit and I jump. I feel a finger at my entrance before he slides it in. He moves it slowly and gently, and I move, my hips wanting more.
He takes his thumb away from my clit and keeps on moving his finger before he places another finger inside me. I let out a hiss at the bite of pain. He stops moving his fingers and uses his thumb on my clit again. Then he begins moving his fingers again.
“Yes,” I moan and tilt my hips. With every thrust of his finger, I get closer and closer. “Ahh.” I clamp down onto his finger, wanting to pull him deeper.
He pulls his fingers out but leaves his thumb on my clit, keeping pressure, and it’s absolutely divine.
“Mine,” Jordan growls, and then part of his dick enters me.
I let out a deep breath, relaxing my body. The pain isn’t that bad; there’s just a pinch of pain. He stops halfway and moves his thumb. The pain ebbs a lot.
He enters me all the way, and his eyes meet mine. I see pain in them. He knows that this is hurting me, and I cry out at the pain. I bite my lip and hide my face in his neck. It’s worse than I thought it would be.
“I’m so fucking sorry, angel,” he tells me over and over.
A minute or so passes. The pain dwindles away to almost nothing. I just feel uncomfortably full, but it also feels amazing to be filled with him.
His thumb starts moving again, and he shifts his hips, moving in an inch and then back out. “Mmm.” It feels so good and I’m ready for him to continue.
Jordan looks me dead in the eyes. “You okay?”
I nod and run my hand up his arm. “That felt good.”
He grins at me and settles onto his elbows, which are on either side of my head. H
is hips move out and then back in slowly.
“Oh my God.” It feels unbelievable.
He keeps on moving but faster and harder. I lift my legs and put them around his hips. He swirls his hips, and I press my hands into his back.
“Holy shit,” I say through trying to catch my breath.
He tilts his hips to the side and moves faster.
“OH.”
He is now hitting something inside me that I can’t fully explain or comprehend. I drag my nails up his back.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out at the intense pleasure. It almost feels like too much, but I want more. “Harder,” I command.
He does as I asked.
“Fuckkkkkk!” I scream as I come, my body convulsing from the aftershocks.
Jordan keeps on moving, prolonging my orgasm. “Fuck, angel.”
I feel him stiffen, and then I feel him fill me, his face at the crook of my neck. I rub his now scratched-up back while he comes down. His whole weight is on me, but I like it.
This was so much better than I ever expected. So much better. I want to do it over and over again.
Jordan slides out, and I wince.
“Fuck, angel,” he growls out and pulls me on top of his chest.
I feel light. I feel light in a way I’ve never been before, every care and worry gone. Grinning against his chest, I run my hands up and down his side.
“Angel,” he says.
I raise my head.
“I love you.”
Butterflies swarm in my belly, and I kiss him softly, but it’s full of passion. I let him feel everything I feel for him.
I pull back, smiling down at him. “Love you too, Jordan.”
Jordan grins and puts his palm on the back of my head, pushing it back onto his chest.
I can’t believe that this is my life now. I just made love to my man, who loves me. I love him, but I didn’t fully realize that until earlier. Love is something you can’t explain. It’s a soul-consuming, body-burning, heart-pounding-out-of-your-chest kind of love. Your life is surrounded by this person, their touch, their smile, their eyes, and the way they look at you.
