by Gordon, Gina
“Then be with me.”
He had been waiting for this moment for too long to be gentle. He reached behind and slid his hand in his back pocket. He fumbled for his wallet and the condom that he had kept on hand ever since that morning in the elevator.
Becca released his belt buckle while he ripped at the foil. His pants fell to the bend in his legs as he knelt on the floor in front of her. He savored the caress of her hands on his chest and arms, then rolled the condom on in a frenzy of desire.
Jordan grabbed her body and pulled her to him, stealing a kiss while she shimmied to the edge.
He rubbed the tip along her folds, teasing a groan or two from her occupied mouth. When he finally slid inside, she exhaled the word yes against his mouth.
He thrust all the way in, then stopped, adjusting to the feel of her wrapped around his cock. He needed to take it slow. The way this was going, he would explode like a teenager on prom night despite unloading a round-one orgasm not ten minutes ago.
Jordan started a slow pace, in and out, gradually picking up speed, the slap of skin echoing around them, but then Becca wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, impeding his actions.
“My turn,” she whispered in his ear.
She slid back, releasing him from her warmth, and stood on the couch.
Instinctively he pushed her back and she stumbled. The wall caught her, her bottom resting on the back edge of the couch.
Without hesitation, Jordan dived between her legs for another taste.
One hand balanced her body on the edge; the other swirled through his hair, guiding his mouth between her folds as she ground her pussy into his mouth. “I think the sight of your head between my legs is my favorite thing in the whole world.”
He growled when she grabbed on to a chunk of hair and pulled him away.
“Doesn’t feel so good, does it? When you’re pulled away from doing something you want so badly.”
She was referring to their first encounter. When Jordan pulled her away from his cock with the promise of a next time.
“I gave you what you wanted,” he panted.
“Not before torturing me first,” she said with a smirk. “I think it’s time to inflict a little of my own torture.”
Becca leaned down and laid a sweet kiss on his lips. It started off sweet, until her tongue slipped between his lips and she pulled him up by his hair. When he jumped to his feet, his pants slid down to pool around his ankles.
She turned his body around and pushed him down. He now sat on the couch and she straddled him, sheathing his cock with her pussy in one smooth stride.
With hands on the back of the couch, Becca used her legs to pump her body up and down his shaft. Jordan leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hard bead that begged to be suckled and pulled between his teeth. She cupped the back of his head with her hands, pushing him closer to her body. “Jordan,” she whispered.
His thumb found her clit and began a slow circle around the swollen bead. She pumped harder and harder. He circled faster and faster. Every downstroke of her body released a tiny groan from her mouth as he enjoyed the feel of her warm breaths against his skin.
Jordan hoped she was close, because he wouldn’t allow her to slow down. The buildup of tension was much too strong.
“Don’t stop rubbing.” Becca gripped his shoulders tightly and threw her head back, giving in to her pleasure. She shut her eyes tight and bit at her bottom lip, the sweet sheen of perspiration glistening along her skin. Jordan was mesmerized.
She shook in his arms, crying out, her cunt clamping down on his cock with such force it caused him to come, an instant release of his seed in short bursts of pleasure.
They both panted, their bodies clutched together tight as they recovered from yet another unbelievable session of hot, sweaty sex.
“This is going to get us in trouble.”
Becca nipped at his ear.
“You didn’t like the orgasm I just gave you?”
She laughed quietly. “The sex in public places. Not the orgasm.”
“Next time we’ll have to take it outside.”
“You really like the voyeur thing, don’t you?”
“I don’t mean outdoors.” Jordan shook his head and smiled. “I mean outside of the workplace. Like maybe a real bed? After we eat dinner?”
“Like a date?” She scrunched up her nose in question.
“I think we owe it to ourselves to see what kind of magic we can make on a mattress.”
“Jordan, I’m more interested in what kind of magic we can make right here, right now.” She grabbed for his dick and rubbed, doing her best to help him rise to the occasion.
“We’re good together, Rebecca.”
How was he going to make her see that?
“You’re unattached. I’m unattached.” She began to twist her grip on his shaft. Jordan grunted. With an astonishing show of strength, he pulled her hand away.
“What’s the harm?”
“So you’re propositioning me...again.”
“Yes. But this is more of a long-term proposition. Until one of us—”
“Sprains something?” she interrupted.
She was trying to make light of the situation, keep her distance by joking around, but it wasn’t going to work.
“I was going to say until you realize that this is more than an office quickie.”
“What makes you so sure? We’re strangers.” Becca rested her forehead against his.
They might not know each other well, but they weren’t strangers. They did things that strangers didn’t do. They said things that strangers didn’t say. It just felt right.
“We got stuck on that elevator for a reason, Becca. We could have gone years without ever speaking to each other.”
“I’m not good at this sort of thing.
Sex I can do. Relationships...I—”
“You said so yourself, I’m a master at persuasion.” Jordan pushed against her forehead then reached his hands up her back to clamp around her shoulders. “Let me take you out. I still have one more line I never got a chance to use.”
“Oh, yeah. What line?”
“You’re just going to have to agree to go out with me.”
She thought about it—for about five seconds. “All right. I’ll go out with you.”
She cocked her head to the side. “So what’s the line?”
“Oh no.” He tried to pull away but she circled her arms around him.
“Not even a little hint?” She nuzzled his neck. Jordan could feel his desire begin to stir again.
“I think I’ll save this one for our date.” He captured her lips in a soft, slow kiss. “Right before you fall back onto my mattress.”
Biography
At a young age, Gina knew she wanted to share her stories with the world. It wasn’t until she picked up her first romance novel that she knew how those stories would take shape. Her characters demanded hot and steamy sex.
Great sex! And lots of it!
Gina, a self proclaimed happily ever after junkie, loves spinning contemporary tales of knee-bending first kisses, unconditional love and super-hot love scenes.
When she isn’t lost in her own world of romance, Gina spends her time reading, baking cupcakes or catching up on celebrity gossip. Gina lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and lovable dog.
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