by Dez Burke
Oh shit. Tia wrapped her legs around his waist as they immediately started kissing. Red-hot and wet, so fucking wet. She moaned against his roughly eating mouth, her breasts rubbing into his chest. Her fingers rode up and sank into his deliciously silky hair and she clutched tight at the same time his palm spread over her breast, squeezing passionately over the lacy satin bra.
“Jesus Christ, Tia,” he groaned, totally losing all cool. Keeping one hand grabbing her ass, he worked on his zipper and freed his cock. Tia held tight to him with her arms and legs as she felt him working beneath to roll on a condom before aiming his already granite-hard cock straight for her pussy.
She was ready. It took just one powerfully driven thrust to have him seated deep inside her vagina.
Tia heard him gasp as her walls, slippery and inviting, contracted snugly around him. Tia clung desperately to his shoulders as she felt her inner passage start to pulse at the incredibly deep angle of his penetration.
He moved her away from the support of the wall, keeping her up just by the strength of his arms and her legs still hooked tightly around his waist. He pushed her ass cheeks lewdly apart as he began to lift her up and down on his thick, long tube of a cock.
“Jordan. Oh baby,” she moaned mindlessly, blindly seeking his lips. He let out a growl of pleasure and caught her mouth with his in another fevered kiss of passion. There was nothing business-like or professional in the way he fucked her. They went at it like two long-time lovers coming together after months of separation.
Tia felt the world start to rock as his thrusts grew deeper, choppier. Her eyesight blurred and she squeezed her lids tight to fight back the wave of dark ecstasy. Breathless for air, she tore her mouth from his and flung her head back in abandon. His mouth slid to her neck, working his lips over her collarbone, nibbling and sucking right before he bit her with enough pressure to make her cry out.
Everything felt so impossibly sweet; his cock buried inside her at the perfect slant to reach up into her most delicious spots; his hands squeezing on her ass with possessive passion while his fingers edged close to her clenching anal ring. It was hot, so freaking hot.
It was the most desperate sex ever. He hadn’t even taken an inch of clothing off except for the jacket he’d flung on a chair. He drove Tia up and down on his dick, making her feel him in amazingly far-flung corners of her pussy. Again and again he pushed her buttons, had her rocking on top of that cock and hitching to it like a lifeline each time she bounced on it.
“Oh God. So good,” she moaned, instinctively working her muscles to milk out every plunge his cock made deep inside her.
“Yes,” he rasped, edging his nose lower and nuzzling her cleavage before shifting to one thick, hungry nipple. He grabbed it in his mouth and pulled, causing a shrill cry of agony to spill from Tia’s lips. Nothing made sense but her ring of muscle clutching and releasing on his pumping stem.
He squeezed her ass as he drove her down on him again and again, slanting his hips and delivering thrusts like a power drill. Torn up, shot right through, Tia clung to him with all her might and began to feel the burn spread deep within her pussy.
Passion and heat never felt so good. They coiled around inside her core until she was bursting for release. Her inner walls started to spasm around him and he must have felt it from the way he groaned her name. Tia. Whoa. Her head spun and her fingernails almost ripped groves through his shirt. She buried her face in his throat to muffle the strange earthy sounds breathing from her throat.
“Don’t hold back. Give it to me,” Jordan commanded on a grunt, tearing his lips from her nipple. He drove into her faster, deeper. Harder. The friction, the angle and the pressure proved too much to endure for much longer. Tia opened her mouth wide and shuddered out a moan before her teeth closed over his exposed flesh, biting hard on the side of his neck.
“Fuck,” he let out, his breathing harsh as he chose the next moment to slash his hips sharply, sending his cock so deep inside her passage it felt like he was plowing a path up her throat. She heard the keening cries filling the air and it took a few moments to figure out they were coming from her.
She felt so helpless, her lower body exposed as his hands on her ass kept her spread open as he bounced her to his rhythm. He was squeezing on her ass so hard it was almost painful. Coupled with his razor-edged thrusts hammering like a stake through her, it was a marvel she wasn’t screaming the roof down.
He was so ferocious, so unrepentant in his every lunge that she shuddered, feeling his show of power. Even her legs could no longer keep her braced to him as she felt herself go limp with bliss, almost like a ragdoll in his strong arms which were now holding her up as he fucked the shit out of her.
Tia wasn’t even conscious that he’d moved until she felt the giving expanse of the bed underneath her. Her mind was in a whirl as she felt him grip her by both wrists which he stretched out high above her head. His other hand shoved her left knee back so far it bumped against her chin.
With one leg folded so high he had her at a steep angle that gave him even deeper access to her deliciously pulsing pussy. To her delight, he bent to catch her lips, kissing her so hard their teeth clashed. His pace never slowed, battering into her like a fuck machine. Tia felt her lips go slack against his, unconsciously breaking the kiss as her body started to convulse. Everything slammed into her at once.
There was the grinding friction from his pelvis rocking against her naked clit while deep inside her, he rode her like a beast - finally sending her over the edge with one carnal twist of his powerful hips.
Fingers twitching where her hands were pinned high above her, Tia tossed her head from side to side and succumbed to her almost painful orgasm. Sobbing out helplessly, “I’m coming. Oh lord I’m coming,” she came and came.
Pleasurably sore and but not yet overly sensitive, she lay passive and dazed as Jordan thumped his way to his tumultuous release minutes later. In that time Tia had basked in a few mini-orgasms that had her twitching beneath him like her pussy was injected with a hundred electric eels.
He let out a choked curse as he climaxed, his face just inches above hers and mirroring his every intense expression. Tia gasped at the visual, shivering at how powerfully he lost control, just like he did everything else. No holds barred. She whined, straining against his restraining fist still wrapped around her wrists. With a groan, he let her go, burying his face in her throat for a moment.
Tia’s hands and legs fell to the mattress, her breathing ragged in the cool room as she stared up at the spinning ceiling. What the hell just happened?
Suddenly he rolled off her, muttered something about the condom and left to go to the bathroom. Tia heard water running as she painstakingly edged herself upwards to the other side of the bed, leaving room for when he returned. Her legs still hadn’t stopped shaking. She didn’t understand what had come over her.
For months, she’d thought nothing about sex apart from the occasional self-pleasuring at those unbearable times of the month when her libido was to the roof. But even then, sometimes she was just too busy to dwell on her lack of sexual gratification and now here she was; unable to go a week without wanting some. Jordan had done something to her and she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.
She was propped up on her elbows when Jordan returned, still in his pants and dress shirt. Tia stared at him and still couldn’t believe he was a male escort. Not that she’d met any to make that assumption, but there was just something about the way he moved and looked. Everything about him spelled power, refinement and intelligence. A man like him couldn’t really be making a career of entertaining women for money, right?
Tia still didn’t get it, but thinking about Jordan being with other women the way he was with her suddenly made her feel...icky. Now that the sexual high had dimmed, she could look at this with a lot more perspective. She was wildly attracted to him though.
She’d quickly gotten over the fact that they were different in a lot of ways. Cultur
ally, they probably didn’t really move in the same spheres. Socially, she could tell he was one of those Ivy League types even without being told while she’d basically started from the rough side of the tracks before dedication to succeed got her the scholarships that had taken her through respectable colleges.
Tia was no genius but she could read a lot about people – after all she was in the PR business and successful at it. And there was something about Jordan that spelled much more mystery than she’d expected to deal with.
“You okay?” he murmured with that same cocky grin that on another man, she’d have liked to slap off. But hey, the man had made her see stars – again. He deserved to be cocky. He stretched out next to her, turning his head to view her now modestly half-covered by the comforter.
“I’m good.” Her smile was a little wry. “How about you, big boy?”
Jordan smiled, linking his arms behind his head. “You called me baby.”
“Oh shit. Sorry. Got carried away.” Tia’s cheeks felt hot as she remembered doing just that. What had she been thinking?
He laughed, but didn’t push it. “So, anything in particular you want to do tonight? I mean we still have two more hours.”
Just then he reached out, flicked her hair over her shoulder and then pushed down one strap of her dress, exposing more and more of her flesh as he drew it down to her elbow. One fat nipple popped free, and Tia felt it go rigid just with him staring at it. His eyes gleamed brightly for a moment.
“You have a beautiful body, Tia,” he said almost conversationally though his eyes grew hooded. “And your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” Tia said, her throat tight as she felt his hand hover over the uncovered tit, before skimming over it with the pad of his fingers. Tia’s breath caught as he began to roll her fat nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Spurring her desire back into life, making her pussy twang. Uh oh.
Her eyes involuntarily flicked to his groin and sure enough, there was a substantial wedge rising. Goodness me, thought Tia, her heart rate accelerating despite herself.
He looked up into her face and cocked a brow. “Don’t you like it? You want me to stop?” he said, tweaking her nipple with sensual skill. Tia’s eyes blinked and she resisted the urge to fall back and purr. Damn, but just the touch of his hand set off her triggers. She’d cum so hard just minutes ago so how come her body was thrumming again?
“I like it. Don’t stop,” she said evenly to hide her much her insides were trembling. He nodded, and trailed his fingers round and round her areole. Her eyes watched his face as he stared at her breast, his concentration fixed. He liked touching; he liked touching her.
She didn’t exactly understand what was happening. She hadn’t really thought this far ahead about tonight’s appointment. She’d wanted Jordan to fuck her again and he had, though she’d pretended to both of them that she was booking him for dinner. But now he was sketching those skillful hands over her most sensitive regions.
She loved feeling his hand on her skin; it had never felt strange even on the first night when all this had begun. Her breath shortened as he flattened his hand over her belly, the weight somehow soothing even above the satin of her bra. His thick dark lashes downcast, he swept the fabric upwards, revealing the smooth V of her sex half-hidden between her clamped up thighs. He slid his hand down one knee and then slowly, drew it apart from the other.
Tia felt like a very young woman again, about to be really touched for the first time. When Jordan started to work on her pussy mound with that inquisitive, knowing hand, she felt lost. What was he doing to her? He’d awoken a she-wolf within her and now she couldn’t imagine not ever being able to feel his tender touch.
“So hot and tight,” he murmured, quietly sliding two fingers into her pussy. Tia gasped and clutched at the sheets beneath her. He elbowed her knees further apart and now her thighs were spread almost lewdly, leaving every bit of her open to scrutiny.
Tia couldn’t help staring at his hand, the lightly tanned fingers inching in and out of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the sensation of his fingers probing sensually inside her.
“I’ve never met a woman like you, Tia,” Jordan said lightly, startling her out of her erotic daze as she tried to focus her vision on his handsome, studiously blank face with his eyes still fixed on her pussy. “And I’ve been with a lot of women. But you...there’s something about your body that makes me want to drop everything each time you call.”
Tia’s spine arched with a gasp as he delved his fingers in deep to the last knuckle, hitching to that invisible hot spot deep inside her. Her lips went slack as she stared at his face with the light sheen of perspiration now coating his temple.
“You make me want to forget that this is supposed to be just about giving you what you need. Now it’s getting to a point that this is what I need, too.”
Tia’s head was spinning. Why was he telling her this now? What did it all mean? She couldn’t process, couldn’t answer his question, not sure he required a reply. All she could truly focus on was the slick sweep of his fingers over her clit, teasing the hard bud out of its hood. Making her so dizzy with awareness her pleasure-points throbbed.
Tia looked up into his face and found he was staring right at her now, his piercing grey gaze dark and pinned to hers. Tia gulped, fighting down the squirming edge of desire making her pussy walls contract on his fingers still buried inside her.
A grimace that looked like pain crossed his face for a moment, before he shook his head and growled, “Tia, you need to know I...”
But then he stopped short, surprising her by suddenly pulling out his fingers. He looked almost pained, but then to her inner glee he was straightening up and grabbing her by the waist, turning her over before she could even steal her next breath.
Caught between wondering what he’d been about to say, to wondering what he was about to do, Tia twisted her head round to look at him as he knelt behind her. “Never mind. It’s not important. I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her, and Tia’s chest constricted with a tight, heated rush of passion. “Unless you have other ideas?”
Tia swallowed, her palms resting flat on the bed as she felt him station her lower half the way he wanted. She felt a surge of panic as she thought of this position and how some parts of her belly still felt faintly punctured from the last time when he’d fairly gone on rampage when he’d taken her from this angle against the table. Her greedy inner walls now screeched with both eagerness and trepidation.
“I...I...,” Tia began, feeling like such an idiot for not being able to frame what she was thinking even as she saw him reach for a condom, rip it open and roll it unto his freed cock, already so hard and angry-looking her eyes widened as her pussy responded in twitching anticipation.
A shadow of need stamped over his face, making his chiseled cheekbones look more prominent as he now gripped her hips and jerked her back into position. “It’ll be good, I promise,” he said a little thickly, as if reading her mind. “I can go as slow as you want, Tia. Or as fast. Just let me know either way. I aim to please.”
Those last huskily delivered words had her trembling even as he slid his length into her waiting, soft and pliant sheathe. It pained her that she was helpless to fight her sexual need of him even as she began to wish there could be more. He made her feel so good when he was inside her. Treated her like she needed to be treated; anticipating her desires even before she could articulate them. He was indeed a master lover but she saw in him the potential to be much more.
A friend – a real lover. She must be a damn fool.
Jordan was careful this time, but no less thorough.
He slid in to the hilt and then withdrew slowly until just the tip remained inside her. Then with agonizing patience, he filled her up again, making her sweat as her inner layers quivered at the steady, smooth pressure. Keeping her on all fours, he built up a rocking, continuous pace that was maddeningly delicious.
Tia had to fo
rce herself to keep her arms straight as Jordan’s body pitched against her with libidinous potency, strong enough to bounce her forward with each thrust. She listened for the sounds they made as he fucked her; and even as he held on to his control she could hear the chopping hitch of his breathing.
“Tia,” he suddenly groaned, reaching down underneath her to press insistent fingers over her aching clit. Tia’s arms finally buckled as she planted her face into the mattress, tits swaying as he began to really bump and grind her. He jockeyed her clit as he smacked into her faster and faster, going deep yet never too rigorously to hurt. It was hot and wild and sweet, especially when he took the time to zip her beady clitoris in conjunction with his thrusts.
He held back until the last moment when she finally overflowed with the immense tingles that were taking control of her pussy. For the second time that night she came, and came. Only Jordan made her climax like that, as if wave upon wave of bliss was washing over her in a cascade.
“Damn,” he growled, as her muscles clenched and wiggled around his cock. His fingers gripped her hips just that bit tighter but only for a second before he loosened his grip and whispered, “I’m gonna come.” Which made Tia shiver into another mini-climax as he sent in several careening thrusts that almost pitched her to the side as they sped him into his orgasm.
Tia finally rolled over when he pulled out of her seconds later. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the strange pained look on his face that was so endearingly cute; as if he was lost, confused. Damn, so was she. Their bodies played too well together. The sex was getting too good. Like two romantic lovers attuning their passion to each other after long months of fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle.
She couldn’t blame him for looking so gobsmacked as he backed off the bed and all but stumbled into the bathroom. “I need to take a shower,” he muttered, throwing her a glance. Tia nodded, pushing her silky dress down on her frame as she crawled back under the covers.
