I move slowly from my seat and toward the doors. I linger outside, cradling my phone. I could text him, but I came to the game. Just like I came back to hang out with him, and I showed up at his dorm last night. It抯 his move.
The crowd thins, and my fingers grow cold. I抦 seconds from giving up when my phone vibrates with a text from him, Busy tonight?
Depends, I reply as my smile grows wide.
His response is one only I抎 understand, Tree house, white panties, twenty minutes.
I rush home with butterflies in my stomach and a throb deep in my core.
It抯 more like thirty minutes before I hear Jordan抯 footsteps crossing the yard. He climbs up the ladder without calling up first. He has a plastic bag looped over one wrist as he steps up into my space.
揌ey,?I say, unable to keep my breaths from coming out like pants.
揝orry. It took me longer than I thought. Had to make a stop.?
He drops down beside me. The smell of his soap clings to him.
揅ongrats on the game.?
揟hanks.?He smiles and places the bag on his lap.
揟o keep warm.?He holds up the bottle of Fireball before setting it down between us.
揑n case we get hungry.?He tosses out three bags of chips, then grabs one of them back and opens it. He tosses several in his mouth and chews with a satisfied groan.
揥e or you??
揑 got something for you too,?he says, and his lips hitch into a satisfied smile as he holds up a candy necklace.
揧ou remembered.?
揙f course.?He pulls out Fun Dip, too, and finally a bottle of water.
I go for the Fireball first, wanting the warmth and maybe some of its courage. 揥e抮e supposed to just drink this straight??
揑 was in a rush to get here, babe. Mixed drinks were too many added steps.?
The endearment doesn抰 go unnoticed, even if he said it without thinking. I laugh as I lift the bottle to my lips and let the dark liquor trickle into my mouth. It slides down in a trail of warmth. I pass the bottle to Jordan, and he takes a much longer drink before sitting back and finishing off his chips.
揕iam seemed okay during the game. Does that mean everything worked itself out??
揝ort of.?He tips his head side to side. 揑 think he抯 going to be okay. Thanks again for going to look for him with me.?
揙f course. Being there for friends is important. If it were one of my friends, I wouldn抰 have been able to concentrate on anything else until I knew they were okay.?
揑 was worried, but I think I could have concentrated on something else.?His heated gaze holds mine. My heart gallops in my chest, and I reach for the Fireball again.
With a light chuckle, Jordan sits back, and we pass the bottle back and forth a couple of times. I pick up the candy necklace and remove it from the clear plastic packaging. I lift it to my mouth and bite one of the hard candies. Jordan watches with amusement.
揧ou抮e doing it all wrong.?
揑s there a right way to eat a candy necklace??
揑t抯 in the name,?he says and takes it from me. He lifts it over my head and down around my neck. He moves closer. His head dips, and his lips brush my skin as he pulls the candy between his teeth.
I hold my breath as he eats one and then another, kissing my neck in between.
揑 think I prefer your way.?
He grins and positions us, so I抦 lying flat on my back. One big palm slides under my shirt. He pulls back and looks me in the eye.
揟ry it,?he says. He uses his mouth to bring the necklace to my lips. The sweet candy crunches under my teeth. I let the necklace fall back around my throat, and Jordan covers my lips and cups my breast. His thumb circles my nipple, and I arch into his touch.
I sit up to remove my shirt and his. Jordan drops kisses to my shoulder and collarbone as he unhooks my bra. It goes in the pile of our discarded clothes.
His tongue leaves a wet trail along the valley of my breasts and down to my belly button. He places soft kisses down my stomach as he undoes my jeans and pushes them down. Lower and lower he goes until he reaches the band of my panties. White cotton. Not even close to the sexiest pair I own.
He takes off my jeans, then his own. A chill creeps over my skin, and goosebumps dot my arms.
He grabs one of the extra blankets I brought outside with this exact situation in mind. He covers me and then ducks underneath, reappearing in front of me. His erection hits along my aching core. He takes my mouth in a fast and hard kiss before dropping back to my neck. With every crunch of the candy necklace, he rubs along my panties until I抦 sure there抯 a giant wet spot waiting for him.
I run my hands along his back and down to his hips. I have every intention of removing the thin barriers between us, but Jordan has other ideas. He kisses down my body again until his lips ghost along my panties. His finger runs at a frustratingly slow pace from hip bone to hip bone, barely sliding underneath the material.
My hips arch up. I need more. Finally, he gives it to me. His hand dips under my panties. When his fingers reach my clit, a jolt shoots through me. In a slow, steady rhythm, he works me until I抦 writhing under him.
Only then does he slide my panties down my legs. He lifts them in a ball to his face and inhales. My pussy throbs.
揑抦 so close it hurts.?
揑抳e got you, sweet Daisy.?His shoulders push between my legs, and he kisses my clit.
揙h god.?My head tips back.
He spreads my legs farther apart and pushes his tongue inside of me, then flicks it up. He sucks and licks in the same sort of hard, demanding kisses I抳e grown used to.
No one has ever made me feel so good and so?worshipped. It抯 in this moment that I refuse to believe it抯 ever been like this for him either. What we have is more.
When I come, crying out into the silent night, he only continues holding me tight as my body shudders. I see stars. Not the kind in the sky, though those are probably visible if I could pry my eyes open.
He sets another kiss below my belly button as he moves up to lie next to me.
I turn my head to look at him. He抯 smiling, definitely pleased with himself. I抦 pretty pleased with him too.
He lifts my white panties up and lets them dangle from a fingertip. 揔eeping these. Hope you have more.?
揧ou are not keeping them.?I grab for them, and he holds them out of my reach and kisses me. He doesn抰 play fair, but I抦 not really complaining.
He rolls on top of me. His boxers are still on, and I push at them, eager to see and feel all of him.
He leans to the side as he takes them off. And finally, we抮e both naked. My fingers wrap around him, and his eyes fall closed. His jaw flexes. It抯 the only indication he抯 struggling to keep still. But he lets me have this. He doesn抰 move as I stroke him tentatively.
His skin is warm when I bring my lips to it. The muscles contract and his chest lifts and falls with his breathing.
He moves my hair away from my face and cups the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead, and it抯 the most tender feeling in a moment I expected anything but tenderness from him.
In a flash of confidence, I抣l attribute to the Fireball later, I push him back and straddle him. Now that I抦 here, I feel clumsy. That is until I find him staring at me as I抳e only ever seen someone in the movies do. He抯 Mister Darcy across the dance floor, pinning me with a look that can only be described as yearning.
揅ondoms are in my wallet,?he says as he rests both hands along my hips.
My heart beats wildly as I dig out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Three condoms poke out of the top, and I hold up the strip.