He doesn抰 move even as I push the material past my hips and to the floor. I take a step closer and unhook my bra. I let the black lace hang from my fingertips before dropping it too to the floor of his room.
His gaze never leaves me. 揇amn, you抮e sexy.?
I close the space between us, stepping between his legs. His arms go around me and palm my ass. He hooks a thumb through the string and tugs until it wedges in front, biting into my already aching clit.
My fingers lift the hem of his T-shirt. He takes over, and I work on his jeans. He kisses my shoulder and then threads his fingers through my hair as I squat to free him of his pants and boxers.
I look up with big eyes, and his throat works, Adam抯 apple bobbing.
Wrapping a hand around his dick, I bring my mouth closer. My breaths come in quick, shallow gulps as I part my lips and take him in an inch, letting my tongue swirl over the head.
His grip tightens in my hair. My free palm rests on his stomach to steady myself, but it抯 an added bonus that I can feel the effect I have on him梩he tightening of muscles, the increased breathing rhythm that matches my own.
I take more of him in each time until my lips wrap around the base, and he tickles the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks, and he groans a low and deep sound.
揇aisy,?he murmurs as I continue, picking up the pace.
He wraps my hair around his hand in a fist. When I look up, his dark eyes are hooded and enthralled. I still, and he takes over. He moves me up and down over his length as we lock eyes.
The ache inside of me is on the verge of painful. I move the hand at his stomach and put it between my legs. His gaze moves to watch me touch myself. I抦 too turned on, too desperate with need. He isn抰 even touching me except the fist in my hair, and I feel him everywhere.
He lets out a guttural growl and pulls me to my feet. He smashes his mouth to mine, pushes my panties down, and then twirls me around and bends me over his desk.
I hear the rip of the foil packet, and then he抯 finally there, pushing inside, blurring the pain with white-hot pleasure.
My head swims with it all. The corner of the desk bites into my hip bones as he fucks me at a hard and unrelenting pace. This is Jordan, unrestrained and no longer holding back for me. And he抯 beautiful.
I cry out as my orgasm splinters through me. My pussy clenches around him, and Jordan pushes against me harder until his body trembles around mine.
Our breaths are the only sound as he leans over me and places a kiss on my shoulder.
After he disposes of the condom, he picks me up and carries me to his bed. And that抯 where I stay.
Me, in Jordan Thatcher抯 bed, defying all logic and probably physics too.
26
JORDAN
Classes start back, and I spend most evenings with Daisy studying梖or real studying. If last semester taught me anything, it抯 that a little studying makes a big difference. I抳e never seen so many A抯 before.
It抯 been raining for the better part of three days, keeping us inside instead of the tree house. Our books and laptops are spread out across the kitchen table.
揇aisy,?Violet says as she walks in. Her gaze finds me, and her smile falls. 揙h, you抮e here.?
揤i, be nice,?Daisy chides.
Violet faces me with no remorse on her face. 揌i.?
揌ey, Violet.?
I don抰 actually think Violet dislikes me. She抯 just worried about her friend. I get it, but Daisy抯 the last person I抎 ever want to hurt.
揝orry,?Vi says. 揃ut I thought we were working on the playlist for the ball.?
揙h, right.?Daisy looks at me.
揑 need to get to bowling anyway.?I gather my stuff and come around the table to kiss Daisy before I go. 揑抣l text you later.?
揙kay.?She grabs my hand and holds my fingers until I抦 out of reach. I wink at her and then head to the bowling alley.
揌e抯 alive,?Gavin jokes when he sees me. He stands and pulls me into a side hug. 揑 came by the dorm twice this week, and you were MIA both times.?
揌e抯 spending all his time with Daisy,?Liam chirps from his chair. He juts his chin in greeting.
揜eally??Gavin asks. 揝o you two厰 He trails off and looks at Liam.
My roommate waves him off. 揑t was nothing. She抯 perfect for him. She has him studying like every night.?
揘o shit.?Gavin drops down in his seat and pours me a beer from the pitcher.
揥e aren抰 just studying,?I say, and the memory of last night going down on her while she tried to finish an assignment makes me smile.
揅ongratulations,?Gavin says. 揑抦 happy for you.?
揟hanks.?
揧ou抮e smiling like a dopey idiot, but good for you. Are you still going to make it to my party this weekend??
揑s that this weekend??
Liam grins. 揟old you, spends so much time with her he doesn抰 even know what week it is.?
Gavin chuckles. 揧es, Saturday night. Two kegs, and so much liquor I抦 tripping over it in the kitchen. Be there.?
揑 wouldn抰 miss it. Welcome to the twenty-one club. Now you can start getting the pitchers.?
揥ho says I didn抰 buy this one??he asks as he refills his glass.
揑 do.?Liam holds up a hand.
I take a sip of my beer and then get to my feet and rub my hands together. 揂ll right. New season, another chance to win.?
揑f we抮e serious about winning, we might want to finally open it up to more players. There are at least two weeks where none of us are in town on league night,?Jenkins says.
揑 could ask Daisy,?I say.
They all go quiet at once and then start laughing.
揂h, so eager,?Gavin says through a chuckle. 揑nvite your girl, man. If nothing else, I want to see you in all your boyfriend glory.?
I flip him off as I get my ball from the rack. 揝he isn抰 my girlfriend. We抮e just talking.?I bob my head from side to side. 揈xclusively.?
揂nd how is that different from having a girlfriend??Liam asks with a smug grin.
I think for a second. 揊uck, I don抰 know.?
They laugh at me again.
I lift a shoulder and let it fall, but then I think back to our conversation in the tree house. She said she knows I don抰 do the girlfriend thing, but that isn抰 strictly true. I have had a girlfriend, and I told her that. Is the real reason she didn抰 ask me to be her boyfriend because she still sees me as the fun player only good for hooking up?
I sit with it all night, and after bowling, I FaceTime her.
揥hat抯 the difference between having a girlfriend or boyfriend and what we抮e doing??I ask as I settle onto my bed.
揢h, is this the start of a joke??
揘o.?My chest shakes with silent laughter that loosens some of my nerves. 揑抦 serious. My buddies pointed out that not hooking up with other people is basically the same thing.?
揑 don抰 know. I guess besides not hooking up with other people, it抯 all the stuff in between. Spending time together and being there for each other, fully clothed, for all the little moments梘ood and bad.?
揂nd you抮e sure that has to be done fully clothed??I joke.
She rolls her eyes and smiles. 揑 guess I think of a boyfriend as someone who just wants to be with me, regardless of what we抮e doing.?
It抯 on the tip of my tongue to ask her to be my girlfriend. What she just described is what I want. Daisy梐ll day, every day. Preferably naked, but I think there抯 some wiggle room on that fully clothed thing. But before I can ask, she changes the subject.
揟he playlist for the ball is done! I even used some of your angry music.?
揧eah??
She nods. 揧ep. It抯 the perfect party mix. I can抰 believe how it抯 coming together. And you should see all the stuff piled up in Violet抯 room. She抯 going to be walking through a candle maze until we set up on Friday.?