Her hand was still holding the phone, shaking, when I caught her wrist and pulled her back toward me.
"Now…" my voice was low, rough, the words vibrating against her ear, "where were we?"
Her breath hitched. She twisted slightly in my grip, trying to look anywhere but at me.
"Jordan, we're still…"
"Still what?" I cut in, tilting her chin toward me with two fingers. "Still outside? Still in public? Let them see."
Her lips parted, but no sound came out. I didn't wait for her answer.
I pressed my lips against hers as we devoured each other's mouths, her lips so soft and tender, her wet tongue only made it sound more intimate and tasted like honey. the way her body softened against mine almost made me groan out loud.
God!! this girl.
I had spent days replaying the last time she'd been in my room, fighting the urge to drag her back there and finish what her wide, nervous eyes had started.
She had no idea how close I'd been to losing it that night and how hard I'd gripped the edge of my desk just to keep from touching her.
Now? No more holding back.
My hand slid under her shirt, feeling her tense, then melt when my thumb brushed the warm skin under her bra as i unpin it in just a single try
"Jordan…" Her voice was shaky, almost pleading — but not telling me to stop.
I smiled against her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin. "Say it like that again," I whispered. "I like hearing my name from your mouth."
She shivered. The sound that left her throat was somewhere between a gasp and a soft whimper, and it went straight to my cock.
I tugged gently at the first button of her shirt.
"Let me see you."
She hesitated only for a second before her hands came up, not to push me away, but to clutch my arm as I worked each button loose.
When her shirt fell open, I took my time. My lips traced the curve of her collarbone, lower, until I felt her arch against me.
"J–Jordan…" Her hands fisted in my shirt now.
"Shh," I breathed against her skin. "You taste better when you're quiet."
I took her busty tits in my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on those little dark brown nipple. and the sound she made nearly undid me. She bit her lip, trying to hold it back, but I could feel her thighs press together, her body betraying her and responding directly to my movements around her world
"Look at you," I murmured against her. "Shaking, and I've barely touched you."
Her face burned, but she didn't move. She just let me keep going, let me own every inch of her that my hands and mouth could reach.
Inside my head, I was screaming at myself to slow down. To not take it all at once. But the truth was, I'd never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. Not like this.
"She has no idea," I thought, as I kissed lower, toward her stomach and licked all around her belly button "No idea what you're doing to me."
I hovered just above the waistband of her skirt, feeling her tense again.
"Tell me to stop," I said softly, my fingers resting on the button.
She didn't.
Her silence was all the permission I needed.
Sliding her pants down felt like peeling back the last bit of control I had left. She was trembling, but she lifted her hips to help me. Her underwear was barely a barrier, and I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and dragged them down too.
I looked at her world revealing a very clean shaved pussy looking at me welcoming me with enough water to quench my thirst. my chest tightened. "damn!!,you're perfect" I whispered.
Her face turned red, but she didn't cover herself.
between her thighs, my hands on her hips, holding her still. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this," I said, before leaning down to kiss and explore the inside of her thigh. She jerked, a small whimper escaping her.
I took my time, tasting every inch, feeling her tremble. By the time I reached the center of her paradise, she was already so f*ucking wet, her body completely giving her away.
The first stroke of my tongue made her cry out softly. I gripped her hips to keep her still as I kept going, slow and deliberate all around her fine clit. The scent and taste of her made me lose my mind, letting every reaction of hers feed my hunger.
"Jordan…" she gasped, leaning against the back door, her hands in my hair.
"That's it," I murmured against her, my voice vibrating against her sensitive skin. "Say my name."
She did, over and over, until her whole body arched and she cummed all over my face.
When she was shaking and breathless, I rose with my wet face, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. Her hands fumbled at my belt, and I didn't stop her. I helped her pull down my pants.
There comes my guy the mighty jordan that's my cock.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock hesitantly, like she wasn't sure she should be touching it this way. The innocent stroke in her touch nearly broke me. And that tell me that's her first time.
I pushed her gently back against the seat, positioning myself.
"This might hurt," I said, searching her face. "Tell me to stop if you need me to."
She nodded, gripping my shoulders.
I took her on my lap as I brushed mighty Jordan up against her clit.
The first push made her gasp, nails digging into me.
"Relax," I whispered, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her mouth. "I've got you."
When she did, I eased deeper,so wet and slow enough to let her adjust.
The sound she made then.. that breathless, needy moan might have been the most perfect thing I'd ever heard.
I moved carefully at first, watching every expression on her face, until her gasps turned into quiet whimpers that begged me not to stop.
"You feel… incredible," I groaned, losing rhythm for a moment as pleasure took over.
She clung to me, whispering my name like it was the only word she knew.
I don't know how long we stayed like that long enough that the windows fogged and the world outside ceased to exist.
As usual she made the backseat a mess with her squirt.
Her moans, kisses and ear whispers of my name made me cum so hard that made me groan like a virgin.
When I finally slowed and pressed my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath, movement outside the car caught my eye.
A figure lingered in the shadows, just far enough away to make my pulse spike.
For the first time that night, it wasn't Rue's trembling that unsettled me.
It was the fact that someone else might have seen everything.