for you
to leave when I’d barely had time to get to know you.”
“The only thing you need to know
about me is I’m all wrong for you.”
“You’re not my type,” she says.
“Don’t go thinking I’m trying to pursue you. Not in the market for a boyfriend.
Plus I’d lose my internship if I got caught hooking up with someone on paper.”
I sit up in bed. “Shit. Jordana.
You’re a damn idiot for being here. If anyone sees you here-”
“Calm down.” She places a hand on
my chest. “You’re technically family. I already told my internship supervisor
about you, that we were living under the same roof. They know we’re bound to
have interactions. They don’t expect me to pretend like you don’t exist.”
“Yeah, but you’re sure as hell
not supposed to fuck me.”
“No one has to know.” Her voice
breaks, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest underneath my white t-shirt.
“I didn’t come here because I wanted to fuck you. For the record.”
“Right.”
“I wanted to yell at you,” she
says. “And I wanted to help you too.”
“Appreciate the help, but sure as
hell don’t need to be yelled at.”
She lies on her back, her hands
folded across her belly as she stares at the popcorn ceiling.
“I don’t know what to think
anymore.” She sighs and then yawns.
“Then don’t,” I say. “Stop
thinking. You’ll wear yourself out that way. Just live in the moment. It’s all
we have.”
Jordana rolls back to me.
“Sometimes I think I’m stuck in the past. Other times I can’t stop obsessing
over the future. I couldn’t live in the moment if I tried.”
Her teeth rake across her lower
lip, and without thinking, I lean in and steal a kiss. My hand follows, grazing
her soft cheek until she leans closer. She wants it. She’s welcoming it.
My fingers trail down her neck,
past her arm, and under her shirt until her breast fills my cupped palm. My
tongue forces her lips to part, dancing with hers and greedily tasting her hot
mouth.
“What are you thinking about
now?” I mutter into her mouth before kissing her again. Claiming her lips over
and over, I add, “Focus on this. Focus on the way you feel right now. In this
moment.”
She nods once, her lips hot on
mine.
I roll to my back after yanking
her panties down her long legs, and pull her on top of me. The only thing
separating us is the thin fabric of my sweats. She grinds against my cock. It’s
been years since I’ve experienced the pleasure of a good dry hump, but I’ll
take it.
Gripping her hips, she circles around me, her eyes closing and her tongue dragging across her lips .
As soon as I saw her at my door
tonight, I knew she came here for one thing. The first thing I did was swear to myself I wouldn’t fuck her.
But a man can only be so strong.
And a man can only be sex-starved
for so long.
I remind myself it’s just sex.
My mind is on her, on the bed in
the small of her back, on the way her dark hair drapes across her collarbone
when she moves. I’m not thinking about the last five years. I’m not thinking
about tomorrow. I’m right here, in this moment, with Jordana.
She pulls the t-shirt over her
head, and my hands lift to cup her swollen breasts.
A perfect
handful.
I sit up, taking a dark nipple in
my mouth and swirling my tongue across the bumps and ridges.
I’m hard as a rock, and the scent
of her arousal works to dissolve every good intention I could possibly have in
this moment.
“Fuck me, Jordana,” I groan,
burying my head between her tits.
It’s going to be a late night,
and I’ve got a fight tomorrow night. I should be sleeping, conserving my
energy, but fuck me. I can’t resist her any longer.
Her hips buck and circle,
pressing harder against my cock until she reaches down and pulls it out. She
wastes no time teasing herself with it, slipping it back and forth, gliding the
head of my dick along her seam.
She’s wet as fuck.
I can’t take the teasing.
I’m going to bust
to leave when I’d barely had time to get to know you.”
“The only thing you need to know
about me is I’m all wrong for you.”
“You’re not my type,” she says.
“Don’t go thinking I’m trying to pursue you. Not in the market for a boyfriend.
Plus I’d lose my internship if I got caught hooking up with someone on paper.”
I sit up in bed. “Shit. Jordana.
You’re a damn idiot for being here. If anyone sees you here-”
“Calm down.” She places a hand on
my chest. “You’re technically family. I already told my internship supervisor
about you, that we were living under the same roof. They know we’re bound to
have interactions. They don’t expect me to pretend like you don’t exist.”
“Yeah, but you’re sure as hell
not supposed to fuck me.”
“No one has to know.” Her voice
breaks, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest underneath my white t-shirt.
“I didn’t come here because I wanted to fuck you. For the record.”
“Right.”
“I wanted to yell at you,” she
says. “And I wanted to help you too.”
“Appreciate the help, but sure as
hell don’t need to be yelled at.”
She lies on her back, her hands
folded across her belly as she stares at the popcorn ceiling.
“I don’t know what to think
anymore.” She sighs and then yawns.
“Then don’t,” I say. “Stop
thinking. You’ll wear yourself out that way. Just live in the moment. It’s all
we have.”
Jordana rolls back to me.
“Sometimes I think I’m stuck in the past. Other times I can’t stop obsessing
over the future. I couldn’t live in the moment if I tried.”
Her teeth rake across her lower
lip, and without thinking, I lean in and steal a kiss. My hand follows, grazing
her soft cheek until she leans closer. She wants it. She’s welcoming it.
My fingers trail down her neck,
past her arm, and under her shirt until her breast fills my cupped palm. My
tongue forces her lips to part, dancing with hers and greedily tasting her hot
mouth.
“What are you thinking about
now?” I mutter into her mouth before kissing her again. Claiming her lips over
and over, I add, “Focus on this. Focus on the way you feel right now. In this
moment.”
She nods once, her lips hot on
mine.
I roll to my back after yanking
her panties down her long legs, and pull her on top of me. The only thing
separating us is the thin fabric of my sweats. She grinds against my cock. It’s
been years since I’ve experienced the pleasure of a good dry hump, but I’ll
take it.
Gripping her hips, she circles around me, her eyes closing and her tongue dragging across her lips .
As soon as I saw her at my door
tonight, I knew she came here for one thing. The first thing I did was swear to myself I wouldn’t fuck her.
But a man can only be so strong.
And a man can only be sex-starved
for so long.
I remind myself it’s just sex.
My mind is on her, on the bed in
the small of her back, on the way her dark hair drapes across her collarbone
when she moves. I’m not thinking about the last five years. I’m not thinking
about tomorrow. I’m right here, in this moment, with Jordana.
She pulls the t-shirt over her
head, and my hands lift to cup her swollen breasts.
A perfect
handful.
I sit up, taking a dark nipple in
my mouth and swirling my tongue across the bumps and ridges.
I’m hard as a rock, and the scent
of her arousal works to dissolve every good intention I could possibly have in
this moment.
“Fuck me, Jordana,” I groan,
burying my head between her tits.
It’s going to be a late night,
and I’ve got a fight tomorrow night. I should be sleeping, conserving my
energy, but fuck me. I can’t resist her any longer.
Her hips buck and circle,
pressing harder against my cock until she reaches down and pulls it out. She
wastes no time teasing herself with it, slipping it back and forth, gliding the
head of my dick along her seam.
She’s wet as fuck.
I can’t take the teasing.
I’m going to bust
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