"And why would I?" I snort.
Well my chest is tight and my voice is thick. Something flutters lightly at the pit of my stomach. Most likely, repulsion I think. But there's nothing to be repulsed about.
A couple of days gallivanting in the Organelles and Jordan Files is looking smashingly radiant. His skin is dazzling. His face is rounder and those frost cold eyes seem a bit less haunting.
He looks nothing at all like the ex superstar who's being dethroned. The outcast. Lone Wolf. Whatever that shit was called.
"Maybe because I'm irresistible" Even his voice had a really smooth edge.
"You wish " My voice is flat.
He takes two steps closer. I swallow. Being this close to him, I can imagine my sanity drifting off in slow bits. I want to touch him. Trail my fingers slowly along the contours of his smooth face. Stroke his shaft in this deserted hallway. Feel the hardened erection of his manhood.
Good God. What was I thinking. Jordan Files might be breathtakingly irresistible but he's a werewolf. My undignified forbidden thoughts had to find a better outlet. And soon.
Jordan is now a half inch away from me. There's a lump in my throat but I do not pull away. His hand clasps my neck further thinning the distance. I ignore the goosebumps shooting down my skin. I ignore the archaic voice of caution warning me about a certain dead woman named Furla who might have felt this way too.
Caution is only a flimsy silk quickly overthrowned by the hot damning lust brewing between my thighs right now.
"Still mine" Jordan is sniffing my neck. I am resisting the tempting urge to hold his head and urge him further.
"And what are you doing?" I ask brazenly. Yes I touch him now. But it is only to pull him away. Against my better judgement.
"Maybe marking my territory?" His eyes are hot on mine. Intense.
"Try maybe laying off" I smirk resolutely. And then lower my voice. A whisper "We can't keep doing this shit. You igniting heat and then .."
"And then leaving you intensely horny and very much unsatisfied?" His voice is low too. But it is husky. Tempting. I swallow.
"Yes " I mutter and then my hands fly to my mouth instantly "Hell. No. I meant no. "
Jordan laughs . "I know what you want, my pearl." His hands grips my waist.
What I want is to be on a soft bed, bouncing on something hard.
"Did you have fun in the Organelles?" I say instead.
"There is no fun without you" His hands still stay glued to my waist.
I roll my eyes "Well that line might have gotten you into some lupine pants but trust me, you are never getting in mine".
In a flash his hands are rubbing my thighs, parting them. Dazed, I stand stunned while my legs divide like I don't own them.
"You mean here?" Jordan's voice is a half whisper and he squats down. My eyes furtively darts left and right. "No one is coming, my pearl".
"I ..." Words leave my stupefied mouth. His fingers are hitching higher. And higher. I find myself pulling my skirt higher. "I think this is dangerous."
"Fuck. You make it hard to resist you" Jordan growls. "I haven't seen you in seven days".
"The best seven days of my life " I scoff. Anguished. Because my thighs are burning. He's being so painfully pleasurably slow. His fingers crawl a bit higher.
"Your body tells a different tale" He's only an inch away from my panties. I am obviously tormented. Lust wracked. I hold his head. Desperate. Clingy.
"My body is a treacherous bastard" My voice is low. Pitiful. I am only an inch away from grovelling.
His fingers slide into my panties, playfully teasing my pussy. "All wet already? Very treacherous indeed".
"Yes" I half moan, half plead. My fingers loose themselves in his hair. My throat is on fire.
"My sweet girl" His fingers are rubbing my clit. A burning sensation. My panties drop down. I slide my legs a bit wider. I feel my clit swelling as the vibration gets fast. Jordan is stroking me .
One finger dive into my clit . A gasp escapes my throat. Two fingers dive in. I am holding his head as if it is oxygen. I arch my back while he's darting in and out .
Fuck. This feels good. Fucking good.
"Don't. Fucking. Stop." I moan numbly , straddling his fingers while my nails dig deeper into his hair.
"I wouldn't dare" His fingers dive deeper. I flinch. Then gasp in muffled shrieks of ecstasy. God. My pussy felt swollen. And ridiculously wet.
Without warning, Jordan pulls out his hand. I glare at him, half starved.
He laughs then says quietly "I want to taste you". He licks the juice off his wet fingers. "Fuck. This is so so sweet. " He pulls me closer, pulling my skirt up to my waist. His hand subtly caressed my naked butt.
My hand drift to my flowery top. I wander slowly till I reach the swell of my breasts. My head was spinning.
Meanwhile Jordan had wedged his head between my thighs. I stretch one hand to the wall for support while the other hand locate my left nipple. It is as hard as a rock.
Jordan kissed my pussy. I moaned slowly. His tongue slides to the entrance of my clit.
"Please.." My voice is scorched. Too scorched.
When his tongue darts in, I cup my breast in pleasurable torment.
Jordan is tongue_fucking me so hard I'm afraid I might spill too soon. I'm repeating the rhythmic motion on my left breast. Circling my hard nipples. Squeezing the curve of my breast in slow sweet agony.
I grind on Jordan's mouth while his hands stay stuck on my naked butt, caressing. Tingling. Urging me on.
I moan. My pussy slides effortlessly on Jordan's tongue, wet , hot, insatiable.
"Oh Fuck, you are sooooo goooood " My voice is stricken. Tormented.
Jordan's reply is to slide his tongue way deeper.
"Fuckkkk, yessss... Yes... Yes... Yes..." I moan, grinding on his mouth relentlessly while my hand drove in a ziz gag maze along the contours of my breast. Wanting to be swallowed whole by him. Wanting this. Wanting him.
I could feel myself draw near to orgasm. Pulling my hand away from the wall, I gripped his head tightly. He grabs my ass tighter, shooting his tongue in quick fast lap lap motions that set me further ablaze. Fuck..... My pussy was on fire.
I ride his mouth desperately
"Goodness ....This is heaven.... Yes... Yes... " My voice drifts and breaks, one hand is rocking my breast in the same desperate motion while the other hand is plastered hard on Jordan's head. I grind again. And again. And again
Till I loose all sense of time.
Till I spill my cum right into Jordan's mouth.
He doesn't let go. His hand stay hard on my ass while his tongue laps up the remnants of my heat.
I exhale in a loud breath of relief.
When he pulls away and stands up, I am sane enough to pull my panties up and drag my skirt down.
"My girl " He's smoothening my top. I watch him lick his lips and then lean closer, his mouth pressed to my ear "I can never give you up. Never."
"Well obviously there ain't a competition" I snort .
He laughs and leans on the wall while I take time to adjust my top even if there are no remnants of my shamelessness.
"Mr.Files. Miss Carter" A crisp voice freezes me.
I turn to find Viviette Tom paused in her tracks, her eyes wandering indecisively between Jordan and I. At her back, carrying a ton of books, Minata Straus stood fixing me a heavy glare.
A lump rose in my throat.