Blitzed(112)

"Four bedrooms, and we call it small," Francois laughed in dark humor. "We must be spoiled."

"You know exactly who those other bedrooms are for. I doubt that our mothers would be willing to share a bedroom just because we think we’ve found love."

"It’s strange to hear you speak of love, Felix. You’ve always been the one to restrain himself from expressions of emotion when it came to women,” Francois replied. He sighed and looked out on the city, or at least what we could see from our barge berth. "What about our next job?"

I shook my head. “I’m not interested in anymore jobs, for a while at least. We have enough money, and we don’t need the rush. Besides, now we have Jordan.”

Francois huffed. “Maybe I want more than that, Felix. Papa died a very rich man."

“He died a very lonely, bitter old man," I reminded him. "Unless you count the bastards Papa probably left in quite a few countries. Or did you forget Sergei three years ago in Lithuania?"

"Of course I didn’t forget Sergei," Francois said. It was a sensitive subject for him, which amused me. The logical disconnect for him between our father being a playboy and yet Francois expecting us to be his only children was confusing to me. Our father had never hidden his past from us, and as soon as I figured out how men and women made children, the assumption had been academic to me. "Still, don't you want to be more than what you are?"

"I do," I said quietly. "I want to be a good man. So far, I can’t lay claim to that."

Francois had no answer and only stared out at the river. I watched him for a moment until the winter chill caused me to shiver. "I'm going inside. I’m sure Jordan would like it if you did too."

I went back inside without waiting for him to answer, thinking the whole time. I knew that Francois cared for Jordan as I did. Unfortunately, his personal ambition meant that there was something else he loved as well. He wanted recognition, and, if it could be said for men in our profession, a bit of infamy. It’d worked well for us so far, as I could be entrusted to be the level-headed one, to see the pitfalls in any plan and to secure us against the unseen dangers. Meanwhile, Francois was the one who would push us, trying for challenges that I wouldn’t have initially accepted. I’d found his ambition to often be a good thing, pushing me beyond what I thought my limits were. He had this sort of wild, instinctual genius that allowed him to make connections that I didn't see until after the fact. Still, after meeting Jordan, I was ready to move on. Maybe I was thinking of retiring too early, at the top of my game, so to speak. Jordan was certainly one to retire for.

Shrugging, I made a mental note to think about it more the next day. I went into the bedroom, where the dim light from the living area revealed a pleasing curved lump under the blankets. I quickly stripped to my underwear, a habit I’d gotten into in Mexico first because of the warmth and then for other reasons, relishing the anticipation of feeling Jordan's body pressed against mine, even though she wore pajamas usually.

My first surprise was the feeling of Jordan's bare skin against me when I slid in behind her. Not questioning my good fortune, I slid my arm around her waist to rest against the soft expanse of her tummy. I kissed her lightly behind the ear and smiled. "Good night."

Jordan surprised me when she reached down and took my wrist in her right hand, pulling it up to cup her breast. "I've been unable to sleep," she whispered, squeezing my fingers around the soft flesh. Her nipple, already hard, poked against the palm of my hand, and she pushed back against me. "I need you, Felix."

"And if Francois wants to join in?" I asked, smiling as she turned her desire filled but still sleepy eyes towards me. I kissed her neck, tasting the silky smoothness of her skin. "He’ll be jealous that I have you to myself."

"Then he'll have to get used to it," Jordan whispered, “we can’t all be involved every time.”

Turning over to face me, Jordan's fingers traced through my hair while we continued to kiss, my thumb brushing over her nipple. We stayed that way for minutes, kissing and caressing one another, just enjoying the touching and the simple caresses. She brought her knee up to rest on the outside of my thigh, and I could smell the heady scent of her arousal through the gap in the blanket. "Make love to me, Felix," she whispered, reaching down to fondle my cock. "Show me the tenderness you’re so good at."

Our kisses grew deeper, Jordan's tongue coming out to tease mine, her lips molding to my mouth. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her on top of me to let me use both hands to explore the wonderful curves of her body. I traced each and every inch, loving it all, from the dimple on her right shoulder blade to the natural hollow of her spine. Her hips slid back and forth, grinding against my cock which was still trapped inside my underpants, aching to escape.

"Hold on," I whispered, reaching down. I didn't need to push my shorts all the way off, I just needed to free myself enough for both Jordan and me to be able to do what we both needed.

She sat up high, her breasts beautiful as she slipped her hips back and forth on me, riding me and relishing in the pleasure it brought her. Reaching up, I laced my fingers with hers, holding as still as I could. It was difficult, Jordan was so beautiful and she gripped my cock so wonderfully, but this was for her. I wanted her to feel totally fulfilled, and that meant at first letting her pleasure herself. There would be time for me later.