BAD REP(56)

“Jordan...” I started but he shook his head, stopping me.

“Just let me finish, alright.” I shut my mouth.  Jordan closed his eyes as though it hurt to look at me.  “I know I'm with Olivia.  I know that was a deal breaker for you.  But goddamn it, I don't want to be with her.  I only want you.  It has only been you from the moment you walked into Barton's.”  He opened his eyes again and took a small step toward me.

I couldn't back away, I had nowhere to go.  Though I had to admit that I didn't want to.

“What are you saying, Jordan?”  I whispered, not trusting my voice.

“I'm saying that I want to do this.”  And just like that, Jordan's mouth was on mine.  He made a primal noise deep in his throat and my panties went instantly wet.

His tongue darted passed my lips and I could feel the cool metal of his barbell slide against my teeth.  Without a moment's hesitation, I twined my arms around his neck and Jordan lifted me up and put me down on the sink.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, my dress pulled up to my hips and I could feel his hard on though my soaking wet panties.  He rubbed against me with small little thrusts and it was my turn to moan into his mouth.

“My god, Maysie.  You're killing me,” he rasped as he pushed his hands through my hair, pulling my head back so he could attack my neck.  His tongue ran along my collar bone as he suckled and nibbled his way back up to my mouth.  He held me tightly in his grasp, his fingers gripping my hair so that I couldn't move my head.  I was at his mercy.  He slanted his mouth over mine again and I moved my hands up to the buttons of his shirt.

Slowly and deliberately I unbuttoned the first one.  Jordan pulled my mouth away from his and his eyes smoldered.  He watched me in the mirror behind my back as I opened up his shirt, one button at a time.  Finally, I discarded the piece of clothing and let it fall to the floor.  Then I slowly lowered my mouth to his chest.  Kissing softly and carefully until I touched his nipple.  I was being swept away in a tidal wave of lust.  Rational thought and good decision making had gone right out the window.

“Fuck,” he groaned as my tongue swirled around the tight bead.

Jordan gripped the back of my head again and roughly pulled me back.  Jordan's hand shook as though his control was quickly slipping away.  The affect I had on him was a serious turn on.  He pushed my shoulders so that I rested my back against the mirror.  My ass was precariously propped on the edge of the sink but at that moment I didn't care.  Jordan spread my legs apart, his rough hands moving up my inner thighs.

Jordan kept his eyes on mine as he flicked up the skirt of my dress and ran a finger along the length of my very wet panties.   “You're soaked, baby,” he whispered, rubbing me more forcefully.  My head fell back and smacked into the mirror.

“Touch me, Jordan.  Now!” I cried out desperately.  Jordan's lips quirked up in a taunting smile.

“What, like this?” His forefinger slipped underneath the edge of my underwear and slowly rubbed my throbbing clit.  “Do you like it when I touch you like this, baby?” he whispered, watching me as his finger slid into my warmth.  He stared at me as I clutched his hand and guided his movements in and out of my slippery folds.

I met his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I love it.”

Jordan groaned and thrust another finger inside me and I arched off of the sink.  Jordan's other hand roughly pulled down the neck of my dress so that my breasts were on full display.  In one movement, he tore my bra from my body and I couldn't even register the fact that I would have to be braless the rest of the night.

With my breasts heavy and aching from desire, he cupped first one, then the other as he started rubbing my nipples.  His callused fingers pinched and teased as his other hand manipulated my saturated heat.  He had lit a fire inside of me and I was ready to go down in the flames.

“Oh God, Jordan!” I gasped as his fingers increased their rhythm.

“Come for me, Maysie.  Please.” His voice was a strangled plea and I was helpless to resist him.  It was the most raw and intimate experience I had ever had with a guy before.  Jordan watched me as I started to clench around his fingers and he continued to thrust them inside me.  He licked his lips as I lifted my hips and pressed into his hand.  I cried out his name, feeling myself shatter into a million tiny pieces.