BAD REP(75)

Even as turned on as I was, I couldn't help but laugh at what he said.  “Wow, you remember the exact hour we met?” I asked, gasping as he lowered his mouth to my breasts, his tongue gliding between them before pulling a nipple into his mouth.  He bit down lightly, causing me to moan.

“I remember every moment with you, Maysie.  Every single time I touched you.  Every time I heard you laugh.  The way you taste in my mouth.”  He kissed my breasts reverently.  “From the second I saw you, it has only been you.  Even when I tried to force myself to forget you.  I couldn't.” He breathed as he kissed a line down my body, his tongue blazing a hot trail along my skin.

I could barely focus on what he was saying to me, I was too fixated on the fact that he was ever so slowly, pulling my shorts and underwear down over my hips.  He continued to kiss and lick every inch of my skin from my belly to my hips.

He pulled my bottoms off and tossed them on the floor with an enthusiasm that totally aroused me.  He returned his attentions back to my body as he started to kiss my inner thighs, his fingers digging into my hips as he worked his way north.

“Ahh.  Jordan,” I hissed as he blew across my wet center.  Slowly, his tongue darted out and flicked against my clit.  I bucked like crazy, already feeling the stirrings of my orgasm.  “I have wanted to taste you so badly.” His tongue came out of his mouth again and he circled my throbbing clit. I could feel the  metal of his tongue ring as he licked me.  Fuck, that was incredible.

“Mmm. Just as sweet as I imagined,” he groaned, his tongue piercing me with abandon.

He spread my legs wider and his fingers suddenly replaced his tongue as he rubbed my sensitive flesh.  Then slowly and with careful precision, he pushed his finger inside me and began to suck on my clit as he penetrated me.  I had never experienced anything like this before.  Jordan was merciless in giving me pleasure.  My hands gripped his head as he alternated between his tongue and his fingers f*cking me.  The feel of the barbell in his mouth was incredible.  People weren't lying when they said it made things much more intense.  That damn barbell hit just the right spot for me to go completely, stark raving wild.

The orgasm came on like a volcanic explosion and I felt myself shudder and release. And Jordan continued to lap at me with his tongue as I came; taking everything I had to give him.  My legs felt like jelly.  I think I literally started twitching.  Jordan kissed me once more between my legs before moving back up my body.

I realized he was still dressed and my tank top was still on.  Dear lord, I was a hussy!  Jordan kissed my lips softly and I could taste myself.  It was strange, but not unpleasant.  We lay there together, Jordan wrapped around me as I tried to get my breathing under control.  He brushed the hair back from my forehead and nuzzled my ear.  I was very aware of his hard on pressed against my hip.  I felt a tiny bit bad that he hadn't gotten off.  But only a little, because that was freaking amazing!

Jordan kissed my temple, his nose buried into my hair.  I felt sort of awkward.  Sure, that had been the most mind blowing oral sex I had ever received, but what did it all mean?  Jordan had said he had broken up with Olivia...but was I to assume that we were together now?

Jordan must have sensed my tension because he pulled back and looked down at me.  The street lamp outside lit my room in a hazy sort of light, making it hard for me to see Jordan's face.  He caressed my jaw line with the tips of his fingers.  “What's wrong?” he whispered, rubbing his hand down the side of my neck.

I shivered involuntarily at his touch.  I closed my eyes so I could steel my courage to speak my mind.  “This was great...” I began.  Jordan chuckled.  I opened my eyes to see his amused expression.

“Well, that's good,” he replied, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth and giving a playful growl.  I laughed and pushed at his shoulders.

“But what does this all mean, Jordan?  Don't think I'm not appreciative of your superior oral techniques.  I'm just not sure where we go from here.”  Christ, I sounded like one of those pathetic girls who read too much into a one night stand.  Oh god, what if he was one night standing me?

Jordan tugged on a strand of my hair, breaking me out of my panic induced thoughts.  “This means that you're my girl,” he said seriously, pulling me as close to him as possible.  I couldn't help but smile.  His girl.  I liked the sound of that.  But what about Olivia?  And my sisters?  And his brothers?  And everyone else who had so quickly labeled me the campus home wrecker?  I'd be playing the part perfectly, wouldn't I?  I wasn't so sure I could deal with all that.