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**king 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 o**l s*x 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.
Jordan kissed me, slowly at first and then his tongue mated with mine. He held me perfectly still as his mouth ravaged mine desperately. He broke away suddenly, leaving me panting. “Stop over thinking it, Mays. Don't think about Olivia, or your sisters, or anybody else. I want you to only think about me. And us. And what my fingers are doing right now. The rest we can figure out later...together,” he said huskily as his hand moved between my legs again.
I sighed, my head falling back as his mouth found my skin. Screw everything else, this was all I needed.
Chapter Sixteen
I woke up the next morning with a big smile on my face. I'm sure the fact that Jordan's arm was wrapped around my waist and his face pressed against the back of my neck had a lot to do with it. Also the three orgasms he had given me the night before weren't bad either. I didn't want to move. Not wanting to destroy this perfect moment where everything in my life finally made sense.
Wow. I let a guy sleep in my bed. And I liked it. No, I loved it. I didn't care that he was all up in my personal space. In fact, it made me feel warm and secure and safe. I knew that even in my sleep I couldn't be away from him.
My mind replayed last night and I could hardly believe any of it. Jordan showing up at the apartment. Telling me he had broken up with Olivia. That he had been trying to see me for three f**king weeks! And then his mouth and his hands and oh, god, his tongue. We hadn't had sex, but dear god everything else had been the closest thing to heaven I could imagine.
Then he had told me I was his girl.
I was Jordan Levitt's girl!
I clamped down on my lips so I wouldn't squeal like a pre-pubescent girl at a boy band concert. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed this wasn't a dream. Slowly I opened my eyes again. Yep, Jordan was still there. I could feel his even breath against my skin.
But after a few minutes I had to move. My left arm was going numb from lying on it. I slowly wiggled out from underneath Jordan's arm. “Oh no you don't,” he murmured, squeezing me tightly and hefting me up against his side again. I squealed as he pushed my hair to the side and started kissing the side of my neck.
“Stop it. I really have to go to the bathroom.” I pushed against his arm but he only laughed.
“Then I guess it would be really mean to do this.” He started tickling me and I swear I was seconds away from losing all dignity and wetting myself.
“Seriously. Stop!” I screeched. Jordan was laughing hard by this point, but finally released me. I smacked his chest. “You are a malicious jerk!” I said not unkindly. Jordan continued to laugh as I scrambled out of the bed and practically flew to the bathroom.
While I was in there, I quickly brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail before heading back to my room. Riley's door was still closed, so I wasn't sure she had come home last night. Jordan was sitting up in my bed checking his phone when I came back in. He looked downright edible first thing in the morning. Girls had to worry about crazy bedhead and raccoon eyes if we forgot to wash off all of our makeup the night before. Guys could just wake up and look ready to go. It wasn't fair.
I stood awkwardly just inside the door. I know he had said I was his girl and all, but I was still unsure as to what to do with that. Do I crawl back into bed with him? Do I just go ahead and get dressed? Do I offer to make him breakfast? Oh god, I hope he doesn't want breakfast...I had the amazing ability to burn even water.
Jordan was frowning at something on his phone. That wasn't a good look. I edged around my dresser and finally sat down on the bed, folding my legs beneath me. He looked up as the mattress sank underneath my weight. “Hey,” he said softly with an adorable smile.