Pulling down my panties, he grips me where my thigh meets my hip and guides his cock to my entrance. Once it’s crowning me, he pulls my hips back to him, and I’m sliced in two, gasping and shuddering as his dick slides deep inside me.
“Oh, my God,” I whimper, my head dipping, because I’m shaking so hard.
He doesn’t give me any time to recover, and all I can do is hang on as he holds me tight in his fists and fucks me. I raise my right knee to the tabletop and lean forward a little more, his cock sliding deeper and making me moan.
He pants hard, grunting in my ear, and his hands are all over the place as he reaches around, one hand squeezing my breast and the other dipping between my legs to rub my clit.
“You can go again later, right?” I ask over my shoulder.
“You’re insulting me,” he growls in my ear. “You think I can’t keep up with you?”
“I just really want to…”
“Want to what?”
I open my mouth, whispering against his lips as our bodies meet again and again. “I want to suck you off.” I rub my lips over his, taunting him. “I want to feel you in my mouth.”
He exhales hard, baring his teeth and closing his eyes. “Jordan…” He shakes his head almost as a warning.
I kiss him, our lips hovering over each other as sweat glides down my back. “You want your cock in my mouth?” I whisper.
He bites my bottom lip gently and lets it go. “Say it again.”
“I want to suck your dick,” I say again.
His cock pounds me like a hammer, and I curl my toes, feeling my orgasm crest.
“I want to lick you,” I whisper, “and taste you and make you come.”
His fingers dig into my flesh, and the tops of my thighs ache from where they keep hitting the table, but he’s making me come again, and nothing in the world has ever felt this good. I’m almost there.
I flick his lip with my tongue, feeling fire spread through my thighs and rock my insides. “Please?” I whisper, backing up into his dick and chasing it, too. “Fuck my mouth tonight?”
“Jordan, Jesus!” he cries out, and he grabs my shoulder at the neck and pounds me so hard, I can’t speak even if I wanted to.
We both come, my knuckles turning white as I dig my nails into the wooden table, tensing, and tightening every damn muscle in my body.
“Pike!” I cry out. “Oh, God.”
I lower myself to the table, hugging my arms to myself, closing my eyes, and feeling him pulse inside me. His hand is planted next to my head, and he hovers above, breathing hard and jerking into me a couple more times.
I want him to come inside me. I want him spilling out of me, and I want to feel it. I’m on the pill, and I’m healthy. Once I know he is, I’m telling him the damn rubbers can go in the fucking garbage.
I might taunt him via video again if his pent-up frustration gets me off like that.
A few moments later, my breathing has returned to normal, and I’m spent.
“You know I’m teasing, right?” I tell him. “I’ll only ever perform for you”
His hand glides down my damp back, and I hear him inhale like he’s about to talk, but then a pound hits the door.
“Jordan!” a voice yells. “Jordan, you here or not?”
We both pop up, my heart skipping a beat. Cam.
Pike pulls out of me, and I slide my panties up, hurriedly scrambling for my bra and shirt. I hear the garbage can lid slam closed, and then Pike is by my side as he hurries back into his T-shirt and me into my clothes.
But just then the front door creaks open, and I hear Cam’s voice. “Jordan!” she calls into the house.
“What the fuck?” Pike growls under his breath, throwing me a freaked-out look just as Cam wanders into the kitchen.
Pike takes a couple of steps away from me, running his hand through his hair as I zip up my shorts.
Cam stares at us, her eyes darting between Pike and me and clearly taking in our disarray.
“Hey,” she says, a suspicious tone in her voice.
I lick my dry lips, trying to catch my breath. “Hey,” I say back. “So, you’re just walking into peoples’ houses now?”
“I was banging on the door and ringing the bell,” she points out, her shock gone and now replaced with amusement. “I saw both cars outside, so I knew you were home.”
An uncomfortable silence follows as she looks at Pike with a smile in her eyes and at me with raised eyebrows.
Pike looks like he wants to escape. He straightens, jerking his thumb to the backyard. “I’m gonna throw some hot dogs on the grill for dinner.”
And he quickly grabs a package out of the fridge and heads into the backyard.
As soon as he’s gone, Cam’s mouth drops open, her eyes widening on me. “Oh, my God!” she mouths.
“Shhh…” I tell her, casting a worried glance in the direction where Pike left.
“Are you serious? How was it?” She comes over to me and swipes her thumb over my damp forehead. “That good, huh?”
I can’t help but let out a small laugh, because I don’t know what else to do. I can’t think straight right now.
I’m sure I’m blushing.
“Aw.” She looks at me with love, rubbing my arm. “I’m happy for you. It’s mindblowing, isn’t it? Screwing someone who’s actually good at it.”
Yes. Not that Cole was bad, per se. It’s just different with Pike. He’s in my head more than anyone’s ever been.
“Well, have fun,” she tells me, sauntering over to the fridge and removing a soda. “Just don’t get knocked up, okay?”
“Why?” I blurt out, but then I realize how that sounded. “I mean, not that I’m planning to. I’m nineteen.” I move over to her. “But you didn’t say that with any of my other boyfriends. Why Pike?”
“Because you’re having fun,” she says, closing the refrigerator and turning toward me. “And that might be all he’s having, too. Just be careful.”
The words kind of stab. Is she right? Is that all we’re doing?
“You get to enjoy a stable male who has a job and an active driver’s license at the same time,” she explains. “And he gets to have a hot, young girl in his bed. Enjoy it while it lasts. Until the cows come home.” She nudges my chin like I’m five. “Just don’t get your hopes up. Stay sharp.”
Don’t get my hopes up.
But I think they already skyrocketed when I wasn’t paying attention.
I smell the grill in the backyard, but I’m not hungry anymore.
Chapter 22
Jordan
The following Thursday I have my summer class, and Pike lets me use his truck. He’s been catching a ride with Dutch to and from work all week, so I have a reliable vehicle to get around, and he even mentioned buying another car for himself under the guise that he should have something nicer for ‘going out’, but I know it’s just his excuse to get me in something better than the VW.
I refused. He almost has my car running, so I’ll make do with however much longer that will last and cross that bridge when I come to it again.
I pull up alongside the curb and park the truck out of the way, seeing Dutch and Pike in the driveway, working on my car. Actually, Pike is working on it, and Dutch is camped out in a nearby lawn chair with a beer in his hand.
I grab my backpack and stroll across the street and up our driveway.
“Hey, guys,” I chirp. “How’s it going?”
Pike glances over his shoulder at me, his eyes trailing up and down my body. I bite back my smile and so does he as he quickly turns back to work under the hood.
I woke up to his mouth trailing down my stomach at two o’clock this morning, ending between my legs and remaining there until I came twice.
And then we didn’t get back to sleep until four. The man has more energy than I can take, and I’m so tired today, but in the best way possible. Every inch of my body is being well-used, and it’s hard to concentrate on anything else except the need to be with him when I’m not with him. I don’t want to fall for him.
I mean, I want to, but not until I know exactly what’s happening here. Cam could be right and this is just a fling.
“We’re good, honey,” Dutch replies, his beer can resting on top of his knee. “Just about got you ready to go here.”
I walk past the car and the guys, seeing Pike tightening or untightening something with a wrench.
“Really?” I pinch my eyebrows together. “It’s nearly done?”
Pike shoots his eyes up. “Soon.”
Well, yay. It’ll be nice to not have to bum rides. For a while, at least.
“Thank you,” I tell them and then look to Dutch. “What can I do for you? Sandwich? Beer? Free babysitting?”
He just chuckles. “Aw, that’s okay. I saw how nice the house looks, so Pike must be working you pretty hard already.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I tease. “I’m working up a sweat way past my bedtime lately.”
The wrench in Pike’s hand falters, and he loses his grip on the bolt, shooting me a look.
I fold my grin between my teeth and turn around, walking up the steps and disappearing into the house.
I carry my bag into the kitchen and set it next to my model on the table, and then I grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and head upstairs. Taking a towel out of the hall closet, I walk through Pike’s bedroom and into his master bath. The main bathroom is finished being retiled, but I still haven’t moved my stuff out of this one, and I don’t have any plans to.
Closing the door, I strip down to my bra and panties, start the app on my phone, playing Hurts So Good, and wet my toothbrush before swiping some toothpaste on it.
The door opens, and I jerk upright, momentarily startled until I see it’s Pike.
He closes it behind him. “That wasn’t funny,” he says, looking at me sternly.
“I wasn’t trying to make you laugh,” I mumble over the toothbrush.
His lips curl with mild amusement as he comes up behind me, turning me around and pressing me back into the sink. “Trying to shock me out of me comfort zone then?”
I smile.
“You do that a lot,” he accuses, but I know he’s not angry.
I shrug and turn around, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing out my mouth.
“I can’t help it,” I say, drying my mouth with the hand towel on the sink and looking at him through the mirror. “I don’t like your comfort zone. It’s too tight in there for the both of us.”
His hands trail around my stomach, and he hugs me to his bare chest as he kisses my neck. “But I like tight places,” he whispers.
I twist around and hold his eyes as I unfasten his belt. “You need a shower,” I tell him. “Is he still here?”
He grabs my hands, stopping me. “Yes, unfortunately…”
I walk over to the shower, opening the door and turning on the water.
“You know,” I tell him, “if I’m too much trouble, I can get out of your hair. April called me today. Made me an offer.”
He turns and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back on the sink. “April?” he repeats. “How did she get your number? And what kind of an offer?”
I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and push my underwear down my legs. His eyes scale down me, resting on my breasts—his favorite part—and I go on.