Page 21 of Sexy Beginnings
Jordan’s tongue darts out and traces the curve of my neck. “Let yourself go. Feel me, feel the power of the bike. Let me hear you.” His hand moves around me and pushes down on my lower back so I’m flush with the bike, my chest pushed close to the handlebars. I’m immobile now, at his mercy.
I look behind me when he doesn’t make a move. His eyes are burning with a fire I’ve never seen before. He leans down, his mouth taking mine forcefully. The engine revs again, my entire body tenses. I feel like I’m about to combust into a million pieces. That’s when I scream, letting myself go. Our kiss continues while I ride out the wave of pleasure that has completely taken over my body.
The bike shuts off but I make no move to get off. My body is still humming. Jordan grabs me and lifts me off the bike. “Tell me you want more. I need to hear it.”
I look up at him. My mind is telling me that I need answers, I can’t just give into him. While every other part of my body is screaming at me to push everything else aside. It’s what I have wanted for the longest time, now I have it. “I want more.”
A low growl sounds from his chest as he picks me up and carries me up to the house. Once he gets the door open, we step inside and he kicks it closed. Still holding me, he begins to climb the steps, entering the first door at the top of the steps. I look behind me to see a bed. Nerves wrack my body. Am I ready for this?
“Hey.” My eyes meet his. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise, Luce. Starting today you’re mine, I will protect you with my fucking life. You don’t ever need to feel fear again. I’ll take all of it.” He lowers me so my feet are now on the floor. “I have been waiting for this day.” His hands grasp the bottom of my shirt pulling it slowly over my head. I decide to be daring and hook my fingers into the waistband of my pants lowering them down to the floor, kicking my sneakers off at the same time.
As I stand in front of him in only my bra and panties, I feel completely vulnerable. My unsteady hands reach for his cut, slipping it off his shoulders, only when I see there is no place to hang it with the respect it deserves do I let it fall to the floor. I grip his t-shirt and lift it, but he’s so tall I can’t quite get it over his head, he smiles down at me and pulls his shirt free. I gasp when I see his body, I envisioned a ton of tattoos but his skin is flawless. His wide chest and sculpted abs seem to almost be begging for my touch. I skim my hands over him, when I reach the waistband of his jeans I look up at him nervously.
Jordan’s hand cups my cheek. “You are so damn gorgeous.” He kisses me reverently. A gentle exploration quickly turns into heated passion. He pulls me flush against his body, rubbing his jean clad cock against my stomach. “Let your fears go. Just be here with me. Right now.”
His fingers caress my skin, proving that despite his status as a biker, he can be slow and tender with me. It makes my heart sore and I instantly melt into him. His fingers deftly unclasp my bra and it joins the growing pile of clothes scattered on the floor.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it nervously. I look up to him again, seeing nothing but strong, steady Jordan. My Jordan. Steeling my nerves, I reach for his belt and somehow manage to unfasten his pants. Brazenly I push them down, leaving his briefs behind, still not confident enough to take that step. Having none of that Jordan takes over, pushing both his boxer briefs and his jeans to the floor before kicking out of them.
When his penis springs out from it’s confines, my eyes grow wide. I remember the time I caught him in the pantry, I caught a brief glimpse of it then, but seeing it up close, it looks huge. It’s thick and long, the head an angry red, glistening with pre-come.
Insecurity takes over again and my lack of experience causes my anxiety level to spike. How can I ever please him? I have no idea what to do. How to touch him. I’m going to disappoint him and make a fool of myself.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, babe.” Jordan kisses me once more, slow and gentle. As he guides me to the bed, lifting me he lays me down before covering my body with his, never breaking the kiss that is slowly turning into something more passionate. I’m overwhelmed by him, he’s everywhere all at once, his lips on mine, his hands roving over my body.
Breaking the kiss, I suck in much needed oxygen. It feels like my heart is pounding out of my chest. I don’t have time to process any of this because he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks it into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive flesh. Using his fingers, he massages the curves of my other breast, plucking and twisting the other nipple. Without a conscious thought, my body curves up into his attentions and a gasp escapes my lips.
He switches breasts and his mouth finds my other nipple, giving it the same attention. It feels so amazing that the pleasure has distracted me to what his other hand is doing, I don’t realize until his fingers are sliding through my slickness that he’d even removed my panties. I gasp when he finds my clit, circling it with the rough pads of his fingers. I cry out in surprise, instantly embarrassed by the way my body is responding so quickly.
“That’s it, Sweets, let go for me.”
Kissing his way down my body, he dips his tongue into my belly button causing me to squirm at the tickling sensation. He looks up at me with a devilish smirk on his face as he lowers his head between my legs.
“You don’t have to . . .” I start to protest, but it falls on deaf ears when he spreads my lips with his fingers and the hot touch of his tongue glides across me.
He flicks his tongue against my clit, circling it slowly, licking his way down and lapping at me with abandon. My hips start to move, grinding into his face, my body knowing what to do even when I don’t. I grip the sheets between fisted hands, feeling myself build into something huge that is just out of reach. The pressure building until I can hardly stand it, Jordan’s name falling from my lips like a prayer or a curse.
“I’ve got you, come for me, Luce. Give it to me.” He says as he inserts his finger inside me, pushing deep. I do as he says, my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me shuddering and moaning.
I’m just catching my breath as Jordan settles between my legs, looking down at me in awe. “You’re so much more than I expected, Sweets. I knew you’d be sweet, but you’re beyond any dream I could have had.”
His lips crash to mine, and I meet him with just as much lust as he’s pouring into the kiss. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, then feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. My eyes widen and my breath hitches, this time in fear not pleasure. Unwanted thoughts invade my mind, memories of how much this is going to hurt, how the only knowledge of sexual contact is through pain and force. I feel heat behind my eyes, but I will the tears not to fall. I will not fall to pieces, this is Jordan, he’d never hurt me on purpose.
His hands cup my cheeks as he looks into my eyes. “I need you to trust me, Luce. I’d never hurt you.” His words reflect my fears and soothe some of my anxiety.
Lowering his body to mine, he slowly pushes into me. The stretch as he penetrates burns, but isn’t as painful as I expected. More a discomfort followed by an incredible fullness. The grip I had on his arm loosens slightly, one I didn’t realize I had.
“You okay?” he asks.
I think about it for a second before nodding, then he thrusts and I cry out, realizing that he hadn’t been fully inside me. I can feel a tear track down my cheek, the thickness of him his overwhelming and I’m wondering how I could have thought he’d been completely inside me.
“Shh,” he soothes while pulling back. His hips move forward again filling me, the pressure is still there, but the pain has evolved into something more.
He sets a rhythm as he loses himself inside me and I’m quickly swept away with pleasure, I find myself meeting his thrusts and scraping my nails down his back. The heat growing low in my abdomen is different than before, more powerful, I’m sure it will rip me to pieces, but I don’t care. I chase it, completely lost to Jordan.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans. “Squeezing my cock so hard, you’re greedy for me aren’t you, Sweets?”
He begins thrusting into me harder, each one moving us across the bed, until he grabs my hips holding me in place. He sits back on his knees, watching where we are connected. The lust on his face pushes me further towards the edge.
“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re going to come for me again.” My nails dig into his skin again when he reaches down and rolls my clit between his fingers. I fall over the edge into bliss, my entire body arching off the bed as he loses his rhythm, pushing himself deep, I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release.
He collapses onto me, holding himself on his elbows to prevent crushing me. His lips meet mine in a tender kiss before pulling away. He quickly rises from the bed, taking care of the condom then coming back with a warm rag that he wipes carefully between my legs, cleaning me.
I smile up at him, completely in awe of the way this day has turned out.
I can’t believe that all just happened.
I never imagined this is the turn today would take.
