Be Bad For Me(35)

"That will do for now. But I expect a tip later."

"You'll have to earn it."

After all the pizza was gone and two new releases from the pay per view  channel had been watched, they were both too exhausted to get up.  Neither of them had to bother since there was no work for either of them  on Saturday. They fell asleep in each other's arm on her sofa. The next  morning, Jordan was up around six in the morning. She was too worn out  from their riding activities during the week to barely lift one limb.  All she could remember was him kissing her on the forehead and letting  himself out.

Hours later she was at the mall buying all new clothes for her trip to  the bikers' event down at the beach. She made sure she purchased bathing  suits for the three days and four nights that they would be there,  casual outfits, and outfits worthy of a night out on the town. Over the  next few weekdays, she would be putting in overtime to get ready for  month end at work, so she knew that she would not have a chance to do it  then. She couldn't wait for that vacation to begin. She hadn't had a  vacation in forever. And what better person to spend it with than  Jordan, the one who understood her from the inside out.         

     



 





Chapter 20





Annette was sitting on the front steps of Jordan's townhome watching the  guys fight, yell, and shove each other around over how to tie down the  motorcycles on the trucks they were using to get to the beach. TJ and  his new girlfriend, Arlene, would be riding in the same truck with her  and Jordan. Jordan would be driving on the way there and TJ on the way  coming back. Annette was surprised that there were more Heat Ryderz  members than she thought. There was an older group of Heat Ryderz that  had since retired from hanging out with the new crew, but always went on  any events that were held out of town. There were also people that were  already avid motorcycle riders or motorcycle lovers who wanted to be a  member.

Tara had just braided Annette's hair in a long French braid down her  back. "There you go, baby doll. Now, you won't have to worry about it  getting messed up on the drive there."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. I didn't know that you had your cosmetology  license until now. You know you're my new hair stylist, right?"

"Anytime." Tara winked.

"Are you taking your motorcycle?" She asked Tara. Tara was licensed to  ride long before she met Mike and Annette had seen Tara riding her own  motorcycle as solo without Mike.

"No, not this time. Mike wants me on his bike."

"Oh." Before Annette could continue, Nick was standing in front of them.

"Hey, girls," he said, standing there in a wife beater and basketball  shorts. His light caramel skin was now a darker shade, as if he  deliberately tanned himself in the sun. Annette had to admit that the  tan looked pretty good on him. "Annette, I just wanted to apologize for  last weekend, all right? I didn't know that you and Jordan were that  serious."

"It's okay." Annette and Jordan had talked about that already and Jordan  admitted he was jealous that another guy was getting her attention away  from him.

"Jordan and I are cool now, so no harm caused there. I think we just have the same taste in females, though."

"I can understand that."

"I'm glad you two talked it out, too. You seem like a good girl," Nick said.

After Nick was gone, she went back into the townhome to go use Jordan's  bathroom and freshen up before it was time to get on the road. She made  sure to tell her aunt where she would be this entire weekend. Even  though she was a grown woman, she still told her aunt everything, where  she was going, what she was doing, and who she was with. She didn't want  her aunt worried sick about her. Jordan had said it was okay for her to  invite a few friends. Her only other friends were Bianca and Denise.  After the chaos with Anthony and Leroy, Annette didn't think it would be  smart for Bianca to come along and neither did Bianca. Since she  couldn't have TJ now because apparently he wasn't interested in her, she  didn't really see the point. And Denise was working on her relationship  with Rico, so she said she would take Annette up on another opportunity  next time. So, Annette was pretty much alone on this vacation besides  for Jordan, and yes, they would be sharing a suite together.

When she walked out of Jordan's master bathroom, he was sitting on his bed.

"I'm sorry. I had to use the bathroom and I didn't want to use the one downstairs."

"No problem. You can use any bathroom you want to in here," he said.

"Thank you." She walked over and sat beside him on his bed, "What's up? Are we all ready to get on the road?"

He was smiling at her. "You look beautiful."

She giggled. "I'm wearing gym shorts and a tank top."

"It doesn't matter what you wear, you're always beautiful."

"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

"I've been wanting to give you something." He reached under his pillow and pulled out a box.

"Oh, yeah? What is it?" Annette could only imagine how big her smile  was. Annette loved receiving gifts, just as long as it wasn't an "I feel  guilty for doing something wrong" gift.

Jordan opened the top and revealed two white gold diamond encrusted Rolex his and hers watches.

"These are nice!" Annette said, holding out her wrists as Jordan wrapped  the cool band around them and secured the snap. He did the same with  his.

"I misplaced my watch earlier last week at the dealership and when I saw these at the jewelers, I thought about you."

"How sweet! Thank you." She gave him a big bear hug.

"Do I get a kiss, too?"

"This certainly deserves a kiss," she said, leaning towards him again  and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Or two." Then, she surprised  herself and moved to give him a kiss on the lips.         

     



 

She was prepared to pull away, but he pulled her closer and immediately  took her mouth in an intense kiss. Annette couldn't remember the last  time he kissed her like this. Actually, the last time he kissed her like  this was on the bench under the moonlight. All the other kisses after  those were only innocent friendly kisses. This kiss was different. As  their tongues entwined with each other's she thought about how much more  of him that she wanted.

"I don't know how much longer I can pretend that we … " Jordan began, but his voice faded off as he kissed her more and more.

Jordan picked her up by the waist and stood up. To keep her balance and  body against his, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She heard when  he let out a groan and she felt the erection growing in his jeans. He  placed her on his dresser and continued kissing her. She dropped her  legs and he immediately pulled them back around his waist and pulled her  forward so that she was seated on the edge of his dresser and pressed  up against his thick dick. She gyrated her pussy against him in response  to the sexual tension building up inside of her. She didn't know when  the straps of her tank top went down, but his hands were now all over  her bare breasts kneading them and rubbing the nipples until they were  hard as thimbles. When he dipped his head down low to suck on them, she  moaned out loud. She held him by the back of his neck encouraging every  lick of his tongue as it traveled across her nipples.

"I want to fuck you so bad, baby," he whispered.

"I want you, too … " she whispered back, using the strength of her thighs  to pull his pelvis closer. If she kept moving against him, she was  certain that she would orgasm. But, she wanted more than a simple  orgasm. She needed him. All of him.

"I feel your hot pussy right through my jeans, baby," he said, massaging  her ass, encouraging her movements against him. "How wet is your pussy,  now, huh?"

"I … I think it's really wet."

"Can I see? Can I touch it?"

Without waiting for her answer, his hands moved to the front of her gym  shorts. His fingers moved past her shorts to the front of her panties.  She gasped when his hands pressed against the silk fabric covering her  core.

"That's hot, baby." He rubbed so softly that it was enough to get her  going, but not enough to make her cum. She needed release and she needed  it right now. She opened her legs more, inviting him in. He accepted  her invitation by moving her panties to the side and finding her clit.

"Ooooh" she breathed.

"You like that." It was not a question. Jordan was moving his fingers in  circles over the little bud, with just enough pressure now. "That pussy  is wet," he whispered, as he inserted two fingers into her pussy. It  felt heavenly as he moved the two fingers in and out of her pussy slowly  manipulating her g-spot while his thumb was massaging her clit. She  closed her eyes and met his fingers each time in perfect sync. He  covered her mouth with his again in a kiss, without missing a beat. The  fire had already ignited deep down inside her core and it was only  moments before she would explode. She could feel the pressure building  up from within her pelvis. Her whole body was in sync with his thrusts.  Her pelvis moved with the beat of his fingers. Their tongues moved  together with the beat of her pelvis. It was just perfect.