When he said it, she was pissed. What did he mean that no one would want to put up with her? Was he getting tired of her? "You know what Jordan? You don't have to put up with me, either. I knew it was wrong to start this … this thing with you. You and me … this relationship cannot work, if … look, let's stay friends. I like your friends and I like you and I don't want to give this up. As far as I'm concerned, I'd be happier if all you did was just fuck me with that big dick of yours and then I won't have to worry about relationships and heartbreak."
With that, she stomped away from him and slammed the bathroom door. She let out a huge breath of air, when she heard the door to their hotel room door slam shut as well. So he walked out on her, too? So what? Who cared? He wasn't the only man in this crew that she could have. With a smug look on her face, she peeled out of her gym shorts and tank top. She carefully began applying scented body cream to herself, thinking about the consequences her decision would have.
She was so shocked when Jordan burst into the bathroom ten minutes later that she turned around and backed up until her ass was against the counter tops. She tried to grab for a towel to hide her nakedness, but they were all dirty on the other side of the bathroom floor.
"What are you--?" She couldn't finish her sentence because he had taken two long strides, pulled her little waist into his grip and kissed her. She knew that he was still mad as hell because his kiss was demanding. She didn't protest and she kissed him back with the same urgency. His hands were all over her body and then it rested on her ass and he massaged and rubbed it, just like the masseuse had massaged and rubbed her muscles earlier this morning.
He lifted her up by the ass and carried her out of the bathroom and laid her naked body in the middle of the bed. Without saying a word, he grabbed the box of condoms that were located conveniently on the dresser and grabbed one. He threw the condom on the pillow beside her head and began peeling out of his clothes until he was naked just like her. He dipped his head lower to suckle her nipples, kneading them as he sucked. He sucked and kneaded and shaped her nipples until they were hard as little pebbles. His fingers found her core and he slipped his fingers into her wetness. She was already dripping wet and his fingers slid in and out of her pussy almost too easily.
"Be careful what you ask for and how you ask for it … because you just might get it," Jordan whispered. "Is sex what you want from me?"
She nodded, her eyes closed, paying attention to the pleasure he was giving her with his fingers.
"Is that what you want me to do? Fuck you?"
"Yes … please."
"Well, open that pussy for me," Jordan said, reaching for the condom that he had just thrown on the bed. She obeyed him because she wanted nothing more than to feel his rod of steel in her pussy. He rolled the condom down his length with one hand, positioned himself in front of her, and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He pushed into her slowly until all ten inches were inside her.
"Oh, Jordan … that feels sooooo good … "
Jordan used his hands to pull her pelvis back and forth over his dick. "You got that good ass pussy, baby. I don't ever want to stop fucking you."
He rocked his pelvis back and forth until he had pulled an orgasm out of her. She felt the juices milking his shaft causing more intensity with each stroke.
"I could fuck you forever, baby … " Jordan moaned, thrusting faster and faster.
"Jordan, if you keep doing that I'm gonna come again … don't ever stop fucking me … please," Annette breathed.
"I want to see you come, again," Jordan said, his eyes moving from her body to her face. "You want it harder or softer?" Jordan asked, illustrating each pace as he said it.
"Harder, Jordan," Annette screamed, meeting his thrusts.
"Can you keep a secret, Annette?"
"What, baby? What's the secret? J-Jordan, I'm gonna come … "
"This is the best pussy I've ever had," he said, pushing deeper. "Damn, baby, your pussy is the shit!"
"Uuuuummmmm." Annette grabbed the bed sheets into her fists and moaned loudly as she came once again.
"Ah, baby."
Jordan exploded. He came so hard that she felt his whole body convulsing against hers.
They collapsed on each other and must have fallen asleep when the phone beside their bed caused them both to jump up.
"Hello?" Jordan answered the phone groggily. "What?....What?...Don't be rushing me, muthafucka." Jordan slammed the phone down and looked at her. "Baby, they have been waiting for us downstairs for like twenty minutes."
With that, they both got up to straighten themselves out and get dressed.
Chapter 22
Annette had never experienced anything like this in her life before. The streets along the beach were so crowded that they were riding up and down them in bumper to bumper traffic on the motorcycles. Thousands of people had come out to celebrate at this yearly biker's festival. Those who were not on bikes were walking up and down the sidewalks along the streets going from vendor to vendor spending their money on anything from clothes to food. Some of the people were there to have fun, like the Heat Ryderz, some of the people were there to party in the streets, some of the people were there to show off themselves and their bikes. Annette didn't feel so bad when she saw that Tara had also worn a bikini top and cut off shorts, really short shorts. She definitely felt good about what she had on when she saw many, many scantily clad girls on the backs of bikes and walking the streets. They took so many pictures of the group and with fans, it was ridiculous. One Heat Ryder had even bought a video camera and was recording their every move. Jordan had explained to her that this was only the beginning because it was only Friday night. He said most of the bikers came out on Saturday night and everyone had a big party in the streets.
When they were all tired of riding up and down the streets, some of them took up refuge on the beach. The girls had brought a few beach towels and a bunch of them were sitting under a huge umbrella watching the waves crash into the shore. She, Tara, and Arlene left the guys there to go grab the cooler with the beer and wine coolers from their hotel rooms.
When they got back, Annette frowned when she saw that a handful of girls had flocked over to their men. As they walked the length to the beach, Annette could see that the girls were talking and laughing their heads off. When she walked up, she rolled her eyes when she saw one girl knelt in the sand directly in front of Jordan. Her breasts were practically hanging out of her swimsuit. The girl's friend was chatting it up with Troy who seemed to enjoy the attention. She waited by the cooler for a little while hoping the girl would go away and she wouldn't have to embarrass herself or Jordan for being so protective. But, the girl didn't seem to want to go away. She thought she had seen Jordan glance in her direction once, but it was so quick she couldn't tell if he had recognized that she was standing there waiting on him. That was it! She wasn't going to stand in the damn hot sun while another bitch entertained her man. Annette grabbed a wine cooler for herself and a beer of Jordan and made her way other there.
"Here you go, baby," Annette said, handing Jordan the beer he had requested earlier.
Jordan smiled at her, took the beer, opened it, and took a swig.
"Excuse you," Annette said to the girl who was glaring at her. Annette took her spot right on Jordan's lap, despite the glare from the girl. Annette glared back at her and took a sip of her wine cooler. "Continue talking if you want," Annette said, nodding at the girl.
Amy cut her eyes at Annette.
"Annette, this is Amy … right? She wanted to know what it felt like to ride a motorcycle. She wanted to know if she cound ride my bike with me."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Annette said. "But, you sure as hell won't be riding on any bike with this right here."
"Whatever!" The girl got up, dusted off her bikini bottom, walked over to her friend to take a seat next to her. Her friend didn't notice because she was busy flirting with Troy.
"Fuck off, bitch," Annette said.
"What?" Jordan chuckled so hard that he almost choked on his beer. "Do I sense some jealously or possessiveness here?"
"I'm not jealous of anyone, believe me. I was just letting her know that the spot on your bike is already taken, plain and simple. Besides, she was eyeballin' me like she had a problem."
"You don't have anything to worry about, baby," Jordan whispered, kissing the side of her neck lightly. "That spot on my bike will always belong to you."
"Oh, yeah?"