Be Bad For Me(41)

 

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?"