Be Bad For Me(53)

"Mmm-huh?" He broke the kiss by lowering his head to kiss her collarbone  and the tops of her breasts. Annette didn't forget that they were still  out in public amongst a group of their closest friends, as well as some  strangers and she pulled the towel higher over her shoulders as he  trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone and then to the tops of  her breasts. She felt his warm tongue licking her nipples through the  wet bikini top that she was wearing.

"Jordan, someone might see," Annette mumbled. If it wasn't for the towel  that concealed her body and what he was doing, they would have been  exposed.

"I don't give a fuck who sees," Jordan mumbled. He reached in front of  her and caressed her breasts under the cover of the towel. His fingers  moved lower to tease her stomach and the skin just under the straps  holding her bikini bottom on. She gasped when his chilled fingers found  its way pass the seat of her bikini.

"Oh!"

"That pussy wet, baby," he whispered into her neck.

"Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Oh, yeah." He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, slowly. He was  watching her enjoy the slow finger-fuck that he was delivering to her.

"I wish that was your dick," she moaned, stroking the bulge in his  swimming trunks between them. She smiled when a low moan escaped from  his lips. She pulled his fingers up to her lips and licked her pussy  juices off his fingertips. "Mmmmmm. Good. Don't you want to taste?"

"Oh, my God … get up, let's go," Jordan said, hastily.

"Where?" Annette wrapped the towel around her body.

Without saying a word, he took her hand and pulled her to the back door  leading into Rod's house. For the few people that noticed the extreme  PDA, followed by the quick departure, there was no doubt in their minds  what Annette and Jordan were going to do.

Jordan pulled her inside a small half bathroom in the first level of the  house, locked the door and snatched the towel off her body. He pulled  her top down without taking it off and suckled her nipples,  aggressively. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth to turn her already  sensitive nipples into hardened peaks. In the process, he had pushed his  swimming trunks down to the floor revealing his steel rod. Her back  pressed against the wall was the only thing supporting her, as he began  kissing her body again, his lips and tongue moved lower and lower to her  waist. She reached down and pulled the strings loose and her bottoms  fell to the floor as well.

She couldn't control her moaning as he used his mouth and teeth to  nibble on the inside of her thighs before lifting one of her legs over  his shoulders and going to work on her clit. He sucked and circled her  swollen clit with his tongue until her pussy was dripping wet and she  was on the brink of orgasm. Next, he lifted her ass with his hands and  pushed her pussy down over his erection. Her legs immediately wrapped  around his back. She dug her nails and teeth into his shoulders to keep  from screaming out as he pounded her pussy into the bathroom wall. Each  stroke he delivered fulfilled her down to the core of her body. He  gripped her ass so tightly pressing her pelvis up against his and thrust  so deeply into her that she felt his balls beating against her ass. He  leaned his face into her neck and started licking and sucking against  the base of her throat. He alternated between licking softly and sucking  hard, causing the blood to rush to that area. She felt her orgasm  building, until finally …          

     



 

"Oh, Jordan! I'm coming, baby. Oooooo, shit! Baby … it feels soooo fucking  good!" As the orgasm shook her body, she felt the juices lubricating  his dick.

He pressed his lips against hers to keep her from screaming out again.  "I feel how wet this pussy just got for me. I feel that shit right on my  dick," he whispered into her mouth.

"Now, I wanna feel you come, baby. I wanna feel you bust that nut right in my hot pussy, baby."

His strokes became longer and harder as an orgasm shook his body moments  later. When he stiffened, she felt the hot rush of semen shot up into  her. His body was so spent, that he turned around and placed her bottom  on the bathroom counter and leaned his back up against the wall where  she had just been to recover. After they caught their breath, they  cleaned up, and returned to the lounge chair just as discreetly as they  had left it. Or so they thought.





Chapter 31





"So, how much do you have to invest in the business to get started?"  Annette asked Jordan, pulling her hair out of the clip she used to keep  her hair from getting wet while showering.

"Well, we've already found the perfect location. We can work with the  owners on that to renovate the building the way we want before signing  any lease. So, after renovations and the initial investment to  franchise, I would say we're looking at about 200 to 250k."

"Wow! That's a lot of dough." Annette began pulling on her jeans and  tank top that she had packed with her to come hang out with Jordan  tonight. They had both just taken showers, after fucking until they were  both on the verge of orgasm and then 69ing each other.

"I already had my lawyer and accountant work up all the financing for  me. Both agree that it would be a pretty good investment for me to add  to my other businesses and real estate. There aren't any other  motorcycle shops in this immediate area, so competition won't be an  issue at this point."

Jordan had just told her that he wanted to open up a motorcycle shop. He had asked her if she thought it was a good idea.

"Well, if the outcome is in your favor, then I think you should go for  it. You know, I really admire you, Jordan. I remember us talking a while  back about how you grew up in the projects on welfare and now your net  worth is almost a million dollars. I wish I had your ambition." Annette  was so proud that Jordan was so successful at what he did. It was  encouraging to know that she could be with a man that could do something  he loved to do and be successful at it.

"You have ambition, too, Annette. I can see it in you, but I also  learned while I've been with you that sometimes, you hesitate to take a  risk. I wouldn't encourage you to take risks if it's something that I  wouldn't do. Every time we've taken a risk together the outcome has  always been favorable, has it not?" Jordan looked up from his dresser  after pulling out a folded shirt.

Annette nodded, thinking about all the moments that she'd shared with  him. "It has. Well, at least I have living proof that you can do better  things and go better places if you just set your mind to it."

"And heart … and soul. You have to give it your all," Jordan added, pulling the shirt over his head.

"What about your son? If you open up another business, would that mean  you will be too busy for your son and for your life?" Annette had to  ask. She knew that some weeks, Jordan working a full workweek between  the dealership, auto parts store, and auto repair shop.

Jordan turned to look at her and smiled. "I'm doing this for my future.  For my son, for my brother … for you. Everything's going to be okay. I  only work at the business to save on labor costs. If I open up this  motorcycle shop and revenues come in as anticipated, then I won't have  to work at all and neither will you. I work because I like to be  involved in day-to-day operations and I know what's going on. I find  that when you disconnect yourself for too long, you start to loose  control and sight of what made the business successful in the first  place."

"Do it for yourself, too, Jordan," Annette said.

Annette was flattered because she hadn't missed the serious tone in his  voice when he said he was doing it for her, too. She was happy that it  was confirmed that she had a place in his heart, just as well as he had a  place in hers.

Jordan sat down on the corner of his bed and watched her fluff her hair  in his mirror. "I've been meaning to tell you that I'm thinking about  searching for a new place."

Annette spun around. "Are you moving out of here?"

Jordan nodded. "Things aren't finalized yet, but if I want to seek full  or joint custody of my son, I have to prove that I'll be a worthy  father. Living with my brothers has allowed us to save tons of  discretionary income to do almost anything with. That's why we did it. I  just think it would be better if I moved out and into my own place."         

     



 

Annette walked over to Jordan, between his thighs. "Whatever you do you know that I support you." She kissed his forehead.

"I want you to move in with me." Jordan had taken her hands in his. He was now searching her face for a response.

"Jordan," Annette started. "I've never lived in with anyone … not a boyfriend."

"There's a first for everything. You have some doubts, I know, but do you want to?"

"Yes, I want to, but … "