Tempt My Heart(29)
Fuck me.
If she does that again, I swear I’m going to blow my fucking load like a fourteen year old virgin the first time he got touched by a girl.
The most erotic moans are vibrating from her lips against my skin. As she rubs her clit against my jeans, I work my fingers in and out of her. I feel her nails digging into my t-shirt as her breathing increases. She’s on the edge, and I’m about to give her that final push to send her flying.
I release my grip from her ass and fist her ponytail, pulling her head back so I can see into her eyes, full of lust and want; I crash my mouth against hers and begin fucking her mouth with my tongue.
She tastes of pink lemonade, which surprisingly turns me on even more. I feel her breasts against my chest with her nipples so hard right now; I bet they could cut through the big ass diamonds decorating her ears. She tenses against me momentarily, as our tongues tangle together. I am sliding my fingers in and out of her at a perfect rhythm as she rotates her hips just right to stimulate her clit. Within second’s, she’s moaning into my mouth as I feel her pussy squeezing around my fingers.
The second she comes down from the orgasm I just gave her, she grabs my hand and begins leading me off of the dance floor. We’re just making our way past the bathrooms to a storage closet, where I suspect they store all the toiletries, when I hear a voice come over the sound system calling her name.
Double fuckity fuck!
“Brittan McKenna! Get your sweet lil’ ass up here and say hello to this awesome crowd we have here tonight!” The DJ shouts into the mic, his words echoing throughout the club, causing everyone in here tonight to begin chanting her name.
Taking me by surprise, she slams my back against the wall pressing her lips against mine for one more intense, melt in your mouth, kiss. My cock is throbbing so hard right now; I know I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls if I don’t blow my load soon.
Pulling away, she licks her lips as an impish smile dances across her lips, “Until next time…?.” She says as a sly way of trying to learn my name.
Raking my fingers through my hair, I let out a small chuckle and answer, “Jordon.”
“Well, Jordon. Maybe we can finish what we started later.” With those words, she spun on her heels and sashayed back out into the club, leaving me panting and trying to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened?
I’ll Save Regrets for Tomorrow
Brittan
Climbing down from the DJ’s stage, I wave to all the fans before heading back to our VIP booth where Holden, Casper, Nash and Levi are partying. As soon as my feet hit the upper level they falter.
The guy from the dance floor, I now know as Jordon, is standing beside our lounge area resting against the wall, sipping on a bottle of beer.
My stomach instantly flip-flops when I see him.
I’ve been with more than my fair share of guys over the last eight years since Cane died, and not one of them had any effect over me beyond a sexual level. Sure, they knew how to make me orgasm in record time, and that was all I cared about, but no one has taken my breath away with a kiss besides Cane.
The instant Jordon’s lips touched mine; my heart actually fluttered, and my breathing hitched as I melted into his hard body. It terrified the hell out of me, but I wasn’t able to break away from him because the magnetic pull I had to him was too strong.
I inhale a deep intake of air and slowly exhale as I begin maneuvering through the VIP area over to our table. I think I’ve made a long enough appearance here and can leave without anyone finding it suspicious.
The last thing I need is everyone thinking I’m trying to leave so I can go score some blow.
The thought crossed my mind for a brief moment, but I sent a quick text to my sponsor and she talked me off the ledge I was about to jump over. My head is reeling from all the shit bouncing around in there.
Being near Jordon is dangerous because he’s awakening things inside me I don’t want woken. Ever.
He looks downright sinful right now with his black hair tussled with a sexy just fucked look thanks to me and my unruly hands sliding through his hair a little less than thirty minutes ago. It doesn’t help that my body is still humming from the orgasm he gave me on the dance floor. I spot a breathtaking Asian dragon tattoo along his upper right arm with the tail stopping just below his elbow; I didn’t notice it earlier since I was preoccupied playing tonsil hockey with him.
I would love to run my tongue over that tattoo.
Shit! I have to push these thoughts out of my head. Fucking Jordon will only end in disaster. I need to forget about him and the way his mouth felt on my body.
“Brittan! You finally made it back up here! Come have a drink and chill with us.” Nash shouts, slurring his words across the room at me as soon as he spots me in the crowd.