Relentless (3 page)

Jordan leaned down and whispered intimately into her ear, “You’re keeping secrets from me? I thought we were better friends than that.”

Michaela was so wrapped up in their dance that she didn’t answer immediately. Oh, oh things were just getting worse she thought. It must be the champagne that was causing the sudden warmth overwhelming her. What else could possibly explain it? Tilting her head back again she said. “Jordan, give me a break, I can’t tell you everything. Now quit talking and let’s just dance. I am getting a stiff neck talking to you like this.”

Jordan laughed. “Oh sure, use your vertical handicap as an excuse not to answer my questions. I’ll let you off the hook for now, but one way or another I am going to find out why you and Trixie looked like you were planning my demise while I was getting you drinks.”

Michaela gave a un-lady like snort. “Is that what this is all about? You think we were talking about you? Get that ego of yours under control. What could we possibly have to say about you?” She was definitely going to stick this out. There was no way Jordan was going to find out she was hot for him.

Jordan smiled in triumph. “Now I know you were discussing me because I can always tell when you’re lying. You’ve never been any good at it. You’re too honest.”

“Oh, shut up,” Michaela muttered in self-disgust. He was right, she had never been a good liar and despite herself she couldn’t help but be amused by his relentless determination.

“I guess I’ll just have to ask Trixie. I got the distinct impression that she’d be more than willing to share your secret.” Jordan informed her as he expertly guided her around the dance floor.

Michaela was hardly aware of her surroundings; the feel of his warm body against hers was definitely having its effects. While they moved together, Michaela allowed herself the brief fantasy that they were more than just friends. Where was the harm in that she wondered? She almost felt as if they were all alone in some private cocoon. Wrapping her hands around his neck she looked up at him and was treated to one of his ohhh-so-charming smiles. “I thought you said you were going to quit harassing me for answers. Besides you’re making way to big a deal out of this.”

“I said I would quit harassing you. I didn’t say anything about Trixie,” he said almost triumphantly pointing out the loophole he had found. “And actually I think it’s you that’s making a big deal out of everything. All you have to do to end it is to tell me everything.” His hand moved down her back to her rear. He gently squeezed her cheek with his hand, unable to control the impulse.

Michaela’s head snapped up asking, “Did you just squeeze my ass?”

“Uh, maybe?”

“Maybe???”

“Okay, but it was sort of a reflex thing. You know, we’re dancing and I just got caught up in the moment.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“What? You squeeze everybody’s ass you dance with?”

“No, only the ones in red dresses with brown curly hair.”

Michaela decided that between the champagne and the closeness of his body she had no brain left to argue with him. Retreat was the only option. Ignoring his comment she asked, “Aren’t you thirsty? Why don’t we go get some more champagne?”

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough? We haven’t even eaten yet.”

Michaela shook her head and smiled flirtatiously as she reached up and grabbed his prominent chin. “Don’t worry about me I’m feeling fine.”

Jordan treated her to a doubtful look. “Okay, I just don’t want you feeling too fine,” he said as he guided her away from the dance floor.

“Point taken, I promise not to drink too much and pass out.”

“Go ahead and pass out. You’re so small it would easy to carry you out of here,” he told her in his most deadpan tone.

Michaela treated him to a glare. “More insults about my height?”

Jordan looked at her with innocence beaming from his blue eyes. “I’m not insulting you. I’m just stating the facts.”

A grin broke across Michaela’s face. “Well, in that case let’s go get those drinks.”

Jordan and Michaela passed the evening enjoying the complimentary food and drinks while spending what must have been hours on the dance floor. The event had the elegance and style associated with the Ritz Carleton and she and Jordan thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere while they enjoyed each other. They shared a mindset that allowed them to laugh, argue and play together, and playing it seemed was what they did best. The party was so large that it served to isolate them, and though they did a moderate amount of socializing with her co-workers, the majority of the evening was spent with just the two of them alone amongst the crowd. Michaela decided to throw herself into the fantasy that had begun with their first dance pretending that they were much more than friends. As the evening progressed the fantasy became more and more believable and the evening took on an almost magical quality. They danced until the band stopped playing and Michaela thought the Ritz staff was considering throwing them out. Neither she nor Jordan seemed to want the night to end, but the party ended and they were forced to leave.

They grabbed a cab back to her place, and since both of them were in good spirits, Michaela invited Jordan in for a nightcap. As they entered her town home, hanging their coats in the closet, Michaela asked, “What would you like to drink? Coffee, brandy, scotch, more champagne? All of the above?” Her head was slightly buzzing from just a bit too much indulgence, but she would worry about that in the morning.

Jordan didn’t take long to ponder the question, “I think a brandy sounds great. Why don’t you pour us some glasses while I start a fire?”

“Yeah… cause turning on the gas fireplace is a lot of work,” she tossed over her shoulder as she threw off her high-heeled shoes and strolled through the living room to the dining area where she kept a cabinet stocked with assorted brandies and liquors. Grabbing a couple of snifters, she poured each of them a glass before returning to her living room. Jordan had turned on the gas fireplace giving the room a warm glow that was enhanced by the sand colored walls and cream-colored furniture. He was sitting comfortably on her overstuffed sofa when Michaela joined him there. As she handed him the brandy she said wryly, “Great job on the fire.” She paused before continuing, “You know this reminds me of the time I found Noah and Joyce in bed together and we drank brandy at the pub all afternoon.”

He smiled accepting the brandy, and as their hands touched he felt the electricity spark between them that had been present throughout the night. “I hope this evening was a little better than that depressing afternoon!”

She laughed. “I didn’t mean that part, goof, I meant it was really cozy and nice talking to you that afternoon. I felt so warm and safe with you after my world had fallen apart, and I feel that way now sitting here with you this evening.”

Jordan leaned forward and tucked a stray chestnut curl behind her hair. “If I haven’t thanked you already, I want to thank you now for a great evening. You make a pretty good date.”

Her breath caught at the feel of his fingers. Swirling her brandy in one hand she poked him in the chest with her other, attempting to keep the mood light. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

Grabbing her finger, he pulled her closer so their faces were only inches apart. “So you think I’m handsome?”

Later she would blame the champagne or the brandy or the smell of his cologne, anything of course, but her real feelings to explain why she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Their lips met, their breaths met, the intensity of that first fragile touch was shattering. Once their mouths were firmly locked together there was no separating them. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow Jordan managed to safely put their glasses down without ever removing his lips from hers. Their kiss grew deeper and more passionate; nothing else seemed to exist except their bodies touching each other. He moved his mouth to trail small nips down her neck. She grasped his shoulders pulling him closer as she groaned. His hands stroked her back moving slowly up and down her spine sending shivers coursing through her body.

Jordan moved his hand to her breast massaging and kneading the tender flesh. It wasn’t enough. He needed to have her smooth soft flesh under his fingertips. He reached around behind her an unzipped her dress. He pulled the thin straps off her shoulders revealing her breasts. “You’re breasts are beautiful Michaela just as I imagined they would be.” He paused to admire them. “Are they as sensitive as they are beautiful, I wonder?” He moved his head to her breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, enjoying the little whimpering sound she was making. “Hmmm, sounds like they are sensitive.”

She lay on the couch reveling in the feel of his mouth on her breasts, teasing and tantalizing her nipples. She groaned as his tongue made a path from her breast to her navel. She definitely couldn’t get enough of him, the feel of him, the scent of him.

Jordan couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to touch Michaela in this way. He had waited so long for this to happen. He wanted to savour every kiss, revel in the feel of her soft skin, and take her long and slow all night. Yet he had to fight his impatience to have all of her, an almost need to consume her and bury himself deep inside her. He lifted his mouth from her nipple and stared at her beautifully aroused face. Her lips were impossibly red and swollen from his kisses and her face was flushed with excitement. She opened her eyes and looked into his revealing that the desire he felt was far from one sided; she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could feel his heart pounding and he knew he wasn’t going to be very patient tonight. His excitement was too intense, his needs too strong to take this slow. He had to have all of her. Now.

“Michaela, I need you to stand up.”

“Stand up?” she asked, a bit confused by his instruction, but she stood as he asked. Her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in front of him naked, but for a tiny red thong.

“Oh God. Michaela,” he said dropping to his knees.
He leaned back and stared in awe at the sight of her standing almost naked except for her tiny thong. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her as he stroked his hand reverently up and down her thighs. He gave a slight bemused shake to his head. “More beautiful than I ever could have imagined.” He placed his hands on either side of her hips with his thumbs latching on to the sides of her thong. “May I?” he asked in a soft husky voice.

Michaela nodded. “Please do,” her voice slightly breathless. She didn’t want him to stop touching her.

Jordan tugged the thong down her legs enjoying their soft silkiness as he removed the little piece of satin He placed his face between her legs and began to suck on her clit, drawing it into his mouth pulling on it ever so gently, making her want more. He gently forced her legs apart and ran his tongue up and down her slit. He gripped her ass tightly with his hands as he pressed his tongue into her, pushing in and out.

Michaela couldn’t help but think what it might be like to have his hard shaft move in and out of her. She grabbed Jordan’s hair with her hands, “Jordan that feels so good.”

He suddenly pulled away, swept her up in his arms and placed her back on the couch. He pushed her knees apart and crouched between her legs as she sat back into the soft cushions.

“Spread your legs wide. I’m not done eating you,” he told her.

His bold words excited her as she sat down on the couch totally naked and noticed for the first time that Jordan was still fully dressed in his tux. “Oh God,” she responded breathlessly, “I’m really going to have to blame this on the alcohol in the morning.”

Jordan chuckled at her response. “Blame anything you like but for now I need you to spread your legs for me.” As she did so, he returned to her pussy with relish teasing her little nub with his tongue while he placed two fingers inside and began to thrust. Lifting his head for a moment he asked. “Does that feel good, baby
?” He wanted this to be perfect for her.

“Oh yeah!” she managed to gasp.

He continued to thrust his fingers and play with her revelling in the feel of her wet pussy as it clung to his fingers. She tasted delicious and he
couldn’t
get enough of her. He could stay here feasting on her forever and he was almost disappointed when he felt her vagina begin to clench around his fingers. He could feel her body throb and pulse as the waves of the orgasm hit her. She released a loud cry and her hips thrashed against his mouth.

Jordan watched her passionate response with reverence, loving the way her body quaked around his fingers and imagining how that was going to feel around his cock. It was for him a perfect moment.

She felt as if she had been consumed, and she was certain she had never experienced anything so overwhelming.

Jordan raised his head he couldn’t wait any longer. He was rock hard and his need for her seemed to be spiralling out of control. He had to be inside her. Breathing heavily he said, “Protection?”

Michaela’s breath exited her body in short gasps before she answered. “Upstairs. Nightstand,” she said with a gasp, but Jordan seemed to understand. He got up off the couch and stared down at her naked body with her red thong tangled around one ankle. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he scooped her off the couch and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.

Had Jordan really just made her come on her living room couch with his mouth? Michaela had had just enough to drink to let her usual inhibitions go. She would worry about the ramifications of their actions in the morning. Right now being with Jordan seemed to override every other consideration.

Jordan was completely familiar with her home so he carried her directly to her pale green bedroom and gently laid her down on the queen sized sleigh bed. He quickly stripped off his tux and she admired his hard abs and muscled body. He stood naked before her, his cock jutting out proudly from his body. He walked over to the nightstand and retrieved a condom from the drawer.

He stood at the side of the bed and opened the package. He handed her the condom. “Would you put it on for me? I need to feel you touch me.”

She sat up on the bed and rolled the condom slowly down his penis, enjoying the feel of him. He leaned down and pushed her gently back on the bed. He placed his hands underneath her knees and pulled her until her bum was at the edge of the bed where he stood. Pulling her legs up, he wrapped them around his hips and then he pushed his hard cock into her dripping slit. Even though she was very ready for him she gasped at the intrusion.

“You okay baby?” he asked looking down at her and feeling more aroused than he could have imagined.

“Yeah, you just need to go slow, you’re so deep. You’re a little larger than what I’m used to.”

He let out a pleased laugh. “Baby, that’s what every man likes to hear.” He grasped her thighs and he began to move his hard shaft in and out of her softness slowly, but maintaining a sensuous pace.
“I’m going to make this so good for you. Trust me.”
He placed his hand on her little nub rubbing while she moved her hips to meet his thrusts. “Oh yeah, baby, take all of me.”

He began to increase his pace, but she had adjusted to his size and welcomed the change in intensity. As he continued to thrust and rub her clit she felt the arousal build in her body. Her body began quaking as another orgasm and spasms of pure pleasure moved through her body. Wow, twice in one night, she thought, that never happens.

Jordan stopped moving and withdrew from her body. She looked up at him feeling a little dazed. “You haven’t come yet.”

A sensual smile crossed his face. “Honey, I’m just getting started.”

She laughed. “I don’t think I can take much more.” She was surprised at this side of his nature. She had never seen him like this; he was so intense and serious. Of course, she acknowledged, she’d never had sex with him either.
It was a freaking fantastic side of him!

He joined her on the bed moving toward her with deliberate purpose. He sat in front of her while he grabbed her leg and raised it high. He began kissing and sucking on the back of her knee.

“Oh My God! Why does that feel so good?” she asked as her entire body tingled at his touch.

“It’s an erogenous zone. Hasn’t anyone ever touched you here before?” he asked as he skimmed his fingers across the back of her knee.

“No, never,” she answered. What kind of idiots had she been dating?

“Hmmm, good. Spots that just belong to me,” he said as his mouth moved from the back of her knee down her thigh, kissing, biting, sucking. He reached forward, once again rubbing her little nub slowly. “Have you recovered from your orgasm? Are you still sensitive here?”

She squirmed, feeling a little embarrassment at his blunt question.

“Don’t be embarrassed Michaela. There are no secrets between us. I’m going to learn everything about your body. Right now I want to make sure I can touch you there again. I need to make you come again.”

“Jordan, don’t worry about it. I never come twice, let alone three times,” she admitted as her face flushed in embarrassment.

He gave a low chuckle. “Well, you just came twice, so let’s break another record and go for three,” he said as he continued to massage her slick pearl with his finger. “Feel good?”

“Yes, it feels good,” she answered in a breathless voice.

“Good, because I need to get back inside that hot pussy of yours,” he said as he moved on top of her and his shaft pushed hot and hard inside her.

Jordan had given her just enough of a break to let her body come back to life. He lowered his head and began kissing her. His tongue was following the same pattern as his cock as it thrust inside her. He raised his head turning his attention to her breasts as her nipples beckoned to him. He sucked and pulled at one of her nipples and then he bit causing a delicious pain to shoot through her. She screamed in ecstasy and threw back her head as another orgasm convulsed through her body.

As Jordan enjoyed the sound of her climaxing he pounded into her sheath harder finally relenting and allowing himself to come
. The orgasm seemed to rise from deep within his balls and his release was harder than he ever remembered.
Primitively, he wished he wasn’t wearing a condom since he wanted to leave a part of himself inside her, marking her as his. He groaned as ecstasy over took him. This was where he’d wanted to be for the last year and he’d finally arrived.

For a while all she was aware of was the sound of their heavy breathing and the feel of Jordan’s body as he collapsed on top of her. He raised his head kissing her gently and he said, “You definitely won round one. Let’s take round two a bit slower this time, shall we?”

“That was only one round!!!? Jesus Jordan, you’re still hard!”

He kissed her again while he leaned over and grabbed another condom. Michaela wasn’t sure who won round two or round three or round four for that matter, she decided to worry about it in the morning.