With a gentle nudge, we both rolled and he pinned me down with his wide chest. A hand slipped down to press my knees apart and I opened to him.
He slipped in between my legs, and in one swift movement pushed himself inside me. I was slick, wet, ready for him, and though he was big, his entry was easy enough. I held my breath, enjoying the feel of him there, of his weight pushing me down into the carpet. He bent forward, pressed his mouth to my neck and began to move.
He found his rhythm quickly, resting on his elbows, holding my head in his hands as he continued to feast on my neck. I locked my legs around his swiveling hips, pulling him into me tight and not letting go.
“Jesus, Weiss, you’re killing me,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.
“Fuck me hard, Jordan.”
With a growl, he pushed up on his arms and did just that, slamming into me with rushed, quick strokes. The force of it took my breath away and almost hurt, but it also felt intensely good. Abruptly, he shifted the tempo and the angle at which he entered me, and I sucked in a breath, my body arching underneath him. He watched me closely, likely trying to gauge how close I was. I could barely catch my breath. It must have been pretty obvious I was close.
“Come on, April,” he ground out. “Come again.”
I closed my eyes, concentrating on nothing else but the feel of him moving inside me and against me, the friction of his solid chest rubbing against my nipples, the feel of his hands digging into my hips, his hot breath on my face and neck. All at once, I was up and over the edge, coming in breath-stealing gasps, completely shocked that I had come again so quickly.
But then I remembered… that night, the night of the video. I’d orgasmed more than once too. It had been the first time that had ever happened, and all because I’d been under the hands of a very skilled lover. Under Jordan’s hands.
He was still moving on top of me, his breath becoming more ragged until I felt him stiffen against me with one final push deep inside.
Behind my closed eyes, I was still seeing stars. That had been fan-fucking-tastic. Every bit as hot as the night of Comic-Con—no, even better. This time I could look into his handsome face and see his desire for me. I could feel his hot mouth moving over my neck, my face.
Holy shit.
As I floated back down to earth, I began to dread his words from earlier. April…this can only be a one-time thing…we can’t continue this beyond tonight.
A feeling of cold emptiness washed over me and I suppressed a shiver, an ache of loss.
Because already I was addicted.
Chapter 20
Jordan
Instead of practicing for my TED talk and reminding myself about Friar Jordan’s New Law of Celibacy, I spent half the night fucking my hot intern. And though it blew all those newfound ideals out of the water, there was no way in hell I was going to regret it.
After the first time on the floor in front of the fireplace, I carried her upstairs to my room. I had another condom and I intended to use it. If this was a one-night-only thing—as it really had to be—then I was going to make the most of it.
After two orgasms, she appeared fatigued, a sheen of sweat making her porcelain skin glow in an otherworldly beautiful way. There was another fireplace in my bedroom, so instead of turning on the lights, I flipped the switch for the fireplace instead. Then, I laid her gently on the bed and she smiled up at me with sated eyes that I couldn’t resist. I bent to take that mouth with mine again, kissing those plump, pink lips that reminded me of a fairytale princess. A very naughty fairytale princess.
“You thirsty? Hungry?”
With a smile, she shook her head then scooted over on the bed, patting the place beside her.
I ducked into the bathroom before joining her. She had rolled onto her stomach, having tucked a pillow under her chin, and was watching the fire intently from the foot of the bed. I lay on my back and admired the curves of her gorgeous ass and thighs.
Her body was different from the women I dated nowadays. Most were models, so they were tall, lean, and lanky. All firm, toned muscle and few curves. They were beautiful women, no doubt, but there was something about this one…
“Your body is beautiful,” I said, running a hand over her soft skin, cupping her ass.
She turned her head to look at me¸ a frown creasing her dark brows. It was clear she didn’t believe me. “Weren’t you dating a Victoria’s Secret model last year? And the actresses…I hardly compare to any of them.”
My hand paused only momentarily in its exploration of her skin, her ass, her legs. I was already getting hard just from touching her. And I wanted inside her again—soon. Hopefully, the second time would be enough for tonight because the condom count would be zero after this. Though I could call room service for more if I became desperate enough.