Page 30 of Pucking Rebound
He might only be playing with my nipples, but I feel his touch everywhere.
I’m so wet, and he’s yet to touch my pussy.
Torturing me some more, he moves back to my other nipple and gives it the same attention.
“You’ve got great tits.”
No one has ever told me that before.Nothing special.Well, that’s what Graham told me once.
What a dick.
I push the thoughts of him aside and smile to myself, bathing in the knowledge that Jordy thinks I have great boobs, enjoying the way he makes sparks of desire burn deep in my core.
And it’s only then I notice the music has changed to Chase Atlantic’s “Slow Down” which is my favorite song of theirs. It’s dark and full of passion. So sexy.
Just like Jordy.
He kisses my cleavage before finally, his gorgeous face appears above me.
“You have a beautiful body, Jordy.” Longing to touch him, I run my hands up his strong arms, and over the skin of his shoulders.
“I like the way you touch me,” he admits, dropping a kiss to my lips, and I swear he shivers. “But I want you to put your hands above your head for me.”
I don’t question him because I want him to make good on his promise. I want him to do things to me I’ve never done before and, most of all, I want him to fuck Graham out of my system.
I lift my arms, and I love how he takes control in the bedroom. I feel like he’s worshiping me. Something Graham never did.
With one of his large hands, he pins my wrists to the bed. “Are you wet for me, baby?” His voice dances with dark mischief.
I nod.
“Shall we check how wet your pretty cunt is?” His dirty words make me suck in a breath, my nipples hardening at how turned on I am by his filthy mouth. I like this Jordy, a lot.
His other hand moves to between my legs, and he cups me with it before touching my pussy lips with featherlight strokes. Taking his time, he tickles my inner thighs, teasing me, before he moves back to my pussy. Writhing, I tilt my pelvis because I want him to touch me. He doesn’t, but he continues to build the need burning inside me when he traces his fingertips across the skin of my ass, my thighs, my perineum, which is not something I thought I would enjoy but do.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands. “I want to see the look on your pretty face when I finger fuck you for the first time.”
I pull in a breath when he finally slips his fingers between my pussy lips. Grazing my clit makes me jolt, but everything he does makes my body feel alive. It’s as if there’s this weird super current that runs between us. It’s electric.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod. It’s better than good.
“Make me feel special, Jordy.” My voice is breathless as I beg him to make his next move.
He slides his finger back and forth, then rubs my clit teasingly, making my breath hitch before he inserts a thick finger inside me, and my back bows off the bed.
“You’re soaked.” His pupils darken when he pushes it in and out, my pussy tightening around his fingers.I want more. “Want another?” he asks, as if reading my thoughts.
Rendered speechless, I can only nod.
“I need words.” He stalls, his voice deliciously dark and gravelly.
“Yes,” I reply, sounding desperate.
“Good girl.” His praise sends a rush of my arousal flooding from me.
Jordy’s mouth touches mine. “Interesting,” he mumbles, pushing another digit into my pussy, the burn of him stretching me slowly turns into pleasure.
