Shaking me from my internal dialogue, Jordan asked, “You want me to call Jerome and tell him to pull up?”
He mugged me as I ignored him and pulled him inside the lingerie store. Seeing the mannequins dressed in skimpy attire was enough to make me blush instantly.
“I’m a man that likes ass and titties, Mi. This ain’t some shit I need to be doing with you.”
“Please, Jordan!” I pleaded, feeling pitiful. “You think I want to have you do this with me?” I gestured around the store and felt so out of place. “I would much rather experience this with a man who wanted me—someone who finds me attractive. I’m set to be married to a man who would rather cheat on me at every turn before he considers finding me sexy enough to be faithful to. I just thought?—”
Dropping my head, I tried my best to stop the tears from falling. I knew I was a beautiful woman, but since being with Chandler, I’ve second-guessed everything about myself. From my locs to the way I dress, I felt like I wasn’t good enough or maybe not his type. Seeing the kind of women he cheats on me with makes me feel really self-conscious about myself.
“Aye…” He lifted my chin and brought my eyes to his. “If you want me to sit here and watch you model these scraps, I don’t mind. Just don’t say shit when my dick gets hard.”
“Oh my gosh!” I groaned as I looked around. Women were gawking at him, and I could feel my face grow hot. “Jordan, why would you say that?”
“Shit, it’s the truth.” Grabbing my hand, he led me over to the bra and panty area. “Now, if you want my help, let’s start here.” Picking up a red, laced thong, I groaned at the sight. “Let me see what you’re working with.”
Rolling my eyes, I snatched the pieces from him and went in search of a dressing room. The place had a sensual ambiance to it, and suddenly, I was nervous. This was not my first time in a lingerie store, but having Jordan with me made me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling for a friend. I was uneasy, but I also felt a hint of something that I couldn’t put my finger on.
Locating an empty dressing room, I glanced over my shoulder and found him texting on his phone before we entered the waiting area. The worry lines on his face were so cute, but I knew he was stressed since his ex-girlfriend had popped back up in town. That was another reason for getting him out of the house and forcing him to shop with me. I wanted to take his mind off things.
“I need to get my ass in the gym.” I groaned as I shimmied my denim shorts down my thighs. I’ve always had wide hips, and that could be another thing that turns Chandler off since it’s been a string of sticks being his whores. “I can’t do shit with this ass.”
“Seems to me that nigga can’t either.” I squealed when Jordan quietly entered the dressing room. “I knew you was dragging a wagon, but damn, girl.”
“Uh, sir… you can’t be in there.” I heard an associate speak on the other side of the curtain. “I’m going to need you to step out, please.”
“Come get me out of this muthafucka,” he responded, never taking his eyes from my body. Stepping closer, he placed his hand on my hip, giving it a rough squeeze. “I don’t know, friend. You sure your nigga ain’t gay.”
“W-What do you mean?” I panted as I watched him through the mirror. While his left hand was planted on my waist, his right was tracing my body. I followed as he dragged his finger across my collarbone to the middle of my chest, all the way to my navel. “I don’t understand.”
“You are hands down the finest woman I’ve ever seen.” He finally brought his eyes to meet mine in the mirror, and I stopped breathing. “If you were mine, there wouldn’t be a day that goes by that I didn’t tell you how fuckin’ fine you are. These…” He pinched my nipples, and I felt the liquid gush from my pussy. “Would never leave my mouth. This ass…”Smack“My Lawd, this ass. I’d mount you and bounce on this soft muthafucka like a trampoline.”
The more he talked to me, the more turned-on I became. Jordan and I have never crossed a line with each other, but at this moment, I would be down to do whatever he wanted to do. As he ran his finger below my navel, I couldn’t help but moan and shudder.
“Jordan,” I panted as he continued to trail south. “Please…”
“Then there’s this…” He trailed the outside of my panties, shaking his head in disbelief, “I know once a man dives in between those thighs, he would kill any man that ever looked at you. One taste of you, Noemi, would drive the most sane man crazy.” Pulling my panties to the side, he rubbed my clit before pushing his middle finger into me. I threw my head back and grunted at the intrusion. The feel of someone else’s digits would never compare to your own. Pumping in and out of me a few times, I could have cried once he stopped his assault.
“Open up for me, Noemi.” I reached behind me to spread my cheeks. His dick was so hard that I just knew he was going to break me in half. Chuckling, he licked his lips before tapping my mouth. “Your upper lips, baby. Open.”
Ashamed of my whorish ways, I parted my lips, and my eyes widened when he eased his fingers inside, allowing me to taste myself. Sucking his fingers gently, his glare keenly on me as I licked them clean. His breath hitched before he opened his mouth to speak.
“You see how easily you responded to me?”
I panted as I nodded. “Yes.” We were still eyeing each other in the mirror. “That was?—”
“How your man is supposed to make you respond, and if he ain’t like this…” He wound his hips into my ass, and his dick was hard as steel. “You don’t need him. There isn’t a damn thing wrong with you, and I better not ever hear you say nothing even close to implying that it is. Your nigga is a bitch for making you feel otherwise, and if I didn’t care about you, I’d fuck you in this dressing room and not give a damn about who was out there listening .” Turning me to face him, he gripped my chin and planted a kiss on my lips. It was soft yet assertive. If it wasn’t for him holding me, I would have fallen to my knees.
“I want you?—”
“Get dressed, baby.” He eyed me once more before stepping back. “We’ve got some more tricking to do.”
Winking, he left the dressing room, leaving me wet and confused. Hearing him ask the associate what the fuck was she looking at, I snapped from my thoughts and back to reality. I have never in my life wanted someone as much as I wanted Jordan at this moment, and I didn’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want to ruin this friendship because of a weak moment. The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I became. Lost in my thoughts, I went through the motions of getting dressed.
“We can go now,” I stated quietly as I exited the room with the garments still in hand. I couldn’t look at him, so I made a beeline to the cash register. He said nothing as he took thelingerie from me and placed it on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“You thought I was going to let you spend your money while you’re in my city?” He frowned at me. I couldn’t help but giggle. This man seemed to walk around with a permanent mug on his grill. “I hope you’re about done because I want to go to Wild’s shoe store and get a bite to eat. Plus, you owe me a movie.”
I stood to the side of him as I watched him move around as if he hadn’t just rocked my world. Maybe it was for the best that I left well enough alone. Jordan was already detached, and I don’t think I could handle rejection or the way he would be once we’ve succumbed to pleasure. I couldn’t bear it.
