Brazen Girl by Ali Dean Page 0,27
that doesn’t seem to get the point across, I walk her backwards to the bed and bring her down with me until my body covers her. Once I’ve got her caged in, I pull away enough to tell her, “Jordan, do you know how many times I’ve thought about kissing you these past few months?”
She blushes, and it kickstarts my heart. My dick too, but that’s no surprise given its state since the second I saw her at the airport.
“Probably not as many times as I pictured you kissing me. I had no idea how vivid an imagination I had until recently.” Her blush deepens and I bring my lips to hers again, moving my hips between her legs as I do. She moans and I press harder.
“Oh Beck. I want you so bad. We have time. Please.” Jordan is begging me, and it’s all I’ve dreamed about. I had no idea this was what would be waiting for me when I got off the plane. I can’t decide if it’s better or worse that she gave me no warning on the phone beforehand. I thought we’d at least try the friends-only thing for a while, and I’d feel her out, see if she still wanted me. She’s telling me in no uncertain terms just how much she wants me, and after confirming her parents won’t be barging in, I shut the door, lock it, and tear off my clothes.
“You don’t need a condom,” she tells me.
“You sure?” I’m not about to tell her I packed a stash just in case my dreams did come true on this visit. We’d stopped using them shortly before… well, before the crash.
Jordan hesitates for just a second, and I don’t like the shadow that passes across her face for an instant. “I mean, unless you think we need them now?”
I start pulling down her jeans, wanting that lust-filled look on her face again. “We don’t need one,” I promise, wanting to be skin to skin. My hands cup her center and she’s back to moaning and begging. Jordan doesn’t want foreplay and I’m totally okay with that.
Jordan
My eyes flutter closed as he enters me. It’s the most overwhelming pleasure, having Beck inside me. There’s some pain too, but even that I welcome. It tells me he’s really here, connected with me in the most intimate way possible. He pauses when he’s as far as he can go, and my eyelids lift.
“You feel so good, Beck.” I’m not usually a big talker when we’re together like this. There’s so much to take in without any words. But right now, I need him to know exactly how good this is for me. Maybe it’s because we lost our physical connection all this time, but it feels right as I grab his ass and tell him I need him to move.
“Don’t be gentle, Beck. I want all of you.” It’s an echo of what he said before, and I mean it. If there’s anger or frustration at how I’ve handled everything, I want to feel that too.
“Hard?” he grunts, seeking confirmation. He moves his hips solid and sure, but it’s not enough.
“I want everything I’ve missed,” I manage to get out as my body tingles with an awareness I haven’t had in far too long. “Give me all of it, Beck.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“It’s a lot that’s been building for you, Jordan.” His thrusts remain rhythmic and controlled, even as he slams with enough force that it pushes me back on the bed. I reach my legs around him and dig my heels into his back. Lifting up on my elbows to brace myself, I hold his gaze.
“Show me how much.” He drops his chin, like he’s unwilling to give me what I’m asking, and that’s when I drop the last encouragement that I know will make him lose control. “This isn’t enough, Beck. I need more.”
Yeah, Beck bucks harder then, rocking my body despite my efforts to hold myself up. His hands move under my shoulders to steady me and he begins to pound in earnest. Beck’s always made me feel alive in bed and cherished at the same time. In this moment though, it’s the first time I’ve really seen him lose control the way I want him to. I want this to be about him. I need him to let it all out. And this is how I want him to do it. Holding me the way he is, our breaths mingling, unable to kiss properly