Monday September 1st
SYDNEY
I couldn't believe she would do this to me. I laid in my bed curled into a ball, tears streaming down the side of my face as the uncontrollable sobs escaped their threshold. Feeling my heart break all over again as I replayed the events from earlier.
7 Hours Earlier
I had just finished grading papers in my office when I heard a knock at the door and judging by the fact that I was new in town, and currently only knew a few people, it was easy to deduce who was at my door.
I rushed to the door and opened it to find Jordan standing on the porch carrying a large bag, slung over her left shoulder. As usual she looked sexy, I noticed she wasn't wearing her usual business suits. Going with a more casual look.
It wasn't completely out of character for her, it's not like I haven't seen her in this type of attire, and if I'm being completely honest with myself, I found that it added to her sex appeal. But then again, Jordan would look sexy in just about anything, or nothing at all for that matter. The thought sent electric shivers down my spine, causing me to lick my lips.
I tried hard to brush the naughty thoughts away. I needed to control myself. And as much as I would love to have my way with her, I actually wanted to do something fun with her, other than being naked and finding ourselves in different positions. I could feel my mind start to wander. I really needed to stop. Mentally shaking my wayward thoughts. We had plenty enough time for that later.
I noticed Jordan standing in front of me with her mouth agape, she looked adorable, I couldn't resist teasing her. Even though I was guilty of having not so innocent thoughts a moment ago.
"You'll catch flies with an expression like that." I teased, shooting her a wink and a playful smile. She quickly closed her mouth which made me giggle.
"Well you can't really blame me when you look so breathtakingly beautiful." She quipped. The things she says to me definitely make me swoon in excitement.
I stepped aside, allowing her to enter the house. I closed the door behind her as she made her way into the living room and set her things on the L-shaped sofa. Jordan turned to me, then closing the gap between us, she swept me up into a hug, leaving butterfly kisses on my neck. Then slowly making her way to my lips. Her plush lips devouring me, she tasted of mint. It took everything I had to pull away from her enticing lips, but I wanted to ask a simple question.
"So, what should we do tonight?" I asked still in a daze from our kiss.
"I can think of a few things." She replied, her voice low and seductive as she began kissing me along my jawline. I moaned in pleasure. I could feel my knees beginning to weaken. I had to control myself.
"I'm pretty sure you can and as intriguing as that sounds, I was actually hoping we could do something else for a change." I said as she continued to kiss me, this time she focused on kissing my neck again.
"Is that right? Well, what do you have in mind love?" She inquired as her breath on my neck sent tingles throughout my entire body.
"I don't know. I was hoping you would have some suggestions since you're from here and I'm new in town." I responded even though I could barely make out a sentence as she licked along my collarbone.
"Hmm...let's start with something simple then." Jordan stopped her sensual assault on my now sexual aroused body, she stepped away which made me frown slightly. I instantly missed her touch. I composed myself as I brushed out the invisible wrinkles on my shirt. "How about we go to dinner first and then if were feeling up to it, we can find something else to do." Jordan suggested as she gently grabbed my hand. "I know a perfect little diner about 45 minutes outside the city. I know you'll love it. Plus, were less likely to be seen by anyone we know." She continued in an attempt to convince me. Although, it really wouldn't have taken much convincing. Just as long as I was with Jordan, I didn't mind where we went.
"That sounds perfect. Just let me grab my purse and we can head out. I retreated to the kitchen. I grabbed my bag from the counter and went back into the living room, Jordan was paying attention to her phone, texting someone. "Okay, I'm ready." I stated as Jordan held out her hand for me to take. I gladly accepted and put my hand in hers then we walked out the door, remembering to lock it.
I noticed a beautiful black convertible in the driveway. I'm not much of a car enthusiast but I knew it was a classic and it most certainly fit Jordan's personality. Jordan opened the passenger door, allowing me to get in. Jordan went around the back of the car and then she surprised me by not using the door and jumping in the driver seat.
"Smooth." I commented while showing my playful grin.
"Thanks, I like to think so." She said with a wink and her million-dollar smile, making me blush in the process.
The drive to the restaurant was nice, being able to let my hair flow freely in the wind was such an exhilarating feeling. The cool evening air the perfect contrast to the humidity that was threatening to break into an all-out heat wave. To add to the feeling to the setting sun, Jordan played 60's and 70's R&B throughout the entire car ride. Which made the ambiance that much sweeter in this moment.
When we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed the diner looked like it came from the 1950's with what looked to be shiny aluminum siding, giving it a classic feel of that era. The sign above the restaurant as well as the marquee read 'Maggie's Diner.'
When we stepped inside, the aroma hit my senses, instantly making my mouth water. The smell of steaks, burgers, fries, and other delicious foods filled the air. I took a look around my surroundings and seen that the tiles were checkered black and white. The walls were white with pictures of famous musicians of that time period spread throughout the restaurant. Across from the entryway was a counter designated for single patrons, on the other side of the counter was the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of dishes and shuffling of feet in the kitchen.
Just then I heard a woman's voice. "Jimmy, hurry up with table 4's order. I would like to get that to them sometime today!" The woman's voice booming with authority.
"I'm working on that right now Maggie." The man I'm assuming is Jimmy countered in a non-threatening tone.
"I'm giving you 3 minutes!" The woman yelled loud enough for him and the rest of the people in the restaurant to hear. The sound of pots and pans clinking together could be heard throughout the modest building.
A short stout middle aged woman with the same caramel colored complexion as Jordan and auburn hair walked through a set of red doors, leaving them swinging in her wake. She walked behind the counter, she looked up and her face was one of surprise.
"Well I'll be. If it isn't the infamous Jordan Hawkins in the flesh. Gracing us with her presence." She came from around the counter. "Where have you been? You don't call, you don't write, not even a carrier pigeon, smoke signal or something." She teased as her and Jordan embraced in an enormous hug.
"Sorry I haven't been around in a while. I've been a little busy." Jordan retorts as they release each other. The woman finally able to acknowledge me as if she were sizing me up.
"No shit you've been busy. I can see why. So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" She inquired as a small smile broke through her tough exterior.
"Of course. Mags, this is my girlfriend Sydney Vaughn. Sydney this is my auntie Margaret Sinclair." I stare at Jordan a little shocked from the revelation, for 2 reasons, the first being that Jordan introduced me as her girlfriend. Up until now we never really defined our relationship, not that I'm complaining. I rather loved the introduction and the way it sounded. And 2, because she brought me to her aunts diner, who I didn't even really know much about. Jordan had a tendency to divert certain family matters.
I turn my attention to the older woman in front of me.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Sinclair." I raise my hand in an attempt to greet her formally.
"Mrs. Sinclair is my mother in-law. You can call me Maggie." She smiled at me, which reminded me of Jordan. Maggie returned the formal gesture.
"Very well, nice to meet you Maggie." I say feeling a little awkward, only because I was brought up to respect my elders.
"And its lovely to meet you as well. So, Jordan, I can definitely see why you haven't been around in a while and I don't blame you. She is quite the looker." Maggie compliments with a playful wink towards her niece as she turns to look at Jordan, causing me to blush at the compliment.
"Well, have a seat anywhere you'd like." Maggie gestures, showcasing the restaurant with unoccupied tables.
I see a table near the corner to our left by the window. I point it out to Jordan. We make our way to the table and sit down. Maggie joins us a moment later asking if we knew what we wanted to drink, she writes them down and departs to fetch our drinks.
To my surprise dinner goes by rather fast. The food was delicious, and I enjoyed spending time with Jordan and her aunt. Who I instantly fell in love with, Maggie is a feisty one, a real spitfire who loves to joke and tease with the best of them, she really knows how to charm without even trying. It seemed almost effortless. More than once throughout the evening, it made me wonder if that's where Jordan got her charm from. The 3 of us talked and laughed as we shared stories. The more Maggie talked, the more fascinated I became with her.
A few times during dinner I would glance over at Jordan and I noticed her deep in thought whenever Maggie would excuse herself from the table to attend to customers or other diner duties. When I would ask what she was thinking she would just shrug it off and tell me it was nothing. Deep down I knew she was hiding something, but I didn't want to push it. I know she'll tell me when she's ready. I just hope its sooner rather than later.
I glanced at my watch, it read 9:48 p.m. It's later than I thought. We were visiting for so long that I didn't even bother to look at the time. Jordan and I shared a knowing glance. We exchanged hugs with Maggie during our departure and Maggie told the both of us not to become strangers before we got in Jordan's car and left for home. Before leaving the parking lot, Jordan raised the top of the convertible.
We drove home in silence, a few times I tried to strike up a conversation, but Jordan's mind seemed to be elsewhere. Her answers were short and to the point, she seemed agitated towards me. I had no idea where this was coming from. I was starting to become frustrated because she wouldn't talk to me.
I'm completely confused by the change in her demeanor. She seemed fine when she came to pick me up this evening. Then all of a sudden at dinner, it was like someone flicked a light switch and her mood all of a sudden changed. Although she hid it well from her aunt, Jordan would engage in conversation with Maggie. Jordan became distant with me and now she's giving me the cold shoulder. I tried to think back to what brought on this sudden shift of atmosphere between us. I came up with nothing.
With each passing minute my tolerance for her growing agitation was becoming increasingly aggravating. I didn't know what her problem was, and if she didn't want to talk about it, what the hell did she expect from me? I'm not a mind reader.
We finally reached the city, I tried to ask her multiple times before hand if she wanted to talk about it, but she wouldn't say anything. She would just stare straight ahead, watching the road in front of us. I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough of the silent treatment. My frustration building up with every second that passed by.
"What the hell is your problem Jordan!?" I yelled annoyed by her behavior. Jordan's attention shifted from agitation and when she turned her head to look at me, she glared in my direction.
"You're my fucking problem!" She fired back to which I was half expecting. I was hurt by her admission.
"And what the fuck did I do now!?" I angrily questioned, my glare matching hers. I was already irritated with her that I couldn't help but to add fuel to the fire.
"Just forget it!" She yelled as she diverted her attention back to the road. We rounded a corner that was 2 streets away from my place.
"Don't give me that shit again!" I practically screamed, annoyed with her answer. Tell me what I did that got you so mad at me! I continued. Irritation evident in my voice.
"Don't fucking worry about it!" She said matching my irritation. "It's my shit to deal with!!" She yelled, her hands gripping the steering wheel.
"How can I when you're taking it out on me!?" I said throwing my hands up in frustration. "I don't even know why you're so fucking angry with me!?" I turned my attention to the passenger window. Recognizing that we were only a few houses away from my soon to be salvation.
"It's nothing! Just drop it Sydney!" I snapped my head to glare at her.
"You're so fucking childish! I don't even know why I put up with this shit!!" I couldn't stop the words as they slipped out. I knew Jordan would read something else into it. At the moment, I could care less. She was pissing me off.
"Why do you then!?" Jordan looked at me, with hurt in her eyes. But the venom in her voice masked it. Jordan pulled the car into the driveway and put it in park.
"Because I fuckin' love you Jordan!" Silence fell over the air between us as the words slipped out of my mouth. I've never in my life said those particular words to another living person, to whom I was not related to. Ever since I met Jordan, I knew on some fundamental level that I loved her and only wanted to be with her. This was the first time either one of us had said it out loud.
As much as I wanted our argument to end, and as much as I wanted to kiss her to make the moment better, it wasn't the right time. She didn't say anything to indicate that she felt the same way. My heart tightened with anticipation and regret. Not because I changed my mind, but because of the timing of it all.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of the car. I had to get away from her. "I should go." It was the only thing that I could force myself to say. I motioned to get out of the car. "Syd, wait." Her voice almost a whisper. I waited for her to say something and when she didn't I got out and rushed to the porch as fast as I could. I half expected her to drive off. Then I remembered, Jordan had her bag in the house.
I heard the door open and close behind me. "Syd...Please wait a minute."
"Wait for what Jordan?! You want me to wait for you not to say anything to me?" I exclaimed exasperated. I turned around to find that Jordan had stopped in her tracks.
"No...that's not..." Her tone remorseful. She took a step forward and tried to reach for me but I back away from her touch. She looked hurt by my refusal, but then so was I.
"It's not what Jordan? It's not the right time to express our feelings?" I couldn't help the frustrated feelings that emanated throughout my words, not only was I hurt by what felt like her rejection but I was embarrassed towards my vulnerability.
"No...I mean, yes but..." I could tell by the depths of Jordan's eyes that she was surveying the conversation and trying to articulate her thoughts as she looked into my eyes, pleading for me to be patient. Which something that I couldn't give her right now. My irritation way passed its boiling point. She attempted grab me once more, this time she was a little faster and she caught my arm. I pulled myself from her grasp. I pulled myself from her grasp and made my way towards the front porch.
"But what Jordan?" I asked as I turned around standing at the top of the steps. I looked down on her with tears threatening to break free.
"Damn it woman! Just let me take a second to get my thoughts together!" Jordan yelled out of desperation to be heard as she stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"You know what, No! I've waited for you to talk to me all the way home! Your time is up! I don't have time for this shit right now!" I yelled back feeling the need to be defensive. I made the 3 steps towards the front door.
"But you have time for everyone who isn't me?!" She retorted as I unlocked the door and walked in the house, with Jordan right behind me. I flipped on the light switch that was next to the front door and stepped further into the living room while Jordan went to grab her bag on the sofa leaving the front door open.
"And what's that supposed to mean!? What the hell are talking about?" Still clueless as to why Jordan had an attitude in the first place.
"Nothing. Just forget." Jordan sounded a calmer, with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"I swear Jordan if you tell me that again I'm gonna!!" My discontentment at an all-time high that I couldn't even bring myself to finish my sentence.
"You're gonna what!!!?" Her voice echoed throughout the room. She took a step in my direction. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in place as if I were entranced by her piercing honey colored eyes as they stared into mine. Searching for an answer that I didn't have. She closed the gap between us. Jordan's body merely centimeters from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of her.
I was aching to reach out and touch her. I did my best to fight the urge. It took every ounce of strength I had in order to resist. I didn't want to give into her. I knew what she was doing, just like I knew what she was capable of doing to me. She had complete control over me, just by her intoxicating scent alone, was enough to make me falter. She smelled of lavender and coconut.
"Tell me." She whispered in my ear, sending familiar waves of electricity from my neck straight to my core with 2 simple words.
"What are you gonna do Sydney?" She whispered against my neck. I could feel the arousal between my thighs begin to awaken. I knew I couldn't keep up my previous pretenses for much longer. Jordan put her hands on my waist, pulling me closer to her, our bodies now touching. My heartbeat increasing as the seconds ticked by. I felt myself starting to lose control, I yearned for her kiss.
I wrapped my arms around her neck, "I'm sure Ill think of something." I whispered then pulled her in for a fiery kiss that I couldn't satiate, our tongues colliding with want and need as they danced together passionately in an all too familiar tango. Jordan pressed her lips harder against mine, I eagerly returned the action.
I felt her hands start to caress my hips, she tactfully ran them up to my shoulders, her fingers tracing along my spine down to the small of my back. Once she had her fill, she cupped my ass, gently massaging them at first. Then without warning, she tightly squeezed them, automatically sending butterflies to my stomach, tingles soon took their place to my most sensitive areas and before I could stop it, a soft moan escaped my lips.
The kiss ending because the both of us needed to catch our breath. Jordan released me from her grasp, I immediately missed the contact between us. I watched her intently as she walked over to the entryway and closed the door then gently locked it. Once Jordan turned around to face me, I could see the lust within her eyes. Her honey-colored orbs clouded to onyx within a matter of seconds.
I observed Jordan as she seductively sauntered back over to me. Stopping halfway in her pursuit, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head, making sure not to break eye contact as she did so. Leaving her in just her white sports bra, her magnificently toned body on full display.
I took my time as I examined her, I was in complete awe of the woman standing before me. My line of sight being drawn to her torso. I couldn't look away as her abs glistened in the dimly lit room, the perfect V-shape that trailed from her abs to below her khakis was enough to make me drool. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers over every inch of her body.
Even as she stood a few feet away from me, in just her sports bra and khakis, Jordan oozed regality. In this day and age, it's uncommon to see such a demanding presence in someone so young. As the realization struck me, in that moment I knew I was a slave to her domineering presence.
Suddenly Jordan walks over to the sofa and takes a seat in the corner. She places her arms on the back of the sofa, her feet placed flat on the floor as her legs comfortably spread in front of her. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?" Jordan inquires in a low demanding yet seductive voice. I could feel the heat rising in my body as each word passed her lips. I didn't know what to say. I said the first thing that came to mind.
"L-like w-what daddy?" I stuttered. My voice came out soft and unsure as I stared into her lust filled eyes. All of my defenses from earlier forgotten and for now, it didn't matter. I wanted it all to go away, I wanted Jordan to stake her claim all over my body.
"Strip." Her voice held the same demanding tone, I could feel the wetness between my thighs. Slowly. Jordan's voice came out husky. Jordan's commanding demeanor was turning me on and all I wanted to do was please her by giving in to her.
"Yes daddy." I whispered shyly. I unstrapped both of my sandals and stepped out of them, pushing them behind me with my foot. Then I slowly grabbed the hem of my shirt, I brought the shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor beside me. I brought my hand up to my neck, lightly caressing my neckline, then tracing a line down to the valley of my chest then further down bypassing my belly button. I took my time unbuttoning my capris, slowly unzipping my jeans.
Placing both my index fingers inside the waistline of my jeans, letting my fingertips trace the top of the waistline of the capris then I tugged at the fabric as I put my hands inside, gently pulling them off. I leisurely stepped out of them, lightly kicking them to the side. Leaving me in my white lace bra and panties. I took a step forward, peering into the very eyes that set my body aflame. Jordan slowly and meticulously licked her lips.
I delicately caressed my torso, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jordan's hands roaming over every part of my body. That thought alone was enough to elicit small moans of pleasure and she hasn't even touched me yet. She has no idea how much power she has over me.
I brought my hands up to my breasts, rubbing them gently over the fabric. Doing my best to prolong the excitement. Opening my eyes as another moan escaped, immediately seeking Jordan's silent approval which was granted as I saw her squirm in her seat. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra, expertly pulling it off. I threw it in Jordan's direction, it landed on her lap. She picked it up and studied my recently discarded item for a brief moment, she bit her bottom lip then put it on the sofa next to her. Rewarding me with a sexy lopsided grin.
Instinctively my hands began roaming my body as I slowly made my way to where Jordan remained sitting. I ran my hands over my breasts, picturing Jordan's hands on me, I squeezed then then pushed them together. I watched as Jordan began shifting her hips, anticipation evident in her facial features.
"Do you like that daddy?" I asked, my voice a sultry hush.
"Yes baby. Keep going love." Her voice practically a moan. Jordan's words creating a spark within me, urging me to continue.
"Anything for you daddy." I replied with a seductive undertone. The bulge in her khakis visible, it turned me on knowing that I wielded the power to get such a reaction from her.
Lowering my head, I pushed my right breast upward, sticking my tongue out, with a slow single lick on my nipple I heard Jordan's intake of breath. Which only urged me to continue, tediously licking around my sensitive bud, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake then I began sucking on it. Not taking my eyes off of Jordan, I bit down making sure to linger as I tugged on it lightly. This earned another groan from the honey eyed beauty.
Surprising me, Jordan reached for me and pulled me on to her lap. As I straddled her thighs, I could feel her erection through the fabric between us. It took everything I had in me not to grind against her. She put her arms around my lower back. Our lips crashing together, she licked my lips, asking for entrance. I immediately opened my mouth, granting her the access she craved while she ran her hands all over my back. I gripped her shoulders, digging in, which I'm sure would leave a mark.
Our tongues swirling in circles, pushing against the other forcefully, seeking dominance which neither of us was giving up without a fight until our clashing tongues gave in and started working together. Jordan's hands roaming my body with fervor, I couldn't get enough of her touch.
As if it were second nature, I started grinding my hips against her ever arduous cock. I ran my fingers through her hair. I tugged on the sides of her short pixie like style raven colored hair, so she was tilting her head, I took that as my chance to try to dominate the kiss that we found ourselves engulfed in. Jordan startled me as she rubbed my heated core with her fingers. My moan could be heard throughout the room.
Jordan suddenly stood up while still carrying me, instinctively I wrapped my legs around her waist. She took us to my bedroom. Jordan laid me on my king-sized bed with my legs halfway off the bed, she pulled down my panties, dropping them on the floor.
She stood at the edge of the bed and in a swift smooth motion she took off her sports bra and threw it somewhere in the room. I couldn't help but to gaze upon her beautiful caramel colored complexion and marvel at the sheer magnificence of her. I couldn't believe that she was all mine.
The look in Jordan's eyes spoke volumes as she seemingly took her time to study me. Lust still evident in her demeanor which set a new wave of carnal need to my aroused core. She leaned on top of me, honey orbs staring into emerald eyes. Searching for something deep within them. Jordan lovingly kissed my lips. She placed delicate butterfly kisses along my jawline, when she reached my ear, she licked behind it. I could feel little tingles shoot throughout my entire body.
Then distributing feathered kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts, as she massaged my left nipple with her fingers, delicately tugging and pinching sending little bolts of electricity to my fupa.
She took my other breast in her mouth, licking sucking and pulling. With her free hand she started massaging my pussy. Her fingers expertly slipping through my folds as she rubbed my clit. I moaned loudly as the anticipation began mounting with each passing moment. It felt like I hadn't felt her touch in so long, even though she was deep inside me earlier this afternoon. That didn't stop me, I wanted her inside of me again. I craved her.
I could feel the tension build up and just as I was on the cusp of a mind shattering orgasm, she stopped. I growled feeling a little frustrated that I couldn't finish. Knowing Jordan, I knew she had something in mind, I could tell by the look in her eyes. She was savoring the moment and I am a slave to her every desire. Jordan brought me to the edge a few more times, each time I would let out a growl of frustration. I felt myself starting to get agitated with not being able to climax.
Before I could complain, she kissed me lightly on the lips then positioned herself between my legs. Grabbing my left foot then placed gentle kisses from my ankles to my thighs, letting the tension mount as she passed over my heated core and repeated her glorious torture.
With my juices dripping down, Jordan began licking over my folds, tasting me, lapping up my excess juices. I let out a gasp at the feeling of her tongue, my back arching off the bed. Her tongue grazing my entrance all the way up to my clit, flicking my sensitive bud up and down then in circular motions. Losing control, I grabbed her head with one hand, raking my fingers through her hair while the other gripped the comforter. "Oh fuck! Jordan that feels so fuckin' good!" I screamed, my voice reaching a new octave at the end as the rising pressure of my orgasm was about to hit its peak. I'm so close. And just like that, Jordan stopped. 'Bitch.' Was all I could think at the moment.
I hit the bed with the hand that was gripping the comforter. I was so sexually frustrated I didn't know whether to cry or hit something. I wanted to do both, but I didn't know which one I wanted to do first.
As I was about to protest Jordan stood up and pulled me closer towards the edge of the bed. Jordan pulled down her khakis kicking them off, I could see her member protruding, waiting to be released from its confines of her boxers. Without hesitation she pulled down her boxers. Her thick long cock engorged to its fullest length, purple and aching to be released. I licked my lips at the sight of it. I wriggle in anticipation of having her inside me.
Jordan stepped closer to the bed, she rubbed the tip of her cock on my entrance, teasing me. She kept teasing me, as her throbbing member massaged my clit. Without preamble or warning, Jordan thrust her cock inside of me. I moaned as the pleasure rendered me into a state of pure bliss. Immediately I tightened around her girth. She continued to push in and out of me. I matched her thrust for thrust, increasing the build-up. She grunted each time she pushed into me.
The look in her eyes was a look that I haven't seen before. It was a predatory look, almost territorial. Her thrusts getting harder and harder as she pumped her full length into me, relentless as she pulled in and out. I began to feel the sensation of another orgasm propel deep within my core.
Then before I knew what was happening, Jordan pulled out of me. She grabbed my hips and flipped me over, pulling me down so my feet were on the floor. Instinctively putting my hands on the bed pushing myself up, supporting my own weight. I barely had enough time to register what was happening, when she forced herself back inside me from behind. Ramming her cock deep inside me, I screamed in pleasure as I matched her assault on my pussy. Backing my ass into her as she picked up momentum with each thrust.
I could feel her dick throbbing inside of me, aching for release. I looked behind me, getting even more turned on at the sight of her, her face contorting into its primal state. Sweat glistening off her body, it made her look picturesque. Excitement enveloping me as I pushed into her cock harder, losing control. Need taking over, closing my eyes as the strain of the feel of another orgasm that has yet to be released, on the cusp of a climax.
Just as it I was about to come, Jordan's phone started going off. Jordan immediately pulled out of me and went to answer. I groaned out of frustration. I wanted to turn around and slap her, but she had already left the room. I sat on the bed then plopped down, laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
A few minutes later, she came into the room and started picking up her discarded clothes. "I'm sorry baby. But I have to go." She said, her voice hoarse.
"What's going on? Is something wrong?" I asked still agitated that I wanted to cry.
"I'm not sure. That was my dad. He needs me. I have to go." Was the explanation she gave me and with that she was gone. Leaving me unsatisfied.
Alone with my thoughts as I laid on the bed, naked. I couldn't help the tears as they broke through. I couldn't believe she did this to me. She edged me in the cruelest of ways, or so I felt and thought.