Jordan’s Deliverance (5 page)

“When will you be back in DC?” she asked, her fingers tracing her décolletage absently. She noticed his eyes following her fingers, and she bit her plump lower lip suggestively.

“Are you teasing me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Because I am more than willing to follow your lead.”

“Teasing? Whatever do you mean, Viking?” she inquired as she let two fingers loosen the two top buttons of her poet’s blouse. She might not have been physical for a very long time, but she had an amazing lingerie assortment that begged to be admired.

“Hmmm, now you’re being coy. Would you like some direction, Jordan? I can’t touch, but I would love to see if your body is as sexy as I have imagined.”

Jordan sighed and stretched slowly, bringing the lavender lace of her demi-cup bra into view. “I am in my store. You know that’s not possible.”

“Oh, it absolutely is possible. A little trust is a wonderful aphrodisiac. Are there any customers in the store right now?”

“Nope, not a one.”

“Walk to your door, lock it, and put out your
Closed
sign,” he said softly.

“Excuse me?” she asked, not moving from her spot.

Riordan repeated his request, this time being extremely precise in his wording and more forceful in his command. “I said lock…your…door.”

Jordan paused for a moment, glanced around the empty store, and slowly slid from her seat behind the counter. She turned her
Closed
sign around and turned the lock on her front door until she heard a soft click.

When she returned to her stool she noticed Riordan had removed his dress shirt entirely, and she could see the swirl of hair that covered his defined lower abs and disappeared under the waistband of his dress pants.

“Okay, now slowly open your blouse button by button until it is hanging at your sides.”

Her fingers were shaking a bit. She felt her core clench with awareness as if it were grasping for something hard and solid. When her blouse hung at her sides she looked back at the laptop screen and drew her moist tongue over her drying lips. She was going to do this. He was going to watch her, seduce her, from the safety of miles away. And she was going to let him.

Audra ran her fingers over the lacy edges of her bra, opening her blouse wide for his viewing pleasure. She was more caught up in the appreciation of his expression than the scandalous position she was in twenty feet from her own storefront. Every labored breath she heard and every encouraging word that fell from his lips made her a little bolder.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “That’s right, baby. Caress your breasts. Good, I can see your sweet nipples from here, begging to be sucked. Pluck them for me. Make them hard and ready for my mouth.”

She lowered the lacy cups of her bra, baring her nipples so she could tug and fondle them as she would in the privacy of her bedroom. The weight of them felt heavy and hot in her hands.

“Put your fingers in your mouth and slide them out slowly, sweet. Imagine your fingers are my tongue flicking those sweet nubs. Faster…faster. That’s it. Don’t close your eyes. Jordan... Baby, look at me! Are you wet yet? Are you dripping?”

Jordan whimpered her reply, the hard wooden stool pressing into her sensitive mound as she rocked back and forth in front of the screen. She reached toward the screen as if to feel the hard planes of his chest and pull him closer to her body. She needed to be filled soon. Her pussy was flooding sticky juices into her panties, and Riordan looked like he wanted nothing more than to lap up her sweetness.

The rustling on his end brought her attention to his arousal. He had unzipped his pants and slipped his thick, lengthy cock out of his boxers to ease his self-induced torment. She couldn’t help but gape at the glistening head, her mouth salivating for a swipe. She may not have had a lot of experience in the traditional sense, but even if she couldn’t fuck it she could definitely suck it and she longed to introduce Riordan to that particular skill she had mastered.

Even while Riordan kept up the even rhythm, up and down on his shaft, he was still focused on Jordan’s pleasure.

“Take your right hand and dip your two fingers into your pussy, baby. That’s right. Massage every wall, pick up every drop of sweetness and rub your clit for me. Can you do that?”

Jordan hurriedly pushed past the waistband of her skirt and cotton panties to slide her fingers into her core. She moaned heavily, dropping her left hand loudly on the edge of the counter to steady her body.

“Faster, baby. Work that sweet clit for me,” he demanded.

A minute later, with the seductive soundtrack of Riordan’s encouraging murmurs, the wet smacking of her fingers plunging inside her pussy, and her fierce pounding of her clit Jordan orgasmed in front of a man for the first time in her life.

 

***

 

Riordan had never seen anything more lovely than Jordan’s head thrown back in erotic ecstasy. He had never heard anything more pleasing than her whimpers during the aftershocks of post-orgasmic bliss. He knew this night was not going to end with him one hundred miles from her side.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Jordan raised her head and stared at the screen, her eyes at a seductive half-mast.

“Hmm, yes, much better. So when will you be home again?” she asked, cupping her breasts slowly before recovering them with the delicate lace.

“Ninety minutes. I’m checking out now. Don’t reopen. You’ll just be wasting valuable energy I’m going to drain from you later. See you soon, Lovely Viper.”

There was nothing Riordan could do about Jordan’s past, but he could be here for her present.

Her passionate nature was beginning to come through. Regardless of the fears she still held, he was going to be there to be the recipient of what he knew would be a beautiful awakening.

Fifteen minutes later, he dropped the hammer on the Jag in a wonderful impression of Thor and made his way through Maryland into DC proper like the hounds of hell chased him. As aggressive as he wanted to be, he knew this important step had to be something she controlled, that she manipulated. He could give her that. He would still get what he wanted and along with that he would gain something even more valuable. Her trust.

Chapter Eight

 

 

Riordan stood still as a statue. His hands were clasped behind his back, his well-defined chest jutting forward. Feet shoulder-width apart, breathing deeply and evenly, he looked like an obedient soldier awaiting Jordan’s orders. Every few seconds a stream of sunlight would pass through the bamboo blinds and highlight his strong jaw or golden head. Jordan ran her hands over his rounded shoulders and laid her head on his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly, laying a butterfly kiss on his shoulder, “for coming to my house where I feel more at ease.”

“You could have asked me to meet you on the steps of the Capitol Building for all I cared, sweetheart. I just knew I couldn’t stay away any longer. Are you sure you are okay with my suggestion? I know it may be unorthodox for you, but it may help you. Anytime you need to stop, talk to me, tell me what makes you so apprehensive, I will be unable to do anything but listen.” Technically that was not true. Binding him with silken ties was a necessary illusion. He would never purposely let anyone leave him defenseless, especially with his woman nearby, even herself.

She stepped away from his warm body, returned a moment later, and wrapped the long, white, silk scarf around his wrists in a figure eight motion. He made a quick attempt to pull the ties apart and stopped.

“Good,” he said in a voice she almost didn’t recognize. “Comfortable but not easily broken.”

“Riordan, if this is going to make you uncomf—” Jordan began.

“Oh, my Lovely Viper, nothing you do to me would make me uncomfortable. If it makes you feel at ease, it’s my pleasure to do this. Now continue,” he commanded.

Jordan was a taken aback by his deep, gravelly voice. She felt like she was the one being controlled by his voice alone. Only this wasn’t scary, and it was more than a pleasurable. It was almost freeing. He had given her the control to be as vulnerable, wicked, demure, or demanding as she wanted. She stood back and thought about all the wonderful things she could do to her own personal Viking without fear. It was so liberating she did something she had been tempted to do since she’d seen him all those months ago. She swept her warm, wet tongue over his pectoral muscle and bit the firm muscle like a peach. She felt his shaft jump in response against her belly. She popped him on his hip and chuckled.

“You said you weren’t moving. Behave.”

Riordan smirked and made his thick shaft bounce once more before replying with a very serious, “Yes, ma’am.”

Jordan couldn’t help but laugh at the little bit of silliness he let slip through during a rather intense situation. It relaxed her and reminded her that her silly Viking was hidden there under all that intimidating muscle and aggressive emotion. There were times in his work where he needed to use those traits to survive, but never toward her when they were intimate. She smiled and knew this was right.

Dropping to her knees, she pulled him closer, slowly circling the head of his shaft with her warm tongue. Gripping his hips, she pulled him forward, swallowing and relaxing her throat in a slow, tortuous cadence that brought her face to his groin. Her fingers cupped and massaged the heavy sacs she knew would soon be slapping her wet folds in a carnal, staccato rhythm. She was ready.

Riordan jerked and groaned deep in his throat at her teasing pace. When she began to move faster, using her hands, tongue, and lips in a firestorm of pleasure, Jordan began to hum in contentment. She was a giver. This pleased her immensely. Releasing Riordan’s cock with a resounding pop, she looked up at him from under her lashes. He was panting like a marathon runner and watching her like a predator. Her usual fear was that she would confuse .sexual aggression with physical aggression, yet, surprisingly, those tendrils of fear never came. They never came.

Standing quickly, she circled behind him and released the sash. Leaning into his back, encircling his waist, she laid her cheek to his back and whispered, “I want to try with you, Viking. Like a normal woman, happy and…in love.”

Riordan’s abrupt turn made her step back, her calves hitting the bed behind her.

“Thank God,” he responded. “If I don’t taste you soon I will explode.”

As she brought her mouth to his in a luscious, soul-searing kiss, Jordan’s body ignited in a way it hadn’t ever before. She reveled in the tactile euphoria; his hands in her hair, her sensitive nipples scraping the hard planes of his chest, the feeling of wanting to be so far inside him that she wanted to be covered by him physically, emotionally. She felt a relief so profound tears began to fall as she wrapped her legs around him and he fell onto the bed with her in a mass of arms and legs.

She watched Riordan take hold of her ankles and slide to the base of the bed. He spread her wide, running warm, wet kisses down her calf before nibbling on her luscious thigh and taking a long swipe of her dripping pussy. She jackknifed off the bed when he dove into her core face first, his tongue circling her sensitive entrance and his nose grinding against her clit. He swept his tongue up and suckled the growing bud, growling around the bundle of nerves and sending streaks of lightning up her spine.

He inserted one, then two fingers into her core, stretching the tight ring of her entrance before massaging the deeper muscles more firmly, pressing harder as his tongue tasted each side of her clit. When he finally sucked the precious bead into his mouth and feasted, pumping his thick fingers inside her with vigor, Jordan found her second orgasm of the day. Her thighs locked around his ears and her hips pushed her wetness tight against his face. The only portion of her body supported by the bed was her head and shoulders as he held her hips aloft, drinking in every drop she was gifting him.

When the tremors finally died and he lowered her slowly onto the bed, Jordan felt Riordan’s warm breath traveling back up her rounded stomach to pay some long-needed attention to her hard, sensitive nipples.

Holding himself above her, Riordan grasped the root of his hard shaft and massaged the weeping head through her folds. She shivered in pleasure.

“Ready, love?” he asked.

“God. Yes!” she breathed out harshly.

 

***

 

Jordan’s now pliant muscles allowed Riordan to hook one leg over his shoulder and hold the other ankle to the side as he slid home. Balls-deep and still searching, he was stunned by her tightness, almost to the point of virginity with no barrier to breach. This was the most pleasurable torture he could ever imagine. Every grasping muscle hugged him and pulled him deeper into her being. When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he began to slide gently in and out of her sweetness. He leaned above her, bringing her thigh with him so her knee was by her shoulder. He used his free hand to cup her cheek, and with clenched teeth he groaned.

“Open your eyes, sweet viper. Look at me.”

Jordan’s head had been thrashing on the pillow, her plump bottom lip clenched in her teeth as she concentrated on the pleasure he was giving her. When she finally stilled her head, and all Riordan could hear was her heavy panting and the sweet, wet sucking of him filling her up, he spoke.

“I will never hurt you. I will only give you pleasure. I’m making a promise to you, Jordan. Do you understand me? Do you see me?” he ended forcefully.

“I see you,” she whispered, running her fingertips over his face. “Kiss me, Viking.”

Riordan rained hungry kisses down on her and reached between them to massage her clit furiously. When she began to whine and keen, when tears began to fall from her eyes at the beautiful tension, he plunged into her hard, over and over, bringing her to bliss. She was shuddering and still whimpering, weak, and replete when he finally let go and bathed her sweet walls in the warmth of his love.

Falling to her side, he pulled her soft cotton sheets around them. They would talk about next steps in the morning, but now he just wanted her sleeping, in his arms, at peace.