Page 19 of One More Night

“Fuck, baby.” Strong hands hoist me to the counter, my legs wrapping around his hips on instinct. “This? Us? It starts now.”

I reach for his shoulders to steady myself when Jordan lifts me clear of the counter. His powerful legs move us to the door, his arms sure as he balances my weight on one leg and kicks the break room door closed with the other.

“Ted …”

“Will know better than to open a closed door.” His mouth finds mine as he carries us to the small table, and then lays me on the flat surface. “If you it makes you feel better, we can wait.”

God, no. Not when he has me this damn hot and bothered. “I can’t wait.”

“Thank fuck,” he growls. “Because neither can I.”

I gasp as he tugs on my blouse, coming close to ripping the buttons clean off in his haste to get it open. My pulse hammers in my neck, the throb matched by that in my wet and ready pussy. I’ve never met a man that had the ability to make me drip with desire. I thought it was a myth, made up in stories, but one look at the man before me as he stands tall to peel his own shirt off, and I know there’s such a thing as visual stimulation.

I could quite easily make myself come from watching him strip alone.

“Goddamn, I can’t wait to get inside you,” he rumbles as he leans over me once more.

I take ahold of my skirt, shimmying the fabric up my legs and under my butt. His thighs slam into the inside of mine, his erection thick and hard through his suit pants as he holds himself over me on strong muscular arms. My breasts heave as I draw breath, trying and failing desperately to calm my erratic heart. My hands connect with the thick muscles in his forearms, trailing up across his biceps, and to his shoulders, my arousal making my panties wetter the further I go.

Goddamn, he feels perfect.

“Fuck, Corinne.” Jordan ducks, taking a nipple into his hot mouth.

I whimper as he sucks at the peak, nipping it gently before pulling away.

“I can smell your sweet pussy, baby. You ready for me?”

“So ready,” I moan, tilting my hips toward him as I do. “Fuck me, please. Skip the foreplay.”

“You want this?” He cocks an eyebrow as he grinds his length against my needy pussy. “You want to feel me fill and stretch you again?”

“Yes.” I reach for his belt, only to have him step away.

He grins while he unbuckles himself, sure and cocky as he drops his pants to the floor. I groan at the sight of Jordan in nothing but his boxers, his thick and powerful legs moving toward me as he palms his cock.

“I want you to taste how bad I need you, Corinne. I want the taste of my cock on your tongue when I fuck you.”

My mouth waters at the thought. I palm my breasts, one hand sliding between my legs as he moves to the side of the table, desperate to relieve the need that aches in my core. He positions himself near my head, his strong hand pumping his erection, pulling glistening drops of precum to head.

“Taste me, baby.”

I open, eager for the feel of him on my tongue, against the back of my throat. Jordan steps forward, giving his cock one last stroke as he places the head against my bottom lip, and then with a gentle turn of his wrist, coats my lips with his salty taste.

I lick them clean, groaning as I do. I want more. I need more.

“You hungry for that, Corinne?” he growls. “You like the taste of my cock?”

“More.”

I’m rewarded when he slides his thick length between my lips, holding in place to let me take control. I roll to my slide a little, enough that I can take Jordan to the back of my mouth, letting his head nudge against my throat. He makes an animalistic growl in the back of his throat when I take him to my limit, my gag reflex gripping him tight.

“Fuck, yes.”

I work my head back and forth, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue as I pump the base with my hand. The salt of his precum tickles my taste buds, the flavor changing the closer he gets to coming.

“Spread those legs, baby.” He pulls from my mouth with a pop, his grip tight on his shaft to ease the need to release. “I want to reward that sweet pussy of yours.”

The heels of my shoes clink against the legs of the table, my legs wide as my gathered skirt will allow. Jordan repositions himself between my thighs, leaning over me once more to taste my breasts, his lips skimming a path to my throat, and then to my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine, a groan breaking free as he undoubtedly tastes himself.