101 EROTICA STORIES (9 page)

7 o’clock on the dot, Michael found himself knocking on her front door. He shifted nervously on his feet as he waited for her to answer. He felt like he should have brought something, flowers maybe. He felt like he was picking her up for a date but then shook his head. He couldn’t allow himself to think more of what it really was, not wanting to get his hopes up about how she really felt. Until Jordan said so herself, he was just going to keep his attraction to her a secret.

When she finally opened the door a few moments later, his jaw dropped to the floor. Wrapped in an emerald dress that hugged her every curve, the very vision she made had his mouth watering. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She giggled at the reaction she got. “Thanks,” she said, grinning widely. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I tried,” he mused with a deep sigh. “But next to you, I’m pretty sure I look like dirt.”

Jordan took in how he looked. Dressed in a blue-grey long-sleeved button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up his elbows, over dark wash jeans, he was quite attractive. “You look great. Trust me.”

“Thanks. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my purse.”

“Do you want me to drive?” he asked as they walked down the steps of their apartment building.

“If you don’t mind,” she replied. “I don’t really plan on drinking. Maybe a drink during dinner but nothing else afterward. I just don’t want to drive in heels.”

“If you wanna drink, that’s fine by me,” he said with a smile. “You deserve to be able to relax after the week you’ve had.”

And it was true. Part of the reason she had wanted to check out the new bar was to get her mind off of the busy work week that she had just been through. But the other part of her was thinking more along the lines of spending even more time with Michael.

A lot of people had pulled her aside and asked if anything was going on with them. A pretty girl with an attractive guy getting close apparently screamed “banging” to some of her friends and colleagues. Jordan had never really thought much of it, thinking that she had just found someone she had a lot in common with so it was easy for them to get along. But as they got to know each other better, and perhaps because of how many people kept asking her about it, she was starting to look at Michael in a different light.

At first she had shrugged it off, thinking that people were just getting into her head. But when she caught herself staring at him one day, thinking how soft his hair looked and wondering what it felt like to run her fingers through them, she knew it had gone beyond just being in her head. Over time, she began to notice more things she found cute and endearing about him. From how his smile always seemed to be higher on the left, making it look like he was always smirking, to the way he wove his hands through his hair when he was deep in thought, to how his favorite shirt brought out the green flecks in his blue eyes – she could no longer deny that she was actually quite smitten.

Asking him out under the guise of two friends just looking to check out a new bar and having fun together may not have been the bravest thing she had ever done but considering how new the friendship was, she thought it was safe. If anything out of the ordinary happened and it wasn’t exactly favorable to how she was beginning to feel about him, maybe she could just blame it on having too many drinks or the atmosphere they were in.

It was only a short drive from their apartment to the bar. Jordan felt the need to commend him on navigating the streets of Chicago as well as he had after only being a resident for a couple of weeks, to which he playfully responded to with a dramatic bow.

Michael put a hand on the small of her back as they walked further into the bar, feeling quite territorial when he saw several eyes turn to her when they walked in. She bit down on her lip to keep from squealing like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush, glad for the dim lighting, knowing that she had probably started blushing at his touch.

Despite the awkward yet unspoken attraction they felt toward each other, dinner went off without a hitch. Conversation flowed easily between them, both barely having to make an effort to keep it going. They talked pretty much about anything other than work, with him insisting that the night was for them to relax and have fun.

And have fun, she did. Michael had convinced her that it was alright for her to drink if she wanted to, reassuring her that he wouldn’t let her get too crazy. In truth, he noticed how she seemed to be a little more uptight than he had been used to, maybe even nervous. Though he wasn’t sure of the reasons. He thought getting a few drinks in her would let her loosen up.

After downing a few drinks, she was back to the fun-loving girl he had gotten to know, pulling him out to the dance floor despite his protests. But after a few dances, he wished he had given more of a fight, hoping that she was inebriated enough to not notice anything. He’d be the first to admit that she was an excellent dancer. She knew how to use those hips and he was having trouble controlling himself because of it.

Jordan may have had a few drinks but she was far from drunk, and she was very aware of the predicament he was in. She was actually flattered that she had gotten that kind of reaction from him, and thought it sweet that he was trying to keep himself in check.

She bit down on her lip when she heard him stifle a groan after she had ground her hips into his, feeling his hard on against her ass. Turning around to face him, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies flush against each other. His scent invaded her senses with each breath she took, an intoxicating mix of his natural musk and his spicy cologne.

“You’re asking for trouble,” he said into her ear, his hot breath fanning against her cheek.

“What if I like trouble?” she asked, smirking up at him.

“You’re drunk.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“I’ve had three drinks.”

“I counted five.”

“The last two were plain cokes.”

“You’ve still been drinking.”

“But I’m not drunk,” she insisted. “Otherwise, we won’t be having this coherent of an argument, even if I had just said a few words since before now.”

Michael laughed, her last statement giving him enough proof about her state, also feeling impressed at how she didn’t let the situation get awkward despite the electricity that hung between them.

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

“What question is that?” he asked, a confused look crossing his features.

“What if I like trouble?”

***

The two stumbled into her apartment as soon as she managed to turn the knob to open the door, their lips never parting as they were locked in a feverish kiss. Already knowing his way around, he expertly maneuvered their bodies towards her couch. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, groaning when she immediately started to rock her hips into his erection.

Wanting to feel more of her, one hand found its way to the back of her dress, fingers gripping the zipper and pulling it down. He tugged on the material and let it drop to her waist, eyes filling with more lust as discovering that she hadn’t worn a bra. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them on his palm before leaning forward and capturing one nipple into his mouth as his fingers rolled over the other.

Her own hands reached towards his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons in her hurry to get it off him. After freeing the last button from its hole, she parted the two halves of his shirt, nails raking up his chiseled abs as he kept on suckling at her breasts.

She was losing her resolve quickly, the ache between her thighs growing as the seconds ticked by. Jordan suddenly pushed at his shoulders, forcing him back. She got up, kicking off her shoes and pushed her dress completely off her body, letting it pool on the floor. Michael put his hand on the back of her knees and brought her back down onto him. His hands travelled up her thighs, massaging the tender flesh, stopping short when his fingers grazed the edge of her panties. He could tell that she was turned on and that she was desperate to feel more, but he paused to look up at her, searching for a sign that she was sure of what they were doing. Instead of saying anything, she cupped his face between her hands and planted a fiery kiss on his lips. It was all that he was looking for.

“Let’s go to your bedroom,” he said, his voice practically a growl as he was barely able to control himself.

“What’s wrong with the couch?” she asked in a playful manner.

“Nothing,” he replied with a smirk. “But there are some things that I wanna do to you that require more space than what this couch allows.”

Her eyes grew dark with carnal hunger, vivid thoughts running through her mind at his words. “Well then, by all means, follow me.”

She left the comforts of his lap and took his hand, leading him down a hallway. But before they could reach their destination, she felt a sharp tug on her hand and quickly found herself pressed against the wall, his lips catching hers once again. His hand slid down to her stomach and dipped into her panties, tongue delving into her mouth when he felt just how wet she had gotten for him. He groaned deeply when she rocked her hips into his touch, fingers disappearing into her folds. He pressed her harder against the wall, driving two fingers into her. The sudden intrusion had her gasping but quickly dissolved into moans when he started to use his thumb to rub her clit, moving his fingers in a fast-paced rhythm. He trailed kisses down to her neck, his other hand tangling in her silky hair.

She was starting to lose control of her own body, hips moving with his hand as she sought more of his delicious torture. “Fuck,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulder, leaving half moon indents in his skin.

His lips found their way up to hers once again. It was all he could do to restrain himself from taking her right then and there. She pulled him closer to her, moaning into his mouth as he drove his fingers into her even faster.

He pulled away from her slowly and just looked at her. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed as she reveled in all the sensations that he was putting her through. A third finger pushed its way into her depths, her eyes snapping open at how she was being stretched.

“Feel good?” he asked with a smirk. All she could muster in reply was a nod. “You want it faster?” Another nod. “Tell me,” he quietly demanded, rubbing her clit harder.

“Faster,” she breathed out. “Fuck, please.”

He quickened his pace, loving how tight and wet she felt around his fingers. Her nails dug into his shoulders once again as she braced herself for her orgasm. He felt her walls begin to clamp down on his hand, his mouth descending upon hers to muffle the scream that tore through her chest as she reached her climax.

He thrust his fingers a few more times before pulling out, raising them to her lips. She took his hand and eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, licking them clean of her essence, her eyes staring right into his.

He kissed her again, smiling against her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His erection pressed against her stomach, eliciting a moan as she knew that there was more to come. Slowly pulling away, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of them trying to catch their breaths.