Jordyn felt Steve freeze.The man looked up at her, eyes darker than the light blue she was starting to grow accustomed to. She reached up, putting a hand on his cheek.
“Do it,” she urged him, a thrill going through her at the low sound her words caused him to make in the back of his throat.
“Fuck yes,” he said, flipping her over and bending her over the couch’s armrest. One of his hands settled in the middle of her back and pushed her down, while the other yanked her hips toward him, forcing her ass up toward his straining cock. Steve pushed her legs apart and stepped closer to her, the head of his cock rubbing against her primed pussy. He slid his hand from her back and to the front of her where he cupped her between her legs as he guided his dick to her pussy's entrance. He bent low, close to her ear, and Jordyn barely had it in her to breathe when she felt Steve’s chest move against her back.
“This is mine,” he growled, the hand cupping her and rubbing against her pussy, forcefully. His words made Jordyn moan, and she arched her back, pushing herself harder against Steve. She shouldn’t like what he was saying, she knew that—knew that everyone would tell her she shouldn’t like it, but damn if she didn’t love it. She wanted him to talk to her like that. To say that she was his, even if it was just related to sex. She pushed her hips back eagerly, wanting him to push into her aching pussy.
“Yes,” Jordyn whispered, pushing herself into his hand. Steve’s fingers flexed on her hips, and then he was thrusting into her with a groan. “Yes,” she said again, her hands digging into the couch in response to being filled by Steve. “Fuck me, Steve.”
From her hips to her waist, Steve’s grip shifted and he settled into a slow and unhurried pace. Jordyn braced her hands on the couch and used the leverage to push back, meeting Steve’s thrusts, the extra movement giving just enough power to steal Jordyn’s breath. She moaned when he sped up, the sound of the slap of their skin meeting all that Jordyn could hear. She added it to the growing list of things she was discovering she loved—not that she had a prayer of remembering it until the next time she heard it. Not when Steve moved her, pulling her upright and back against his chest, his ragged breathing in her ear now her new favorite sound in the world. He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder and pulled out of her long enough to turn her to face him, and then he drug her down onto the floor on top of him with her straddling his lap.
“Wanted to see your face,” Steve grunted, sliding her back down onto his cock with a sigh of pleasure. The new angle pushed him deeper into her, and Jordyn reached forward to lean her forehead against his neck, wrapping her arms around his shoulders with a satisfied sigh.
“You make this so good,” Jordyn moaned as they started to rock against each other. It was slower now, but she liked that too, liked it when he was holding her close in arms like this.
“It’s only like this with you,” Steve mumbled, a broken moan not far behind his words, hips and hands bouncing her up and down. She didn’t know what to say, not to that, not when another orgasm was starting to pool in her belly. If she wasn’t having sex with this man, this beautiful man she was already falling for, on her floor, she knew she’d be stunned, but she just pulled him closer and tried to take him deeper. It was the only answer she could give that made sense.
“Put your feet on the floor close to me,” he gasped between thrusts, one of his hands moving back to touch her knee, guiding her legs into place. He sat up to face her and kissed her softly. “Push up with your feet.”
Jordyn did as he told her, and then moaned as the new leverage allowed for even deeper penetration. “Oh my god.” She felt like laughing from happiness when she felt her clit rubbing against his pelvis. This was even better than last night, which had been phenomenal.
“Yeah, just like…that…” Steve's eyes were closed, his face in her neck, and they began moving together faster. “Keep moving like that, sweetheart.”Reaching down, Steve locked their fingers together and pressed them against his hip. Each new thrust into her was punctuated by Jordyn with a reverently utteredSteve, and when she opened her eyes she saw that while Steve wasn’t as vocal, he was staring at her like needed her.
God she loved that look.
Chapter Twelve
When Jordyn wokethe next morning, she was alone. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stared at the empty space next to her for a moment. Waking up with Steve the previous morning had been pleasant, at least until Alex had barged in, but now that she was alone, the bed felt too big. Before she’d had the man between her sheets, her queen bed had felt comfortable. A little roomy, but comfy, and somehow in 48 hours, Steve had turned it into a cold, barren place without him in it.
How the hell had that happened?
Jordyn pushed herself up on her arm and looked around her room to see it was empty, their clothes were thrown in a pile beside the door which made her pause. They’d pulled off each other’s clothes in the living room the night before, putting them somewhere central hadn’t exactly been on her mind when they had fallen into bed together the night before. Steve must have brought them in the room, but why?
Her eyes didn’t miss that his clothes were missing from the pile and she felt her stomach go tight. The morning after had been the farthest thing from her mind.Was he really and truly gone now?
Jordyn sat up when she heard the faint sound of metal on the wood floor. The knot in her stomach loosened when she realized that it must be Steve working on the locks. She smiled, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and made a beeline for her dresser. She yanked on a loose sweater and a pair of shorts, rather than just running out into the hallway like she really wanted. He’d already seen her naked, and after last night? After that...well, clothes seemed like a formality at this point honestly, but as eager as she was to get to Steve, flashing her neighbors wasn’t how she wanted to kick off her Sunday morning. So clothes it was.
Once she was dressed, Jordyn made her way to the door but stopped when she caught the sound of voices. One hand on the doorknob, she tilted her head to the side and listened for a second more, debating if she should call out first, but then Steve laughed. He had a good laugh. Warm and rich like honey. The sound pushed her forward, opening the door and walking out into the hallway. She wanted more of that laugh, to be close to it, and to see if she could make him laugh like that. Jordyn poked her head around the corner to see what had pulled the happy sound from him, and saw that he wasn’t alone.
There was an older man standing with him, Laurence, the maintenance man for her apartment complex and Jordyn smiled, seeing his familiar face. She liked him a lot, had never had a bad experience with him, and she liked to see that Steve seemed to be getting along with him. Laurence hadn’t liked Alex, but then again, no one with any bit of sense had. Jordyn didn’t like to think too much about what that said about her. She frowned, wondering if it was temporary insanity that had made her overlook so many red flags with Alex.
But...she guessed love was like that, or that it could be like that at the very least? She didn’t know really, she’d only been in love the one time. She was still frowning when she turned her attention back to the men at her door.
“Well, I’m glad you’re taking care of it, then. I’ve been a bit behind on things lately, you know?” Laurence told Steve while he examined the gleaming new doorknob with an appreciative eye.
“Jordyn mentioned that,” Steve replied. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, looking completely at ease in her apartment. He was barefoot, and she had to admit that she had seen few things sexier than Steve in his simple white shirt and low-slung jeans while barefoot. He looked like he belonged in her apartment on a Sunday morning--like he was used to it, and that was enough to ease the frown from her face and lighten her mood. She didn’t need to be thinking about Alex, or what her relationship said about her and her judgement, not when she’d had sex on the floor she was currently standing on while the man she’d done it with was looking fine as hell in her apartment.
“Stop drooling,” she whispered, giving herself a mental shake. She needed to get the sex that was now running through her brain in check. She couldn’t throw herself at Steve in front of Laurence, right? Jordyn smoothed her hands over her hair and hoped she was able to look relatively at ease; not like the basket of crazed hormones that she suddenly felt on high alert. She stepped closer and tilted her head to the side, noticing the black-framed glasses Steve wore.
Uh-oh, this was doing jack all to get her hormones in check. The glasses were a good look on him. An incredibly good look. So much so that she was only able to drag her eyes from the new addition to his look when Laurence cleared his throat.
“Morning, Jordyn.” He nodded, and she gave him a wave.
“Hi, Laurence. How are you?” Jordyn crossed her arms and joined Steve at the door, sneaking another glance at his glasses. He smirked when he noticed that she was staring at him. He knew she liked them. She could tell by the way he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Oh, I was just doing a morning round of repairs and was next door when I came across Steve here working on your door. I’m sorry to hear why you have to change the locks, but I’m glad that schmuck is out of the picture,” Laurence said, winking at her.
Laurence’s first meeting with Alex had been when Laurence was fixing Jordyn’s leaky faucet. Alex had made it apparent that he found the handyman beneath him. It had been an embarrassing ordeal and just one more event that had Jordyn angry with herself. Why hadn’t she paid closer attention to Alex’s flaming bouquet of red flags? Maybe if she had, then she wouldn’t have put herself in a position to be hurt...but then, if she had, would she have met Steve?
