Bad Rep (28 page)

“Ahh.  Jordan,” I hissed as he blew across my wet center.  Slowly, his tongue darted out and flicked against my clit.  I bucked like crazy, already feeling the stirrings of my orgasm.  “I have wanted to taste you so badly.” His tongue came out of his mouth again and he circled my throbbing clit. I could feel the  metal of his tongue ring as he licked me.  Fuck, that was incredible. 

“Mmm. Just as sweet as I imagined,” he groaned, his tongue piercing me with abandon.

He spread my legs wider and his fingers suddenly replaced his tongue as he rubbed my sensitive flesh.  Then slowly and with careful precision, he pushed his finger inside me and began to suck on my clit as he penetrated me.  I had never experienced anything like this before.  Jordan was merciless in giving me pleasure.  My hands gripped his head as he alternated between his tongue and his fingers fucking me.  The feel of the barbell in his mouth was incredible.  People weren't lying when they said it made things much more intense.  That damn barbell hit just the right spot for me to go completely, stark raving wild.

The orgasm came on like a volcanic explosion and I felt myself shudder and release. And Jordan continued to lap at me with his tongue as I came; taking everything I had to give him.  My legs felt like jelly.  I think I literally started twitching.  Jordan kissed me once more between my legs before moving back up my body.

I realized he was still dressed and my tank top was still on.  Dear lord, I
was
a hussy!  Jordan kissed my lips softly and I could taste myself.  It was strange, but not unpleasant.  We lay there together, Jordan wrapped around me as I tried to get my breathing under control.  He brushed the hair back from my forehead and nuzzled my ear.  I was very aware of his hard on pressed against my hip.  I felt a tiny bit bad that he hadn't gotten off.  But only a little, because that was freaking amazing!

Jordan kissed my temple, his nose buried into my hair.  I felt sort of awkward.  Sure, that had been the most mind blowing oral sex I had ever received, but what did it all mean?  Jordan had said he had broken up with Olivia...but was I to assume that we were together now? 

Jordan must have sensed my tension because he pulled back and looked down at me.  The street lamp outside lit my room in a hazy sort of light, making it hard for me to see Jordan's face.  He caressed my jaw line with the tips of his fingers.  “What's wrong?” he whispered, rubbing his hand down the side of my neck.

I shivered involuntarily at his touch.  I closed my eyes so I could steel my courage to speak my mind.  “This was great...” I began.  Jordan chuckled.  I opened my eyes to see his amused expression. 

“Well, that's good,” he replied, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth and giving a playful growl.  I laughed and pushed at his shoulders.

“But what does this all mean, Jordan?  Don't think I'm not appreciative of your superior oral techniques.  I'm just not sure where we go from here.”  Christ, I sounded like one of those pathetic girls who read too much into a one night stand.  Oh god, what if he was one night standing me?

Jordan tugged on a strand of my hair, breaking me out of my panic induced thoughts.  “This means that you're my girl,” he said seriously, pulling me as close to him as possible.  I couldn't help but smile.  His girl.  I liked the sound of that.  But what about Olivia?  And my sisters?  And his brothers?  And everyone else who had so quickly labeled me the campus home wrecker?  I'd be playing the part perfectly, wouldn't I?  I wasn't so sure I could deal with all that.

Jordan kissed me, slowly at first and then his tongue mated with mine.  He held me perfectly still as his mouth ravaged mine desperately.  He broke away suddenly, leaving me panting.  “Stop over thinking it, Mays.  Don't think about Olivia, or your sisters, or anybody else.  I want you to
only
think about me.  And us.  And what my fingers are doing right now.  The rest we can figure out later...together,” he said huskily as his hand moved between my legs again. 

I sighed, my head falling back as his mouth found my skin.  Screw everything else, this was all I needed.

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up the next morning with a big smile on my face.  I'm sure the fact that Jordan's arm was wrapped around my waist and his face pressed against the back of my neck had a lot to do with it.  Also the three orgasms he had given me the night before weren't bad either.  I didn't want to move.  Not wanting to destroy this perfect moment where everything in my life finally made sense.

Wow.  I let a guy sleep in my bed.  And I liked it.  No, I
loved
it.  I didn't care that he was all up in my personal space.  In fact, it made me feel warm and secure and safe.  I knew that even in my sleep I couldn't be away from him.

My mind replayed last night and I could hardly believe any of it.  Jordan showing up at the apartment.  Telling me he had broken up with Olivia.  That he had been trying to see me for three fucking weeks!  And then his mouth and his hands and oh, god, his tongue.  We hadn't had sex, but dear god everything else had been the closest thing to heaven I could imagine.

Then he had told me I was his girl. 

I was Jordan Levitt's girl! 

I clamped down on my lips so I wouldn't squeal like a pre-pubescent girl at a boy band concert.  I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed this wasn't a dream.  Slowly I opened my eyes again.  Yep, Jordan was still there.  I could feel his even breath against my skin. 

But after a few minutes I had to move.  My left arm was going numb from lying on it.  I slowly wiggled out from underneath Jordan's arm.  “Oh no you don't,” he murmured, squeezing me tightly and hefting me up against his side again.  I squealed as he pushed my hair to the side and started kissing the side of my neck. 

“Stop it.  I really have to go to the bathroom.” I pushed against his arm but he only laughed.

“Then I guess it would be really mean to do this.” He started tickling me and I swear I was seconds away from losing all dignity and wetting myself. 

“Seriously.  Stop!”  I screeched.  Jordan was laughing hard by this point, but finally released me.  I smacked his chest.  “You are a malicious jerk!” I said not unkindly.  Jordan continued to laugh as I scrambled out of the bed and practically flew to the bathroom.

While I was in there, I quickly brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail before heading back to my room.  Riley's door was still closed, so I wasn't sure she had come home last night.  Jordan was sitting up in my bed checking his phone when I came back in.  He looked downright edible first thing in the morning.  Girls had to worry about crazy bedhead and raccoon eyes if we forgot to wash off all of our makeup the night before.  Guys could just wake up and look ready to go.  It wasn't fair.

I stood awkwardly just inside the door.  I know he had said I was his girl and all, but I was still unsure as to what to do with that.  Do I crawl back into bed with him?  Do I just go ahead and get dressed?  Do I offer to make him breakfast?  Oh god, I hope he doesn't want breakfast...I had the amazing ability to burn even water.

Jordan was frowning at something on his phone.  That wasn't a good look.  I edged around my dresser and finally sat down on the bed, folding my legs beneath me.  He looked up as the mattress sank underneath my weight.  “Hey,” he said softly with an adorable smile. 

“Hey,” I said back.  He put his phone on the bedside table and reached out to grab me by the wrist.

Jordan pulled me and I found myself sprawled across his chest.  He wrapped his arms around my back, my front pressed against him.  He placed a kiss on the top of my head.  “Everything okay?” I asked, kissing the bare skin of his chest. 

“Yeah.  Just a text from one of my brothers.  Nothing important,” he replied.  I didn't really believe him but decided not to push it.  Jordan squeezed me tight.  “I could get used to this,” he whispered as I buried into his side. 

“Oh yeah?” I asked, tilting my head back so I could look at him.  He clicked his tongue ring along his teeth and grinned down at me. 

“I love the feel of your tight little ass against my cock first thing in the morning.  Makes me think of spreading those gorgeous legs of yours and...” I smacked his arm, cutting him off as I flushed a bright red.

Jordan chuckled and nudged my chin up with fingers.  He kissed me slow and deep.  “What time is your first class?” he asked me when we finally came up for air.  I looked at the clock on my dresser. 

“I have World Religions in an hour and a half.  What about you?” I asked. 

“I have Business Finance at the same time.  Do you want to get dressed and head over to campus?  Maybe get some breakfast?”  His lips went to my ear and he sucked the lobe into his mouth, making me moan.  Then I realized what he was saying.  He wanted to go into public.  Together.

I pulled away from him.  “Um.  I'm not sure...” I began.  Jordan pulled my face back around so I would look at him. 

“Maysie.  If we're going to be together, that means we have to be seen together.  Who cares what anyone thinks,” he said with such assuredness that it was hard to deny him anything. 

“Okay.  Yeah.  Let's go get something to eat.” I said, trying to put some enthusiasm into my words, even though I really felt like jumping out the window and making a run for it.  I got out of bed and went to my dresser, pulling out a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt. 

I could feel Jordan's eyes watching me as I got dressed.  It was such an intimate feeling, having him in my space like that.  But I had to admit, I liked it.  A lot.   Jordan got up and put his clothes on and I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of that magnificent body.  He really was beautiful.  Cut and toned in all the right places without being overly muscular.  I hated super muscly guys...but Jordan was downright perfect.

I was putting a pair of hooped earrings on when I felt Jordan's hand on my lower back.  I watched him in the mirror as he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss to where my shoulder joined with my neck.  I tried not to shiver, but I failed miserably.  He grinned at my reflection.  “Ready, baby?”  I nodded, my voice having left me.

I grabbed my book bag and purse and followed him out of the apartment.  “Do you mind if we swing by my house so I can change my clothes?  I've run out of clean stuff at Garrett's and really need to pick up a few things,” he said, leading me to his truck. 

“Why aren't you staying at your house?” I asked. 

Jordan's lips thinned.  “Just needed some space,” he answered.  I guess I could understand that. 

“That's fine, we can swing by,” I told him, though it was anything but
fine
.  I didn't particularly want to head to the house he shared with his Pi Sig brothers.  But I had agreed to give this thing with him a shot.  So I suppose I had to face everyone at some point.

I had just hoped it wouldn't be so soon.

I got into the passenger side of Jordan's truck as he slid into the driver's seat.  “Not ridin' the hog?” I asked.  I loved his motorcycle and had many a fantasy of being wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Jordan chuckled.  “Not today.  But you can be my biker babe whenever you want.  I'd like to see you in some sexy black leather,” he said, cupping the side of my neck, his fingers squeezing lightly.  I couldn't stop my grin.  When he turned on the truck, the radio blasted Motorhead.  That will wake you up in the morning. 

“This music will melt your brain!” I yelled over Lenny's screaming vocals. 

Jordan held his hand around his ear.  “Huh, can't hear you, brain melting here.”  I chuckled as I watched Jordan sing Ace of Spades along with the music.  He had a really nice voice.  Rich and smoky.  It made me think of sex and his fingers and the way his eyes looked right before he put his mouth between my legs.  Oh crap, I was going to have an orgasm just listening to him sing. 

The volume of the music left little room for conversation on the way to Jordan's house.  Which was fine with me, because I was trying to calm down my raging hormones.  And stop the very real freak out about going into Pi Sig territory as his girlfriend for the first time.  Jordan reached over and squeezed my upper thigh, his fingers pressing into my skin.  He didn't move his hand; instead he kept it there for the entire ride.