Page 38 of Once Bitten
“Please,” Jordyn answered. Jamie gave her a thumbs up and added extra water to the coffee pot.
“Sleep well?” he asked her over his shoulder.
She sidled towards Steve’s door and smiled brightly. “You have no idea.”
Jamie nodded, turning back to look at her while the coffee brewed. “You’re the first one he’s brought home,” he said, watching her face.
“What?” She stopped in front of Steve’s door and looked at Jamie in surprise.
“Steve’s never brought a woman home. Ever.” Jamie leaned back against the counter. “You’re special.”
“Really?” Jordyn wrapped her arms around herself, looking over the moon at the news.
“Really,” he told her with a smile.
A beat passed, and they both started to speak again when the bedroom door opened interrupting them. “Doll?” Steve called, poking his head out. His eyes went between Jordyn and Jamie, taking in the scene—his best friend grinning like mad and his girlfriend blushing, wearing nothing but his shirt.
“Morning,” Jamie said, giving Steve a salute in greeting.
Steve rolled his eyes at his friend when he saw Jamie raise an eyebrow and look pointedly at Jordyn’s bare legs. “Eyes on her face, jerk,” he said, drawing Jordyn behind him and back into his bedroom.
“You weren’t kidding!” Jamie called to him through the closed door with a laugh.
“Sorry about him,” Steve said, kissing Jordyn’s forehead, his hands on her waist.
“Jamie doesn’t bother me.” Jordyn smiled up at him, still thrilled at what the other man had told her.
“He should. He’s downright lecherous,” Steve said, but his tone was teasing. His hands worked their way past the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I'm going to need to get longer shirts if you’re gonna be wearing them around here, sweetheart.”
“It’s your own fault. You wear size smediums,” Jordyn said with a shake of her head.
“What?” He laughed, looking down at the shirt she was wearing. “I do not. What the heck is a smedium?”
“You do. It’s a wonder the seams haven’t ripped around the biceps.And smedium is a size that's not quite a small or a medium—a smedium. When we both know you're like an extra large.” She pulled at the shirtsleeve for emphasis.
“I disagree, but to be certain, I have to get a closer look which means taking this off you,” he said, his face suddenly serious as he pulled the shirt off her with a flourish.
Jordyn groaned, hopping from one foot to the next in the cold air of the bedroom, and dove back into the still-warm bed. From under the covers, she waved a hand at him. “Right there, read it on the tag! It says size smedium!"
“Smedium, huh?” Steve dropped the shirt to the floor and crawled onto the bed with her, his hands already working on pulling the covers off of Jordyn.
“Yeah,” she laughed, trying to hold onto the covers that he was yanking from her hands. When he had the comforter pushed to the side, he threw a leg over her so that he was straddling her waist, and held her wrists over her head in one of his. “How long until I have to get you to work?” he asked, his voice low.
Jordyn stopped laughing at the look in Steve’s eyes. “An hour,” she said, already arching her hips up to meet his.
Steve closed his eyes with a groan, and pushed himself against her, before opening his eyes and biting his lip. “I’ll be quick, yea?” At Jordyn answering a breathy “yeah”, he reached over her, to the bedside table, and fished out a condom. Her eyes followed him, eagerly. A rush of heat went through her body at the thought of morning sex with Steve before work. He slipped between her legs and found out that she was already wet and ready for him.
"God, doll. You're so wet for me already. So good to me," Steve whispered to her as he slid his pajama pants just far enough down to free his hard cock and jerked on the condom. A second later, he pulled her panties to the side and rocked into her. “Gotta have you,” he groaned into her neck.
"Ohhhh, yes,” Jordyn purred, her eyes closed and her fingers tightened into fists; his hand holding hers over her head.. She gasped as the force of his thrusts began to move her up a few inches on the bed. "Oh, Steve!” She cried out when the headboard started to tap against the wall.
There was a crash in the kitchen and, looking over his shoulder, Steve swore. “Shh, doll,” he whispered against her mouth as he kissed her, raising a hand to push against the headboard, quieting its telltale tapping.
Jordyn nodded, knowing that Jamie had heard them, and she let Steve kiss her while she moaned, his mouth quieting the noises she couldn’t hold back. He let her hands go, and she relished the opportunity to touch him. Her fingers were itching to touch him all over, to feel his body moving underneath her hands, and Jordyn dug her fingers into his back as she tried to keep up with his pace, but Steve was unrelenting.
Jordyn was gasping for breath, her body already felt spent, and she wasn’t sure how much more she had to give when she felt Steve's back go rigid beneath her hands. Biting his lip, Steve tipped his head back, gasping when he came, and she moved her hands lower to grab his ass to pull him deeper into her. He was beautiful, and he was hers. The thought was dizzying to her, and she loved that it was true. Jordyn arched her body up to meet his, enjoying the shudders running through his body while he rode out his orgasm. It was intoxicating to think that she had done that to him. Jordyn loved it. She loved sex with Steve.
“Sorry,” Steve whispered, pressing his sweat-slicked forehead against her shoulder. He looked up at her reproachfully, kissing her shoulder, and moved to slide a hand between them to touch her, but she shook her head.
