Page 59 of Once Bitten
“Nothing. That was nothing. That woman was part of my past,” Steve told her, cupping her face in his hands. “Trust me, baby.”
Jordyn stared up at him for a second before she nodded. “I want to go home, Steve. Let’s—let’s leave now.”
“Okay, so let’s go home.” He took her hand and led her out of the store. Jordyn could feel his eyes on her while they walked, glancing at her nervously every minute or so. By the time they got to his bike, she was just as tense as he was, but she kept a hold of his hand even though she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She took the helmet she normally wore, but her fingers were clumsy, and she struggled with trying to put it on.
“Sorry, I can’t—I can’t get it to work,” she murmured, eyes downcast.
“Let me help you,” he said, softly, and pulled the motorcycle helmet onto her head. She stood stock-still, letting him fasten the chin strap, her eyes averted. When he got on in front of her, he waited for her to climb on behind him before he started the bike. When they were in motion Jordyn was able to finally breathe. This was good. If they were moving, then they couldn’t talk. She turned her face and let her eyes close because even if she didn’t know what to say, know what to feel, it was nice to have her arms around Steve. To be close to him. It was comforting, and she took solace in that as he drove them back to her apartment. When they pulled up, he cut the engine and hopped off so he could get a look at her. She stared down at her hands and didn’t look up when he pulled the helmet off. If she did look at him, she might burst into tears or say what was on her mind, which was just a jumbled mess of insecurities right now that needed no airtime, not until she had sorted it out. Or, at the very least, gotten that woman’s voice out of her head.
“Come on, baby,” he said, slipping an arm around her waist and lifting her from the bike.
“I think I want to take a nap,” she said quietly, letting Steve lead her up the stairs to her door.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked, his voice vulnerable. Soft and worried in a way she hadn’t heard from him before.She shook her head.
“No, stay.” Jordyn chewed on her bottom lip and nodded to herself, looking up to meet his eyes. “Stay,” she said, opening the door.
“Whatever you want, doll. Whatever you need from me right now. ” Steve let out a relieved breath and followed her into the apartment, locking the door behind them. Jordyn slipped off her shoes and made a beeline for her bedroom.
“I’m going to lie down.”
When he walked into the bedroom, she was already laying on her side, her eyes closed. He kicked off his shoes and slid into the bed, pulling her into his arms and brushing her hair from her neck. Jordyn went stiff at his touch, but she forced herself to breathe out in a measured breath and scooted closer to him. Being close to Steve was what she needed right now, even if she was confused. They lay together for a few minutes until she opened her eyes and rolled over to look at him, her eyes moving slowly over his face before she leaned forward and kissed him. She needed to be closer than they were. She needed more.
“Doll?” Steve asked, leaning back to look at her, but she shook her head.
“Just kiss me,” she said quietly, pulling him to her. He hesitated, but then he leaned forward to return her kiss. She ran her hands up his arms and dragged her fingernails back down, and he moaned against her lips. This was what she needed. She trusted this man. She knew it in her bones and now, now she needed him to touch her. To chase away the feelings the woman at the supermarket had brought up in her.
“Baby,” he whispered, pulling her close and rolling on top of her. Kissing her harder, he slid his tongue along her bottom lip until she opened her mouth for him, and then he took a deep breath, sliding his tongue across hers. She arched up into him and started to undo his jeans with an almost frantic energy. Steve raised his hips and helped her yank them down, along with his boxers, and then he pulled her underwear off, too. She didn’t care about seeing Monica in the supermarket or her invitation to Steve to come over to her house—right now, she was focused on Steve. She knew it was the same thing going through Steve’s mind, the need to be close So when he moved to his side and sat, pulling her up into his lap, she went at once. They continued to kiss, hands and breath frantically moving over the other’s bodies until her sweater was gone as well as his shirt.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Steve said, kissing her collarbone and unhooking her bra.
“So are you,” Jordyn smiled. She felt his body relax, shoulders dropping and uncoiling as he returned her smile.
“That girl was nothing,” Steve whispered, pulling her hips hard against his, his cock rubbing the inside of her thigh. She took in a sharp breath.
“I know,” she mumbled, bucking her hips against the hand he’d slipped between her legs. “I know,” she said again, kissing his jaw. He rubbed his thumb against her clit in a slow circle and stared at her, forehead pressed against hers. Then he got to his knees, pulling her with him. He kissed her hard, grabbing a pillow with his other hand.
“Turn around,” he told her, watching her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her skin going warm at his words. She knew they both needed this and she turned. Steve came up close behind her and positioned the pillow beneath her before guiding her onto her stomach. “So fucking pretty,” Steve whispered, running a hand up the back of her leg and causing her to shiver.
“This is what I wanted to do to you that first night, baby. You remember that?” He groaned, kissing his way up her back, and she shuddered, turning her face to the side.
“Yes,” Jordyn whispered, fingers twisting in the sheets. He had wanted her like this, and she’d wanted it too. The temptation to look at him had just been too much. But now it felt right. It was raw and primal in a way that she needed to reset. She wanted him to have her like this, to feel like he was taking from what she was willing to give. She could feel the back of his fingers trailing across her skin, and the brush of his thighs against her legs made her heart pound. The anticipation made her breath come faster since she couldn’t see what he was doing.
He settled between her legs, pushing them apart, squeezing her ass. “Wanted to take you just like this, fuck you hard, until you screamed my name.”
“Steve,” she gasped. She was wet, her clit throbbing in anticipation. He leaned in close to her, the head of his dick rubbing against her thigh. “Steve,” she sighed again when he thrust into her, the first stroke was shallow, just the tip sliding through her folds and she groaned, fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Oh, Steve.”
“I said scream, not whisper,” Steve growled, putting his hand on her lower back to angle her hips up toward him, and then he was thrusting into her. Jordyn cried out and closed her eyes when she felt his hips press up against her ass. She bit her lip at the feel of his hands on her waist. “I’m going to make you scream my fucking name,” he grunted, his hips starting to move. Her hands gripped the sheets tighter. He grabbed her left knee and bent her leg, pushing it higher on the bed. Jordyn moaned at the change in position. It was deeper and even more intense than a moment before.
“My name,” Steve ordered, leaning over, pumping into her faster. He slid a hand around to the front of her hips and moved lower, between her legs, rubbing her clit to match his thrusts. He smiled when he felt her jerk back against him.
“Steve,” Jordyn whimpered as he lowered himself, chest against her back, his weight braced on his forearm, knee moving to keep her leg raised as he continued to work her clit and thrust into her.
“Scream, baby,” Steve groaned, biting her shoulder. “I want to hear you scream it. Say my name.”
“Steve!” she cried, a little louder. He gave a satisfied moan but pushed himself back up onto his knees, gripping her hips tight in his hands. “Louder, Jordyn, I wanna hear it,” he rasped, slamming into her.
