Bad Rep
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“Easy for you to say. You're not the one being bullied every time you step foot on campus,” I said.
Riley sighed. “I know you don't want to hear this. But damn it, this once don't close those ears of yours and listen. Jordan Levitt is bat shit crazy in love with you,” I snorted. Love? I wasn't so sure about that. Lust, yeah. That I could see. But why in the world would he love me?
“Maysie! Why are you so down on yourself? I had no idea all of this had eaten away at you like it has. Please don't self-destruct. Don't push him away. He is not your dad! He isn't going to turn his back on you the second you do something he doesn't like. If you screw this up, you'll regret it,” she predicted. She had called me out pretty succinctly. She was right of course. I was trying to lump Jordan in with my parents. Expecting him to turn his back when I invariably disappointed him. I knew that wasn't fair. But my reaction was ingrained and hard to stop.
I was so mixed up. I had just had the day from hell. And some silly part of my kind of blamed Jordan for the mess I found myself in. I was so mad at him for pursuing me even though he had a girlfriend. I was mad at him for not breaking up with Olivia sooner. I was also mad at myself for being led around by my hormones.
Riley sighed again, this time deeper and with obvious frustration. “Just don't do anything stupid while you're all emotional,” she said, jabbing her finger into my chest. I swatted her hand away.
My body and head felt heavy. I was so freaking tired. “Whatever.” I muttered, feeling an exhaustion that was bone deep. I lay down on the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest.
I felt Riley put a blanket over me and then I was asleep.
I wasn't sure how long I had been out. The next thing I knew I felt lips on my neck and warm fingers sliding up my shirt to tease my breast. I rolled onto my back and let out a moan. The lips came down on mine and I felt a tongue press into my mouth. My eyes opened in a slit and I saw Jordan leaning over me.
I closed my eyes again as he started rub my ni**les, rolling them between his thumb and finger. “Sorry I woke you,” he whispered, kissing the skin below my ear.
“Mmm,” was all I could get out as his hand dropped to my pants as he pulled the zipper down. His hand slipped inside and he teased the edge of my panties as his mouth slanted over mine again. He nibbled at my bottom lip, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth. I tangled my tongue with his and shivered at the cool feel of his barbell.
His fingers moved my panties aside and he dipped inside my wet warmth. “Ahh, god!” I groaned into his mouth as he pushed inside my body while his thumb rubbed against my throbbing clit.
“Maysie,” he rasped as his hand started to thrust in and out of my body. I arched against his palm and brought my hand down to shove him deeper inside me.
“You're always so wet for me, baby,” he whispered as his fingers picked up the pace. My body started to tremble and I knew I was close. Jordan curved his fingers, finding the spot that would shatter me.
“Jordan!” I called out as I came all over his hand. Jordan moaned into my mouth, still rubbing my clit with excruciating slowness.
He pulled his fingers out of me and shed my pants and underwear. I lifted my arms as he took off my shirt. I was clumsy as I fumbled with the button of his jeans. Laughing, he finally took over and stood up, dropping his clothing to the floor. He lay back down on top of me; his naked flesh pressed tantalizing against mine.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he trailed kisses along my collar bone. I could feel his hard erection pressed at my opening as he started to slide along my wetness. I thrust my hips up to meet his but he wouldn't penetrate. Instead he continued to tease me by taking his c**k in his hand and rubbing it along my throbbing slit. He would push the head in and then pull out, sliding it along my drenched folds. “You're killing me,” I groaned as he pushed part way in and pulled out again.
Jordan chuckled and brought his mouth down to my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue lapping roughly. I moaned loudly and caught myself. Shit, Riley could come out here at any time! I tried to pull myself out from underneath but Jordan held me in place. “You're not going anywhere,” he said softly, pushing his tip inside me and holding himself poised to thrust.
My breath was coming in ragged pants. “But Riley...” I was able to get out.
“She was leaving when I got here,” he said, his tongue leaving a wet trail up between my br**sts until he reached my mouth again.
“Ohh,” was all I said as I arched again. Jordan pulled his c**k out and I grabbed his ass in my hands. “God damn it, Jordan! Fuck me already!” I demanded.
Jordan threw his head back and laughed. I harrumphed at his amusement. “So demanding. Can't I have a little fun first?” he teased, his fingers replacing his c**k between my legs. My thighs trembled as another orgasm started to brew in my belly.
“Please, Jordan,” I begged, not caring how breathless and desperate I sounded.
Jordan lifted my leg and put it over his shoulder, his hand kneading my breast, his fingers still f**king me as he gazed down. “You are so damn beautiful,” he whispered. Then he withdrew his fingers and suddenly his hard length was plunging deep inside my body. I groaned as he lifted my lower body off the couch so he could angle me just right. With one leg draped across his shoulder and the other wrapped around his middle he slammed roughly into me, over and over again. I gripped his arms, my head thrown back as the waves of my orgasm rippled through me.