Bad Rep
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“Enough Jordan!” I said sharply. Jordan was barely able to stand up right. I could see that the beer bong was taking affect. Amos got to his feet and scurried away. Jordan then spun around to me, his eyes flashing.
“Did he touch you?” he snarled and I blinked in confusion.
“What?” I asked lamely. Was he mad at me because some loser tried to cop a feel? Jordan cupped the back of my neck and jerked me forward, his mouth so close to mine I could smell the beer on his breath.
“Did that ass**le touch you?” he growled, his face dark.
I swallowed thickly. “Um, he tried...” I started but didn't finish because Jordan hefted me up, his hands cupping my ass and I had to wrap my legs around his waist so I wouldn't fall. He stalked off through the yard with me hanging off of him like a damn monkey.
“Where are we going?” I asked, not sure what was going on. Jordan seemed pissed. His vibe was fierce and intimidating. He didn't answer me, heading toward a huge out building at the back of the property.
“Answer me!” I demanded, smacking his shoulder, but his fingers only dug into my ass and he bit down on my shoulder hard enough to make me yelp. When he got around to the back of the building, he dropped me to my feet and then grabbed a hold of my hips roughly. He walked me backwards until my back was pressed against the wall of the shed.
He bent his head and captured my mouth with his, biting at my lips aggressively. My insides went instantly molten. His hand slid up my body to cup my breast through my shirt, his fingers rubbing into my fabric covered flesh.
I pulled back slightly, my lips feeling tender from his mouth. “What is this for?” Jordan's eyes glinted in the moonlight, an almost feral look on his face.
“No one touches you but me,” he said in a low voice, the words tinged in a growl. I couldn't help but laugh.
“Baby, you think I wanted that ass**le to touch me? Please, give me some credit,” I scoffed. Jordan's hips pushed into mine again and his hand deftly popped the button of my jeans. Then he unzipped them and folded the waist down. My breath hitched as his hand slid down the front, caressing the soft silk of my panties. His fingers found my wet center. I was soaked. His possessiveness was a serious turn on.
He slipped his finger under the edge of my panties and plunged inside me. I gasped and my hips arched to meet his hand. He bent his head and started sucking and nibbling at the skin of my shoulder. “I know you didn't want him to, babe. That's not the point. This is mine.” Okay, so obviously he was feeling some sort of caveman need to mark me.
He thrust a second finger inside me and I groaned, my head falling back as he attacked my throat with his mouth. My body started to clench around his fingers and I felt my orgasm shudder through me. I cried out as Jordan continued to pump his fingers in a merciless rhythm.
“That's it baby, come for me,” he whispered as the orgasm kept going and going. Fuck! I just kept coming. It was insane! When I was finally finished and my legs couldn't hold me anymore, Jordan withdrew his fingers and then suddenly my pants and underwear were pushed down to my ankles and I lifted my feet so he could get them off with his foot.
Jordan swiftly discarded his own pants and then I was up against the wall again, my legs wrapped around his middle as he shoved inside me. “Ahh!” I screamed as he thrust as deep as he could go into my hot core. My vagina pulsed around him as he pulled out and pushed back in, slamming my back into the wall.
“Fucking hell, Mays!” Jordan groaned as his hips moved frantically with mine, his knees bent so he could find the perfect angle to push into my body. The night air was punctuated with the slapping of flesh and our guttural cries as we both neared our shattering point.
My legs were trembling and I was finding it hard to hold on. Jordan hefted me up and pulled me down roughly onto his c**k and I cried out. His fingers dug into my hips as he rocked into me over and over again. Finally, he slammed me into the wall of the building, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him release inside me as he yelled at the top of his lungs. I quivered and exploded with him in unison.
Jordan slowly let me down onto my feet as he withdrew from my body and my knees buckled. Jordan held me against him so I wouldn't fall on my ass. We were both out of breath and I couldn't even speak. I rested my head against his chest as I waited for my heart to slow down. Jordan rubbed a hand up and down my back.
“Wow. Not sure why you needed to do that right now, but thank you,” I said, grinning, when I found my voice again. Jordan reached down and picked up my jeans and underwear. Holding my panties out for me I stepped into them and he pulled them tenderly up my body. Then he did the same with my jeans. He even zipped and buttoned them for me.
“Is it a crime to want to f**k my girlfriend within an inch of her life?” he asked as he pulled his boxers and pants back up around his hips. I pushed my hair back off of my face and pressed my cold hands against my flushed cheeks.
“Not at all, it was just sort of sudden,” I replied as the sex euphoria started to fade. Damn, had he seriously just screwed my brains out behind a dilapidated old shed in the middle of a party? Yes. Yes he had.
Jordan kissed my mouth. “You're so f**king hot, Mays. When another guy comes on to you, it drives me crazy. You're my girl.” I grinned. Who knew that Jordan Levitt was as insecure as I was? It was oddly reassuring.
He clasped my hand and we headed back to the party. Luckily no one seemed to notice we were missing.
Jordan led me into the house, where the party was getting a little out of control. Someone had punched a hole in the dry wall and a huge chunk lay smashed on the floor. Beer and booze were all over the place and the air reeked of pot smoke. I felt bad for Garrett having to clean the place up in the morning.