Her Dad's Best Friend

Giving In

The soft glow of the dimmed lights barely illuminated the living room, casting shadows that seemed to dance around us as Jordan and I lay tangled together on the couch. Our breathing was heavy, our bodies slick with the heat and intensity of what we'd just shared. His lips had left me breathless, his hands had ignited a fire in me I hadn't felt in a long time.

But it wasn't enough. Not for either of us.

I felt Jordan shift beneath me, his hands still holding me close, and I knew what was coming next. There was a hunger in his eyes, a desperation that matched my own, and I could feel the need radiating off him in waves. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

"Fuck, Hailey..." His voice was husky, full of desire. "I need you."

The words sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing damn well that I needed him just as much.

We stood up from the couch, Jordan's hands never leaving my body as he pulled me to him. My legs felt shaky, weak from the weight of what we were about to do, but I didn't care. I wanted him. I wanted everything.

"Come on," he whispered, his voice rough and deep. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

My breath hitched, and I followed him, the heat between us undeniable. The moment we reached the bedroom, I barely had time to take in the sight of the bed before his hands were on me again. He pushed me back onto the mattress, hovering over me, his eyes dark with lust.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, his gaze trailing over my body like he couldn't believe what was in front of him. "You're so fucking beautiful."

I felt my face flush, but there was no time to respond before his lips crashed against mine again. His kiss was rough, desperate, like he couldn't get enough of me. His hands moved down my body, his touch setting every nerve on fire.

"Jordan..." I gasped as his lips moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me moan.

He didn't waste any time. His hands slipped between my thighs, teasing me, making me gasp as he touched me in just the right way. I could feel the tension building between us, the heat rising as his fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles.

"Fuck," I moaned, my hips arching into his touch. "Don't stop..."

He let out a low growl, his breath hot against my skin as he moved his hand faster, his fingers working me closer and closer to the edge.

"I won't," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Not until I've got you screaming my name."

I was already close, already teetering on the edge, but I didn't want this to end. Not yet. I grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him down on top of me, my lips crashing against his as I tugged him closer.

"I need you, Jordan," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "Now."

He didn't need any more convincing. In one swift motion, he was inside me, and the feeling was enough to make me cry out.

"Fuck," I groaned, my nails digging into his back as he started to move, slow at first, then harder, faster. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel myself losing control, falling deeper into the ecstasy that only he could bring.

"Damn, Hailey," he growled, his voice rough and low. "You feel so fucking good."

The sound of his voice, the way he said my name—it was enough to push me over the edge. I arched my back, my body tightening around him as I moaned his name, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave.

Jordan wasn't far behind. I could feel him tense, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrust into me one last time, a low groan escaping his lips as he found his release.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies tangled together, both of us breathless and spent. His forehead rested against mine, his breathing heavy, and I could feel his heart pounding against my chest.

"Damn," he muttered after a long silence, a small smile playing on his lips. "That was..."

"Amazing?" I finished for him, my own smile matching his.

"More than that," he said, his voice soft now, full of something deeper. Something real.