Forbidden Secrets (Completed ✅)

Nine

Desire clouded Steph's thoughts and crushed her inhibitions completely as she pulled at his shorts frantically. Lost in the same cloud of consuming desire Jordan continued to kiss her as he  gently increased the pressure on her breast.
She managed to inch his shorts down enough to wrap her hands around him. Jordan finally broke the kiss as he  leaned  his head back releasing a low  growl.
That was it, Jordan could no longer hold back. He reached for her pajama  bottoms as he  rose away from her  pulling  both her bottoms and  lacy black thong away in one motion.
Feeling slightly exposed at her nakedness she reached down for the crumpled covers as he slid out of his shorts and boxer briefs in one motion.
"Oh no, no, no," he said as he reached down and playfully grabbed her hand. She gasped as he pulled her up out of the bed and turned her to face him.
Her self confidence in her appearance faltered and she hastily used her arms to cover herself.
"Stop that, you are beautiful" he said leaning into her and rubbing her flushed cheeks.
She wrapped her arms around his smooth body and pressed her face to his chest. She steadied her nerves with the rise and fall of his chest as he rubbed her hair and gently kissed the top of her head.
Fearful that they were losing the thread of their earlier passion she trailed her hand down his back as she  squeezed his ass. Jordan let out a sharp gasp and squeezed her shoulders.
She turned her face up to his and he pressed a short kisses over it as he leaned her back down on the bed. His hand began exploring her body gently following each touch with a kiss. She squirmed around in mounting desire and when her subtle moans became too much for him to resist he pressed himself between her open legs.
He fought back the notion of pounding himself into her as she ground herself into him completely lost in lust.
He grabbed her hips to steady her and finally pressed his throbbing body into her warm pulsing insides.
The room swam as he inched himself into her. The moans that escaped her pushed his lines of control that were already stretched way too thin.
They fell into a frantic rhythm while she pressed her face into his chest and moaned loudly on the verge of screaming.
When he felt her tense around him on the verge of orgasm he locked his eyes with her kissed her as she came violently.
When her heaving chest subsided he realized he couldn't hold back any longer and he let his own release over take him. She began kissing his neck as he relaxed and he found himself almost crushing her with exhaustion.
He rolled to the side, finally breaking away and she smiled lazily at him. He found himself almost going unconscious with the wave of sleepiness that hit him from the day.
"Sorry" he yawned hugely "I am so tired" he said laying his head lightly on her shoulder
"Well you have had a busy evening" she giggled as she rubbed his back.
"I'm so sorry," he yawned again "It's rude"
She hushed him and kept rubbing his back.
He sighed in complete content as she rubbed his sweaty back
"I'm sorry" he said again "I'm not usually this bad"
She laughed "well if this is bad then I don't know if I can take the good stuff but....I am willing to give it a go" she teased.
"Like I said earlier, you are one crazy woman" he said as he raised up on his elbow and kissed her.
"Hey mister, I don't like your use of the word crazy" she said poking him in the chest.
He laughed "ok, so can I change it to adventurous then?" he said poking her back
"That's better" she said snuggling against him and watching his heavy eyelids fall again
"You can sleep, it's really ok" she whispered lovingly stroking his damp hair
He looked at his watch "Don't really see the point, it's almost 3:00 and I have to be at the airport no later than 6:30" He rolled over in a huge stretch and pulled her into him "so I guess I will be napping as usual"
"Usual?" she cocked her eyebrow "so this is your routine after every show" she said trailing a finger down his stomach as he hummed contentedly
"What? This?" he made a gesture between them "no, despite all the many rumors about me, I actually rarely do this" he finished closing his eyes
Rarely, she thought well that didn't mean never. She cursed herself. Why the hell had she done this?
"Oh so I am one of the privilege few" she snapped pulling away "You wanna sign my boobs now?"
He smiled lazily "stop it, you are making me feel bad" he paused and gave her a serious look "whether you believe me or not I didn't set out intending to lay you tonight"
Was that good or bad? She wondered was he trying to imply that she had seduced him or that he was so overcome by his feelings he just couldn't help himself. She could feel her emotional control slipping, she wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation.
He could see the emotion in her eyes and immediately regretted his last statement. Why did he care so much?  She wondered When this happened before with other women he just went to sleep without a care, what had made this one so different? He knew he should say something but what? He didn't want to risk putting his damn size 11 in his mouth once again.
"Listen," he began as he rubbed his hand through her hair "I don't want you to think that this was just another thing for me" he let that hang between them for a moment. When he saw the emotion subside in her eyes he continued "the emotions I have felt tonight with you" he gestured around "with this whole situation are completely new to me" he put his hand back on her hair "it wasn't fair to do this to you, but...." he looked away "I was selfish and couldn't help myself"
She was in utter shock. She felt the lump rise in her throat but fought it back down. I am not going to do this, she told herself, I am not gonna go all girlie on him now. She wanted to say something but couldn't. She didn't know if she could keep the tears back so she played her head on his chest.
"I understand" she whispered to his damp skin.
His insides jerked with her simple words. What this meant, he wondered. The tiredness from the day threatened again and his mind clouded. He knew they may never have another chance to explore this but that was life he thought. That was his life, he rephrased angrily and fought the urge to pound on the bed. Well this time it was going to be different he vowed as he rubbed her back. He heard her sigh and thought it was best if they left it there, he didn't want to scare her off, she was married after all. And so was he, the wave of guilt came over him and he knew what she must be feeling right now. When her breathing became rhythmic he figured she had drifted off so he relaxed and let exhaustion take over, hoping as he drifted that he remembered his alarm on his phone.
She was glad when he got quiet, she didn't think she could handle any more of his words at the moment. The realization of what they had done was now beginning to well inside her and she really just wanted to run screaming out of the room. When she felt his body relax completely and his breathing became deep, steady rhythmic of sleep she eased out from under his arm and slid out of bed.
She looked around for her scattered clothes and put them back on. She walked over to the door and turned back for one last look. There he was sprawled out on his back so content. She walked over and pulled the sheet up over his naked body trying her best to take a mental picture, and she couldn't resist rubbing his face. He smiled beautifully in his sleep and snuggled up with the covers. Damn she wished she had her camera, but how would she explain that shot she thought and had to cover her mouth to stifle the giggle. The reminder of what she had just done slammed into her again and she had to fight the urge to collapse. She really needed to get out of here she thought as she looked around desperately. Going back over to the door she looked around again. Annoyance replaced her fear, the room was in complete disarray. According to his reputation he would probably fly out of here tomorrow without anything. She couldn't leave him like this, it was her fault he hadn't gotten any sleep in the first place.
Walking over to the bathroom door she carefully picked up the sweaty pile of clothes that he had worn on stage, she could smell his scent coming off of them. Resisting the urge to take his shirt for herself as a souvenir she stuffed them into an almost bursting laundry bag. She then walked around picking up discarded outfits. She couldn't really tell if he had worn them or not so she decided to fold them neatly and put them in his suitcase. She gathered up all of his personal items and threw them into his duffle and placed his wallet, keys and cell phone beside it on the dresser, she knew his reputation for loosing things and she didn't want him missing another show because of it. Deciding it was as good as it was going to get she went over to the door for the last time and looked back. She knew she was stalling but she couldn't help it, the adolescent girl inside her wanted to remember this moment for eternity and the adult lurking behind her had already begun the mental punishment. With a deep sigh she finally eased open the door and slid out into the frigid air.
"Oh my god" she shivered through clenched teeth. Her foot raked over something as she was coming out and she had to uncross her arms to pick it up. The white piece of paper fluttered in the now icey sea air. When she opened it a white plastic card fell out and she glanced down at the note that was surprisingly neat considering the author.
Hey Girlie,
This key should get you in.
Sorry I didn't knock but you guys sounded busy.
Call me when you get home to let me know you are safe.
We should be settled in Dallas around 2:00 your time.
It was great meeting you
Bubba
And he left his number. She smiled to herself and gripped the note as she ran through the cold to her downstairs room. The card worked like a charm and she said a small thanks as she rushed in the door and turned on the heat. When her arms and face started to thaw she tossed the key on the table and noticed what had been placed there. A pack of cigarettes and a Pepsi were sitting gift like on top of a note in the same handwriting as the one she still clutched. Smiling she went over to pick it up
Girlie
I thought I would take the liberty of satisfying your "bad habits" since I am not quite sure you got around to it tonight. Take care and you better call me
Bubba
Smiling again she hoped that his appearance of niceness was genuine and not just the act he put on for Jordan's many conquests. There it was again, the realization of what she had done. She collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, tears began running down her face. Oh my god what had she just done? She really couldn't believe herself. What the fuck was she thinking? She had just left Jordan Knight's bed. The responsible adult part of her was absolutely appalled but the adolescent self was about to die with excitement.
She brought her hand up to her line of vision and studied her sparkling rings. She had worn them the entire time. What did that say about her? The thought of her husband made her heart almost tear into. How was she going to look at him the same way again? All of her thoughts raced through her mind. The memory still fresh caused wave after wave of guilt to run through her. She tried to catalogue everything he had said to her. Did he mean all that? She didn't know him well enough to be sure and that thought caused fresh tears again. What was she going to do? She didn't know and was certain that she couldn't tell anyone about it. They wouldn't believe her in the first place and how did she know she could trust anyone with this information. She curled up in the middle of the bed with the ratty comforter and rocked herself to sleep through racing thoughts and falling tears. His cell phone chirped once then again jerking him out of his comatose sleep. He turned to gather Stephi up in his arms and was shocked to find the bed empty. His cell phone chirped angrily again from the dresser and he looked around in complete confusion. Where the hell was she? It took him a minute to notice his room. Everything was organized and ready to go. He laughed to himself. He definitely could not figure this woman out. She had apparently crawled out of his bed, cleaned up his room and left. Normally he would be glad to be relieved of the awkward conversation that would have to follow a night like they just had but now he felt empty. Did she not feel any emotion at all last night? Was he just kidding himself? The cell chirped again almost demanding his attention he hauled himself irritably out of the bed and snatched it up, silencing the alarm. He could hear the TV from next door come on and he knew that Chad was awake. He jumped into the shower and threw on an outfit from his now organized suitcase. Grabbing up everything and depositing it in his pockets he walked outside into the dismal early morning. The sun was not even up yet but he could see the haze of pink creeping across the sky. He saw Bubba walking over to him with his bag on his shoulder.
"The man himself is awake and ready to go for a change" Bubba said with a laugh as he walked up
"Yeah I guess...." He looked down sheepishly "I guess my power nap was just the ticket" he finished and couldn't suppress the laugh.
"124" Bubba said to the silence
"What?" Jordan said not catching his meaning. Not sleeping was a bitch, he thought rubbing at his eyes.
Bubba laughed and said "124" again in a please wake up tone
"Oh really?" Jordan replied jerking his head up, now he got it.
"Thanks man, I will be right back" he said as he dropped his duffle beside his bags and jogged off toward the stairs.