Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

I stand between Mia's legs as she sits on the kitchen island, my hands holding her face steady, her lips hanging right above mine.

"Fuck me, Jordan."

Only seconds have passed since she demanded that. I want her to think about what she's asking before I strip her clothes off, before I kiss her again, knowing my mouth could easily persuade her.

I want her pussy. I want more than anything to make her feel good. But, first, I have to make sure she can go through with this. We're on the verge of breaking every rule we set the night we all met at the hotel. Still, it isn't too late for me to leave, for the, "Fuck me, Jordan," to be ignored. Because, once I really touch her, shit between us will change.

Thinking about her, her flirty texts, our innocent meetups on the beach—they're nothing compared to what I want to do.

There should be some restraint on my part. At least a little hesitation. I'm married, and my wife is half a mile away, tucked inside our bed, adventurous and willing—everything I've ever needed from her. And I've never cheated on her. Girls were around after all our games, and some of the married guys hooked up. I didn't want that kind of drama. That's how Evenly and I met. I didn't need more of what I already had.

But, as I look into Mia's eyes, there isn't any pause.

I need this woman.

And I don't just want to lick the tears from her face. I want to know the reason they were dripping in the first place and how I can make them stop. I want to hold her until she stops shaking.

I want more than just her pussy.

I adjust my fingers, gripping her cheeks even harder, and say, "I want you to really think about this, Mia. I'm giving you a chance right now to tell me to get out of your house. If I leave, we can forget I was here. Or you can tell me again to fuck you. But you need to know something; if you let me inside you, I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to take exactly what I want from you."

There's so much heat in her eyes, but there's a level of seriousness, too. She isn't just listening to what her pussy wants. She's considering both sides and what's right for her.

Finally, her lips part, and she says, "I want you. Fuck me right now."

"Mmm," I growl into her mouth as I kiss her, taking the lips that just gave me the answer I've been craving.

I yank her to the edge of the counter, guiding her legs around my waist, and I lift her into my arms. "You're going to have to give me directions," I tell her. "I only know the way to your guest room."

"Where are we going?"

"The shower."

Her back stiffens, so I stop walking and kiss her. "It doesn't have to be the shower in your bedroom, Mia. I'm just dirty and sweaty from my run this morning, and I need a place where I can get clean." I graze a finger across her nipple, knowing how much she likes that. "And, since there are some spots on my body that I can't reach, you're coming in with me."

Her smile returns. "Once you get into the hallway, it'll be the second door on your left."

My mouth goes right back to ravaging hers, and once we're inside the bathroom, I set her on the counter next to the sink. I ditch my socks and sneakers, shorts, boxers, and T-shirt, leaving them on the floor, before I begin working on her. As soon as she's naked, I turn on the water, and then I lift her again and move us inside the tub.