Guilty Pleasure

A/N 100% pure and simple smut. You pick the man. I'm a Garret/Jordan shipper myself, but no matter who you think works with Jordan, they can fit into this.

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He felt so good beneath me. Long lean muscles stretched out as he lay there, completely relaxed, completely content. I rest my head gently against his chest and he wraps one arm lazily around me, pulling me close. I kiss him gently and he smiles at me before kissing me back, this one with more passion than my own.

I part my lips easily to the soft tongue that traces them, requesting entrance. He gently traces the outline of my teeth, something that feels wonderfully good as he starts to let his hands wander down to the waistband of my pants. I feel broad, strong hands work their way up my sides, warm and calloused, sending shivers down my spine.

The kiss finally breaks and he traces his lips down my neck, across the little bit of my collarbone exposed by my shirt. I untuck his shirt and slowly unbutton it, pushing it off of his shoulders, leaving him in just his white undershirt. He pushes me back slightly against the cushions, and I easily comply.

I feel his fingers through my bra, gently tracing the curves before one hand slides beneath the thin fabric, teasing one nipple, and I arch my back in response. He unclips the bra, and I lift my arms so that he can take it off along with my shirt. He kisses his way from the waistband of my jeans up to the valley between my breasts before he leans in and captures one with his mouth.

He rakes his teeth across it and I moan slightly, my hands clawing at his back. He grins mischievously as he repeats the motion before gently encircling it with his tongue. I pull at the hem of his undershirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it across the room as he moves to the other breast. It's sweet torture and I cant take it anymore.

I drag his head up so that his lips meet mine and I start on his belt, undoing it and almost ripping the button on his pants clean off trying to undo it. I can feel him straining against the zipper and he looks quite less uncomfortable once he's free from one constraint. I run a finger across him, laughing at what's on his boxers. “Only you.” I comment. He is the only man I know who would wear comical boxers under something that looked very professional.

He grins and moans as I grab him through the soft cotton, involuntarily thrusting against my hand. I smirk and pull my hand away and he pouts at the lack of contact. I kiss him and remove his shorts with one swift movement. I trace his length from base to tip with one fingernail and he shudders as I roll out from beneath him.

I kiss a path down his chest, down the tawny line of hair, kissing the soft next of curls at his base, but avoiding the one thing he wants me to touch most. I gently nip each inner thigh before laying the lightest of kisses to the very tip of it. He bucks his hips, aching for more and I pull back, teasing, laying gently kisses everywhere on his body but where he wants me.

Finally my teasing is annoying even myself and I work my way back down, gently taking him into my mouth and he groans at the sudden sensation. I trace the outline of the head with my tongue, something that I know drives him up the wall, and I feel his hands claw into my hair, searching for something, anything to hold onto as I take all of him in at once.

I reach out with one hand and gently trace a ring around the curls at his base, giving his balls a slight tug, eliciting a sharp groan from him and I grin. “Jordan.” He growls and I pull back, giving him just the slightest kiss on the tip.

The next thing I know he has me back against the cushions and he's pulling my pants off of me. He pushes two fingers against the moist fabric that serves as the final piece of clothing that I'm wearing before pushing the strip aside, rubbing up against me. I groan as his deft fingers gently flick and circle, before one long digit enters me.

I stifle my moan against his shoulder, and he grins at the effect he has on me. His mouth again moves to my breasts as he pulls off the last barrier, kissing his way down to it. He avoids the one spot I want him most, teasing him the same way that I teased him. Turnabout may be fair play but I wanted him.

When his teasing tongue finally reached where I wanted it to the most I bit back a scream. His mouth could do things that no other man's could. He gently circled the small nub of flesh before raking his teeth over it. The same move had gotten a wonderful reaction from me when he had used it higher up. Now using it where he was made me buck my hips up and moan.

He chuckled, the vibrations of it sending me even closer. He again slid a finger inside of me, followed by another, and started a slow rhythm with them, his tongue still circling, lapping, licking, driving me so close to the edge. I feel it building, the taught tense feeling that pulls at every muscle in my body.

He knows I'm close and he stops with a teasing grin and I whimper at the loss of contact. He kisses his way back up my body, stopping at my lips. I can taste myself on him and it's something that's an incredible turn on. He leans over on top of me and meets my eyes. I nod slightly.

We've done this countless times and every single time, no matter how rough it is, he always looks me square in the eye, asks my permission even without words. He slides inside of me, filling me. He gives me a second to adjust and when I buck my hips forward he starts moving with a slow and steady rhythm. He kisses me again, and I muffle my groan in his mouth.

He feels so good, so right inside of me. The pace is gradually increasing, becoming faster, harder as we both come closer and closer to the edge. His lips are gently kissing, sucking, nipping their way across any of my flesh he can get to, and my nails are clawing at his back, my legs wrapped tightly around him, heels locked at the small of his back.

I feel myself reaching the edge, and suddenly my head goes back as the wonderful feeling of pure pleasure washes over me. I hear my name come off of his lips as he freezes inside me, as deep as he can possibly go. He meets my eyes again as he gently kisses me, his touch feeling electric against my body.

We both fall back against the soft padding, basking in the afterglow. He wraps his arm lazily around me pulling me close. We'll stay like this, comfortable until the one thing that could interrupt us happens, and we'll both hurry to get dressed and walk out of here pretending as if nothing ever happened. It'll stay our guilty pleasure to be shared by us on lonely nights when passions raged. I lean back and kiss him gently, snuggling close, content.