Cum for Me Ch. 03

Jordan and Briana worked different shifts for a while. But after a few weeks, Jordan was due to work days again, with Briana.

Briana was not sure how she would handle working together again after Jordan's surprise visit three weeks back. But it turned out that her worries had been for nothing because Jordan did not show up at work on the day of their first professional collaboration effort. When she found out that he had taken a week off work, Briana knew that he had done so because of her.

When they had worked different shifts over the last three weeks, Briana had seen Jordan only a couple of times just before he left the precinct to go home. But the few times she had seen him, he had looked at her directly, which he had never done before, and when he spoke to her, the harsh tone in his voice disappeared.

After Jordan's visit to her appartment, Briana tried to forget what had happened. She welcomed each morning that she had to get up to go to work; first of all because it was certain that Jordan wasn't working the same hours, and secondly because she could concentrate on her work and not think about him as much.

But at night, when she was home, there was no way she could forget his naked body and his hands touching her. There was also no way she could forget the twenty minutes he had spent in her appartment. When she thought of that scene in her mind and re-lived the memory of how he had revealed quite a bit about himself, she desparately wanted to pick up the phone and call him.

She did not call, however. No matter how strong the impulse and the longing was, Briana wanted a real relationship. And that was something she doubted Jordan was able to have.

Briana went out as much as she could at night. Sometimes she did not come home until 2am. She liked to be either at work or so exhausted that she could go to sleep instantly. Her friends tried to tell her that he might be capable of change and finally let somebody into his life after all. But Briana did not even want to entertain that possibility. She did not want to get hurt again.

Tonight, Briana was to meet Jacklyn and Dana at the local bar just a few blocks away from her new home. Determined to have a good time, Briana opened the the heavy wooden door to the pub and stepped inside, instantly being greeted by the warm air.

Spotting her two friends instantly, she made her way through the crowd to their table.

"Hey Bri, we've been waiting for you," said Dana, pointing at her watch. "It's almost ten already. There is nothing wrong with being on time every once in a while, you know." But her eyes were twinkling and she tried to hide a smile.

Briana looked from Dana to Jackie as she sat down. "What's up with you two? You look like your are about to burst."

Now Jackie and Dana exchanged a very meaningful look before Jackie leaned over and nodded towards the other room where people played pool. "Jordan is just around that corner with a friend. They came in half an hour ago."

"Are you sure it is him?" Briana asked, not knowing what was harder to believe: Jordan taking time to have a drink or the fact that he had a friend. All this time, she never once heard him hanging out with anybody. His private life was a total mystery at the precinct. And even though she knew she should leave before seeing him would make matters worse, she also had to see who he was with.

She got up, ignoring her friends' laughter, and walked around the corner to where she would have a good view of the other room. Her eyes found him in a second. His hair was untidy, his shirt was not tucked in, and he was halfway leaning over the table in front of him. He had to be drunk!

Across from Jordan, his back facing her, sat a man she had never seen before. The business suit he was wearing looked expensive even from the distance. Making up her mind without thinking too much about the consequences, Briana walked up to their talbe.

"There she is," Jordan said in a somewhat muffled voice before Briana could say anything. She looked at him, surprised. He had not even looked up. He could not be a s drunk as she had expected.

Ignoring Jordan's comment, Briana turned to his friend. "Hi! I'm Briana!" she said and extended her hand to shake his hand.

"I'm Daniel!" he said, smiling. "I've heard a lot about you the last couple of hours." He reached behind him to pull another chair over for her to sit on, but Briana shook her head.

"I'm here with some friends of mine. I just came to say hello and meet a friend of Matt's. So far I thought he did not have any."

Daniel laughed. "Well, Matt is more human than he lets on." He got up. "I'll leave you two alone for a few minutes," he said and headed for the restrooms.

Turning her head to look at Jordan, Briana was surprised to find him sitting upright on his chair, looking at her with that intent stare that was so characteristic of him. No trace of alcohol reflecting in his eyes. His stare was as intense as ever.

"I did not think you knew my first name," he said quietly, and Briana crossed her arms in front of her chest as if that could have put some distance between his words and her reaction to them.

She did not even realize that she had called him Matt when she talked to Daniel. They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then, she thought she had better leave, but her eyes trailed off to his full lips. She could remember every kiss, every touch of his lips on her skin.

"Why did you take a week off work?" she asked, still looking at his mouth?

"I could not stand working with you right now," he replied quite honestly.

Their eyes met again.

"You never could," she said, and she was surprised that there wasn't even a trace of sarcasm in her voice. She had made a statement; a fact that all of the sudden hurt her so much that she closed her eyes for a second to hold back the tears. Then she turned around and walked away.

It was past midnight when Briana stepped into the hallway and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She walked slowly, as if she was not sure it was a good idea to go home.

The hallway light turned off before she was even halfway up the stairs, but Briana did not mind. She did not even have to count the steps because the full moon shone its silvery light through the big skylight window above her.

Only four more steps to her apartment door when she stopped and turned and sat down on the upper step. She did not want to go inside because she knew what was going to happen if she did. In fact, Briana had tried to keep her friends from going home for an hour before they finally got up and left her sitting at the table by herself. "You have to work things out with Matt Jordan," Jackie had said. "Or you might start sleeping on the streets because you cannot stop thinking about him when you are home."

Briana shook her head as if to shoo away any memory of Matt, and then she hugged her legs, resting her left cheek on her knees. Rocking herself lightly back and forth on the step, she tried to get herself together. But it was impossible to stop thinking about Matt Jordan and her own body and soul which would not let go of the memory already stuck in her head.

He was like a ghost in her thinking, messing up her routinge, her confidence, and her behavior. Angrily, Briana picked up a small stone that had escaped the cleaning lady's broom and threw it down the stairs. Indifferently, it hit the bottom of the stairs with a deep thud, and then was silent.

"I hate you for sneaking into my life!" Briana said out loud, positive that no one could hear her at this time of night. But then she caught some kind of movement out of the corner of her eye, and she looked up through the banister to where the stairs continued upwards to the next floor.

"Don't think you are the only one whose life is a total mess right now," came Matt Jordan's voice from the upper stairs. Her sudden panic disappeared. She was not even annoyed by his presence.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, not very unfriendly.

"I did not want to go home," he said, standing up and walking around the banister to where Briana was sitting.

"Every time I walk into my apartment, I think of you." he added, sitting down beside her, his shoulder leaning against the wall.

Briana nodded. "I know what that's like."

"I am sorry I made your life a mess," he said, and they looked at each other for a short while. The moonlight wrapped them into silvery particles of energy; two souls sitting in a cold and yet embracing hallway; and Briana could not help but being touched by his honesty.

"It's not just you," she said, breaking the contact with his eyes to look down the stairs. "Although you came onto me in the middle of the night, you did not do anything I did not want you to do." She stopped for a minute, not sure of what she really wanted to say.

"I did not make very good choices the last couple of years. This man I was living with never fit my expectation of a great guy. He just was so insensitive to anything I said or did, and if I had been more honest with myself, it would have been so very obvious that our relationship would have to end. When it finally did end, I was not surprised; but it still hurt."

"And then I came in, only adding another name to your 'insensitive' list," Matt offered, looking at her from the side, thinking how beautiful her face and hair looked in the moonlight. Why had he denied himself being attracted to her all this time? He could not say.

"Yes, you came and reminded me that sex can be fun." Briana laughed, the first laugh in weeks. She looked over at Matt who had stretched out his long legs, hands resting on his thighs. "With you I had the first orgasm in two years."

He allowed himself to touch her. Slowly, he touched Briana's hair with his fingertips, marvelling at the thickness. "As far as I remember, you had more than one orgasm," he reminded her, smiling when she turned to look at him directly now, her eyes glowing in the moonlight.

Matt pulled her closer until she sat between his legs, one step below him, her back leaning against his chest. He moved her hair to one side and lightly touched her shoulders through the thin cotton of her shirt. Her hands rested on his thighs.

Matt fought the urge to make love to her right there. He owed her an explanation first. He cleared his throat quietly.

"You know I am very good at shutting people out. About eight years ago, bad things just kept hitting me all within the same year. My girlfriend of five years broke up with me, my mother died of cancer, and a friend died of an overdose on New Year's Eve. After that I just shut down."

Matt rested his chin on top of Briana's head lightly, still massaging her shoulders with his hands. Her hands moved on his thighs.

"When you came to the precinct, I was so rude to you on the very first day. I guess I am rude to everybody. It keeps me safe. But is also so damn lonely."

Briana turned around in his arms and looked at him, her face only inches from his. He held her with one arm and brushed a strand of hair out of her face with the other. Giving in to temptation, he bend forward to kiss her.

The kiss was soft, slow, and sweet, and the complete opposite Matt had ever been used to. It was like being pulled into a current, and he did not realize the intensity of it all until Briana ended the kiss.

Briana looked at him curiously. "What's the matter?"

"I did not want this kiss to stop," he admitted, realizing to his surprise that his hands enveloped her cheeks while his thumbs traced the outline of Briana's mouth. He did not have any recollection of what he had done during that kiss. He was about to lose his mind.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered, before he pulled her closer until her mouth was pressed against his lips again. His tongue could not get enough of her lips. He took delight in exploring her lower lip with the tip of his tongue and feel her shiver. He deepened the kiss only when he, too was feeling such passion that he could not keep up the teasing. And then she was all over him, pushing him back, his elbows resting on the stairs behind him as Briana sat on him, pulling up his shirt without ever breaking the contact with his mouth.

To feel her hands on his bare chest was exhilarating. His heart beat so fast that he knew she must feel it when Briana's fingers found his nipples and pinched them lightly.

His heartbeat and his moans were dead giveaways of his passion for her, and in the back of his mind alarms went off that tried to make him see reason and hide his emotions. But he pushed all thoughts aside.

Matt moaned freely now as his hands travelled down Briana's spine until they came to rest on her jeans-clad ass. He pushed her up further until his hard cock rubbed against her pussy through their clothes.

"I want you!" he managed to say between kisses. "Right here! Right now!"

Briana broke the kiss, sat up, and pulled her shirt up and over her head in one swift motion. "Right here?" she said, looking around. "In this hallway?" She gave him a wicked smile as she reached behind her to unhook her lace bra.

Matt sat up and buried his face in between her tits, cupping them with his hands, starting to kiss every inch of her chest, paying special atttention to her nipples. He was encouraged by Briana's ragged breathing the more he teased her hard nipples with his tongue and teeth.

The pressure was building. He had to lose his pants to get some relief. "I want to eat you out," he said, staring at Briana as she got up and walked towards her apartment door.

But instead of unlocking the door, she unbottoned her pants and slid them down her legs together with her panties before wiggling her feet off her shoes and pants. Then, she walked over to the banister and placed one foot onto it, spreading her legs wide in the process.

Matt did not recall getting up and walking over to her, but Briana said later that it took only a fraction of a second. He was sure that she was right. He could smell her pussy before he even touched it.

He got down onto his knees, his hands traveling up the inside of her thighs, his fingers spreading her pussy lips before he leaned in closer get a first taste. It was pure heaven. Eagerly, he lapped at her pussy, pushing his tongue inside her cunt, savoring the taste of her juices that started to run down her legs.

Her moans edged him on. What a beautiful pussy she had. He could not believe his luck. Eating her was exquisite. His cock was ready to explode as he flicked her clit again and again with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers down her spine and tremors through her thighs.

Briana came when Matt grabbed her ass and pushed his face right into her pussy, burying his tongue in her cunt and pressing his nose right against her clit. Weaving her fingers into his hair, she tilted back her head and let out a series of moans that Matt was sure could be heard on the sidewalk outside. But he was happily lapping up Briana's cum and would not have wanted to be anywhere else in the world.

Standing on one shaky leg, Briana lowered the other as Matt stood up. Briana took his face in both hands and pulled him to her. "I want to taste my cum on you!" And with that she kissed him deeply, making him aware of the fact that he could and would not wait any longer.

"Unlock the door," he urged, his voice deep and a little hoarse. She found the key and unlocked the door, but they never made it further than the hallway.

Kicking the door shut with his foot, Matt kicked off his shoes, pulled Briana close and guided her hands to his pants. "I need to get out of these," he said, watching her hands unbotton the fly and the fingers that sneaked inside to stroke his raging cock.

Matt leaned against the door as Briana pushed his pants over his hips and then leaned closer to take his cock into her mouth. He was in heaven! Having lost any sense of time or place, he watched Briana giving him a blow job beyond anything he could remember. He found himself at the verge of cumming after only a strokes of her hand, a few licks around his balls, and two confident hands on his ass, pulling him closer to her mouth.

He remembered getting pulling her off his pulsing cock just in time. He kissed her passionately as she was standing up. Placing his hands on her ass, he lifted her up. Briana wrapped her legs around Matt's hips, crossing her legs at her ankles behind him. Leaning her against the door after turning around with her, his cock pushed into her sopping wet cunt. Inch by inch, his cock entered her, and Matt stared into Briana's eyes, moaning freely at the sight of all the emotions displayed in her eyes.

Then he started to move his cock in and out of her slowly, fucking her with long strokes that drove both of them insane. But he was unable to keep a steady rhythym when Briana started to move against him, urging him on. Carrying her into the living room, he sat down on her favorite rocking chair.

Briana gave him a wicked smile that sent shivers down his back. He literally was in for the ride of his life. Holding her hips, Matt watched as Briana impaled herself on his cock again and again, letting out little gasps every time he hit bottom.

Thinking of nothing but her tightening cunt and his pulsing cock, Matt leaned forward to suck on her nipples again. There was no holding back. Briana went over the edge seconds before Matt did. Grabbing his hair with both hands, she pulled his face into her tits, holding him there as the orgasm hit. He held her tight, shaking as he shot his load up her tight cunt.

It was incredible. Panting, ragged breathing, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. A kiss, deep and intimate followed their fucking, no, love-making. They had passed the stage of 'only sex'. Or maybe, they had never been there.