A Second Chance

Chapter 9 * Jamie * steamy**

It had been a busy week. After we agreed to go on a date, Jordan made dinner and we got my kids home. I sat down and told them a little of what had happened to me. They were upset but I assured them I was fine and Aaron would go to jail. After Jordan left and my kids went to bed, I went out to the sunroom to see that Jordan and Matt had cleaned it up before coming to the hospital. It made me smile that he was so thoughtful.

Wednesday morning I went to Aaron’s bail hearing. The judge agreed to hold him with bail and granted me an order of protection, as well as my children. NY had a no bail policy but thankfully because it was a violent crime and Aaron was caught in the act, bail was set. I knew his parents would pay it, but at least he was accountable.

I didn’t see Jordan much except in passing at the office. He had a second client and now that I wasn’t training him so much anymore, I had taken on a few of my own as well.

Thankfully my attack on Tuesday hadn’t given me any serious physical injuries. My hands had been swollen and were bruised, but nothing was broken. I was surprised how well I was handling it emotionally. I thought about it a lot but concluded it was because I knew my attacker and he had always been like this. It’s why I ended our friendship 20 years earlier. He had zero comprehension of appropriate behavior and personal boundaries. He was always touching his friends inappropriately and whispering raunchy promises in their ears. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and cut him out. He tried to suck me back in once or twice but I stayed firm. I guess when everyone finally gave up on him, he got even more out of sorts. I wasn’t sure if he actually thought he was convincing me to be with him or was trying to get back at me for people giving up on him, but either way, he was a terrible person who only thought of his own desires. I knew him, there were witnesses that caught him in the act and he would definitely be going to jail and be labeled as the s*x offender he was for the rest of his life. I found that comforting.

When Friday night rolled around, I was ready. I put on the outfit I had bought for the occasion 4 months ago once I realized Jordan wasn’t going anywhere. A dark green wrap dress with an uneven hemline and the hint of cleavage. I wore a matching lace bra and panty set and 5” heeled booties. I clipped my hair high in a ponytail, loose waves falling down over my shoulders. It was a warm April evening and I was grateful I didn’t need a jacket.

When Jordan arrived and took a look at me, I thought he might fall over. I didn’t know what it was about him. Anyone else looked me up and down and I felt self conscious and exposed. Jordan did it, and I felt hot and ….wet. I smiled at him.

“You like what you see?” I teased him.

His gaze finally reached my eyes and he nodded with a smile on his face. He stepped closer, placing his hand on my waist and dipped his head to kiss me briefly. I leaned into him for just a moment before we both pulled back.

“We’d better leave this house before we get too distracted.” I said, smirking at him.

He held the door for me while I flicked the lights off and locked up. He let me into the car before crossing to the driver’s side and getting in. He took me to a little steakhouse about a half hour away. The restaurant was romantic and the food was delicious. We had some wine and easy conversation.

We drove around a bit before heading back to my house, not wanting the date to end. Jordan was getting a handle on the geography of Long Island, which pleased me. We drove through little village mainstreets and past countless stripmalls. We sang along to the radio. It was the most comfortable date I’d ever been on. He behaved very gentlemanly; holding doors, pushing my chair in, placing his hand on my lower back when he guided me to the car. In the car he held my hand the whole time. It felt like now that he was allowed to do these simple romantic gestures, he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to execute them.

When we got to my house, he walked with me to the door but stopped just short of it. I looked back at him and he seemed unsure.

“Won’t you come inside and have a drink?” I asked him.

“I’m not sure if I should.” He replied. I waited for him to say more. “Look, Jamie, I want to, obviously I do. But I don’t want to move too fast, or do anything that will make you think history will repeat itself. Plus, you were attacked less than a week ago. Don’t you need more time?”

My smirk dropped a bit. “Having a drink doesn’t mean anything will happen. And even if something does happen, I would hope that wouldn’t mean you’re going to leave me again. As for my attack, I’m really alright. Being with you won’t trigger anything. You make me feel safe.”

“I do?” He asked. “I didn’t think I’d make you feel that way again after the last go around.”

“Jordan,” I started. “I know you’ll always take care of me. You are strong and confident but instead of the usual arrogance that typically goes with that, you instead focus on being aware of me and my needs and feelings. I feel cared for whenever you’re near me.”

He stepped closer to me. I was standing on the first step in front of my house so we were about eye level. He reached up to brush his fingers across my cheek before cupping my head and pulling me in for a deep kiss. I lazily hung my arms around his shoulders, leaning my body into his. He was rock solid and didn’t budge. I probably could have gone dead weight on him and he wouldn’t have strained to support me. It was like that even when I weighed 50 pounds more which is what I was the first time we were together.

I pulled back from the kiss and turned back toward the house. Becca had taken the kids for a backyard camp out across the street so the house was empty. I unlocked the door and flicked on the light on a low setting. I left the front door open for him to decide if he was staying or not and I made my way to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. I poured some into one wine glass and took a long sip. Jordan finally gave up his chivalry and entered the house, shutting the front door behind him. I got a second glass and filled it for him. He sat next to me, taking a sip. He was trying to remain casual, asking me questions about the house; what renovations we’ve done and when. I described how the kitchen used to be. He seemed genuinely interested, sitting at the large island, listening intently.

“The kitchen isn’t the biggest change we made.” I told him when I was done describing the total gut and reworking that had been done to it.

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Oh yeah? What’s the biggest change?” He asked.

“The master suite.” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. I refilled our drinks and sat down next to him.

“You renovated it?” He asked, taking a long sip.

“I created it. The house didn’t have one. There was only the one shared bathroom on this floor and 3 bedrooms. When we got enough equity in the house, we took out a HELOC and put the addition onto the back of the house. That gave each child their own room, moved laundry up to this level, and gave us a master suite. You were in it the other day.”

“I didn’t even notice, actually. I was distracted.” He said casually.

I hopped off my bar stool and held out my free hand. “Let’s take a look at it then, shall we?” I said. He took my hand and I led him down the hall. I pointed out where we added an additional hallway through one of the kids rooms at the back of the house. We took two steps down through the doorway and we were in the suite. To the left was a laundry room, and to the right was a long walk-in closet. Walk a bit further and on the left was the door to a large, spa-like bathroom with all stone and wood finishes. There was a huge tub inside a giant walk in shower. Continuing to the bedroom, I flicked on the lights and heard him murmur “wow” beside me. The room had high ceilings with rustic beams going across. There was an electric fireplace in the center of the back wall with tall windows and window seats on either side. It had a 5 star snowy lodge feel to it. I loved this room. Looking at Jordan’s face, he loved it too. I clicked on some music and the fireplace before walking back and standing in the center of the room in front of him.

“Do you want me?” I asked him, looking straight into his eyes. I started to untie the wrap on my dress. He stared back intensely, but not moving any closer. He was still a good 5 feet away from me. He nodded minisculely, his jaw tense.

I undid the tie, and then the interior tie and let the dress fall to the floor at my feet, never breaking eye contact.

“Even at this weight, and this age?” I pressed on. He still hadn’t moved a muscle. I saw his jaw twitch as his hungry eyes slowly moved down my body, studying every inch. I reached up and released the clip that held my hair up. It tumbled down my back and curled around my breasts. His hands balled into fists at his sides like it was taking all of his strength to stay where he was.

“I would want you at any age; at any weight, with any hair color.” He licked his lips. He almost looked predatory now, but I didn’t feel threatened. Only exhilarated. And, of course, wet. Amazing at 43 years old, he still makes me wet with just a look. I shifted my weight and squeezed my thighs together a bit. He seemed to know why I did that and it snapped him out of his trance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He choked out in a way that told me he would barely be able to restrain himself if I said no but wanted to make sure I still felt safe. He took a small step towards me. I nodded, my skin starting to heat up. He took another, longer step.

“You don’t want to wait? You can put clothes on and we can say goodnight right now.” He suggested, almost like he was daring me to do it. He took the last step to bring him right in front of me and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. The need was almost too much to take. He reached out and brushed my hair behind my shoulders then ran his hands down my arms and back up my sides, settling on my ribcage. My heart pounded at his touch on my bare skin. How many times had I imagined this? And now, here he was.

I shook my head.

“Why?” He asked, as he kissed right behind my jawbone.

“I’m tired of waiting. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” I told him with a shaky voice as he placed small soft kisses down my neck before grazing the base with his teeth and sending a jolt down my spine. He let out one of those sexy deep chuckles of his and traced the edge of my lace bra with his fingertips. I had goosebumps down my arms, which he rubbed with his hands. My n—--s pushed through the thin fabric, begging for attention.

“Are you cold, Baby Girl?” He teased, lifting his eyes from my breasts to look at me, amusedly. I stared back at him with wide eyes, silently begging him to touch me but also loving the slow tortue of him taking his time.

He dipped his head and gave me a long kiss that started out slow but built in passion. He reached down and squeezed my n—--s hard, making me jump, effectively ending our kiss.

“Shhh, you’re ok.” He whispered as he massaged my shocked breasts. Without warning, he dropped to his knees and slid my straps off my shoulders. He looked up at me for a moment as if checking to be sure I was still interested before quickly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. I had barely processed that my breasts were out when he closed his mouth around my left n—--, circling it with his soft, warm tongue. I closed my eyes and held onto his shoulders. He sucked lightly, then harder and I let out a soft moan. He repeated this torture with my other breast and I tilted my hips back and clenched my thighs once more.

“Hmmm, is that the problem? Is my Baby uncomfortable?” He asked softly, sliding his hands down my sides and resting them on my hips. “What do you need, my love?”

“You, I need you.” I answered quietly, trying to calm my desire.

“Hm. That’s not very specific. I guess I’ll have to figure it out for myself.”

He stood back up, staring me down once more while I shifted uncomfortably. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch at my desperate look. He continued to study my face as he ran his hand down my torso, into my underwear and slipped a finger inside me. I gasped and he left out a sharp breath.

“Goddammit, you’re so f—ing wet, Baby.” He hissed. He kissed me as he slipped a second finger into my already soaking c–t. He swallowed my moans as he moved in and out with increasing speed.

I clung to his shoulders for support but my whole body was trembling so intensely I was worried about how much longer I could stay upright.

“Jordan, I can’t….I can’t….” I tried to get the words out but couldn’t.

“Shhh, I know, Baby Girl. Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” He said patiently. He pulled his fingers out of me and I watched him slowly put them in his mouth, sucking my juices off. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly as though it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I almost came right then and there.

He opened his eyes and regarded me darkly.

“It’s not enough.” He murmured.

Before I could ponder what he meant, he started backing me towards the bed. I have a tufted bench along the foot of the bed and I fell into a sitting position on it. Jordan knelt down in front of me and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips and he pulled them off me before sticking them in his pocket. All I was wearing now was my shoes. Jordan, on the other hand, was still fully clothed.

He pushed my legs open and lifted each one so it rested on his shoulders. He looked up at me and winked, making me giggle before he buried his face in my p—- causing me to spasm and fall back onto the bed. He licked and sucked with such a fervor, I was losing my mind. I was squeezing my breasts and moaning like crazy when he finally took pity on me. He slipped his finger back inside and I cried out, shattering to a million pieces around him. He didn’t stop though. He continued his assault. I tried to pull my legs back but he wrapped his arms around them to hold my hips down. I grabbed at his hair but he liked that. I felt a second wave building and my body stilled for a brief moment before being wracked with an o—-m all over again.

I lay there, shaking, see spots and hard of hearing, only barely aware of him as he wiped his face on my thigh and kissed his way up my body. He chuckled when he saw my face. He gathered me in his arms, understanding I needed a moment. I lay there for a few minutes, waiting for my senses to return. I think he thought I was asleep because he seemed startled when I started undoing his buttons.

“You haven’t had enough, Baby?” He asked with his deep, sultry voice.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever have enough of you.” I replied as I unbuttoned his cuffs and slipped his shirt off. Holy hell, was he sexy. I knew his food and work out regime was important to him but I had no idea this is what he looked like. I stared for a moment, my fingertips grazing over his muscles with awe. He was watching me intently. Finally deciding I needed to move on, I sighed and began opening his fly. He lifted his hips so I could shimmy his boxers and pants down his legs. When I looked back up I saw his rock hard c—, glistening with a tiny bead of pre come on the tip. I licked my lips. I wrapped my left hand around the shaft of it and with my right hand I massaged his b—s. I moved my face closer, stuck my tongue out and flicked it at the head, lapping up the liquid sitting there. Jordan groaned and I winked at him before pushing almost the whole c— in my mouth. I slowly moved my mouth up and down, swirling my tongue around inside and sucking gently, all the while continuing to play with his balls and pump his shaft. Jordan wound his fingers through my hair and pushed my head faster. He bucked his hips along with the same rhythm as my head until abruptly, he pulled my hair, effectively stopping me.

“I don’t want to come like this.” He said huskily.

I understood what he meant. He pulled me up so we were face to face and he kissed me, passionately. He rolled us until I was underneath him and he was between my legs. He pressed his throbbing c— against the my entrance, but before pushing through he paused, looking me in the eyes.

“We can stop right now. Just say the word.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to stop. I want you. Right now.” I said as I squirmed under him, trying desperately to get him inside me.

“Simmer down, love.” He said, nipping my neck and pulling his c— away from me. “Just be patient.

I writhed against him, swearing I was losing my mind. I reached around to his lower back and tried to pull him closer. He gave me a stern look and pinned my wrists up by my head. He watched me for a few seconds more, before finally pushing himself inside me. I closed my eyes with relief, relishing the feel of him. He paused when he was all the way inside me, probably enjoying the feel of us together just like I was.

I opened my eyes and he started pumping away, slowly at first, but gradually building speed. He let go of my wrists and lowered himself onto his elbows so he could bury his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and clung for dear life, moaning in his ear.

“Where do I come?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Inside me.” I replied, looking directly into his eyes. His eyes looked questioning for a flash but he seemed to decide to trust me and he let his control go with a loud moan before collapsing onto my chest.