“Yeah, we got him. He’s in custody now. Tell Julie it’s over.” Jordan hung up the phone after a brief and tearful conversation with Assistant Director Mitchell. She walked back into the bullpen and watched Rebecca typing in the last of the notes on The Cradle Killer case. The lines from stress had started to disappear, and Jordan had to admit that she was even more beautiful now than she was when they met. She decided to take a chance. That was what her life was about anyway, wasn’t it? Chances. Isn’t that what everyone’s life came down to? Everyone had hopes and dreams, and they took chances to get them. Sometimes you failed, but more times than not, when the chances paid off, and you held your dreams in your hand, then you knew what happiness felt like. At this particular moment, Jordan wanted to jump at the chance, even a small one, that she could find happiness.
“Will you have dinner with me?” Jordan’s voice caught, and she coughed to cover it. She had never had trouble asking a woman out, but Rebecca made her nervous, or the possibility of being rejected by Rebecca made her nervous.
Rebecca glanced up from her computer. “We can celebrate another time. I’m exhausted. I just want to take a hot bath and go to bed for the next two days.”
“I’m good with both.” Jordan waggled her eyebrows.
“Uh-uh, I’m not interested, Agent Gray.” Rebecca’s tone was firm, but the look of longing in her eyes gave her true feelings away.
“Agent?” Jordan stepped closer and ran a finger along her jaw. “You know I prefer Jordan.”
Rebecca’s eyes widened slightly, and Jordan saw the vein in her neck pulsing delicately. “Please don’t. I prefer to keep our relationship professional.” She pushed Jordan’s hand away and stood up, hitting the enter key. “As a matter of fact, we are done here. The CDD appreciates all your help, Agent Gray, but we won’t need the FBI anymore. We’re all done here.”
Jordan heard the words, but her eyes saw something behind them, and she acted without thinking. Closing the gap between them, she cupped Rebecca’s neck and pulled her mouth towards hers with deadly accuracy. She heard the faintest whisper of protest before Rebecca’s lips softened against hers, and her tongue slipped inside the inviting warmth that she had craved for so long.
Rebecca’s heart hammered against her chest. Whatever dreams she had dreamed about Jordan paled in comparison to the real thing. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like innocence and promise. Rebecca poured herself into their kiss and when Jordan pulled away, after what seemed like an eternity, her breath came in ragged gasps.
Jordan caressed Rebecca’s swollen lips with her thumb and stared into her soul, losing herself in the emerald-green depths. Her ragged breaths matched Rebecca's, and she struggled to pull herself away. Her sanity finally broke through, and she smiled sadly. “Now, we are done.”
Rebecca watched her walk away, sucking in deep breaths and praying that her heart wouldn’t pound out of her chest. Her fingers touched her lips. No one had kissed her like that in…well in ever, and she struggled to put the emotions she was feeling into a safe place where she could come back and sort through them. What she was surprised to discover was she didn’t want to think right now. What she wanted was to feel and forget what it was like to think.
Ignoring the warning signals her brain was sending, she ran out of the station, looking for Jordan. She caught up to her as she was getting into her car. From somewhere deep inside, her hunger took over, and she grabbed Jordan’s arm and pinned her against the car.
Had she given herself a moment to think, Rebecca would have realized the insanity of her actions, but a need to touch Jordan pulsed through her body. She reached up and pulled Jordan’s mouth to hers and ravaged her with her tongue.
Jordan groaned into her mouth, her arms finding their way around Rebecca’s soft and supple body. Their bodies melded together perfectly and within seconds, the need to touch had grown to an insatiable hunger that neither one could control.
Rebecca’s hands clawed at Jordan’s back as their tongues tangled together in a wild frenzy. Seconds turned into minutes, and Rebecca clawed at the last shreds of sanity and broke their kiss. She leaned against Jordan’s body and met her eyes, her desire mirrored in the dark pools. “I was wrong. We aren’t done. We’ve only just begun.”
They barely made it to Jordan’s house before Rebecca starting ripping her clothes off. The need to feel their bodies pressed tightly together overrode all other rational thought. She almost ripped the buttons off Jordan’s shirt in her haste, and a hungry growl erupted from deep inside as she unsnapped the button holding her jeans together. She slid the zipper down, and the brief flash of Jordan’s black briefs caused a sudden intake of breath.
The soft skin below her navel begged to be touched and Rebecca left a warm, wet stripe just above Jordan’s briefs with her tongue. The responding groan and twitching in Jordan’s muscles made her even hungrier. Ignoring Jordan’s hands, Rebecca pulled her jeans open and inhaled deeply. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal hit her nostrils and a welcome wave of pleasure rolled through her stomach. “Mmm, you smell perfect.”
Jordan’s knees buckled with pleasure, and she edged towards the bed, trying to keep her balance. She pulled Rebecca up so quickly her weight caught Jordan off balance, and they tumbled backwards onto the bed. Jordan felt Rebecca’s weight settle on top of her, and she gathered her against her body, feeling the welcome warmth tucked in all the right places. “Kiss me.”
Rebecca heard the gentle plea and the urgency of earlier lessened until it was just a small fire burning within her core. She lowered her lips and captured Jordan’s mouth against hers, and the fire that had simmered only seconds before, threatened to burn out of control once again. Their tongues met, and Rebecca’s need for contact took control again. She wrenched her lips away and pulled her own top off. She started to undo her bra, but her hands were pushed away, and Jordan’s hands skillfully unhooked the clasps. Her fingers slipped under the strap and slowly worked the material off her shoulders, her knuckles grazing the sensitive skin beneath them.
Rebecca’s breasts broke free from her bra, and Jordan sucked in a breath. Her eyes caressed the creamy-white mounds. The skin was sprinkled with pale freckles, and her areolas were light brown and perfectly round. Her nipples were taut from her arousal. Jordan lifted her head and pulled the round bud into her mouth and rolled it gently against her tongue, lighting fires of arousal throughout their bodies.
Rebecca’s moans of pleasure filled the room and when Jordan nipped the taut bud between her teeth, she nearly jumped off the bed. “God, you make me feel so good.”
Jordan pulled her mouth away and smiled devilishly. “Just wait. I plan on showing you just how good it feels to have a woman worship your body.”
Rebecca’s eyes darkened in response to Jordan’s promise, and she leaned over her until their naked breasts brushed together. The feeling was as close to perfection as Rebecca could remember. She felt desire rush through her body and pool at her aroused center.
Jordan captured Rebecca’s bottom lip in hers and nipped it gently. She teased Rebecca’s mouth open, slid her tongue inside and began a slow exploration with her tongue, teasing and tasting all that Rebecca had to offer. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs. She knew she needed to taste Rebecca now or die from wanting. She ran her hands down the length of Rebecca’s back and slid them into her pants, cupping her bottom in her hands. She pulled Rebecca’s body into her pelvis roughly and the pressure on her sensitive clit only served to heighten her need.
Rebecca could sense the change in Jordan’s pace and when she felt Jordan adjust her weight and flipped Rebecca onto the bed and tucked her body beneath her weight, Rebecca responded by arching her hips into Jordan’s pelvis with a wicked smile. “Show me. Show me how much you want me.”
Jordan studied her face and saw desire mirrored in her eyes. She kissed her soundly, her right hand slipping inside Rebecca’s panties and cupping her mound. She stroked her clit with a practiced finger, feeling it harden underneath her touch. She could feel Rebecca’s body begin to dance beneath her fingers and knew she was close. “Can I?”
Rebecca nodded, and Jordan pulled her hand away and unbuttoned her pants. She leaned up on her knees and eased her pants over her hips and down her long legs. She tossed them into a pile on the chair and slid her body up Rebecca’s and settled between her thighs, her eyes drinking in the pale red curls between her legs. She inhaled deeply, and a rush of wetness flooded her briefs anew.
She kissed her inner thigh and licked the sensitive skin at the apex of her legs, relishing the feeling of letting go of everything and being in the moment. She slid her tongue through the slick wet folds, and all rational thought escaped her. Her focus narrowed until the only thing she knew was the sweet taste of Rebecca, and the moans that her mouth was eliciting.
Jordan stroked deep within and devoured Rebecca’s essence. Every nerve in her body tingled with raw pleasure. Somewhere in the haze, her mind registered Rebecca’s hips arching to meet her mouth, and she slid her hands under her bottom and pulled her body upwards towards her waiting mouth.
Rebecca felt wildfires igniting and spreading throughout her body. “Fuck. Your tongue is dangerous. Please, Jordan, I need to come so bad.” Her hips rolled in time with Jordan’s tongue, driving her deeper and deeper inside.
Jordan felt Rebecca’s body tense around her, and she knew she was close. She captured her clit in her mouth and stroked it roughly with her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure racing up her spine.
“Oh, fuck yes, just like that. Yeah, baby, you fuck me so good. You know how to eat my pussy.” Rebecca’s voice was raw, her words tinged with desire, and they burned through Jordan’s body. No one had ever talked to her like that, and the words were almost enough to make her come. She sucked Rebecca’s clit until it pulsed against her, and her legs shook.
Loud moans escaped Rebecca’s mouth and filled the tiny room. She couldn’t contain the need within her, and the pleasure built like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. She clamped her knees around Jordan’s head, her hands finding the sheets, desperately searching for something to contain the pleasure that rippled through her body. She couldn’t think, couldn’t function, could feel nothing except Jordan’s tongue on her, and when the first waves of her orgasm exploded from deep within, she arched off the bed, her body more alive than she had ever known it.
Jordan pulled wave after wave of molten pleasure from her body, taking her to immense peaks and pulling her back again, only to stroke her higher once, twice, a third time. When the last wave crested and ebbed away, Rebecca’s body fell back to the bed, exhaustion was her captor, and she was its willing slave. Every inch of her body was alive and tingled with aftershocks of pleasure.
When she finally stilled, Jordan moved her body up Rebecca’s and slid her tongue along Rebecca’s lips, letting her taste her own desire. “You taste so fucking perfect, Detective Foxx.”
Rebecca shuddered with delight. She had tasted her own juices before, but now mingled with Jordan’s tongue, she tasted sweeter than she remembered. Maybe that’s what a proper fuck did, brought out previously undiscovered treasures. She licked her lips and grinned devilishly. “You make me feel so good.”
Jordan kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. “That’s just the start. Stick around and I’ll show you the good stuff.”
“That wasn’t the good stuff?” Rebecca’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure my body can handle any more. I can’t move at all. You’ll kill me.”
“Only if pleasure kills.” Jordan smirked. “Oh, I can promise you, it will be worth finding out.”
Rebecca smiled, feeling stupidly giddy. “Something tells me you are worth the risk.” She slid her hand inside Jordan’s briefs and felt slick warmth. “What about you, baby? Got something we need to take care of?”
Jordan shook her head. “I’m okay. Taking care of you is all I need.”
Rebecca slid two fingers along her slick folds and grinned. “That’s not fair. I can’t very well leave you in this state.”
“Really.” Jordan smiled. “You can barely move. I’ll take care of it later.”
“Take care of it now.” Rebecca countered. “I want to watch you come.”
Jordan’s eyes darkened. Sure, she had taken care of things plenty of times before, but never in front of anyone. She searched Rebecca’s eyes and saw nothing but honest intensity. “I don’t know…”
“Please.” Rebecca pleaded. “You’re so wet. You don’t have to wait.”
The earnest please was all Rebecca had to say, and Jordan came undone. She slid her hands inside her briefs and felt just how wet she was. “Help me.”
Rebecca’s brow arched briefly before her hand covered Jordan’s and forced her hand lower. Jordan slid her finger inside and felt her muscles contract instantaneously. She was close. It would only take her a few deft strokes before she came.
She held her hand still, forcing Rebecca to take control. Rebecca’s hand pushed against hers, setting the pace and soon, Jordan felt her own clit harden against her palm. She slid her fingers deep inside then pulled them out and spread her juices on her clit. Rebecca’s hand moved hers in circles and soon her clit jumped against her fingers. She arched her hips and increased the pace.
The orgasm hit her before she knew it, and her breath caught in her throat as the first waves of pleasure started deep and rolled through her body. Her eyes met Rebecca’s gaze. She looked into rough seas of desire and felt herself pitch headlong into the second wave of pleasure. She felt Rebecca’s hand press against hers, and she stroked every last bit of pleasure from her sensitive body. Moments later, when the aftershocks had finally died down, she felt Rebecca pull her into her arms and cover them both. Her last thought, before sleep took her away, was that Rebecca’s sweet scent made her feel at home. As close as she could get to the perfect home she had always craved. Rather than scare her, she welcomed it, embraced it, and took it with her as she slipped into sweet oblivion.