Page 13 of Jordan

I just need to stop looking at Enzo like my father’s best friend, and instead like a rich guy I don’t know.

You don’t know this man, Jordan. Keep telling yourself that. He’s a stranger. One you’re going to have a long and fun night with.

It may not be as difficult as it seems because this isn’t the Enzo I knew growing up.

When the zipper is all the way open, I let the dress fall down my arms and pool at my feet. I shake my hair out, letting it fall down my back, and step out of the dress and turn to face him with confidence I don’t quite feel yet.

Something about standing here, in nothing but my heels and a thin lacy black thong, with two extremely handsome and powerful men looking at me like they want to eat me, has me feeling powerful too. It’s like Enzo’s bubble has grown wider and sucked me inside. A wave of confidence washes over me, and I latch onto it, willing it to stay. I’m not ashamed of my body, not embarrassed about being naked. But no one has ever looked at me the way Enzo is looking at me right now, and it’s something I could get used to.

Zach barely paid me any mind when I wore skimpy clothing or changed in front of him to get his attention. I thought maybe he wasn’t into me. Maybe I wasn’t his type. But we had sex often, so I assumed it was because he wasn’t one of those guys.

And though I still don’t have an answer as to why he didn’t look at me this way, I can’t find it in me to care anymore. Because Enzo is looking at me this way, and there is no way I’ll ever not want someone to look at me like this again.

I step back until my legs brush the wingback chair against the wall and sit, holding my head high. Enzo’s eyes skim over my body, looking at me from head to toe. He blinks slowly, watching me as I watch him. I lean down to pull off one shoe, then the other. I place them on the side of the chair, out of the way. Getting to my feet, I make a show of shimmying out of my panties.

When I look up at Enzo, his gaze is unabashedly on my pussy. Staring. Out right ogling. Is he mad about the small strip of hair I’ve left? I got a waxing done yesterday morning and wasn’t sure what to do. I figured keeping a little would satisfy a man who likes hair and one who doesn’t. Best of both worlds.

I force the smile away, and keep my eyes on Enzo, waiting for him to move his gaze somewhere else. He doesn’t. He drags his finger along his bottom lip and steps away, all while keeping those brown eyes pinned between my legs.

I’d never thought much of how a man may enjoy looking at my vagina, but apparently, they can. Who would have thought someone would like it so much?

“Rafael,” he says carefully. “Show Jordan how we appreciate a woman.”

Rafael gets up without hesitation and moves to me. He drops to his knees, dragging his fingers up the sides of my thighs as his gaze stays between my legs. One hand goes to my lower back, while the other hooks beneath my thigh and lifts my leg over his shoulder. He tugs me forward, causing me to gasp. But that gasp quickly turns into a moan when he drags his tongue up my pussy. I jerk in his grasp, sucking in a sharp breath as I grip the arms of the chair.

He licks and sucks on my clit, causing unfamiliar yet wild sensations to roll through my entire body. The only other person to do this to me was Zach, but it never felt like this. Not even close.

What the hell was he doing?

Rafael does long, slow strokes along my clit, over and over again until I’m panting.

“You look surprised, Jordan,” Enzo says. “Why?”

“I—He—Oh, fuck!”

Rafael pulls away, and I groan in frustration. The sensations float away from me, turning into an ache. I want more.

Why the hell did he stop?

“Mind your language,” Enzo says firmly, and I whip my head in his direction, ready to tell him to fuck off. “When you are with me, you will refrain from using foul language. In fact, you’ll refrain from speaking unless you’re told otherwise. You won’t speak unless you are spoken to. When you are asked a question, you are expected to answer.” He gives me a pointed stare. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I pant out.

What the hell? Why did I answer him so quickly? And why did I even agree?

Rafael brings his mouth to me again, teasing firm strokes of his tongue along my clit.

“You will be punished when you don’t follow the rules.”

“Okay,” I answer, grinding my hips against Rafael’s face. The fact I only met this man should be a concern, but it isn’t. He eats pussy like it’s his favorite thing in the world, and being on the receiving end of it is heaven.

A sharp pinch to my clit has me jerking away and crying out. Rafael bit me!

“Do you need me to repeat the rules I gave you?” Enzo asks in this condescending tone that, for some reason, has my pussy pulsing. I recall everything he said, and I realize I spoke without him telling me to. But what he just said was a question, so I’m supposed to answer.

“No.”

“No, sir.”