“Come on,” says Jordan with an amused grin, taking me by the hand. I’ve been standing here gawking at the gorgeous buildings and blossoming treelined streets with my mouth open, like the potato I am.
Inside the gilded entrance hall, Jordan’s expensive shoes click on marble as he strides confidently towards an elevator, while my flip-flops make more of a dragging sound, making me feel like a peasant in a castle. But Jordan doesn’t seem to care. I join him in the elevator, and as we ride up, he circles my shoulders in his arms, kissing my hair.
“Is this where you live?” I ask shyly.
“Yep,” he growls into my hair. I can see from the reflection in the gilded walls of the elevator that his eyes are closed. The image is so touching it sends butterflies through my stomach and I return his embrace, laying my hand across his ample pecs. It suddenly strikes me we haven’t seen each other fully naked yet, and I burn to see him with his clothes off. The elevator continues going up and up, then stops and opens with a ping. Jordan steps out into the light, pulling me with him.
For the second time in a few minutes, my jaw drops to the floor in amazement. I freeze as I find myself standing in the penthouse of this incredible building. The lounge I’m poised in is made of marble, the vast expanse blanketed with expensive carpets and furniture, a full-fledged bar, a grand piano, with floor-to-ceiling windows to boot. Actually, they’re not windows, they’re more accurately glass walls. This penthouse is a glass box on top of a skyscraper, affording a view not just over all of Manhattan, but also of the surrounding boroughs. In fact, on this clear day I can see the greenery of the Hudson Valley in the distance.
“Holy cow,” I whisper in awe, making Jordan chuckle in a deep, amused voice.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, coming in from behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ve wanted to bring you here since I took your virginity. It wasn’t right, the way it happened.” This surprises me and I turn around to face him.
“I thought it was amazing,” I say earnestly, looking up into his piercing blue eyes, which sparkle with the light streaming in from the walls of the penthouse. He looks suddenly strained, and winces.
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot. It was fucking hot,” he growls. “But,” he adds, smoothing my hair behind my ear, “as soon as it was over, and I saw I’d made you bleed, I realized I should have taken your virginity somewhere nice. Somewhere where I can pamper you afterwards. It’s what you deserve,” he explains, and kisses me. The feeling of his lips on mine makes me wet again, but I want to wait. I want to see what he brought me here for.
“So what happened today then, in the limo?” I tease as I pull away from the kiss. “That wasn’t supposed to happen?”
He laughs wryly.
“I’m not a superhero, Katie,” he chuckles. “You got on your knees and starting sucking me off. What’s a man to do?” This makes me laugh.
“Well, I’m here now,” I say, my voice suddenly husky. I can feel his hardness through his pants as he holds me – he’s ready for another round, too. “What is it you want to do to me so nicely?” I ask coquettishly, unable to wait any longer. He grins and takes me by the hand, starting to lead me down the hall. If I thought the penthouse was huge just from standing in the lounge area, I was wrong. He leads me to another floor along a mezzanine, that has an actual ballroom below.
“Whoa!” I can’t help but exclaim.
“That’s for another time,” he says, amused, and pulls me along a corridor to the living quarters. I glance in through open doors as we walk down the hall and see bedrooms.
“How many bedrooms are there?” I ask him with genuine amazement.
“Twelve,” he answers matter-of-factly. I’m about to reply, when I hear a noise. I slow my step, listening. Jordan stops too, cocking his head, but then he shrugs.
“It’s probably just Rosario, my housekeeper,” he says, and starts walking again. But there’s the sound again, and I stop in my tracks. Jordan looks at me quizzically.
“I’ve heard that sound before,” I say suspiciously, thinking hard. It’s a cacophony of male grunting and moaning – the same sound I heard when I walked in on Jimmy watching gay porn! I can tell by Jordan’s face he’s noticed it, too.
“Is Jimmy here?” I ask carefully. Jordan suddenly frowns and starts striding towards the source of the moans. I’m hot on his heels.
“Jordan, wait, maybe -”, I start, but I’m interrupted because Jordan’s reached the door the moans are coming from, and flings it open. I gasp, my hands going to my mouth in shock. Jordan and I are face to face with Jimmy in the middle of having gay sex! He’s naked, on his hands and knees, while a guy I recognize as one of his lacrosse team members is shoving his cock in and out of Jimmy’s ass while he reaches around and jerks Jimmy’s hard dick with his hand. They’re moaning and grunting loudly, so caught up in the act they haven’t noticed us standing there in shock. I’m about to pull Jordan away, who’s frozen to the spot with shock, when Jimmy’s eyes open and he sees us.