Chapter 50 Sexiest Love Triangle

Chapter 50 Sexiest Love Triangle
Melissa’s POV
We broke off the kiss slowly, my lips burning, my body aching for more.
I couldn't say exactly how I feel but this doesn't make any sense.
“Jordan, we cannot do this,”
“Did you feel it?” He asked, pulling me closer, his hand settling on my face, gently wiping the tears off.
“Feel what?” I responded, my voice low, soft, more tender.
“Us.”
“Us?” I asked, my eyebrow raised in total confusion.
“Jordan there is no us,” I answered, carefully taking his hand off my cheeks, walking away from him quickly.
“Are you sure about that?” He questioned, slowly walking towards me, biting his lower lip seductively.
“I'm very sure, Jordan. Let's stop these games—”
“When you are looking like that?” He asked, pointing his finger at me, leaving me much more confused than I was.
I paused, slowly looking at his hand to see my nipples standing proud, each of them hard against the cloth I was wearing.
The worst part, it was so revealing due to the water that had stained my clothes from Jason's bathtub.
Well, not only did my nipple respond, but I'm also wet beneath. I could tell my panties were pretty soaked, but no! I cannot do this.
“Jordan you really need to leave,” I shut my eyes, not wanting to look him in the face because right now, this could break me.
“Are you sure?” He smiled, gently approaching me, his eyes fixed on me I never realized when his hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer to him, a gasp escaping my lips.
“Jordan, this isn't right.”
His hot breath fanned my neck, his other hand curbing my cheeks as he buried his face in my shoulder. “You sure about that?”
“I…” I paused, swallowing hard. My throat tightened, my fist clenched.
He was now so close, too close I swear I'm about to throw myself at him, but then he paused.
“You are shaking,”
“That's because I want you to leave.”
“You still love me, don't you Melissa?”
“Does it matter?” I lashed. “Huh?” I repeated, taking another step back, only to trip on my slippers, my balance failed and I almost landed on the bed when Jordan's hand caught me again.
“It does to me, Melissa.” He replied softly, his hand slowly holding my back while gently sliding it to my waist, his hand dragging closer to my thighs when I stopped him.
“You need to leave,” I said beneath my breath.
It was so slow, and sweet anyone could tell that I was lying. And that I wanted him.
I felt his bulge on my thighs, and I couldn't help but feel wetter. My hand grabbed the sheets as his hand gently fumbled with my skirt, leaving me exposed, weak, and vulnerable.
“Do you really mean that?” He said, gently diving towards my thighs, his hand slowly, seductively crawling between them and finally—
“Jordan,” I said our aloud, gasping in fear. “Someone could come in,”
“I don't care, Melissa. I want you,”
“And we cannot do it like this, Jordan. This is not making sense.”
“Yet your body…” he continued touching my lips, trailing them to my nipples, his hand gently opening my shirt, revealing my breast which was rising and falling.
“You want me, Melissa.”
“Jordan I…”
“You want me, say it.”
“Our parents…”
“You are wet, Melissa.” He muttered into my ear, and I couldn't help but get wetter.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I want to hear that you want this. And that you want me to fuck you, Melissa.” He said softly.
“Fuck, Jordan.”
“I see the way you look at me. Deep down I know you want me Melissa. Why are you stopping?” He asked plainly, letting my hand roam freely on his chest.
My heart started to thump so fast I could hear it in my ears. My cheeks flushed red hot, spreading so fast to my body that I felt the urge to release when a knock landed on my door.

I flinched, fear coursed through me, and my hand shoved Jordan away upon the second round of the knock.
“Who is it?” I ran towards the door, placing my ear to it but heard nothing.
I felt a hot liquid wet my panties, my leg in some sort of weird manner as I tried to stop the pleasure that was about to overwhelm me.
“It’s me.” I heard a voice that felt like that of Jason, and I couldn't help but gasp in fear.
“Jason?”
“Open the door.”
“I'm sorry I can't,” I responded in a whisper, but he wouldn't listen to me.
He kept knocking on the door, and my heart kept racing faster. I turned to Jordan asking him. on to start to look for a way out but everywhere was like a death route.
“What am I going to do?” I said, which almost moved me to tears.
“Let me see us. He's a loser anyway.”
“Keep your voice down,” I pleaded.
“I can hear you,” Jason spoke between gritted teeth. “How does it feel telling our parents that you are fucking our supposed stepsister, brother?”
“And do you think I give a fuck?” Jordan finally responded.
“Open the goddamn door, Melissa.” He held the doorknob, trying to force it open.
“Melissa, do not open that door.” Jordan's voice was not just loud, but also clear enough for me to know he wasn't kidding with that statement.
“I'm sorry,” I apologized, breaking down in tears again, as I opened the door without further ado.
Jason on the other hand was standing right at the doorpost, his eyes fixed on me I could tell he was really mad but I don't give two fucks anymore.
“Melisa!” His voice halted me in my tracks, causing me to clench my fist.
“Where are you going by this time?” Jason questioned.
“It's none of your business,” I snapped back, motioning towards the exit when his hand grabbed me and pulled me closer.
“Let go of me, Jason.” I lashed.
“Or what?” He replied fearlessly.
“Or you will answer to me,” Jordan interceded, walking majestically towards Jason.
With me in the middle, a love triangle was formed.