Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I would then Woody and Jordan would already have a happy little family…

Rating: It's strong M, cause there's some graphic stuff this chapter. So if you're underage or easily offended, don't read.

A/N: Thanks to all those who've reviewed. Here's the second chapter, hope you'll like it.

Chapter 2 – The night out, part 2

Jordan pulled Woody behind her onto the dancefloor. There she immediately began to sway with the music, moving closely to him. Woody placed his hands on her hips, pulling her even closer and moved together with her. He didn't recognize the song, but he liked it right away. It was a slow and sensual R&B rhythm, but also groovy. A perfect excuse to dance as closely as possible.

The moment Woody placed his hands on her hips, Jordan felt a rush of heat surge through her body. Feeling his body so close made her sigh with pleasure. Somewhere in her clouded brain a voice told her that maybe she shouldn't let this get too far, but she couldn't resist him. She put a hand on his shoulder, sliding down slowly to feel his strong biceps. The other hand played with the nape of his neck. She saw him close his eyes, enjoying this feeling.

He also got more daring and moved one of his hands downwards to grab her nice firm butt. She gasped in surprise but did nothing to stop him. Encouraged, she began to grind her pelvis into his thigh. Now it was her turn to surprise him. She brought her face to his neck, gently touching it with her nose. Feeling her hot breath on his sensitive neck made him shiver with anticipation. She started to rain little kisses along his throat. He couldn't hold back a moan any longer. This whole situation and the idea of things which might follow aroused him. He felt his blood shoot into his loins making him feel almost dizzy.

Jordan smiled seductively when she felt something harden against her thigh. Good to know that "little Woody" wasn't affected by the alcohol they consumed. She wanted to torture him a bit more so she spun around, grinding her backside into his growing erection. She could hear him groan into her ear. One of his hands went to her waist, gripping her gently; the other went to her stomach, searching for naked flesh under the hem of her top. When he touched her bare skin, she nearly lost it. One of her hands reached back to grab his neck for support.

He couldn't wait anymore; he had to touch her naked skin. He began to draw lazy circles on her stomach, wandering higher. He could feel her whole body vibrate with a moan as he reached the underside of her breasts. Gasping, he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. The only thing which didn't make him rip her clothes off immediately was that they were on a public dancefloor. So he resisted the temptation and drew his hand back.

A small whimper escaped Jordan's mouth at the loss of contact. Her whole body was on fire and the sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She couldn't get enough of Woody's touch and her knees felt like putty when his lips fastened on her neck. She hummed in pleasure.

The urge to kiss her, to feel her sweet lips on his, finally became unbearable to Woody. He turned her around, glancing deeply into her honey coloured eyes which had darkened visibly from desire. The look they exchanged was full of built up passion that was threatening to unload in a storm. Both knew what was going to come and they were both anticipating it.

Woody took Jordan's face in his hands, closing the distance between them. Their lips touched gently at first, but soon a greedy hunger overtook them. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands were roaming freely over her back. Before long, she could feel his tongue at her slightly parted lips so she quickly opened her mouth to give him full access. She greeted him with her own tongue, both engaging in a gentle battle.

They only parted, when the need for air became too great. Panting, they rested their foreheads together. Her lips were tingling from the delicious contact and she was craving more, so she pressed her lips to his again. Their kisses grew hotter and hotter. Her hands were wandering over his chest, touching every bit of skin she could reach through his buttoned-up shirt.

He moaned into her mouth, while his hands travelled down to cup her ass, pulling her into his hard-on. One hand went to her smooth thigh, stroking the outer side, hitching her skirt up some inches in the progress. He stopped momentarily, realizing that they were still in public.

"Jo, we have to behave. This can't go any here," he murmured into her ear.

She used this opportunity so slip her hand down over the bulge in his pants and gave him a tender squeeze. His obvious fight for control made her smile mischievously.

"You don't seem to want to stop," she teased him.

"Damn, you're killing me," he groaned.

"Come with me," she spoke and pulled him after her. She wanted him and she didn't think she could wait until they were at his or her place.

Woody didn't know what she had in mind, but his clouded brain didn't care. The need to feel her soft, warm lips on his again made him grab her and push her into the next wall. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her hard. She hooked one hand behind his thighs, pulling his loins closer. His hands were exploring her body. They got a little carried away until somebody shouted over to them to go and get a room. They broke apart, breathing heavily. Jordan looked into his ice blue eyes which resembled her own honey coloured ones, filled with desire.

"Woody, I can't wait any longer. You make me so hot," she breathed into his ear, giving his earlobe a gentle bite.

She had such a power over him now; he would have done anything to satisfy her.

"Me too, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone so much like I want you now," he answered breathlessly.

She took his hand and quickly pulled him into the ladies restroom. Then it dawned on him what she had in mind.

"You can't be serious. We can't do that here."

"Why not, Woody?" she asked, pouting.

His doubts were quickly thrown overboard as he looked at her full, pouting lips. She pulled him into a stall and locked the door. They didn't care for the two other women in the room who gave them funny looks.

As soon as the door was closed, they were all over each other, kissing and fumbling with their clothes. He pulled her top over her head to free her breasts, his mouth only leaving hers for the briefest time. His hands were on her full breasts immediately, feeling them and teasing her soft nipples to taut peaks. Her moans, which were swallowed by his mouth, encouraged him to go further.

His lips travelled down her neck, towards her breastbone, taking a detour to her right breast. His mouth fastened over her nipple, alternating between sucking on it and giving it gentle licks with his tongue, while his hand played with its twin.

Jordan threw her head to the side in passion and her hands fastened into his hair, holding him close. All his ministrations were nourishing the fire within her, causing the wetness between her thighs to increase. She wanted to feel more of his muscular body so she began to fumble with his shirt buttons but in her drunken state her fingers didn't want to oblige. He sensed she was becoming frustrated so he helped her. When the offending material was discarded, her hands were on him in an instant. She traced his muscular chest with her fingertips, scraping it lightly with her nails.

His mouth was on hers again and he sighed into the kiss. His hands were taking a journey over her fabulous body. They travelled down over her breasts to her taut stomach, over her hips, to her thighs. He was gently stroking the inside of her thighs, hitching her skirt up. His hands travelled to her butt, gasping at the realization of what kind of underwear she was wearing. She was wearing a thong so his hands lay on her bare butt cheeks, softly kneading them.

Her hands were busy his belt buckle and opening the fly of his jeans. She brought the zipper down and pushed his jeans down to his ankles. She grabbed his erection through his boxers, stroking him lightly. He pressed forward into her hand moaning loudly. Then he hooked his thumbs into her thong, bringing it down. With some difficulties she stepped out of it.

He began to stroke the newly exposed flesh softly, always brushing her clit with his thumb. He could feel her hot wetness and the thought that he had caused this aroused him to no limit. As he eased a finger into her, his thumb never leaving his clit, she nearly lost it. Her knees buckled and she had to hold onto his broad shoulders for support, moaning in ecstasy.

She wanted him now deep inside of her so she pushed his boxers down and gave his hard cock a few strokes.

If she went on like that, Woody knew he wouldn't he able to hold back much longer. Her delicate hands felt too good on him.

"Woody, I need you now," she breathed into his hear.

He was happy to oblige her wish and drew his hand back. He hoisted her up and she brought her legs around his waist. Her back was pressed against the wall as he let her slowly sing onto his waiting erection. They both gasped at the immense feeling as he filled her completely.

His moves were slow at first, wanting this to enjoy as long as possible, but this wasn't enough for her. She needed it hard right now.

"Please fuck me," she moaned.

"But I won't last long this way," he exclaimed, fearing to embarrass himself.

"I don't care. I need that now."

If she wanted it like that, she could have it. He moved fast and hard, soon nearing the edge but desperately holding back.

Jordan was moaning and panting heavily, kissing him passionately. He brought a hand between them to where they were joined, gently pressing into her sensitive nub. Not too long and she felt the familiar tingle spread through her body. A few more thrusts and she was screaming her release, taking him over the edge with her. Her name tumbled from his lips as he emptied himself inside of her.

They stood still, breathing heavily but soon his legs started to give out. He let her down when he was sure she could stand on her own again. They were kissing again, but this time more gentle.

"Wow, that was phenomenal," he said smiling.

"Yeah, it was," she winked at him.

They got dressed again and when Woody wanted to pass her thong over to her, she declined

"I don't think I'll need it tonight anymore."

He only had one response to that.

"Come on Jo, let's head out of here."

TBC

A/N: I hope you liked this and it wasn't too graphic. Please review, suggestions will also be gladly accepted ;)