“Counter looks great,” he says, giving me the sexiest smile I’ve ever fucking seen, before sliding his briefs clean off and dropping them to the floor. Then he turns around and heads for bed.
I can’t help but grin. He noticed. And it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.
I take one look at the empty pints on the coffee table, and the crumpled blanket on the couch. The mess can wait.
I saunter into the bedroom, removing my clothes before I get there. I settle my phone on the nightstand by my side of the bed.
My side of the bed.The truth hits me hard. I’ve never had a “side” of the bed before.
When I get in beside him, he shifts closer to me.
I feel his fingertips on my thigh, and he looks at me through those dark eyelashes.
“Still here,” I say with a soft smile.
I love you.
I lean in to kiss him. Softly at first, but it doesn’t stay that way long. It never does.
Jordan kisses me like no one else. My cock jumps, coming to life. It’s crazy how much he turns me on. How just a kiss can make me feel likethis.
He lets out a contented moan, and I fall into his arms with ease. His hands slide over my body, eliciting trails of fire wherever they go. He digs his nails into my skin and I love it. His hand slides over my ass and his tongue caresses mine as he thrusts himself against me. We roll around in the sheets, tasting, grinding against one another in a flurry of mouths and hands we can’t keep to ourselves. But why would we want to?
Why would I ever want him to stop touching me?
I’ve spent so many years seeking out pain that I never knew pleasure could feel likethis. I never knew I could feel like this.
I write the words I can’t say across his chest with my tongue and around his cock as he grasps my hair tight. I write the letters across his skin with my fingertips everywhere I touch him.
Do you know? Do you know how much I fucking love you? How much I’ve always loved you?
I roll over top of him, straddling him as he pants. I watch his kiss-swollen lips part, his chest rise and fall.
“You are so fucking hot,” I tell him.
I’m reminded of that night so long ago, the first time I saw himnaked.Vegas.
We were drunk, but I was still fucking obsessed. Now I’m addicted.
I crawl down his body, biting and kissing every inch of him until I get to his cock. I take him into my mouth without haste, my tongue gliding up his shaft.
“Fuck, Alex,” he groans as I grip him, squeezing his cock as I swirl my tongue around his head.
He thrusts into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and I choke. I groan around him. God, he tastes so fucking good.
I glance up at him, seeing that look of ecstasy on his face and the way his fingers fist the sheets. I pop off his dick and crawl back up his body to straddle him until my cock slides against his.
“So fucking hot,” I say as I settle my arms on the side of him, finding his mouth with mine as I swallow his moans.
I thrust against him, rubbing our cocks together, which elicits a deep moan from him.
“Alex…”
“I love it when you scream my name,” I whisper against his lips.I love you.
His breaths come in fast and hard. One thrust. Two thrust.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, my voice darker than I’ve ever heard it. “You like feeling my cock against yours, baby?”
