He holds my gaze steadily.
The words that come out of my mouth have been uttered to me a hundred times over the course of my life, but I’ve never spoken them to anyone.
He’ll be the first and only person to hear them.
“On your knees.” I swallow, holding his gaze in challenge. “With my cock down your throat.”
I clear my throat and add in a “please,” for good measure. I’m not a complete asshole.
I watch his gaze darken, and he shifts his position. For a moment, I think I reconsider. Shit, what if he’s not comfortable with that? What if—
“Unless, of course, you don’t want to, then you can just do whatever you want to me—”
Hegrabsme by the ankle, and within seconds, has my sweatpants off.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. His amber gaze holds mine as he leans forward. I watch the way his shoulders tense, the muscles moving as he bends over me. “You’re the boss,” I say, feeling sweat form on my skin.
I have been in a lot of situations, good and bad, but I’ve never felt so nervous before in all my life the way I do now.
“No, Alex,” he whispers. “You’re the boss.”
He kisses me again, sliding that torturous tongue into my mouth. He moves to my jaw, biting and sucking as his hands rest alongside my neck, fingers sliding in the dip of my collarbone, over my throat, and down my chest.
My eyes fall shut as my head falls back and I curse.
“O-okay,” I say as I settle my hands on his neck.
“Tell me again,” he says solidly. “Tell me what you want.”
The words are clearer now. Easier, being as I’ve already said them.
“I want you to shut up and suck my cock.” My heart beats like a drum as he chuckles against my skin.
He nudges my legs apart and settles between them, and the sight of him like this is not something I’ll ever forget.
My comforter bunched up beneath him. Those sharp, sexy shoulder muscles cording together as he leans over. His kiss-swollen lips, honey gaze looking up at me with my gleaming cock in front of him.
I’ve jerked off to this very thought too many times to count, but in those thoughts, I didn’t really know how he’d look doing it. Now I know.
He’s so much hotter than any dream or fantasy. He’s perfect.
“If it’s too much, just tell me,” I say quickly. “I won’t be mad, I—”
He smirks, licking his lips before biting out, “Shut the fuck up, Alex.”
Before I can respond, he takes my cock in his hand and darts his tongue out to lick the underside.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, unable to pull my gaze away.
He leans in, wrapping his perfect lips around my dick and sucking.
“Oh my God! Jordan! Fuck!”
He chuckles around my cock, grasping me at my base. I suck in a breath as he trails his tongue up my shaft, sucking tight around my tip. His tongue presses intomy slit before he takes me a little deeper. My breathing comes in fast and I can’t keep my eyes open. My hand finds the back of his head and I rest it there softly.
“Fuck, you sure you haven’t done this before?” He chuckles again. “Because your mouth feels fuckingamazing.”
“Good to know,” he mutters. I swear the way he moves, it’s like he was made to suck my cock. So that’s exactly what I tell him as I gently thrust up into his mouth.
