He pops off me and I groan. I look to where he rests, meeting his gaze.
“You want to fuck my mouth, Alex, do it. I’m not scared of this.”
His words are a balm to my soul, and a brand new switch flips.
I tighten my grip in his hair and push him down. “Less talking, more cock sucking, Jordan.”
When he takes me this time, I thrust into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He gags but takes it like a fucking champ. I do it again. And again. Each moment better than the last.
I get lost in his moans and groans. I lose myself in my hard, erratic thrusts, in my own ecstasy, as I enjoy his mouth and the pleasure he gives me. I notice the slivers of mirrors, his reflection fractured all around me, and thenI look up.
The sight of him with his head between my legs, his perfect ass on display, those tight back muscles. He’s everywhere. All around me, within me. Shattering me into a million pieces only to put me back together again.
“Jordan,” I call out his name, feeling my orgasm barreling toward me. “I’m so fucking close. If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you need to tell me…”
My anxiety starts to swell because I don’t think he hears me. He swirls his tongue around me instead.
“Jordan, I’m—” Words fail me as my orgasm hits out of nowhere.
The tears hit me like a brick and I hold his head in place, my fingers tightening in his hair.
“Ohmygod…” I breathe out, my eyes falling shut. My fist loosens in his hair as I give myself over to the pleasure.
It feels so fucking good.
I open my hazy eyes just to see him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and I breathe out a heavy sigh of relief.
I reach a limp arm for his cock, but instead, I feel his hand. I pull him close because I can’t fucking move. My entire body is numb.
He settles beside me, and his sweet, crisp scent floods my lungs. He pulls me against his warm, solid chest and I mutter, “Best fucking blowjob ever.”
He laughs and the sound is so comfortable and soothing. I smile.
I reach for his jean-clad cock, but he gently pushes me away. “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m good,” he says humorously, and then I feel the faint wetness against my fingertips and I blush.
“Damn,” I say with humor and pride of my own. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He curses me before kissing me and I feel better than I have in a long time.
“You hungry?” he asks.
“Starving.”
“What do you want?” His fingers trail along my shoulder as he repositions himself on my bed. I curl against him, my body fitting against his perfectly.
“Nachos,” I murmur, fading into sleep. “From Bella’s.”He shifts as he gets his phone out. “You got it.”
When I wake up, he’s gone, but the bed is still warm. Panic hits me. I look around, but I don’t see him.
“Jordan!” I call out, nearly running out of the room. I find him in the kitchen, unpacking bags of…groceries.
Take out.
He catches my gaze and my body relaxes. I don’t miss the sadness in his expression as he looks at me. It stings.
My gaze falls to the tub of ice cream in his hand. Cherry chocolate chip. My favorite.
