She leaned over me and spat on my hand, but the movement caused her tit to press against my face. It was so fucking heavy and full. “Put your tits on my face.”
She chuckled. “You like them, don’t you?”
“Of course I fucking do.” I fisted my cock, wet from her spit, as Jordan lifted her shirt and set her huge tits on my face. It washeaven. Her skin was so warm and soft and her tits so fucking heavy. “Mm, goddamn it.”
“What else do you need, Preston?” She jiggled her breasts so they hit either side of my face. “Do you want to taste them?”
“Uhhhh.” I released the least sexy sound to man as Jordan shifted her tit so her nipple landed in my mouth. I sucked one hard, and she mewed.I want to keep that sound.
“Your mouth is so hot right now. I love it.”
I couldn’t respond. My balls tightened, and I continued sucking her perfect nipple, nibbling the end of it as my thighs clenched. I came hard. Pleasure exploded in me, shooting to every limb with the force of a tornado. It kept going—the longest orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Sweat pooled on my chest and between my legs as I lay there, trying to settle my breath. I caught most of my release in my hand, but I didn’t want to make a mess.One more second... two more…
“Do you feel better?” Jordan asked, her voice heavy and farther away.
“Loads.”
“Speaking of loads…”
I laughed and pushed off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Cleaning up in the bathroom, I took a second to settle myself. This changed things, for sure. How… I had no idea because Jordan was the least predictable person I knew. But after coming, I was finally relaxed and yawned. This was a tomorrow thing to worry about, not right now.
I got back into bed, my muscles completely goo as I yawned again. “Thank you, Jordan.”
“You already seemed more relaxed.” She sounded pleased. “Good, sleep well.”
I wokeup the most rested I’d felt in months. Since my parents announced the divorce and the season started, I usually tossed and turned most nights. This was glorious. My muscles didn’t ache, and I didn’t have the usual sense of worry that plagued me first thing. Stretching, I yawned as my arms ran into something.
Jordan.
Flashes of last night came at me rapid-fire. The pool. Her tits. The hallway. The room. Tasting her tits. Heat spread to my gut as I rolled over to stare at her. Her hair went in every direction, the dark contrast of her black hair and white pillowcase making me smile. Her shirt rose, exposing her entire lower back, and her little shorts crept up so every curve of her ass was on display.
I never imagined waking beside her. Especially, not after she knew the sounds I made when I orgasmed. Last night had been insane in a lot of ways, and we had to talk about it. Eyeing the clock, it was eight am, and Coach didn’t want us there until eleven. Most of the guys would do a light workout or enjoy a lazy morning. I had three hours.
I ran my hand over her head, down her back, and gently shook her. “Jordan, hey.”
“Uh.” She groaned into the pillow and rolled the other way. “No.”
So difficult, so cute. “Yes, sleepyhead. You gotta get up.”
“Why?”
“Because we need to talk.”
“That is the worst reason to get up. Why talk when we can sleep?” There was a scruff to her voice, the usual deep tone all sleepy and scratchy.
I nudged her back again. “I just slept eight hours straight, Jordan, I don’t need more.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Wait.” I rolled her over to face me, her admission causing my chest to tighten. “Why didn’t you sleep well?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. “Give me like ten more minutes.”
“It does matter.”
