“Last night was about you, Preston.” She kept her eyes closed, but she sighed, almost like she was annoyed at me. “I came up here to support you, and I’m so glad you slept. Now, shh.”
Last night was about you.
My peanut brain took a second to latch onto those words. Did she mean…fuck. I didn’t even offer to return the favor last night. I was exhausted and wasn’t sure that was even on the table, but now after the moment passed, my decision seemed so selfish. My stomach twisted as I stared at her face.
“Jordan?” I ran a finger over her cheek, then her lips, then her neck. Her skin was so smooth and soft. One part of my mind told me I was a complete dumbass for missing a chance with her last night, but the other said it wasn’t too late. I needed to find the nerve to finish my question.
“Hm?” She leaned closer to me, one side of her lips curving up.
“Do you—are you—shit.” I winced at how unsexy this was. Jordan took charge all the time, took life by the balls. She wouldn’t enjoy an unsure partner. I took a breath then ran my finger lower, swirling over her breast until her nipple pebbled under the fabric. I pinched it. “This morning is going to be aboutyou.”
Her eyes flew up, intrigue and heat behind her expression. “Should we talk about this?”
“What is there to talk about?” I licked my lips as I continued playing with her breasts over her shirt. I knew what they lookedlike and how they felt on my face. It was bright now, no dark of the night to hide behind. “I owe you an orgasm.”
Her eyes flared as she sucked in a breath. “I was worked up last night.”
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep? Did you need relief?”
She swallowed hard, her chest moving faster. Her lips parted, and her nostrils flared as she said, “Yes.”
“Mm, there are so many choices here.” I slid my hand under her shirt, teasing the full undersides of her breasts. A part of my brain was in overdrive, freaking the fuck out that this was Jordan Vanderfleet. My best friend. She panted from my hand touching her skin. That part wanted to know exactly how she came, the sounds she made. The other half though was terrified of what this meant. This complicated the fuck out of things. “If you were alone in this hotel room, what would you do right now?”
“I’d pull on my nipples a bit, make it sting. Then I’d slide my hands into my pants.” Her eyes lit up when she spoke, her cheeks pinkening when I slid her shirt up to her neck. “What are you doing?”
“Goddamn, Jordan.” I could hardly breathe at seeing her chest bare again. I cupped her breasts together, running my face between them and shuddering. It took all my effort to pull back and do what she said. I pulled her nipples, soft at first, then hard, twisting them until they were large points. “How is that?”
“Oh my god.” She slammed her head back into the pillow. “Yes, perfect. Do it again.”
I did and groaned at how her body squirmed next to me. “Are you wet right now?”
“So fucking wet.”
“Show me. Slide your fingers inside you and show me.”
Her gaze met mine, her blue eyes swirling with heat and lust. Her pupils dilated, and she had a wild, sexy-as-fuck look on her face. “That’s hot, Preston.”
“Glad you approve. Now, do it.” I sat up, teasing her nipples like she asked as her hand disappeared into her shorts. She groaned for a few beats before she pulled her hand back out. Moisture was all around her fingers, her evidence dripping on her hand. I was an uncaged animal breaking free. Without thinking about what it meant, I leaned forward and sucked her fingers, my eyes about crossing from tasting her. “Fuck.”
She whimpered the sexiest, neediest sound as her jaw dropped in what looked like shock. “Holy shit, that was hot.”
“Glad you approve.” I winked and licked my lips, the taste lingering on them. “Now work that clit, baby. I know your taste. I wanna hear you come.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she bit down on her bottom lip. She moaned as her hand disappeared under the waistband. The muscles in her forearm flexed as she ground her hips against her hand. I would’ve sacrificed a limb to see under the shorts, but I focused on her nipples, alternating between pinching and pulling and massaging. “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Jordan,” I said, my voice husky. My cock throbbed against my pants, pre-cum soaking the fabric. I’d go shower or something to take care of it, but watching Jordan make herself fall apart was everything.
“I’m so close,” she whined, her body trembling. “Yes, yes,yes,oh my god!”
“That’s it, baby. Come loud.”
She groaned, slamming her head against the pillow as she rode out the orgasm. Her usual throaty voice deepened, and she sounded like a siren. I’d sure as shit follow her to the ends of time with a sexy, pleasurable moan like that. When she stilled, I released her tits and leaned onto my back.
We were even now. I had no idea what game we were playing, but the score was tied, and that felt like a victory.
“Holy shit.” Jordan moved her left forearm to her forehead, taking long, deep breaths. “That was the most unreal orgasm I’ve had in a while.”
“Good.”
“Preston, you were so hot. The finger-sucking thing?” She laughed and moved her arm to stare at me. “No idea where you learned that move, but that almost made me feral.”
