“Lie on the bed, Charming, cock out.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Damn, J.”
“Do what I say.” She pushed my chest with her finger, her pretty face flushing with purpose. “Be a good boy for me.”
Fuck.I turned into a puddle of lust. I took my time lying on my bed, my chest heaving as I slid my pants past my rigid cock. Jordan licked her lips and watched me. Her gaze moved to my cock as she ran a finger from my chest toward my thigh.
“Jesus,” I rasped. “I’m so fucking hard.”
“Maybe that’s why you’ve been such an asshole. You need a little relief.” She crawled on top of me, careful not to touch my torso or put any pressure on me. “I know what’ll help you.”
She gripped the base of my cock and took me in her mouth. It was heaven on earth. No better feeling. She sucked me, took me deep, and my eyes rolled into my head.Yes. Yes. This.I gripped her hair, tugging it and pushing it out of her face so I could crane my neck and watch her hollow out her cheeks.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I groaned, my muscles tensing from how good her lips felt. “God, your mouth…”
She took me deeper, letting me hit the back of her throat, and I about jumped off the bed. I saw stars. My ears rang. My pulse raced in the best fucking way, and she fisted the base of mycock as she sucked me harder. I stood no chance. “Baby, I’m gonna?—”
She hollowed out her cheeks even more, and I camehard.The orgasm hit me hard, the pleasure knocking the wind out of me as she swallowed every last drop. I couldn’t feel my toes or my fingers. Just her hair tickling my stomach as she released my cock from her mouth and grinned at me. “Are you done being grumpy now?”
27
JORDAN
“Fucking hell, Jordan.” Preston covered his face with his hands, laughing deep and loud. “That was insane.”
“Good. Tried to suck the attitude out of you because I’m not sure I like this version of you.” I didn’t want to admit he’d hurt my feelings. Things had shifted for me since seeing him in the hospital, where I wanted to have more with him. He hadn’t mentioned going on a date again. He never brought up the girlfriend comment or us or what we were. I was finally ready for it, yet he never said anything.
Yet, the more I wanted, the further he pulled away. I was in love with him, and he didn’t even know or care. It was a cruel, cruel fate for me, and I hated it. This though? Sexual teasing and chemistry? That I could do. That wouldn’t hurt me, and I could wall up my heart.
“I’ve been stressing out about hockey.” He sighed and moved his arm to stare at me, his face flushed and content. “God, you look good with swollen lips. You’ve pretty much ruined all blow jobs for me, by the way.”
“Good.” Did that mean he was thinking about blow jobswith other people? I didn’t like that. Anger fluttered deep in my gut, and I adjusted how I sat on the bed.
“Oh, are you grumpy now?” he teased, reaching out and gripping my thigh. “Did it make you wet to get me off like that? Do you need relief too?”
“No.” I stood, already planning to run to my room to use my vibrator. Of course that got me wet. It was wildly hot to have that control over him, getting to pleasure him with my mouth and making him disconnect like that. But I needed space to sort out the hurt, see if I could pull back the feelings somehow. They weren’t reciprocated, and it stung.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asked, voice rough.
“Uh, to my room?”
“Get your ass over here.”
That had me pausing. I loved the command in his tone, the urgency there. “Why? So you can pout more?”
“No, so I can get you off. Sit on my face.” Preston wiggled down his bed and lifted his arms on either side. “Climb on me and sit on me.”
“I’m not… you just had surgery.” My face heated, and the thought of riding his face caused the heated sensation to burn. My body screamedyes, yes, do it, please, dear god,but my heart saideh, probably shouldn’t.
“I won’t move anything but my tongue. I can give you what you need. Please?”
Fuck. It was that simple little please that did me in. He stared at me with heated eyes, his expression completely open like he wanted this—no, like he needed this too. Maybe he felt distance between us too and wanted to fix it. Hope burst through me at the idea of him wanting more of me too.
“What if I hurt you?” I asked, trying to keep some composure here. “I’m not a small girl.”
“I want your thighs around my fucking face. How more explicit do you want me to be? Get over here now.”
Shit. That was hot. I quickly removed my pants and panties, taking my time moving toward his bed with Preston tracked with his eyes the entire time. My breath caught in my throat as I carefully crawled onto him again, finally sitting on his chest.
