He slowly kisses his way down my torso, each press of his mouth sending lightning through me. When he reaches the apex of my thighs and takes a deep whiff of me, I know exactly what he plans to do. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, then looks up at me through his lashes, his expression a sinful mix of hunger and tenderness.
“Jordan.” I grab his hand in a moment of uncertainty. No boy has ever seen me naked. Will he even like how I look down there?
“I'm dying to see you, baby,” he growls. “To taste how much you want me.”
His words…his desperation sends a bolt of need through me and with a moan, I let him go.
He drags my shorts down my legs along with my panties.
I bite my lip in anticipation when he grabs my knees and spreads me open to his gaze.
“Fuck. Baby,” he whispers, “you’re gorgeous.”
My lids flutter closed at his adoration, and I wait.
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. Then another. Closer and closer to my core, dragging the tip of his nose along my skin. I’m shaking. Actually shaking.
When his breath fans against me core I stop breathing.
The first stroke of his tongue is a languid, bold, sinful hello that sends heat rippling up my spine. My fingers leave the headboard and fly to his hair, gripping tight. “Jordan—”
“Shh,” he murmurs. “You have to be quiet, baby.”
It comes rushing back. We’re at my house. In my bed. My creaky bed. And he’s going down on me. I nod frantically, but then his tongue flicks over me again, and a broken sound escapes my throat.
His hand clamps over my mouth, his eyes flashing up to mine a dark warning in them. "Behave or I'll stop."
My pulse spikes.Oh God I'd die if he stops. But my parents are also two doors down.
He licks me again—longer and slower, like he’s savoring me. My hips jerk, and I make another sound.
“You’re going to get us caught,” he murmurs against me, his voice rough with amusement. “Would you like that, Sabrina? Your father coming in here finding you with your legs spread, your sweet pussy clenching around my tongue?”
I shake my head frantically, but my body betrays me, arching into his mouth.
He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my center. “Liar. You loved the sound of that.”
My heart slams against my ribs. I'm sick for reacting to his words this way. And then pleasure obliterates shame as he spears his tongue into me.
My back bows off the bed, but I manage to quell the scream.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Take it you fucking sexy woman.”
He goes to town on me. Licking, sucking. Again and again. Until my thighs clamp around his head, my fingers twisting in his hair.
“Jordan, please—” I sob.
He holds my thighs open, then sucks gently on my clit and my vision whitens at the edges.
“Oh—God—Jordan!”
His hand slams over my mouth as he groans against me. The vibration only sends another jolt of pleasure through my body.
His finger circles my entrance, then gently slips in, and I bite the inside of my cheek not to scream. Before I can fully contain the onslaught of pleasure, he returns to sucking on my clit while his finger curls into my front wall rubbing against a spot that makes me see stars.
I come. Suddenly. Violently. Shamelessly. My vision blurs. My brain empties. My soul leaves my body and files a complaint because it is never recovering from this.
I sob into his palm, my body shaking uncontrollably, my thighs like a vice around his head. He devours every tremor, every clench, and every drop spilling from me.
