“What’s the matter? Are you afraid?”
I snorted. “Of course not.”
“Maybe you’re afraid you’ll get hard,” Jordan countered as his gaze slid to my crotch. “Oopsie. Too late.”
I knew I was hard. After all, I have been hard since the day I left the hospital.
“You’ll regret this,” I said through my teeth, walking up to him.
I yanked at the waistband of his pants until the buttons popped out of the holes. When I stuck my hand into his briefs, a breath caught in his throat. I moved past the trimmed pubes, but still… no toothbrush.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, pushing my hand lower until I stumbled upon something big and hard.
“That’s not a toothbrush,” Jordan bit out.
I looked at him, meeting the stubborn, amber gaze. Was it then that I said fuck it? Or earlier, when I locked the car and came back? Or even before that, when I left his apartment,climbing down those stairs while feeling as if I were going to the gallows?
“Keep looking,” Jordan taunted me. “You can’t leave without your toothbrush, after all.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling and pushed my hand lower. When I cupped his balls, he swayed slightly as if his legs had turned unstable.
“What about this?” I asked him. “Am I on the right track?”
Jordan looked as if he had trouble keeping his eyes open.
“Please,” he sputtered. “Just… please.”
I cocked my eyebrow. “Please, what?”
“Please like me. Love me. Fuck me.”
“No,” I said, grabbing him by the chin. “You will fuck me.”
When he realized I wasn’t joking, he yanked the cabinet door open and pulled out lube. A bunch of other stuff fell out, rattling in the sink. His hands shook as he fumbled with the cap, only managing to open the tube after the third try. I pushed my pants and boxers down my hips before turning my back to him and leaning over the sink. When I stuck out my ass in the invitation, Jordan cursed.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
He kept staring at my ass, so no wonder lube was squirting all over. The majority of it landed on his dick, but there were pools of lube all over the tiled floor, his bare feet, my pants, and his hand. A decent amount ended up on my hole before he pushed his finger inside it. It breached me roughly, and I hissed, forcing my muscles to relax as he fingered me.
“More,” I gritted, just as another finger entered me. “Fuck!”
I started stroking my cock that deflated just a little, only to swell even more. The third finger added more pressure, but I needed more.
“Now, damn it,” I growled. “Give me your fucking dick!”
“God, I’m not going to survive this,” Jordan gasped. “Why are we fucking standing up, damn it? My knees won’t hold.”
When he positioned himself at my hole, I was already on the verge of climax. I was tugging wildly on my dick, gasping when his plump, swollen tip breached me. One long, smooth push later, he bottomed out, cursed, and my forehead hit the mirror. I closed my eyes, processing the burn, the fullness, and the pleasure washing over me in waves.
“Fuck!” Jordan whimpered, still motionless. “God, help me.”
I looked down at my dick that was pointed at the mirror like a cannon ready to fire. I expected it to deflate because we weren’t exactly planning this, but it didn’t happen. My dick liked his dick. A lot.
“Are you okay?” Jordan whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, spreading my feet wider. “Go for it.”
“I’m not going to last.”
