Jordan raised his head, and sleepy amber eyes met mine. “And thank God for that. If this were only a dream, I would shoot myself.”
I wasn’t sure who kissed whom first, but our lips found each other in a gentle, spontaneous kiss that felt just right. In fact, it felt so right that I flipped him onto his back and pressed my hips against his to demonstrate exactly how I felt this morning.
“Hoo,” Jordan let out a surprised sound, his eyes lowering to my crotch. “Someone’s up.”
“And it’s our day off,” I reminded him. “What are your plans?”
His gaze filled with wariness. “So… are we still good?”
He was clearly clueless about how he made me feel.
“We’re better than good,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.
“What about work?”
“Is this your way of asking if we are going to tell the others about us?”
“I guess.”
“They’re detectives, Jordan. Not too competent, but they’ll probably figure it out, and besides, I don’t want to hide anything. I’m too old for that, and I don’t give a fuck. Why? Do you feel differently?”
He lowered his gaze. “No, but I would like to talk to you about something before we make it official.”
“You think too much,” I said, only to grunt when I felt something poking me in the ribs. When I looked down and spotted lube lying under me, I grinned.
“Oh, looky here,” I murmured, unscrewing the cap. “A divine intervention.”
“I’m sleepy,” Jordan mumbled, rolling over onto his stomach. “Later.”
The way he presented his ass to me told me he was a liar and a tease. Since I was hard from the moment I woke up, I didn’t appreciate the teasing.
I expressed it by pushing a lubed finger into his hole. “Wakey-wakey.”
“Fuck!” Jordan gasped, clenching his fists. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” I murmured, squirting more lube onto his crack. “Yeah, that’s it… relax your muscles.”
I shifted to my knees, adding more fingers. His hole was tight and hot, his ass a picture of muscular perfection. The way his cheeks clenched almost made me lose track of what I was doing. When he started humping the bed, I got back on track. I quickly lubed my dick, groaning every time my hand moved over the turgid length. I was in pain, but Jordan’s recently deflowered ass needed some gentle loving. I breached him slowly, fighting myself every step of the way because I wanted to fuck him into the mattress. When I finally bottomed out, Jordan was clawing at the sheets, and I was seeing stars.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I gasped, admiring the view of my dick buried deep inside him. “Your ass is heaven, baby.”
“Mmm,” Jordan hummed, swallowing audibly. “Give me a moment… I can’t breathe.”
“What’s wrong? Too stuffed?” I teased him, but it was more to stop myself from blowing on the very first stroke. “How does it feel?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Jordan said through his teeth. “Okay... I’m ready now.”
I grinned and kissed his shoulder, and then, just for fun, I left a nasty hickey on his neck.Try hiding that, I thought, grinning diabolically.
“Adam, stop messing around and start fucking me,” Jordan growled. “Jesus Christ… in this century, please.”
“Oh, well, when you say it like that…”
So, yeah, I kind of made him regret saying that. I pulled him to his knees, slapped his ass, and gave him a quick, rough fuck he asked for. I drove myself crazy while doing it, but I made him beg. By the time I felt he’d gotten enough, I was on the verge of climax, and his teeth were chattering.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” I threatened. “You’re taking my load first.”
“Fuck, you have a dirty mouth,” Jordan said, whimpering when my dick grazed his prostate. “Oh, my God!”
