Lowering the underwear, I lick up one side of his shaft before dipping my tongue in the slit. The pool of precum coats my tongue, and I jack him harder. Jordan closes his eyes, head falling back as one hand lands on my shoulder. He mutters my name when I suck on his testicles, then gently rocks forward, pleasure building.
I take him deep, swallowing around his length and teasing his balls with my fingers. Our eyes meet, and Jordan slides his hands into my hair. If there’s one thing I know about Jordan and sex, it’s that heloveshaving his slit touched. I tease him again, jacking slowly.
His mouth parts, like he’s barely hanging on.
“Come for me,” I say. “Let me taste you.”
He nods. “Already there.”
I hollow out my cheeks as I swallow him down, and Jordan rocks forward, grunting quietly. I suck him harder, feel his balls draw up tight, then take him down my throat just before his cock pulses. He grunts quietly as he unloads, our eyes locked.
I tug my scrubs down and begin jacking myself, afraid that if I don’t, I’ll spill in my pants. But Jordan pulls me to my feet then switches places, getting on his knees in front of me. It takes less than a minute for me to shoot down his throat.
Slowly, he stands and kisses me, almost laughing against my lips. “You have a naughty side, don’t you? Doing it in a closet at work.”
I snort. “Says the guy who rode me in a parking lot.”
He grins. “I did do that, didn’t I?”
I find some paper towels on the shelf to clean up the excess saliva, then get dressed. Jordan is all smiles when I reach for the closet door. After a quick peek outside, I pull him out.
We walk hand in hand back down to the elevator. “I’ll be back at six.”
“You better. I’m going home with you.”
He kisses me. “Ilovehearing you say that.”
The rest of the shift flies by.
I still can’t believe this is happening.
I’m balancing two overstuffed duffels and a backpack in my arms, with Lily trotting ahead in her harness. Jordan rolls the last suitcase beside him, clearly impressed with how I strapped Lily’s litter box, scratcher, and the small backpack with all of her toys.
“You’re kinda good at this packing thing, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “You learn to get creative when you’ve traveled with a cat for seven years.”
He laughs, but there’s pride in his eyes. “Still. You Tetris’d the hell out of this.”
“Well, I did tell you I’m a gamer.”
He suddenly stops. “Oh! I forgot to show you!” Trepidation fills me as he whips his phone out. What can be so urgent that he’d stop in the middle of the damn parking lot? It takes a moment, but then he turns the screen around to reveal two new characters in the Sims game, named Miles and Jordan.
I grin stupidly. “Please tell me they’ve woo-hooed.”
“Only like fifty times.”
“Is that all? I’m disappointed.”
He bumps me. “Give me time. They just met like, three days ago.”
I smirk. It’s adorable that he created characters after us.
“Anyway, there’s a pizza place not too far from my campground. Want to grab that for dinner?”
“Sounds perfect.”
It’s still light out when we get to the motorhome, and Jordan starts hauling stuff in while I hang back with Lily’s leash wrapped loosely around my fingers. She’s sniffing everything. Tail high, curious.
