“Fucking hell, Dimples! Warn a guy before giving him whiplash.” He actually manages to sound affronted, which only makes me burst into laughter.
“I’m trying to be all dominant and sexy, Jordan.”
Playfully rolling my eyes, I make a move to haul myself off the couch. Not that I get far before he locks his long legs around my waist and expertly tugs me back down on top of him.
“High school wrestling champion circa 2000,” he preens, but the math aint mathing.
“2000, huh? Considering you were born in 1998, that’s pretty fucking impressive.” I bite back a laugh.
“Well, yes. I am an exceptionally impressive person. Why don’t you get naked and I’ll show you exactly how exceptional I am.” With a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, he surges up and crashes his lips to mine. I can feel his fingers unbuttoning my shirt while his tongue explores my mouth. Fuck kissing Jordan feels like the most natural thing in the world. Our mouths move in the kind of practiced dance that could have been perfected over decades rather than mere months.
Reaching down for the button on his pants, I lay open-mouthed kisses across his chest, laving attention on each of his small hardened nipples as I undo his zipper and slide my hand below his underwear. Part of me wants to sit up and see what color of panties he's wearing, but that would require me to stop kissing every inch of exposed skin on his smooth chest.
“I love your body,” I whisper, teasing his throbbing cock with light strokes as I kiss one side of his hip, then the other. I look up at him at last, catching eyes filled with so much heat I can practically feel it. “What is it, Lashes? Want me to stop?” I pull my hand back from his panties with a wicked grin.
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
He’s getting more agitated, and I can’t stop myself smirking. This isexactlyhow I want him. Jordan is so much more fun when he’s riled up.
“Eric, why are you still wearing pants? Take them off,” he whines.
I take pity on him by standing up and removing the rest of my clothes in record time. He’s watching me with his head cocked to the side.
“Now. that is champion material,” he purrs, lifting himself up and flopping down onto his stomach. The soft peachy skin of his ass distracts me long enough for him to take a grip of my painfully-hard cock, swallowing it to the root in one gulp.
“Oh, my fucking god. Jordan, your mouth is pure magic.” I pull roughly at his hair, thrusting into his throat with force. When he urges me on with groans of his own, I pump my hips even harder, watching in awe as he takes me to the root. Fuck, I could blow my load right here—paint every inch of his gorgeous face with my cum. Not tonight, though. Tonight is more than just getting off as quickly as possible.
Yanking him up, I bring his lips to mine. I kiss him hard and thoroughly. “Bedroom, now.” I emphasize the urgency with a smack on his ass.
He turns and starts walking, swaying his taunting hips. The want inside me grows every second. There’s a burning fire storming through every cell of my body. I’ve never felt anything like this. No one has ever awakened these kinds of feelings in me. Sex has always been hot between us, but sex with feelings? Who knew that could turn up the temperature by a thousand?
I follow Jordan, giving him a five-second advantage. It almost feels like I am hunting down my prey as I stalk toward the bedroom. I know for a fact that he’s about to be eaten within an inch of his life.Oh, hello primal play.
When I reach the bedroom, I lean against the doorway, my knees almost giving out at the sight of Jordan already two fingers deep in his ass preparing his hole. My hard cock twitches in applause. I had plans for that ass, though. I wanted to eat him out before sinking deep inside. I guess now there will be a lot of next time to do that. If he’s so desperate for me, who am I to deny him?
“Spread your legs, Lashes.” I step inside the room and stop right in front of the bed. “If you’re going to give me a show, I don’t want to miss a second of it.” I kneel on the bed and grab Jordan’s ankles, pulling them further apart for a better view. “How does it feel? Is it as good as when my fingers stretch you?”
“Fuck, no,” he responds without hesitation, already panting in need. He’s trying really hard to do a good job, but the look on his face tells me he’s getting frustrated, singing through gritted teeth. “Once upon a time it was enough, but now only your fingers and your cock make me moan like a slut.”
“Mmmm… a slutty little rhyme just for me? I love that, Lashes.” I let go of his leg and push my index finger right next to his. He’s hot and slick and so fucking tight. I go deeper and when he moans loudly, satisfaction grows inside me. “There's my little Shakespearean strumpet.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m a goddamn poet. ‘To fuck or not to fuck, that is the ques—’”
I cut Jordan’s theatrical monologue short as I replace his fingers with three of mine, opening his hole to gaping proportions. My cock starts to leak like a faucet at the pornographic sounds coming from the man in front of me.
“Jesus, Eric, please fuck me!” He thrusts his hips, desperately trying to rut himself onto my hand, but all he manages to do is make my fingers slip out of him.
“Turn on your side.” I want to hold him and stay connected to him while we make love for the first time. Because this is what it will be, and admitting that out loud may be too much for Jordan. The least I can do is keep my eyes from betraying me at this moment. He asked me before if I was in love with him, but I knew he wasn’t ready to hear it and I’m certain he isn't ready to see it. For right now, this is enough. Our bodies connected from head to toe.
I lie right behind him and bring our bodies together. With one hand, I guide my aching hard cock to his hole and push inside, bottoming out in one smooth move.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so deep.” He moans and rocks his hips slowly. “I love how your dick almost splits me in half.” He puts his hand on my ass cheek, trying to draw me even further into him.
“And I love how your ass tightens around me like it’s trying to milk me.” Ignoring the pressure he puts on my back, I pull out, leaving just the tip inside, then surge forward without hesitation. “Fuck, Jordan. I can’t get enough of you.”
“You don’t—” He moans loudly when I repeat the movement. “Oh, God… right there, Dimples.”
Damn it, he feels too good. I wanted it to last longer, but the way his hole is trying to strangle my cock makes it impossible. I’m going to come soon and I need him there with me. I reach for his shaft and stroke it while my hips push faster and harder.
