Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Maybe you should move to a hotel for a while.”
Jordan licks his lips. “Mm, maybe. But they’ve been a good deterrent. I’ve managed to stay away.” He stares down at me, and even though I’m the one fully dressed, the heat in his eyes makes me feel naked.
Jordan lifts my shirt, exposing my abs. “I’ve been such a good boy, doing what my manager and agent told me to.” His hand moves down my body and cups my cock over my sweatpants.
“I don’t want you to be good. I don’t want you to stay away.”
“I’ve told myself for days that I should. That it’s better for our careers. But there’s one thing stopping me from being able to walk away.”
“What’s that?” I rasp.
“I haven’t been inside this ass yet.”
I quickly glance around, looking to see if there’s a damn clock in here somewhere. “How much time do we have?”
“Not enough.”
“Damn it.”
“I had something else in mind.”
“Anything.” I’m already desperate for him, and he’s barely even touched me.
Jordan sinks to his knees and tugs my sweats and underwear down and drops them on the floor.
My cock stands tall and ready.
“Put your feet up on the bed,” he says.
I do it immediately, no questions asked, and he lowers his head. I’m craving his mouth on my cock, expecting it even. The anticipation rolls through me in a whole-body shudder. Which is why, when his tongue touches my hole, I flinch.
“Trust,” he whispers, and then his mouth is back on me.
I try to relax and remember how good his finger felt moving inside me. It was weird at first, but as soon as I was able to open for him, everything changed. I want to feel that again.
Jordan places his big hand on my thigh, spreading me wider, and I adjust my feet. His other hand reaches for my cock and strokes lazily while his tongue works me open.
I want to get a better look, so I lean up on my elbows, but they’re shaky at best. My body vibrates as I watch his head moving between my legs while he jerks me off with an expert hand.
“Oh, fuck.” The dual sensations set my blood on fire.
Out of my control, my hips buck and writhe. How did I not know how good this could feel?
As much as I want to see everything he’s doing, I can’t stop my eyes from rolling back. I grip the comforter tight, and when I think I’m about to tip over the edge, suddenly, Jordan’s mouth is gone.
I want to protest, but then he says, “Shh, anyone walking by could hear you, and this is exactly why I’ve been keeping my distance on set.”
I’m confused. “I was being loud?”
“The sounds you make are sinful, and I love them, but not when we’re trying to be stealthy. Do you think if I keep going, you’re going to come?”
“Yes.”
“Soon? We’re running out of time, and it has to be quick. Want my fingers?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I’m going to use more than one this time.”
“Do it.”
“Okay, hang on.” His hand on my cock leaves me now too, and I whine. “Seriously. You need to be quieter. Bite your pillow if you have to.”
“I can be quiet.” Though, can I? I didn’t even know I was making any noise.
The sound of a wrapper crinkling fills my ears, and when I look, Jordan’s tearing open a … condom? No, wait, that’s lube. He coats two of his fingers with it.
“You carry that around with you?” I ask.
“Most days.”
I frown, which only makes him smile.
“I haven’t used any since Ben.”
I want to play it off and say I don’t care either way, but that would be a lie. A big, fat lie.
It’s not normal to feel this possessive over someone, is it? Especially someone where lines have been drawn.
Jordan goes back to stroking me with one hand, but instead of his tongue on my hole, he presses a finger inside me and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
My hips jackknife off the bed, and okay, I definitely hear my moan this time. “Fuck, how am I supposed to stay quiet?”
He hums his response, but I can’t understand what he’s saying. He licks and teases my balls and the base of my shaft until the point I’m so distracted, I don’t really acknowledge the second finger in my ass.
Only when he’s pushing them in and out of me and finding a rhythm massaging over that sweet spot inside me do I turn my attention to what he’s doing. The magic of his hands and mouth working together sends me into a tailspin of euphoria, and I can’t keep up.
Mouth, tongue, stroke, prostate, it’s too much, but it’s not enough at the same time.
Jordan lifts his head. “Come on, baby, you gonna fall apart for me?”