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)
Jordan gasps, pushing back to meet my every thrust. I press my hand down in the middle of his back for leverage as I continue to push inside him.
It doesn’t take long for him to start trembling in my arms, for his breath to become stilted.
I throw my head back and moan. “I want to keep doing this all night, but there’s no way my body will let me. You feel too good. I never …” I fuse my eyes shut. It’s never been this good, has it?
Sex is sex. Get in, get off, get out.
My thighs ache. Sweat drips down my skin.
“Blake,” Jordan breathes. “I need more. I need to touch myself.”
“Do it,” I encourage.
“Keep going,” he says. “Don’t slow down.”
Like that’s even a possibility at this point.
He reaches between him and the couch, gripping his cock and stroking hurriedly. The fast movement of his hand, the sight of my cock disappearing between his ass cheeks … I know this image is going to be spank bank material for years to come. His long torso and wide shoulders, every contour of his muscular back … it’s a new kind of sexy to me.
Every single muscle in Jordan’s body tightens, and his ass grips my cock so hard I see stars.
The power of my release knocks me off-kilter, slamming into me and unfurling everything inside me until there’s nothing left.
Jordan continues to stroke himself, but I know he’s close.
I empty into the condom but don’t stop moving inside him until I know I push him over the edge. I stay inside him, pressed all the way in so he’s full of all of me while I reach around him and take over jerking him off.
He comes all over my hand, while I slump against Jordan’s back with my sweaty forehead resting in the middle of his shoulder blades. It’s impossible to catch my breath or move or do anything. My limbs feel like jelly, and I wait for my legs to fall out from beneath me.
“That was …” There are no words to describe that.
“You think that was good, wait until it’s flipped the other way.” Jordan’s voice is teasing, but my cock twitches inside him.
I should really pull out and get rid of the condom. “Date now. Flip later. I need to recover from that first.” I step away, and Jordan stands upright.
“You’re younger than me. By a lot. Your refractory period should be ready to go.”
I deal with the condom and then turn to Jordan. “How old are you?”
He grins. “I’ll never tell.”
“You don’t look a day over thirty.”
He gasps. “I’m twenty-nine.”
My face falls—no, wait. “You said you’ve been out here, what? Fifteen years? If you were twenty-nine, you would’ve gotten here when you were … fourteen? That doesn’t add up.”
“Ooh, look, someone can do math. I came out here as soon as I graduated college.”
“You’re thirty-seven?” I screech. “Not even.”
“No. I’ve only been out here …” Jordan’s face scrunches as he counts. “Eleven years.”
“So there’s only five-ish years between us. That’s nothing. So your refractory period should be ready to go, fuckyouverymuch.”
“Just say the word.” He strokes his cock, which is already getting hard again.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep up with you.”
“I can’t wait to see you try.”
My dick makes a valiant effort to get hard again but fails. “Food first.”
We order room service, which they leave outside the door for us so we’re not seen by staff. I’ve booked the room under a fake name and done all the cloak-and-dagger shit our management team used to do with Eleven.
I wrap a hotel robe around me while we eat, and Jordan lounges around in his boxer briefs.
We’re watching some movie I’m not familiar with, but Jordan seems to know it well. He laughs before things are funny and tells me to watch certain parts that are coming up.
When I’m done with eating, I lie back and put my feet in his lap, letting out a content sigh when he mindlessly rubs them. “I wish we had tomorrow off. I can’t be assed to finish this movie. I’ve never felt like this on set before.”
Jordan’s hand on my foot freezes. “Wow. I’ll take that as a huge compliment. Thank you so much for saying doing a movie with me is practically torture.”
“It has nothing to do with you. I love working with you, obviously. It’s Ben. It feels like the whole thing is moving away from its original direction, and while I thought that would be a good idea in the beginning, I’m not feeling the script anymore.”
Jordan’s lips flatten. “I might hate the guy, but when it comes to films, he knows what he’s doing. I think he’s trying to make it more serious for the potential to get Oscar noms.”
“I think it’s the wrong direction, personally, but what do I know? I’m too mainstream and know nothing about what the Academy deems Oscar-worthy.”