16. Jordan

Jordan

I was dying. Dying. I locked my knees to keep from falling over as Jim speared me with his tongue, pumping it in and out while his fingers bit into the soft skin of my hips, holding me still.

Somehow I hadn't been surprised to see Jim on my porch when the doorbell rang. I figured he'd call or do something to make sure that I was being honest when I said Matthew and I were just friends. I should be angry. I'd never had any tolerance for jealous bullshit from any of the other men I'd dated, but for some reason, with Jim it made me feel…wanted.

Seeing his easy-going fa?ade drop to show the man beneath the jokes made me feel like I was seeing the real him. He'd told me once that he'd learned early on as a kid in foster care that if he could entertain his foster families they'd be less likely to make him move on. It was a sad statement, but I was impressed by his resilience.

I'd been lucky to grow up with two parents who loved me, and each other, so I couldn't even imagine how it was for him growing up. At least he'd been able to stay around this town and mostly stay in one school, unlike a lot of the kids who went through the system.

Jim let go of one hip so that he could bring his hand to my clitoris, rolling the swollen bundle between his fingers. I cried out as he gave it a little pinch, then he sped up the thrusts of his tongue inside me. He licked along my inner walls, looking for a spot that would drive me crazy, and when he found it, I came with a gasp.

My fingers gripped his hair, holding on for dear life as I shuddered above him. My knees gave out as my orgasm hit, and Jim eased me down to the floor, somehow never stopping the teasing motion of his fingers. I fell back, riding out the waves of pleasure until I finally collapsed onto the floor in a boneless heap. After I caught my breath, I pushed up on my elbows, realizing that I was still dressed from the waist up.

"Wow." It was the only word that seemed to fit.

Jim gave me a self-satisfied smile.

"There's only one problem," I said.

"What?" he frowned.

"If you did that on the factory floor, you'd ruin your knees. That cement is way too hard to kneel on. You can't get workers comp for that either."

He smirked, then his expression grew serious again.

"I guess I should go."

He pushed up to standing and I looked at him in shock.

"You're just going to eat me out and run?" I asked incredulously. "Again? Is this some kind of a kink of yours or something?"

I rolled up to my knees, impressed that I could still move, and reached for his belt. He stayed in place, so I unclasped the buckle, then unzipped his jeans and slid them down to his knees. When I pulled the waistband of his boxers down, his cock bobbed up against his stomach, leaving a tiny wet spot from the precum at the end.

It was weird to say but he had a beautiful cock, long and thick and straight. Grabbing it in my hand, I scooted forward and lowered my head to lick around the tip. Jim groaned.

"You don't have to," he choked out.

I gave his dick a little squeeze. "What if I want to?"

When he didn't answer, I took as much of his length into my mouth as I could, wrapping my fist around the base. I slid back slowly, leaving only the very tip in. I circled the mushroom head with my tongue, looking up at him from beneath my eye lashes as I savored the salty taste of his skin. I'd always loved giving blow jobs, always enjoyed the power of them, but for some reason this felt like more.

Jim looked more serious than I'd ever seen him, his entire body rigid with the effort of holding back.

I pulled off him with a pop. "Let me give you what you need, Jim."

He groaned, one of his hands moving to cup the back of my head, holding me in place as he took control. He snapped his hips forward, stopping only when he hit the back of my throat, then slid back out again. Not one to be passive, I hollowed out my cheeks, adding pressure, and wrapped my tongue around the bottom of his shaft, heightening his pleasure.

I held on to one of his thighs for balance, then slid my other hand between his legs, taking his balls in my hand.

"Fuck!" he groaned. "I'm not going to last much longer."

I loved that I had the power to make him come undone. I hummed around his dick, taking him as deep as I could, and gave his balls a squeeze. That's all it took before he was shooting his cum down my throat with several long bursts. I did my best to swallow it all down without choking.

When Jim was finished, he stood stock still for a full thirty seconds, then fell to his knees, his now-soft cock sliding out of my mouth.

"Oh my God! Jordan. I think you killed me," he groaned, sitting back on his heels. "I'll never recover from that."

I sat back, wiping my mouth off with my hand, feeling a sense of satisfaction at how much I'd affected him.

"Do you want to stay over?" I asked, before my brain could catch up and tell me what a bad idea that was.

Fortunately, Jim's brain was working better.

"I'd love nothing more," he told me. "But this is a small town, and someone is bound to notice that I slept over. I don't want to make things bad for you at work."

"Yeah, you're right." I sighed. "I didn't have to worry about stuff like this in Detroit. I didn't even know my neighbors."

"Come over to my place tomorrow," he suggested. "It's supposed to be a nice day. I'll grill some food and we can just hang out on the deck."

"Okay," I agreed. "That sounds fun."

I didn't have plans anyway.

Jim gave me a huge smile, then pulled me in for a hug. And then it hit me – this thing between us was already getting serious whether I wanted to admit it or not. I just hoped this wasn't going to end in heartbreak – for either of us.