6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Nick

M y real name on Jordan’s lips got me rock hard.

I wasn’t sure why that had slipped out as my line in the sand, but yeah, hearing him call me Nick was definitely doing something for me. Maybe because it helped me separate the Jordan I’d grown up with who’d been buried in one pussy after the next to the guy standing an inch from me, ready to get down and dirty.

“I have an idea,” I said. As much as Jordan seemed ready to go full bore, I’d hooked up with too many closeted or straight boys to dive right in. Sucking his dick was one thing, but I needed to get a little stripped down, up close and personal, to test the waters. “Drop your clothes.”

Saying those words out loud sent a thrill through me, and honestly, I wanted to see everything. Over the years, I’d witnessed Jordan shirtless a million times but never in this context, and even though I’d tasted his cock in the bathroom of Fox’s, I hadn’t gotten a good enough look.

“Only if you do,” Jordan said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“That’s the plan.” I grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it overhead. It landed on the floor, and I attacked my belt buckle next .

Jordan had shrugged out of his Levi’s, and he reached behind to pull his tee up and over. The movement was so fluid I couldn’t help but stare, hand still on my zipper. He stood there in nothing but a pair of black briefs that clung to his lithe frame so damn well I salivated. His chest was carved with defined pecs I wanted to lick.

“Having trouble with the zipper there?” Jordan asked, the tease in his voice hot as fuck. He closed the distance between us, and his hands were on my zipper, drawing it down. My cock was hard as hell, but a zing shot right through me at the touch. My pants dropped to the ground, but Jordan stared at the blue jock I wore. “Well, damn. Maybe I’m the one having trouble now.”

The heat in his voice increased the temperature in the room a thousandfold, and damn, it was difficult to breathe.

“Drop these too.” I slid a finger along the waistband of his boxer briefs. His breath hitched, a heady response that spurred me on further. I tugged them down, his skin blazingly hot, and the more I exposed, the more mesmerized I became. Jordan didn’t have a hint of ink on him, just miles and miles of tanned skin I needed to suck and taste. His cock popped out from his boxer briefs, as delicious looking as before. He was thick and a solid length with a slight curve. Ngh.

I gave his waistband another yank until his boxer briefs pooled by his feet. Fucking hell, I wanted to drop to my knees again.

“Mmm, now you’re the one overdressed.” Jordan leaned in and pressed his lips against the side of my neck. Oh god, I was going to combust. As he crowded into my space, his cock nudged against my leg, the tip imprinting the wetness from his pre-cum. My lashes fluttered, and a moan escaped my lips. He traced the straps of my jock all the way around my ass and slipped his hands underneath. The rough calluses on his hands stoked my flames even higher .

Jordan continued to nip and suck at my neck, lazy movements as if we had a thousand years to toy and tease. As if I wasn’t burning up at the mere thought of him touching me this way. He squeezed my ass cheeks tight, and I ground my cock against his thigh. He lapped at my neck, then lightly scraped his teeth there. Shivers coursed through my whole body.

At this rate, I wasn’t sure if I’d even make it out of my jock before coming.

“Can I undo your hair?” he asked, his hot breath a puff against my ear. I’d been planning on running the show, but then Jordan got his mouth on me, his hands, and fuuuuck.

“Yeah, whatever you want.”

He tugged at the band holding it into a bun, and the strands fell onto my shoulders. “I might have a thing for pulling hair.”

“Fuckyesplease.” The words shot out of me like a slingshot volley, and I didn’t care if I sounded overeager. There was nothing I liked more than getting fucked on my hands and knees with my hair pulled. Most of the time, I was a slutty bottom, though on occasion I loved to top too.

Jordan ran his fingers through my hair, and sparks flared through me. I tipped my head back, enjoying the sensations, and he licked along my Adam’s apple. With how impulsive Jordan could be, I’d expected him to be the same with fucking, the sort to crash right in. However, he seemed determined to take me apart with his mouth, his hands, his teeth.

He wound my hair around his fist, and I ground my cock harder against his thigh. Then he tugged. My whole body responded, pleasure flooding through it right along with the slight sting of pain.

“Okay, okay, I’m five seconds from coming,” I gasped out. I reached down and shucked my jock to the floor, then kicked it to the side .

“God, you’re so responsive. That’s hot as fuck.” Jordan ran his hand down my chest, my stomach, until he stopped right above my cock. His other was still wrapped around my hair, and I wanted him to keep it right the fuck there.

“Here, get this wet.” I placed my palm in front of his mouth. He took the cue with surprising ease, leaning forward and running his tongue up and down it. The velvet feel made my legs quake, and it’d be a miracle if I survived this encounter. Damnit, that mouth.

I pulled my hand back and shifted until our cocks were right next to each other. The sight of them side by side was hot as hell. They were similar in size, except mine was thicker, while his was curved. I wrapped my hand around both, bringing them together.

“Oh, fuck.” Jordan tipped his head against mine, our gazes glued to the sight of our cocks in my hand. I shuttled my hand up and down with slow motions, using the spit for the initial glide.

His cock felt like velvet against mine, and I lost myself in the sensations, gathering a little of the pre-cum at his tip. He leaked way more than I did, copious amounts, and it was hot as hell.

“You feel so damn good,” I said.

He gave my hair another tug, and my hips bucked forward on reflex. He could do that any damn time he liked.

“Fuck, how have I never done this before?” Jordan groaned and shifted his hips along with me. We found a rhythm of fucking into my fist, our breaths coming out sharper. His hand was still wrapped around my hair, and the other rested on my hip. If I’d been worried about him getting scared off, those fears had gotten obliterated.

“Mmm.” The smartass response I wanted to say tumbled away from the pleasure rolling through me with every shift of my hips, every brush of his cock against mine. The tight squeeze of my fist around our cocks sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I gasped out at the next pass. My balls threatened to implode, but I needed to hold on a little longer.

He’d gotten to touch and taste, and I wanted the same. His gaze fixed on our cocks and my hand shuttling up and down, those blue eyes magnetic. I leaned in to the exposed part between his shoulder and neck, and I sucked on it.

“Holy shit.” He tilted his head to the side, giving me better access. I didn’t stop the motion with my hand, bringing us closer and closer, and nipped and sucked along his shoulder and up his neck, returning the favor. He tasted like the salt of sweat, a slight metallic note I couldn’t help but chase. His smell was intoxicating, all diesel and cedar, and I wanted to drown in it.

Jordan tugged at my hair again, and my eyes rolled back.

This man was pure trouble.

The schlicking sounds of our cocks in my fist, the friction of that tight tunnel, and the seductive feel of our lengths sliding against each other over and over—everything vaulted me into overload.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” Jordan moaned out. His hips snapped forward, same as mine, and we both chased the inevitable. The amount of his pre-cum that slicked the way was hot as fuck, and I wanted to wrap my mouth around his dick and suck him down all over again. However, the need to come throbbed through me with an insistent pulse, a drumbeat I couldn’t ignore.

He tugged my hair harder, and that was it.

My balls drew up, and the cum shot from me in a fierce-as-fuck wave. I sank my teeth into his shoulder as bliss flushed through me with a wrecking-ball force.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned.

I continued to move my hand, even as my cum slickened the way even more, and my cock deflated. Sweat burst across my body in the wake of my orgasm. Based on the quickened breaths coming from Jordan, he was close. My teeth were still latched onto his shoulder, and I eased back, lapping at the mark I’d made.

“Oh god.” Jordan’s lashes fluttered, and his jaw dropped as his cock throbbed in my grip. A second later, he was spilling all over my knuckles. The hot liquid gushing out turned me the fuck on, and I worked our cocks through his orgasm, even though mine was feeling oversensitive.

“Right,” Jordan said, letting go of the grip he had on my hair. “When can we do that again?” His eyes sparkled, a flush to his cheeks I wanted to memorize.

The impulse to lean in and kiss him struck me, one I’d shut down plenty of times over the years.

Except now, I didn’t have to.

Our mingled cum dripped from my hand, but fuck it. I pressed my lips to his.

“Mmm.” He moaned into the kiss as he licked into my mouth. He deepened it with ease, a warmth and seductiveness that mellowed me the rest of the way. I was a slut for kissing, and Jordan’s pillow-soft lips, his wicked tongue, the fluidity of his movements made his kiss memorable as hell. He tasted crisp like the beer we’d drunk, and the heat from this kiss traveled through me like the first sip of hot tea on a winter morning.

I lost myself in the sensation of his mouth on mine, swapping one kiss after another until my mind fuzzed over and my body relaxed from the orgasm.

Jordan pulled away, and a breath escaped him. “Okay, seriously though, that was hot as hell. ”

“Frotting, babe,” I teased and took a step back. My hand was fucking filthy with our cum, and some had dripped onto the hardwood floor.

Jordan reached down and lifted my cum-drenched hand. He let out a low whistle. “Fuck, sexy.”

To my utter shock, he leaned in and licked a stripe up one of my fingers, tasting our mingled spend.

I didn’t want to be outdone, so I brought my pointer finger to my lips and took my time licking it clean. The salty burst on my tongue hit first, then the realization that this was Jordan Ellis’s cum mixed with mine. I let out a little moan, and a jolt zapped my cock, even though it wasn’t ready to rise again yet.

Jordan shook his head, a small grin lingering on his lips. “Damn, I always knew you were hot, but I didn’t realize you were…this.” He gestured up and down my body.

I crooked an eyebrow, lazily licking another finger. Jordan’s nostrils flared. Okay, I needed to stop before I bent over, exposed my hole, and begged him to fuck me long and hard.

I walked to the sink and washed my hands, then nabbed the washcloth and dampened it.

“Toss it over.” Jordan extended his hands. I followed orders, and the wet towel hit his palms with a splat. He dropped down, knees bent, his spent cock and balls dangling between his thighs. The urge to sink to the floor and clean him off with my mouth hit me in a real way. He made quick work of wiping the spots of cum off the floor and brought the towel back to the sink.

“Now I feel like I really earned that beer.” He opened the fridge. “You want another?”

I shook my head, unable to help the amused grin on my lips. “Didn’t finish mine yet.” Honestly, I loved the way he made himself comfortable in my space, like he belonged here. It took the edge off the emptiness that had followed me around in my home as of late.

Even though we’d just gotten off, I didn’t want him to go.

Jordan’s gaze landed on the fridge. “Wait, Amanda’s getting married on New Year’s?”

I froze. My sister’s wedding had been following me around for a bit now, because I’d optimistically checked plus-one for it. I’d been hopeful I might be dating someone by then, that I didn’t have to deal with another big family event as one of the few single cousins there. Except the past six months since she’d set the date, I’d had three abysmal dates, four mediocre, and two hopefuls…who’d then ghosted me afterward.

So, all in all, bringing someone to her wedding was looking bleak.

“Uh, yeah. The whole family’s excited. They’re getting married at the resort in Riverside.” I wound my hair back in the usual bun, far too aware Jordan’s eyes tracked my movements.

“Shit, who’s going with you?” Jordan asked in typical stampeding-in fashion. “I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes, right?”

I tipped back my beer, needing it for real now. “Uh, currently no one.”

Jordan squinted at the invite again, as if he honed in on the spot where it said plus one, but he didn’t say anything.

That should’ve made me feel better, but my stomach squeezed. Not like he would attend with me. It’d be awkward all around because most of the family would expect me to be bringing a boyfriend.

“Would it make you uncomfortable if I left my clothes off?” Jordan asked.

I passed him a look. “Oh no, a hot naked guy in my house. How ever will I survive the hardship? If you’re not putting shit back on though, I’m not either. ”

“Good, gives me a chance to ogle you more.” He flashed that heartbreaker grin.

The way Jordan settled into his environment like he owned it was something I envied, and the sight of him prowling toward my living room was pure spank bank fodder. That muscular ass flexing…ngh. My cock perked up the slightest bit, even though I’d just come. Him keeping his clothes off might end up being a problem, mostly because I was going to want to get all up on that again and far too soon.

“Can we watch a Christmas movie?” Jordan called from the other room.

“Sure.” I hadn’t pegged him for the sappy holiday movie type, but who fucking knew when it came to Jordan Ellis? I’d been around him most of my life, and he still threw me curveballs.

I walked into the living room with my beer and plunked down onto my sofa next to him. Our legs brushed together, and a zing flashed through me. Fuck, I was already horny again. Jordan cast me a glance, his lip curling up in a sexy smirk. Yeah, it’d be a miracle if we made it through his movie.

“What are we watching?” I took another sip of my beer to clear my mind. Fat chance.

“Gremlins.” He turned on the TV and flipped to the streaming service it was on.

A bark of a laugh escaped me.

Yeah, that tracked. “All right, throw it on.”

I settled against the couch, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm and the way my house felt less empty tonight. Our hookups might just be a flashy new idea for Jordan to chase that would lose luster soon, but for the time being, I would enjoy every damn second.