Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Jordan

What just happened? I walked Ellis toward his dorm, my mind reeling as I tried to make sense of the kiss on the dance floor. One minute I'd told El that Clayton was watching, and the next?—

My mind screeched to a halt.

Was that what the kiss was? A way to make Clayton jealous? My heart dropped. Ellis had seemed so into the kiss, but maybe that was my imagination. I didn't have a lot of experience in that department. I'd attempted a hookup once or twice, but let's just say that I wasn't the smoothest guy and leave it at that.

The kiss with Ellis had been something else. Something mind-blowing. Not that it was surprising. This was Ellis, and I was ridiculously in love with him and had been for at least a year. The kiss had sizzled for me, but for El, who knew?

"Jordan?" Ellis said. "You okay?"

I blinked, realizing that we'd arrived at his dorm building.

"Yeah. Just lost in thought."

"Good thoughts?" He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "Naughty thoughts?"

"Uh…"

Ellis hooked a finger through my belt and tugged me toward him. Right up against his built pecs and rippling abs. "Thank you for being there when I needed you."

"Of course. I'll always be there when you need me."

"I'm beginning to see that." He paused. "And speaking of need…"

"Yeah?"

He grabbed my tie and tugged me down to his mouth. He kissed me hard, almost too fast for me to process, sending a fresh bolt of lust through me.

"Come inside with me?"

My heart hammered. Was he…inviting me in? Like, for sex?

I searched his eyes. They were full of promise. But I hesitated too long.

Ellis drew back. "I mean, only if you want. I thought?—"

"Yes," I blurted.

I grabbed his face and kissed him, letting loose the tight hold I kept on my feelings for him. Every ounce of longing, yearning, craving poured into that kiss, turning it scorching within seconds.

When I released Ellis, he stumbled a step, and I had to grab his arm to steady him.

"Damn," he said. "Okay."

"Too much?"

He grinned. "Just the right amount. Fuck. We need to get inside before I rip off your clothes in the street."

I laughed nervously. "No one wants to see that."

"I do," he said seriously.

Before I could overthink the decision, Ellis had grabbed my hand and begun pulling me up the steps to the building's front door. We speed-walked down the hall without speaking, our breaths echoing loudly.

El's room wasn't far. He pulled a key from an impossibly tiny pocket, which took some squirming to achieve, and holy fuck, my cock was so hard I could pass out any second.

A distant part of my mind was trying to tell me to stop, to ask some questions. What did this mean? Did El like me? Was this just a one-time hookup because that kiss made him horny, or was it a change in our relationship?

But the larger part of my focus—what little focus there was at all—locked on Ellis as he stepped inside and slipped those suspenders over his big shoulders.

His nipples had tightened into peaks, and I couldn't stop staring at the hard curves of his muscles as I kicked the door shut behind me.

"Jordie," he said quietly. "Come here."

My eyes snapped to his, and the desire there drew me toward him like a magnet. This wasn't some guy with a model-worthy body. This was my best friend. The guy who had become the center of my world.

Ellis drew me into another kiss, but this one was different. It was soft at first, slow, a leisurely exploration of lips and tongues. My hands found his ass once more, my favorite spot, and I squeezed his tight cheeks.

He groaned and rocked forward, his cock rubbing against my thigh.

"You're so hard," I murmured in wonder.

"You make me so hot," he said, which made me wonder briefly if this was a dream. Then his mouth was latched onto my throat, his hands were tugging my shirt out of my pants, and everything slipped from slow motion to hyper speed.

My tie was tugged loose, my shirt ripped open, and Ellis traced his tongue along my collar bone before dipping lower to flick one of my nipples.

I shuddered and grasped his hair, not really pushing him but just holding on as he licked fiery trails around my nipples and down my stomach.

I sucked in a breath, suddenly remembering that unlike El, I wasn't a perfect specimen of fitness.

"Breathe," Ellis murmured as he went to his knees.

It reminded me of that moment at the gym when Ellis had been taking my measurements. He'd kneeled at my feet, and the image of him there, face so close to my cock, had been more than I could handle.

I'd stopped him and stepped away before I popped a boner right then and there. Now, though, my boner was a foregone conclusion. In fact, it was the desired one. And there was no way in hell I was stopping or stepping away.

Ellis popped open my slacks and carefully unzipped my pants, then gave them a little push that sent them sliding down my legs. My dick pressed against my plain black briefs, distending the fabric. A wet spot gave away just how needy I was.

El's gaze flicked up to my face. "Can I blow you?"

A little spurt of precum escaped my tip, giving my answer before I did.

"Yes," I croaked.

Ellis dipped his fingers into my waistband, but I caught his hands. "Wait."

His gaze met mine again.

"Not yet. I'll come."

His lips curved. "That's the point, Jordie."

Fuck me . Hearing Jordie on his lips when we were both half-naked and hard was only pushing me closer to the edge.

I grabbed his arm and tugged him up. "You first. I'm not…uh. Just…tell me how to make you feel good, okay? You first. Then me."

His eyebrows went up in surprise, but Ellis backed toward his bed with a sexy smirk. "Okay, I won't turn down a man who wants to please me."

My heart skipped. I hoped I wasn't setting his expectations too high. I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

"Just tell me what to do."

"Okay, let's get naked. I want to feel all of you pressed against all of me."

My skin went up in flames, and I hurried to comply, nearly tripping over my pant legs. It was hardly my fault for being clumsy. Ellis was peeling off those tight booty shorts, leaving him in nothing but combat boots.

His calves bulged, his thighs were thick and defined, and that hard, carved body contrasted with a face that was beautiful and soft.

I managed to untangle myself, rid myself of my shoes, and finally approach the bed.

Ellis lay back against the pillows, stroking his thick cock as I approached.

"C'mere," he said softly as I hesitated.

He grasped my arm, tugged me down over him, and manhandled me into position on top of him, chest to chest, cock to cock, legs entwined.

"Whoa," I breathed.

"This muscle comes in handy once in a while," he said with a wink.

"Your body is incredible."

"Yours too."

"No, don't even?—"

Ellis tugged me down into a kiss. His hands landed on my back, coasted down my spine, then cupped my ass and squeezed. He rocked me against him, sliding our cocks between us, and I gasped.

"There's lube in the table next to us. Can you get it?"

I fumbled for the drawer and rummaged around in the darkness for the tube. When my fingers closed around it, I gave it to Ellis. He flicked the cap open, squirted some lube into his palm, then lowered it to slick our cocks.

"Fuck," I whispered.

There were so many sensations to process. El's cock against mine. His fist tight and slippery around us both. The erotic slide of the lube. The hard chest beneath me, the hot breaths against my neck.

Ellis bucked his hips, thrusting his cock through his fist, rubbing along my shaft, and I started rocking my hips, allowing him to guide me into rutting against him.

Our mouths met, kissing frantically, wet and dirty, intermingled with gasps and moans.

"Fuck, Jordan," Ellis mumbled in a deep, gravelly voice. "Gonna come so hard for you."

"Oh god, please," I begged.

It was taking everything in me not to bust all over him. I'd meant it when I said I wanted him to come first. I was such an amateur. If I came too soon, and then he didn't… I'd just never forgive myself.

"Pinch my nipples," Ellis gasped. "Hard."

I grabbed the buds and squeezed.

"Harder."

I twisted, almost afraid of hurting him, and then in a moment of inspiration I lowered my face and bit his right nip with my teeth.

Ellis arched with a guttural cry, and I felt his cock pulse against mine, and instantly, the building pressure inside me broke like a wave, drowning me in so much pleasure I didn't know if I'd ever surface again.

I shook and moaned, cock firing shot after shot between us, and when I finally came back to awareness, Ellis was gently rolling me off his body.

"I'll get something to clean up with."

"Okay."

He dug through a laundry basket and came back with a towel. Ellis wiped me off, then him. I suddenly felt weirdly exposed, lying there with a limp dick.

I felt emotionally naked, too. Like, if I stayed, El would see everything I'd been working so hard to hide. How much I wanted this all the time. How much I loved him. I didn't know if he wanted that, if this was anything serious for him, and right then, the idea of asking and hearing the wrong thing was too much for me to handle.

I jumped from the bed and began dressing.

"You don't have to—" Ellis paused. "I mean, I wasn't trying to throw you out."

"That's okay." I tucked my tie into my pants pocket and hurriedly buttoned my shirt, though I could tell I'd gotten off-track and it was crooked. "I, uh, have an early class, and I'm sure you've got clients at the gym, so…"

"I guess it is pretty late," Ellis said.

"We've got a lot of work to do on the lawsuit, too." I knew I was talking too much. "I'm just gonna…" I motioned vaguely toward the door.

We stepped toward each other, suddenly awkward and unsure. I went for a hug. He went for a kiss. We ended up with a weird kiss grazed across my ear.

I ducked out of the door before I could embarrass myself any further.

A walk of shame was nothing compared to the sprint I did to my car parked back at the party. My shirt was half-buttoned, my body still tingling, and my head spun with the thought that nothing would ever be the same.