Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Ellis

When Jordan led me to his bedroom, the ground shifted under my feet. I'd had my share of casual sex. I'd had other boyfriends. But like with Clay, they'd been based on attraction first, relationship second.

And look how well that had worked out with my ex.

He was Prince Charming on the surface—but only on the surface.

Jordan was rough around the edges. He wore dorky ties, and his wavy brown hair was always wild. He said what he was thinking—sometimes without filtering himself first. He could come across as rude to someone who didn't know him.

But Jordan was as far from superficial as you could get. He was so smart and thoughtful, so generous, so loyal. He'd never use me the way Clayton had. He'd never mislead me or intentionally hurt me.

That's what made him so attractive.

Well, that and the awesome jawline, the stubble, and the cute quirk of his lips when he thought he was funny. The dimple that popped in his right cheek. The arch of his eyebrows when he was teasing me.

The intense look in his eyes when he towered over me when I was on my knees.

Saliva pooled in my mouth. Okay, yeah, so maybe there were some physical traits that attracted me too.

It was a potent mix—the emotional and the physical. Which was why standing next to Jordan's bed was so cataclysmic. The shifting and realigning of my reality.

Because, unlike with Clay, I didn't have to chase an elusive dream or guess at what he wanted.

I knew, deep inside, Jordan was the one.

Last night had been quick and spontaneous, but today, now, meant so much more. Because we both knew it wasn't a hookup. Wasn't a bit of fun.

It was our first time as a couple. The first of many, I hoped. The first of forever.

Jordan took my hand and tugged me toward him. "Are you okay? You seemed so much more relaxed last night."

"Sorry." I chuckled nervously. "I guess I'm just more aware of what this means, and I want it to be perfect."

His eyebrows drew together, making a cute wrinkle above his nose. "If you need to slow down…"

"No way." I shoved him onto the bed and climbed overtop to pin him down. "I want you so bad, and just so you know, my stamina is fantastic."

His Adam's apple bobbed. "Yeah?"

I lowered my mouth to his ear. "I want to fuck you until you pass out then wake up and beg me to do it all over again."

"W-wow," he said.

"If you're into that?" I raised up on my arms. "We've never really talked preferences."

"I, uh, don't have that much experience."

He slanted his gaze away. I brushed my thumb over his lower lip. "Are you a virgin?"

He barked a laugh. "No. I wish."

I tilted my head, and he grimaced. "Do we have to talk about this now?"

"Well, I don't want to do anything you don't want."

His gaze crashed into mine. "I want everything with you, El. No worries there."

He raised his hand to the back of my neck and tugged. I willingly lowered my mouth to his, indulging him in a long, reassuring kiss.

One kiss became two, and two became three.

Hands roamed. Clothes came off. But I hadn't forgotten his comments.

I kissed down his chest, then followed his happy trail to its destination. His cock was slim, a bit crooked, but somehow that made it look more enticing.

I nuzzled the tip, then kissed down the side of his shaft.

"Jordie," I murmured, looking up to see his eyes fixed on me just as intensely as they had been at the gym that day.

"Yeah?"

"What do you like in bed? Tell me."

"Fuck," he whispered on a shaky exhale. "I like this."

I grinned and slipped out my tongue to flick it over the top of his cock, making him hiss. "Just this?"

I teased him a bit more with soft kisses and licks, watching his body tighten and arch, watching him slowly lose the reserve that was like his personal armor.

"More," he muttered. "Suck it."

"You sure this time?"

"Yes," he growled.

I opened my mouth to take him deep, but he stopped me just like last night.

"Wait!"

I lifted my gaze to him. "If you don't like the idea of a blow job?—"

"No, that's not it. Just…turn around? I want to try to make you feel good, too."

"There's no try about it." I quickly swung my body around to straddle his shoulders and lower my face toward his hard dick. "Your mouth on any part of me feels amazing."

He exhaled, his breath tickling my balls. I widened my legs and pressed my cock toward his lips.

He took the cue and opened his mouth, gently taking me in. His tongue was wet and soft, nervously flicking around my cockhead. Hot, wet suction followed, sending pleasure flooding through me.

I moaned quietly and quickly dipped my head to take him into my mouth. Jordan bucked his hips, driving his cock up, and I wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft to stop him from choking me.

He made a mumbled sound that might have been an apology. I intentionally took him deep, swallowing as his cockhead nudged into my throat.

Jordan groaned, sending vibrations rushing through my cock.

His pleasure became mine. Mine became his. Back and forth, like a feedback loop, we fed on each other's reactions. I used my free hand to fondle his balls, then traced back along his taint and pressed against his prostate from the outside.

He made a choking sound and flooded my mouth with his cum. I swallowed the best I could, though gravity stole some of it from me as it leaked from my mouth and back down his shaft.

Jordan pulled his head back to gasp in air noisily, then croaked out, "Fuck, sorry. I came too soon."

I swung my leg over his body and turned to face him. "There's no such thing as too soon. I wanted you to come, and you did. Win-win."

He frowned at my hard cock glistening with his saliva. "But you didn't."

"That can be easily fixed. Open your mouth."

Jordan opened up, and I shuffled forward on my knees to feed my cock through his parted lips. The sixty-nine was good. I loved the pleasure exchange of it. But watching Jordan take my cock? Nothing could be sexier.

His eyes fixed on me as his lips stretched wide.

"That's so good, Jordie," I murmured. "Your mouth is hot."

He tentatively reached out, hand hovering over my abs.

"Touch me," I encouraged. "I want to feel you everywhere."

He flattened his hand against my stomach, then coasted his palm up the center of my chest and over one pec. He squeezed the muscle, making me grunt, then flicked my nipple.

A small spark flashed from my nipple to my cock, which was still encased in hot, wet, sucking mouth. I rocked a bit, my pleasure mounting.

Jordan now had two hands on me, caressing me. There was something so sweet about it. Even as I fucked his mouth, he touched me so reverently, like it was a true privilege to put his hands on me. He didn't just go for the sexy zones either. He swept his hands up my flanks, slipped them around to my back. He traced my spine, dipped down to my ass, then stroked over the sharp curve of my hips.

That's when I realized he was mapping my body. Maybe even trying to memorize each dip and curve.

His tongue curled around my cock while his hands held my waist, and my orgasm hit suddenly, fiercely, profoundly.

I fell back with a cry, unraveling as my cock spurted across his lips and chin. I shook apart, split at the seams, then reassembled.

I tried to hold on to the feeling—the burst of pleasure, the overwhelm, the release and renewal—but it ebbed like the tide, slipped through my fingers like sand.

"Was that okay?" Jordan asked.

I blinked, trying to focus my thoughts after that blinding experience. "Okay?" I croaked. "It was…so much better than exercise."

Jordan snorted. "I don't know if that's a compliment or not."

"It is," I said, shifting forward to kiss him, licking away the flecks of cum that remained on his lips. "Our friends were right. I didn't even know how good sex could be."

Jordan's bemused expression slowly spread into a smug smile.

"So what you're saying is that I'm better than Clay?"

I smirked, aware of his jealousy and the tiniest bit flattered by it. "What I'm saying is that you're better than everyone else, Jordie. And you always will be. Because you're you."

"And that's all it takes to get you off, huh?"

"Pretty much."

He slipped his arms around me, holding me close. "Then I guess I figured out my preference in bed."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm. It's Ellis. My preference is and always will be you."

"That's pretty sappy for you."

"I know. I'm disturbed and disgusted with myself."

I laughed. "We can be disgusting together, then." I kissed him once more. "Because my preference is Jordie. But to be more specific, I'd like to fuck Jordie's ass, if Jordie is into that, of course."

"Jordie is into trying." He rolled his eyes as he caught himself speaking in the third person. "I mean, I am into trying. I haven't ever bottomed, but I've always wanted to. It's just that my few hookups haven't gone well enough to get that far."

I raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

He grimaced. "Uh, let's just say I'm not the smoothest guy in the world with this stuff."

"You seemed pretty smooth today."

"Well, you're different. You're…you."

I smiled down at him. "Yeah. You being you made it better for me, too."

"I'm glad. I was a little afraid I'd ruin it…I guess it's good that last night I thought it might be a one-time chance. It helped me just go for it instead of worrying about messing it up. Otherwise…" He shrugged. "I just have a way of ruining the moment by saying the wrong thing."

"Impossible."

His lips quirked. "You do know me, right?"

I grinned. "Yup. I can guarantee you'll never ruin the moment with me, because I love who you are, unfiltered, tactless comments and all."

Jordan combed a hand through my hair. "You know that I love you too, right? Do I even need to say it?"

"Well, everyone likes to hear it now and then."

His eyes met and held mine. "I love you, Ellis Woods. So much. I've been in love with you since, I don't know, probably about three days after we met."

I mock-gasped. "Not since the day you first laid eyes on me? I'm hurt."

"Well, I thought you were hot for sure," he said with a grin. "But I'm not shallow. I had to know you were worthy of my love."

"And you're sure now?" I checked.

"I've been sure for a long time. Just didn't think I'd ever be worthy of yours."

"You were always worthy. I was just stupid."

"You weren't stupid. You're loyal. So loyal you wanted to make it work with Clay even after he ended it. And in your defense, he was an idiot to let you go. It made no sense."

"Thank you!" I said. "It really didn't. I was a total catch!"

"And now you're my catch."

"I am." I settled onto the pillow beside him and slung an arm across his stomach. "You're my catch too. Don't even think of trying to get away."

He chuckled. "As if I'd ever try."

I smiled into another kiss, utterly content. Jordan's word was always good. If he said he'd never leave me, he never would. But then, I'd already known that his love ran deeper than anything Clay had professed to feel.

I'd been kidding myself with him. I'd worked to decipher his words and moods because he wasn't always forthcoming. I'd expected a proposal and got a breakup, which just showed how far out of sync we were.

With Jordan, I knew exactly where I stood—or lay, as the case might be right now.

Right beside him. With him.

The two of us, best friends, but also so much more.