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)
I grind against him. “Ready to fuck me now?”
Jordan’s eyes darken. “I’ve been ready since Montana.”
“Good.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jordan
Blake leans back and slowly opens his robe, slipping it off his broad shoulders. His blond hair falls in his face as he looks down between us, his hard cock pressing against mine behind my boxer briefs.
I’m sure the sight is hot, but I can’t tear my gaze away from Blake’s face. He’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.
I used to think of myself as an optimistic kind of guy, and to a point, I am, but if anything the last eleven years have taught me, it’s that I’ve turned bitter somewhere along the way.
I thought I was above it all, that I didn’t care I wasn’t relationship material, but it turns out it cuts deeper than I care to admit.
Blake’s saying all the right things; he’s offering himself to me, and as much as I crave to jump all in, there’s the voice in the back of my head screaming at me that Blake doesn’t know what he wants.
He wants me now, but what will he want in a few months? What will he do when our schedules have us apart for months at a time and he gets lonely?
“Jordan.” Blake’s voice brings me back to here and now. His tone begs me to focus.
I reach between us and grip his cock, loving when Blake’s eyes roll back and his kissable lips part.
Leaning forward, I kiss along his insanely square jawline that earns him the big bucks on film. My hand travels down his spine and dips into the crease of his ass. “You want to do this right here?” I ask. “Want to ride me?”
“Yes.” He sits back. “But lube.”
It’s on the floor, a little out of reach, but that doesn’t stop Blake from leaning over the side to try to get it without leaving my lap.
I can’t help it—I grab a handful of ass cheek as he does it. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside him. I take advantage of his position and shuffle to take off my underwear, at least down to my thighs.
Like him, I don’t want to stop touching him while we get ready.
He comes back with both the lube and a condom, dropping the lube on my stomach as he opens the foil wrapper and starts rolling the condom down my dick.
His hands on me send a shiver down my spine.
I know I shouldn’t compare him to others—that’s exactly what he’s asking me not to do—but it’s hard not to when Blake’s exactly the same yet somehow different than what I’m used to in these situations.
Sex with previously presumed straight guys is usually me doing all the work, advancing to the next stage. At least the first couple of times.
Blake has no issues with taking charge. When he’s finished with the condom, he takes the lube again and dribbles it down my cock and then coats his fingers.
He reaches behind him, and I can see in his face the moment his finger breaches his tight ring of muscle. He closes his eyes, and a shuddery breath falls from his lips.
I want to offer to do that myself, but watching him do it is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, so instead, I stroke his cock and keep watching.
After a couple of minutes, he starts thrusting into my hand, rocking his hips. He rides his fingers until precum leaks from his tip, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Are you ready?” I croak.
“I … I think so.”
“Go slow.” I grab the base of my cock while Blake positions himself on top of me.
The head of my dick presses against his hole, and it takes all of my strength not to thrust inside him.
He lets out a long, slow breath, and when I meet his gaze, his focus is intense. A line appears above his brow, making him look like his stubborn and determined Coby character.
Instead of encouraging him with words, I use my lips. I cup the back of his head to bring his mouth to meet mine and move my tongue against his, silently waiting for him to relax while trying not to explode inside him.
He eases down on me while I kiss him. It’s supposed to be a distraction for him, but it’s for me as well. The more of me he takes, the more pleasure that surges through me. He’s cautious, stretching himself properly on my cock.
When Blake’s fully seated, he breaks the kiss and leans back, locking his eyes on mine. For a moment, we stay like that, getting lost in each other’s gaze while I’m buried deep inside him.
Our connection is more than naked bodies coming together.
He braces his hands on my shoulders and tests out rotating his hips before moving up and down over my cock. The whole time, he never takes his eyes off mine. It’s as intense as it is hot. I’m not going to come like this, but that makes it better because it’s drawing it out. Warmth builds in my gut, my balls tighten, but I never reach the edge.