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’m breathing rapidly now, unable to take in enough air.
“I’ll take you from behind, maybe watch you ride me. Grip your hair tight.”
A moan rips from me because I want that. It’s weird that I do, but it doesn’t feel weird in this moment. It sounds hot and consuming, and he’s right. If just his finger can turn me into this writhing, needy thing, I want to see what else Jordan can do.
“Tell me when you’re close.”
Close? I’ve been close since he first touched me.
“I want to fall apart together. Come at the same time.”
“Oh, shit.” My eyes roll back. “Fuck, that’s … Yeah, I’m gonna—”
I don’t have the time or the awareness of what’s going on before I realize Jordan’s finger is gone and I’m being lifted out of the pool.
My ass lands on the tiled side, and as the first spurts of cum erupt from my cock, Jordan’s mouth covers the tip, and he sucks me down.
I slam my eyes shut, because the force my orgasm hits with is enough to make my entire body shake and quiver. Jordan’s mouth on me only intensifies the explosion.
My breath catches, and it’s all stilted, and even after I’ve run out of cum and Jordan pulls back and wipes his mouth, I still can’t breathe right.
“I thought you said pool chemicals taste gross?” I’m proud I even got half that sentence out without needing to take a breath.
He chuckles. “They do, but that was so worth it. I didn’t want you to have to taste it, especially on your first blowjob ever. You’d never give another one otherwise.”
“Aww, well, thank you for looking out for me.”
“You? I’m looking out for your future boyfriend. I’m a giver like that.”
“He thanks you in advance,” I say dryly.
I lean back, the rough surface of the cement by the pool scratchy on my back, but I don’t care. “Fuck, that wrung me out.”
“You and me both.”
Oh, wait. I lean up on my elbows. “Did you … Do I need to …” I gesture toward his cock.
“I got myself there. With swallowing you down like that, it didn’t take much. That was so hot. But, uh, could you maybe not mention to Denver I defiled his pool?”
“We’ll throw in even more chemicals. It’ll be like it never happened.”
Jordan’s face does something I can’t really read. He’s smiling, but it looks like it’s taking a lot of effort. “I guess I should get out and dry off so I can go home.”
“Home? You don’t want to stay? Denver and Mason aren’t coming home for a few days.”
He eyes me. “You want me to?”
“After that? Definitely.”
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
Getting woken up by both our phones pinging can’t be a good thing.
Jordan squirms in my arms.
“Sorry.” I pull back.
He laughs. “It’s not the first time you’ve spooned me in my sleep.”
“True.” Only, this time I’m pretty sure it was intentional. I want to keep touching him any way I can. His body is a magnet, and I want to plaster myself to him.
“Is that your phone or mine going off?” he asks.
“Both.”
“Are we in trouble?”
“Either that or we were both nominated for an Oscar when our movie isn’t even out yet.”
“Shit.” Jordan grabs his phone on the bedside table and squints at it. “New record. Seventeen missed calls from my manager. Nine from my agent. And thirteen from Jojo.”
“How did we sleep through all of that?”
“My phone is on that auto-timer thing. It switches to silent between midnight and five.”
“Ugh, it’s only five? We have to be on set in an hour.” I reach to check my phone. “Well, I have one from my people with an added text to call them back, so maybe you’re in trouble. Which makes sense. I’m the innocent one.”
Jordan rolls toward me. “What we did last night is anything but innocent.”
My ass clenches at the memory of Jordan finger fucking me in the pool. I can still feel the loss of his fingers, and I want more.
“I think we already agreed that was all your influence, though.”
Jordan’s smile and light attitude slip away. “We, should, uh, call everyone back. Find out what’s going on.”
I don’t know what I said wrong, but whatever it is, I want to take it back. Last night was … eye-opening. Freeing. I’d be an idiot to screw this up when there’s so much more I want to explore with Jordan.
He slips out of bed, his long body on full display with his bare ass right there. “I feel you watching me.” Even the mocking tone isn’t quite right.
“Did I say something wrong?” I ask.
Jordan looks at me over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“You kind of spaced out.”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just wondering what fresh hell we’ve gotten ourselves into now. I’m not used to this much drama in my life.”