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 want to do it again and get better. I want to make him come. And with the tiny taste of precum I thought I felt on my tongue, I want the full experience of his whole load.
He feels strong as he holds me up, even though we’re in water and I’m practically weightless. We kiss some more, his mouth just as firm as his arms.
I itch to do what I wanted to back in that hot tub in Montana. I want to wrap my fingers around his long shaft and stroke him until he can’t control himself.
Images of him in the shower, jerking himself off while watching me do the same … Fuck. I break from his mouth. “Can I … Can …” Why can’t I say it?
“What do you want?” Jordan asks. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to touch you.”
“I’ll tell you what.” Jordan carries me close to the edge until my back is pressed against the tiled lip on the side of the pool. “Wrap your hand around both of us, and while you do that, I’m going to touch you in other places.”
“Other places …”
A smile takes over his face as he moves his hand and slips a finger inside my ass crack. “You can say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
He immediately removes his hand. “Fair enough. We do this at your pace.”
“No, I meant … I don’t want to say no. I want you to touch me there.”
“Wow, when you go all in—”
“That’s what you’ll be saying later.”
Jordan looks stunned. “I’m a bad influence on you.”
“Mmhmm.” I reach between us. “You sure are.” To be able to grip both of us, I have to loosen my legs around him and sink a bit further down in the water, but when I manage to do it, a ripple of pleasure shoots through me.
“Definitely all my fault,” Jordan breathes. “I’ll take all the credit … I mean, blame.”
“It is all your fault.” I move my hand over us, gripping tight and stroking long and hard. “It’s your fault I’m this desperate for you.”
Jordan makes a guttural sound at the back of his throat and kisses me again. No holding back.
It’s nothing like on set earlier today. It’s more heightened, it’s more intense, and it surges feelings of need inside me. On set, while it did turn me on—there’s no denying that—I was conscious of my mouth, my head placement, how it would look for the camera.
Here and now, there are no cameras. There’s no one but Jordan and me, and I do what feels right.
My hand wrapped around us has stilled because I’m so focused on Jordan’s tongue and his mouth, but when he rotates his hips, sliding his cock against mine through my fist, I remember to keep going.
Jordan breaks his lips from mine just long enough to say, “Don’t stop, okay? Concentrate on what you’re doing and relax for me.”
I nod, and then his mouth is back on mine. I keep stroking us together, and that’s when Jordan’s finger presses against my hole.
I immediately do the opposite of what he told me to.
He trails his lips over my cheek and down to my neck. Where I expect him to laugh or maybe mock me for it, all he does is encourage me. “You feel so good against me. I want your body so much.” More light kisses on my skin.
It’s nothing I haven’t been told before, but the deep timber of Jordan’s voice, the way he’s holding me, I can’t deny there’s a different allure to it.
Because Jordan’s a man, because he’s taking on the dominating role here, or maybe it’s simply that I’m friends with Jordan and I know he’s not using me for my name or because I’m famous.
Yeah, that might be the most intoxicating part of all.
With him murmuring in my ear about how much he wants me, I’m able to relax.
His finger pushes inside me, and not gonna lie, it’s weird at first. It makes me squirm and not in a good way. But then Jordan’s mouth distracts me, taking my lips and pushing his tongue between them.
He teases my ass, turning me inside out as he slowly fingers me. The more he plays around, the more I begin to like it, and then out of nowhere, he hits this spot inside me, and it becomes a thousand times better.
Jordan knows it too because gone are the soft words and gentle touches. He thrusts into my fist while pressing his finger against my prostate, and I almost come unglued.
My orgasm builds and builds, climbing to impossible heights. Where I expect it to crash like a rolling wave, it teeters on the edge, never falling.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he grunts.
Yes almost falls from my mouth, but he keeps going.
“Not tonight, but it will happen. If you like my finger, imagine my cock.”