Page 63 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

I look at her. “For me?”

“Yeah, you. We should have a system for when you... you know, wantmeto followyou.”

I chuckle. “Just assume always, Jordan.”

“I’m serious,” she says, laughing.

“So am I.”

“You can drop a drumstick?” she suggests.

I lift my head, feigning a gasp. “I wouldneverdisrespect my gear like that.”

“Well, think of something. You’re doing so much for me,” she says. “I want to do something for you.”

“Like what?” I ask. “Like wrapping those sweet lips around my hard cock?”

She inhales sharply, but she doesn’t blink. “Yes,” she says.

I smile. “I’ll think about it.”

I kiss her again as I touch my palms to the wall behind her, trapping her between them. I hold her there with closed eyes, water tickling across my skin as I suck her bottom lip betweenmy teeth. She kisses me back, humming softly, her hand sliding down my chest toward my…

I release a groan.

“Yes,” I say as she strokes me across her palm. “Yes.”

Jordan lowers to her knees. Pleasure fires through my shaft, her lips wrapping around me, her tongue swirling around my tip. I hold back the urge to come already, needing this sight to last as long as possible.

Jordan takes me deep into her mouth. My legs shake. I plant my hands firmly against the wall, a deep groan building in my chest. Every suck, every little swipe of her tongue, sends me further toward climax. Still, I hold back. I watch and feel andneed.

When she rests one hand against my balls, I grunt with desire, the dual sensation of her caressing hand and hot mouth almost too much.

I whisper her name. She peeks up at me with little drops of water on her long eyelashes, and she takes me deeper; so deep I feel the push of her throat.

I groan; the sight so sexy, the pleasure too great. “Fuck,” I say. “I’m coming.”

Jordan doesn’t pull me out. I watch my dick quiver as it spills onto her tongue. She takes it, her throat working as she swallows, and I…

I fall just a little bit more for Jordan Peck.

I grab her arms and hoist her off the floor. Forcing her back against the wall, I kiss her hard, my hands cupping her beautiful face.

“Please,” I whisper.

Jordan chuckles. “Please, what?”

“Please. Let me return the favor.”

She blinks once, then shakes her head. “No.”

“Please.”

Her firm touch on my chest makes me pause. “Not now,” she says, leaving me with hope. “Okay? Not yet.”

I bite down hard, my entire body buzzing for more of her; to taste her and make hermine.

But I back off. She has to want it, too.

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