Page 139 of The Chance

“Pop the button.”

I shiver and pant and do just that.

His hand lowers along with the zipper, cupping my balls and rolling them gently, pulling a moan from deep in my gut.

“This is the opposite of not touching me,” I breathe out.

He hums and sinks his teeth into my neck. “You’re the definition of temptation, Mac. Tell me to stop.”

Shaking my head, I lean back until I feel him from shoulder to ass.

A strangled noise vibrates his chest, and he lifts my shirt with his free hand, pressing the palm over my heart. I’m not sure if he meant to, but the motion still has my eyes blurring.

Holding me to him, he wraps a fist around the base of my cock and jerks.

“Oh,fuck, baby.”

Slowly, leisurely, he pumps along my length all the way to the tip, twisting around the crown then pulling back.

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him work me over, his hands both holding me together while tearing me apart.

“I’ve got you, mi Vida,” he rasps in my ear and a shiver rolls over my spine. “Come apart. I got you.”

Head falling back to his shoulder, my balls draw up tight to the swirl of pleasure in my lower belly as I meet his glinting gaze in the mirror.

His tongue darts out, swiping a long line down my neck and I’m done for.

“J-Jordan!” I call out with rolled back eyes and ropes of cum shooting across the vanity.

“Fuck yes, Vida,” he growls, the vibration rolling across my skin as his hips rut into my ass. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I jerk in his palm, the last bit of my release landing on his hand, and groan. “God, yourmouth.”

His chuckle is deep. “You mean this one?”

I crack open an eye just in time to catch his tongue slotting through the mess in his palm.

He groans and my heart stops.

But then he’s sucking my release from his fingers with fluttering lashes like I’m the best thing to ever touch his tastebuds and my entire body breaks out in goosebumps.

“Oh, God.”

The hum of agreement shoots straight to my balls, and I turn in his arms, slamming my lips to his.

He kisses me breathless, fireworks going off inside my chest long enough to stop my heart and leave the ends of my hair tingling.

He pulls back and presses his forehead to mine.

“We should get moving.”

My head rolls over his in what I think is a nod as I reach blindly behind me and snag the abandoned toothbrush from the countertop.

“I don’t have an extra one.”

He kisses me one more time and snags the offer, popping it between his smiling lips. “Thanks, Vida.”

I nod and step out of his way, though I’m full-on melting inside.

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