Page 81 of Textbook Defense

Jordy inhaled a sharp breath. Rowan took the opportunity to snake his hand between their bodies and wrap lube-slick fingers around Jordy’s erection. “Tempting.” But no. He would fuck Rowan against the wall like he’d been asking for, until he clenched down on Jordy’s dick and spilled between them.

And then Jordy would throw him on all fours on the bed and take what he wanted.

“But I want to do what you’ve been asking for.” Then he grabbed Rowan by the backs of his thighs and hoisted him up.

“Fuck.” Rowan wrapped arms and legs around Jordy’s shoulders and hips to hold on.

Jordy pressed him into the wall, trusting Rowan to hold his weight so Jordy could position his dick at Rowan’s entrance.

Then he pushed.

“Ahhh-ah!” Rowan gasped into Jordy’s ear and tugged a fistful of his hair. “Oh God,” he slurred, “s’good as I imagined.”

“Haven’t—haven’t done anything yet.” Jordy grunted and tested his grip—good—and started to move.

Rowan tugged Jordy’s hair again in retaliation. “So fuck me and make it better.”

Jordy would give him whatever he wanted. With his grip still firm on Rowan’s thighs, he gave his first grinding thrust.

Rowan’s mouth dropped open. “Oh fuck—yes, that.”

Through half-focused, hazy eyes, Jordy registered the pleasure on Rowan’s face. He looked so good like that, slack-jawed with lust in Jordy’s jersey. Jordy pressed their mouths together for a sloppy openmouthed kiss and ground forward in short, sharp thrusts.

Pressed together like this, sharing breath, Rowan’s cock trapped between them, Jordy was all too aware of the fact that they hadn’t fucked like this before—face-to-face. For the past few weeks, Jordy hadn’t been brave enough to be inside Rowan while looking him in the eye. He didn’t think he could keep everything inside in such a moment of intimacy.

But the sight of Rowan in his name made his blood burn. Damn the consequences—right now Jordy didn’t want Rowan any other way.

He pulled back from the kiss to press his face into Rowan’s neck and sucked a mark into his skin.

“Jordy—”

Jordy pulled back and after a hard grind asked, “Think you can help me out, sweetheart?”

Rowan dug his nails into the skin of Jordy’s upper back. The pain sparked along Jordy’s nerve endings and made his nipples stiffen. “Wha-at?”

“Brace yourself against my shoulders and push back into the wall. If you can hold yourself up, I can fuck you harder.”

Rowan moaned and did what Jordy told him—and now Jordy could move his hips, pulling back far enough to get momentum and slamming back in hard, using gravity to get in deep—

“Fuck! There, there, there!”

—and nail Rowan’s prostate just right.

Rowan had always been what locker-room talk called a screamer, but never so loud.

Jordy slammed in again, then held still, a wicked tease that let him regroup.

“I can’t believe—that you can actually—” Even his babbling had risen in pitch and volume.

As much as Jordy loved it, as much as it stroked his ego, as much as he wanted to make Rowan fuckingsing—Jordy was a dad, and his house wasn’t that big.

With his next hard thrust forward, he shoved his jersey into Rowan’s open, gasping, moaning mouth. Rowan’s legs spasmed around Jordy’s hips, his eyes widened, and he clamped his teeth around the fabric as he let out another wail, this one muffled.

“I wanna hear your pretty noises,” Jordy promised, staring Rowan in the eye as he gave it to him, “but those noises are for me, not anyone else. God, you, fuck, you sing on my cock, and I want every goddamn note.”

Rowan’s nails dug into Jordy’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood, and Jordy felt wild with it. Rowan was so turned on he was almost screaming, clawing Jordy’s skin, and his dick was leaking so much Jordy’s jersey was soaked with it. Jordy did that. Jordy made Rowan feel this good, made his sex fantasies come to life, made him incoherent with lust. That had to mean something. It did mean something.

So Jordy braced himself and put his back in to it, to give Rowan the railing he asked for.

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