Page 27 of Exhale
He was no expert, but he knew without a doubt that Owen was his future.
“Stay with me, baby,” Owen murmured, drawing his head down and kissing him.
The man’s long, hard, and thick cock plunged deep with each thrust, and Jordan could only gasp.
Sweat covered both of them, making them slick and wet.
When Owen suddenly sat up and power-lifted him, all Jordan could do was hang on. With the mattress now to his backand Owen above him, he moaned and ran his hands over every part of the hard man he could reach.
When Owen lifted his legs and spread them wide, Jordan draped them over the soldier’s thick arms.
Guiding his dick back inside, Owen entered him again in one smooth glide…oh so fucking deep.
For a moment, Jordan forgot to exhale and grew lightheaded, sending his breath gasping in the hotel room.
After that, the only thing he could do was hold on. It was a turn on just how easily Owen handled him. When Owen began thrusting, Jordan’s cock bounced, slapping against his stomach. He groaned when the head of the man’s dick punched again and again against that bundle of nerves deep inside.
Shit! Shit! He was going to come again.
Clutching the bedsheet with one hand, he gripped his cock with the other and started stroking in time with Owen’s thrusts.
“So fucking close,” Owen growled as he thrust, pegging him again.
“Oh fuuuck!” Jordan rasped, and another orgasm rolled up and over him. He shot come clear up to his own neck.
Owen emptied his balls into his ass with one long final thrust and then sprawled over him, breathing heavily.
Jordan pressed Owen’s nape and combed his fingers through the man’s dark hair.
“We sleeping like this?” he whispered groggily.
“No,” Owen said on a ragged chuckle and pushed himself up.
Jordan wasn’t sure how he did it, but Owen picked him up like he weighed nothing and walked into the bathroom before setting him on his feet.
As Owen flipped on the shower, Jordan looked his fill.
“Mmm, I love shower sex,” Jordan said with a cheeky grin.
“You’re insatiable.” Owen shook his head.
“It comes with being twenty-seven. You remember.” Jordan waggled his eyebrows.
“Smart ass,” Owen admonished and then wrapped him up in his arms and walked into the shower with him.
“Later, yes?” Jordan said, placing a slow, aching kiss on Owen’s mouth.
“Most definitely.”
The next morning…
Jordan groaned into Owen’s mouth and then lifted his head.
He had woken up a few minutes ago to find Owen gazing at him with those ultra-light blue eyes.
Who could blame him for leaning in and kissing the man’s lips?
Jordan eased back a fraction to smile
