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I lean down to kiss her, and know, without a doubt, that it’s mine too.
CHAPTERFORTY
JORDAN
“Let’s get started on one of those orgasms right now,” I murmur against her lips, rolling her nipples between my fingers, plucking them as Jo gasps into my mouth. I grip the hem of her T-shirt and pull it up, breaking the kiss to tug it over her head and toss it away. Diving right down, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight peak.
“Shit,” Jo moans out, her hands streaking under my shirt to trace my abs, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as my muscles flex under her touch. “I love the feel of your mouth on me.”
“I want my mouth on all of you,” I mutter against her skin as I switch sides, rolling my tongue around her other nipple as I slide my hands up her smooth thighs, my fingers tracing the edge of her underwear under her shorts. I can already feel her pussy hot and ready for me, and my cock throbs in my shorts at the thought of sinking deep inside her. “You are fucking mine, and I want to taste every single inch of you.”
“Then start right here,” Jo says, her voice low and desperate as I ghost a finger down her slit over her underwear and back up again. The wet spot already forming has my mouth watering and my cock turning to steel. Jo pulls me up and crashes her lips to mine, then tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor to join hers, her eyes filled with lust and fire that matches my own. “Get on your knees, Jordan. Show me how much you love me.”
“Oh, I’ll show you,” I murmur, gripping her hips and licking a path down her jaw, grazing my teeth over her collarbone and kissing down her torso as she tangles her fingers in my hair. I drop to my knees on the wood floor and curl my hands in the waistband of her shorts, stripping them off. “I’ll show you and tell you and fucking scream it while I slide so deep inside you, you’ll feel me forever, which is as long as I’m keeping you, Hurricane.”
I run my nose over her slit, letting the scent of her arousal flood my senses, dragging my tongue over her clit through the cotton and smiling wickedly at her sharp intake of breath. The way her fingers tighten in my hair. “By the time this morning is over, there won’t be a single doubt left in your head that you are mine, Jo. Fucking. Mine.”
I pull her underwear down her legs and throw it on the growing pile of clothes on the kitchen floor, glancing up to see Jo’s eyes locked on me, the heat in them stoking the inferno racing through my blood. With a hand on each knee, I push her legs open, baring all of her to me. “Fucking gorgeous…and already so wet for me,” I murmur, reaching up and taking Jo’s hands, placing them on the edge of the counter. “Hold on tight, Jo Jo. I’m starving, and your dripping cunt is the only thing I want to eat.”
“Do it,” Jo rasps out, gripping the edge of the counter. “Now, J.”
“My fucking pleasure,” I say, spreading her open with my thumbs and dipping my head, dragging my tongue through her slit, groaning as her taste explodes on my tongue. “Goddamn, you taste so fucking good, Hurricane,” I mumble against her as I circle her clit lightly with my tongue and she lets out a low moan. “Your pussy is my favorite flavor. It’s calledmine.”
Gripping her thighs, I throw her legs over my shoulders and tug her to the edge of the counter, sucking her clit into my mouth and driving two fingers deep inside her, curling them against her front wall.
“Holy fuck,” Jo gasps, her head falling back against the cabinets. “I’m so close already. How do you do that?”
I flick her clit with my tongue, fucking my fingers in and out of her as her release drips down my hand and her thighs tighten around my head. “It’s you and me, Hurricane. We are fire together. Come for me, Jo, and let me hear you when you do.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard, rubbing her g-spot with my fingers, my cock leaking inside my boxer briefs when Jo clenches around me, a whimper falling from her throat that turns to a moan as her legs tremble. When I add a third finger and curl them deep, flicking my tongue over her clit while I suck, she detonates with a deep cry, her release flowing into my mouth as I lick up everything she gives me. Her thighs clamp around my head, and I stick with her through her orgasm, lapping at her clit and pumping my fingers slowly.
I grip my cock through my shorts with my free hand, squeezing at the base, trying to get some relief, but there is none to be had because Jo is everywhere. Her moans in my head and her taste on my tongue and need and love for her whipping through me like a storm. I’m consumed by her, and no amount of her would ever be enough. She’s just coming down from her orgasm when I drive my tongue deep inside her, gripping her waist and holding her in place, when she gasps and tries to scramble away from the onslaught of sensation.
I chuckle darkly against her, tightening my grip on her hips. “You said multiple orgasms in the kitchen, Hurricane, and that’s exactly what you’re fucking getting. I’m not nearly done with you.”
Jo’s mouth drops open, but no sound comes out as I lift her hips and hold her against my mouth, eating her like a man possessed, because that’s what I am. I’m possessed by her. By her taste and her smell and the sounds she makes when I graze my teeth over her clit and then suck it back into my mouth. Pulsing my lips around her as her arousal drips down my chin, I think I could eat her for hours—for days—and it would never be enough.
“Fuck, Jordan,” Jo cries out, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles turn white as her legs start to shake. “I’m coming again.”
“I know, Jo Jo, I can feel it. Give it to me.” It’s like my words give her permission and she explodes around me, screaming my name up at the ceiling, her head knocking back against the cabinet as she rides my face until she collapses back against the cabinets.
Standing up, I wrap my arms around her and press my lips to hers, licking into her mouth and letting her taste herself on my tongue. It’s raw and filthy, and I love it when she wraps her legs around my waist and hums against my lips, slicking her tongue against mine like she wants to taste every drop.
“You are so fucking perfect, Hurricane,” I murmur against her lips. “Coming twice for me like that. Now, I think you said something about bedroom orgasms too?”
Jo huffs out a laugh, dropping her head to my shoulder and tangling her fingers in my hair. “I don’t know if I have the energy for bedroom orgasms after that.”
I hold her tight and press my hips forward to grind my rock-hard cock against her, thrusting up to hit her clit, grinning when she hisses and rocks her hips into mine. “I mean, if you’re too tired, I totally get it. We can save bedroom orgasms for later.”
“I was totally kidding.” Jo lifts her head to meet my eyes, and the amusement in hers has me grinning wider. The combination of heat and humor between us will never, ever get old. “Take me to my room, J. We’ve got some more work to do.”
I press a kiss to her lips and then lift her into my arms, loving the way her legs and arms wrap tighter around me. Wondering if maybe I can just hold her like this for the rest of my days. “Lead the way, Hurricane.”
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
JO
Jordan lays me down on my bed, his eyes dark with lust as he stands, his gaze raking over me. At one point, this kind of open perusal of my naked body would make me want to cover up, but the heat and lust in Jordan’s eyes make me feel like the most powerful woman on the planet. In the galaxy.
