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“Holy shit,” I cry, as he sucks my clit into his mouth again and flicks it with his tongue over and over until I’m whimpering and squirming and trying to get closer, frustratingly pinned down by his strong arms against my hips.
“I need…” I gasp, not entirely sure what I need except forsomething.
“You need more?” Jordan murmurs against me, spearing his tongue inside me as his thumb presses against my clit, rolling in firm circles that have me hurtling towards the edge.
“Please,” I gasp out.
“Hold on, Hurricane.”
In a fuckhot feat of strength that almost has me coming on the spot, Jordan tightens his grip on my hips and rolls onto his back, flipping me with him, so I’m face down, my pelvis splayed directly over his face. He slides his hands up my torso, pushing me until I’m upright, my knees straddling his head as his fingers flick my nipples and I get an electric shot straight to the clit.
That thing where I was dead before? Now I’m actually dead because Jordan says nothing. He just rolls my nipples between his fingers and cocks an eyebrow at me as if to say,come and get it. And all of a sudden, I’m not Jo Evans, with no significant sexual experience to speak of. I’m Jo Evans, sex goddess, who sits her pussy right onto the mouth of the gorgeous man and rides.
Jordan anchors his hands on my hips as he shoves his tongue back inside me and rocks me over his face, hitting my clit so perfectly my hands fly out to grab the headboard, so I don’t topple face first into it.
“Fuck, yes,” Jordan grunts, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “Give it to me, Jo. Fucking soak me.”
The noises Jordan makes as he eats me are unholy, and just as I think I can’t take one more ounce of sensation, he slides a hand around to my ass, trailing down until he finds my entrance and pushes two fingers deep inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, gripping the headboard, rolling my hips over him and then grinding down onto his fingers. The pleasure makes my head spin as my orgasm builds. Every time I think I’ll fall over the edge, Jordan hits another place inside me I didn’t know I had, and I climb even higher.
“Please, Jordan,” I moan, my hips losing their rhythm as the pleasure takes over. He tightens his hand on my hip to anchor me to him, as if to say,I’ve got you. And he does, because two seconds later, he sucks my clit into his mouth, roughing over it with his tongue at the same time his fingers curl against my front wall. I explode, my orgasm slamming into me so hard my vision blurs at the edges as I cry out, waves of pleasure rolling over me until I’m mumbling incoherently, holding on for dear life as Jordan works me through it.
When the pleasure finally ebbs, he helps me roll onto my back where I lay, my chest rising and falling, my heart thundering against my ribcage.
“Am I dead?” I gasp out. “It feels like maybe I am.”
Jordan laughs, and when I open my eyes, he’s hovering over me, a satisfied smile on his face. He dips his head and kisses me, licking into my mouth so I can taste myself, and it’s the hottest moment of my life.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
JORDAN
With my mouth on Jo’s, my tongue slicking against hers, I grind my hips down, sucking in a breath at the feel of her wet heat against my cock, at the shot of pleasure that races up my spine despite the barrier of my shorts between us. I’m trying to go slow, understanding the enormity of this night for both of us. But with her writhing under me, gasping as I slide against her clit, the word slow is disappearing from my vocabulary.
And when Jo slides her hands under my shirt, tracing her fingers over my abs, humming into my mouth when my muscles flex under her touch, slow stops being a thing entirely. Sitting up on my knees, I reach behind me and pull my shirt off, throwing it on the floor.
“Holy shit, how are you even real?” Jo breathes, her gaze raking down my torso.
I laugh, realizing not for the first time that I have never laughed as much in a bedroom as I have tonight. It’s a revelation and a relief that Jo and I are still the same together, even as we take this massive step. The foundation of friendship is strong and grounding, even while we’re becoming more, and it’s different from anything I’ve experienced before.
I lock eyes with Jo and bite my lower lip, running my hand over my abs just to see how she’ll react, and I am not disappointed. Her gaze turns molten. She sits up, running a finger along the waistband of my shorts, her gaze trained on my dick.
“Can I?” she asks.
I reach down and tip her chin up so she’s looking at me. “Hurricane, you can touch me anywhere you want. Everywhere. I wish you would. You never have to ask. My cock is already literally dripping for you.”
Jo curls her hands in the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down slowly, taking my boxer briefs with them. My cock springs out, hard as granite and leaking.
“Oh, my fuck.” Jo’s eyes are wide as she takes me in, and I chuckle, pushing my shorts and underwear down and kicking them away. “You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen that many, but you know. There is no way that’s fitting inside of me. It’s not scientifically possible.”
I give myself a couple of long, slow strokes, hissing at the contact. Jo’s eyes track the movement, her tongue sliding over her lower lip. “Oh, we’ll make it fit.” I reach down and swipe a finger through her slit, pushing my finger inside her, loving the way she clamps around me, the moan that rips from her throat. “For science. Science says this perfect pussy was made to be full of me.”
“Science is so smart.” Jo gasps, and I laugh again as I fuck my finger in and out of her, adding a second and rolling my thumb over her clit. With my other hand, I push her shoulder gently, and she falls back on the bed. I crawl over her, my fingers working her over, stretching her out as her hips start to rise and fall to meet my hand.
“That feels so good,” Jo moans out, raking her fingers down my torso, wrapping a hand around my cock and stroking, swiping her thumb over the precum pooling at my slit. When she sucks her thumb into her mouth to taste me, her inner muscles clench around my fingers and I groan at the dual sensation of her pussy tightening around my fingers and her hand on my dick.
“Was that a good groan?” she asks, smirking up at me even as her breathing quickens and her pulse flutters in her throat.
