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“For research, right? What kind of book are you writing, exactly?” Drew asked with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I’m judging. I would read the hell out of this.”

12

Drew

Chapter12–Drew

I knew I had claimed to be an adult with a firm handle on my sexual desires, but once I’d had a taste of Jordan, there was no way I could resist coming back for more. I spent all day, every day, dreaming about that man.

And no matter how much I told myself that it was nothing more than sex, in my heart, I knew that was a lie.

Jordan was like a whirlwind, a gust of ocean breeze, fresh and fragrant, impossible to hold in my hand, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. Every time I brought up the possibility of us becoming more, though, I could feel him pulling away from me. His parents really did a number on him. From what little he’d told me, it sounded like they went back and forth between violent arguments and ignoring each other for days, but it went beyond that. They had used Jordan as a pawn, undermining each other’s pathetic attempts at parenting. It was a wonder he turned out to be such an incredible human being.

Being with him, it triggered something deep inside myself, something primal dating back millennia, making me want to beat my chest and drag him back to my cave where I could protect him from predators. It took an obscene amount of focus not to revert to a caveman. As a respectable modern alpha male, I knew I couldn’t go back in time to his childhood to undo the damage, but I was determined to do whatever I could to ease his heart, mind, and soul now and for the future. If that meant agreeing with him that we were nothing more than fuck-buddies, fine, I could do that. And ultimately, if that meant letting him go when he inevitably decided to cut ties… well, then I would just have to find a way to live with that too, if that was what was best for him.

But I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Jordan had some kind of lunch meeting with his agent today to discuss the first five chapters of his new book, but he’d texted me halfway through their meal. “Help. Me. This is torture! Please tell me you’ll meet me at my place in an hour? I’m gonna need you to fuck away all memory of this meeting!” He’d adding begging-hands emoji and a face that seemed to be wailing in misery.

Of course I agreed! Was there any other option? He’d sent me the code to his apartment door lock (which I told myself was not the same as giving me a key to his apartment), and ten minutes later, I walked in the door.

I needed the extra time to prepare…

I was in Jordan’s bed when he got home. “Drew?” he called from the front door, probably expecting me to be in the living room or kitchen. I heard him wandering around, looking for me. “Are you here?” He sounded a bit desperate, and I had to fight the urge to run to him, scoop him up into my arms, and tell him everything would be all right.

I didn’t do that because I knew what he needed, and he would find me in about five seconds.

I listened to his approaching footsteps. It was nearly impossible to keep my face straight while I positioned myself across the mattress in a classic pin-up pose, on my stomach, legs bent and crossed, ass on display for his approval. The lace rode up between my cheeks, making me itch like crazy, but I didn’t want him to walk in and catch me picking at a wedgie. Not sexy.

He rounded the corner, his eyes landing on me and widening in absolute shock. His mouth dropped open. “Wow.”

“Your package arrived,” I told him unnecessarily.

“Did it ever.” He blew a long breath out, taking slow steps forward. He didn’t know where to look, his eyes darting all over. “I ordered those manties for me, but I can’t say I’m complaining about the view.”

It was a good thing there wasn’t much material, because it wasn’t exactly my size, but I was making it work. I rolled over so he could get a look at the front, and he groaned, reaching down to adjust himself. “Damn, Drew.”

“I wasn’t sure what you would be in the mood for, so I got it all ready for you.” I gestured to the nightstand, where I’d laid out all his various toys, freshly washed and ready to go. I hooked the blindfold around my finger and swung it lazily. “Do you want me to lead? Or do you need to take the reins today?” I could never predict his moods, but I was flexible enough to go along with whatever he needed. My mood could always be summed up with one word: Jordan.

He was nodding, not taking his eyes off me as he tugged at his clothes, clumsily getting himself naked. “Yeah, that,” he said, not specifying exactly what he wanted. Personally, I wanted it all. It was the way he got worked up, the flush of his cheeks, the little whimpers and moans he rewarded me with when I touched him just right. I would do anything for more of that.

When words failed him, he used his hands. He shoved me back on the mattress, hovering over me. “Gods, Drew, I don’t know where to start. It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet.” Before I could offer suggestions, he lowered himself and rubbed his face over the manties’ satin cup, stretched to the max over my straining bulge. The head of my cock was peeking over the elastic strip failing to keep everything in place, and Jordan ever so slowly traced over my slit with the tip of his tongue, collecting a drop of precum.

He crawled up my body, placing kisses and nips with his teeth across my abs, but he stalled when he got to my nipples. I watched as he had an internal debate over something. “Just do it,” I urged, aching for him to touch me. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

His breath was soft and warm across my hypersensitive skin as he leaned in, and he was so gentle with the flick of his tongue that I wondered if I’d felt it at all or only imagined it.

“Jordan,” I groaned, forcing myself to lie still. “You can be a little rougher than that, you know.”

He looked up at me through his lashes, those blue eyes flashing. “Oh, yeah? Like… this?” He clamped his mouth down around it and sucked hard, using a rigid tongue to massage it.

“Harder,” I moaned, clutching at the blankets beneath me so tightly that my knuckles complained.

I could feel him gaining confidence as he cautiously used his teeth to nip the tender nub, and without planning it, I gripped the back of his head, arching up into him. As he moved to the other side, giving my other nipple the same treatment, the sensations began to build pressure in my core.

Jordan paused in his ministrations and moved up until he was straddling my hips, keeping me pinned to the bed.

I could tell by the way he pinched his lips closed that he was working up the courage to tell me what he wanted. I waited patiently. There was no rush—no matter what my cock tried to tell me. “Will you…” he began before averting his eyes, his blush deepening.

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