78. Chapter Seventy-Eight
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Jordan
Soft puffs of air flitter across my pec.
Tickles feather over my chin.
Weight and warmth blanket me, grounding me into the couch that’s missing the lumpy cushion.
There’s even the occasional tap against my toe.
The backs of my eyelids are washed out with orange, telling me there’s enough light to fill the room, and yet, I can’t find it in me to open them.
Raspy mumbles scrape over the otherwise silent room and my lips tip up at the corner.
It’s just gibberish. Broken words and missed mutters.
My favorite way to wake up .
Skin to skin. Chest to bare chest.
His heart so close to mine that I swear they beat the same rhythm.
That part is new, but shit, it’s now even more my favorite way to wake up.
Even better that he came to me like this in his sleep instead of wandering off to put pillows in the fridge.
“There were so many mornings that I woke up ashamed ,” I whisper, and tilt my chin to bury my nose in Mac’s hair. I’m taken over by a toasty sweetness, the hint of rich smoke barely there but enough to make my chest swirl. “Wondering how the hell I was the one to wake up.”
The arms hooked around my shoulders twitch.
“Then, one day, I woke up feeling guilty as shit for holding you back.”
I thread my fingers into his hair and cup his head, holding him to me.
“I never meant to hold you back, Vida,” I whisper softly, my voice too thick to do anything else. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Pressing my lips to the side of his head, I inhale. Etching the scent of him to memory. Squeezing the imprint of him into my soul.
I’m not sure how long I stay like that, just breathing him in, but then he finally moves. Finally looks at me. Rolls his head along my pec until his chin is resting on my chest. His face is splotchy, and his lower lashes are damp.
My brow furrows and I gingerly cup his face. “Vida?”
He blinks and tears escape his brilliant eyes, but the corner of his lips lift in a soft smile.
“I thought I was dreaming,” he murmurs, and my heart gives a mighty thump. “But you’re here for real and I dunno.” I think he tries to shrug, but the position we’re in doesn’t give much room. “It’s got me feeling fuzzy as fuck.”
My snicker burns up hot when a grin splits his face nearly in two. His smile so wide that his cheeks bunch up and his eyes squint.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I swallow hard against a sudden rush of nerves and speak the truth for him.
“You’re goddamned gorgeous , Vida.”
He’s blinking when I brush some of the hair back from his forehead, his grin softening.
It’s when I meet his eyes head on that I see the reddening and the moisture collecting again. His lips tip into something almost shy and he buries his face in my chest.
“I know it’s kinda weird to call a man that b—”
“ No . No.” His head shakes against me, his sight clashing with mine. “Call me gorgeous or pretty or whatever the fuck feels right. Society can suck one.”
Chuckling, I thumb over the wet trails down Mac’s cheeks, ridding him of the dampness. “Okay.”
“I like flowers, too. Just sayin’.”
I nod, a lightness in my chest that I’ve never felt before. “Okay.”
“And good morning kisses. I think. I don’t know. I’ve never had one of those before.”
Grinning, I cup his jaw and lean in, the tip of my nose feathering over his. “As you wish, mi Vida.”
My lips brush his, light and gentle enough to have him huffing and slamming forward, knocking his teeth into mine. I chuckle against his mouth, the sound dying off when his tongue slips out and begs for entrance.
I let him in.
With tangled tongues and twisted limbs, my already-hard cock throbs against the thigh slotted between mine. He lifts enough to hover over me without breaking the kiss, and drags his leg along my length, pulling a groan from deep in my chest.
Hands wandering down his ribs and over his waist, I dip the tips of my fingers just beneath the elastic of the shorts he’s wearing.
His tongue curls around mine as my fingers dig into the fleshy globes of his ass, his leg going over my hip until he’s straddling me.
Only two thin layers of fabric separate us when he rolls his ass over my lap.
It takes all of my willpower to halt him with a hard grip to his waist.
“ Mac ,” I growl in warning.
“Jordan,” he breathes right back, his pants flittering over my lips. “Trust me, baby.”
My balls tingle.
He reaches between us, tugging down my waistband until my cock springs free. My balls are held up by the elastic when he plants another hot as shit kiss on me. One that leaves me dizzy and following after his lips when he pulls back, crawling down over my legs.
I’m dazed out of my mind by the smirk pulling up on one side of his face when I realize how far down he’s gone, my brain finally catching up.
“Mac, you don’t— ahhh shit .”
His lips wrap around the head of me, tongue dancing along the underside.
I suck back a breath.
“Goddamn,” I pant out. “You’re not supposed to— ohhh fuck .”
He takes me deeper. Deeper. Deep enough that I’m hitting the back of his throat, and my eyes roll into my head.
Goddamn, he can deepthroat.
But then he’s swallowing, the muscles constricting around my cock like a squeezing fist.
“Oh my God.”
Easing back, Mac teases the underside of the head again and a wave of chills breaks out over my skin.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before to have his mouth on me. It’s so goddamn good that I’m close. So close that when his cheek hollows out and he sucks his way down my shaft, I bite my tongue. The inside of my cheek. Anything to distract me from blowing so fucking fast.
I’m throbbing when he pulls back, a trail of spit arching between my cock and his chin, my balls keyed up and tingling.
“Shit, look at you.” I fist the base of my shaft and grip his chin. His eyes flare wide and heated when I arch my cock down, rubbing the head over his mouth. “Lips swollen.” I thumb over the bottom one. “Face flush.” The tip of my forefinger brushes over his cheekbone. “Want me to feed you some breakfast?”
His eyes flare even wider and he’s panting all over my cock as he nods.
I hum, my abs tightening.
“Open up, Vida.”
He does and I slip the head back between his lips. His tongue glides along the entire underside, taking my length right back down his throat.
This time … his tongue sneaks out and teases along the very base of my shaft.
“Ah, fuck .”
My chest pumps to keep up, my toes curling into the couch beneath us.
It’s so tight and hot and fuck .
Then he’s moving.
Short pumps that keep me buried.
Throat flexing over the head of me.
“Mac,” I rasp out in warning and fist his hair.
That only seems to spur him on, increase the tempo, and he hollows out his fucking cheeks.
My abs bind up. My hips arch. My balls ache.
“Shit, Vida. Swa-sw— swallow .”
He does.
And my release rocks me to my core.
Stream after stream pulses down his throat as fireworks burst behind my eyes and my hips lift from the cushion.
But it’s not quite the intensity of the orgasm that’s shifting everything inside me.
It’s the way my chest lights up like an exploding star, demolishing everything I thought I knew and leaving behind nothing but him.
Every time with Mac has been mind-blowing.
But this?
It’s goddamn life-altering.
Mac. Mac. Mac.
I’m starting to go soft by the time he finishes licking me clean and I come down, hauling him back up to slam my mouth to his.
There’s nothing gentle about this one.
It’s all teeth and stubble burn and the taste of my cum coating his tongue.
“How was your breakfast?” I ask when we finally break apart enough to catch our breath.
He grins something sly and devilish.
“Damn delicious, baby.”