79. Chapter Seventy-Nine
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Mac
His eyes are molten blue orbs, his cheeks a perfect shade of almost pink.
But it’s not even the way that his lips are swollen from kissing me, the plush flesh reddened from my teeth, that has my chest swelling.
It’s the goddamn smile on his face.
I did that. I put that there.
It’s intoxicating to see, and I feel downright giddy knowing that it’s because of me.
“You’re staring.”
“Am not.” I snicker and adjust so that I’m propped on one arm beside his head.
Running my thumb over his bottom lip, I trace the smile with what feels like a chest full of caramel apples. I’m at the damn fair and I ain’t ever leaving.
A creak has my brow furrowing and Jordan’s eyes narrowing.
The snick of the door closing has my eyes flaring and my hands working to get Jordan’s shorts back over his junk.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Jordan whisper-hisses and pushes at me to get up.
“Macaroni?”
I freeze.
The sound of my mother’s voice, too close for comfort, has me silently shushing him and falling back over him like dead weight.
“What’re you doing ?” he growls near silently next to my ear.
I ignore the chills and shift so that one leg is back between his. It feels like it would be less compromising to be found not straddling him while we sleep, at least.
Either way, it’s too late to jump up now.
“Pretend to be asleep,” I rush out on a breath and close my eyes.
The spread of his legs is wider than earlier and there’s not enough depth to the couch for four massive thighs, and mine ends up hanging off the edge. Which only serves to dig my hard cock right into his hip.
“Well, isn’t this sweet.”
Something nudges my calf at the same time that Jordan’s heart pounds hard beneath me.
When I don’t react, my mother full on kicks my shin.
“Ow, devil woman!” I yelp and swing a scowl in her direction. “Is this how you wake up your injured son?”
Her hands are on her hips and her head cocks.
“Says the grown ass man that was pretending to be asleep.”
I can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes me.
“Ma!”
“And judging by—” she waves a hand in our direction, “— this, I’m assuming sleeping isn’t the only thing that was going on.”
I groan and bury my face in Jordan’s neck. “Maaaa.”
Heat radiates off of my sleeping buddy in waves .
“I’ll give you fifteen to get decent. Then we’re going for breakfast.”
“ Ma ,” I groan out and pin her with a glare she shrugs off.
Somewhere in my apartment, a phone rings and my mother’s sight trails to Jordan. “You might wanna answer that.”
His swallow is so hard that I hear it click, and he nods.
I’m half a second from protesting, preparing to wrap around him like a spider monkey if only to get five more minutes of snuggle heaven, when he gathers me up like we aren’t damn near the same size and lifts us off the couch.
If a man can squeal, that’s exactly what I’m doing when shaky feet are planted beneath me and he leaves me standing in the middle of my living room.
“Shut up,” I tell Ma, the heat of her stare burning holes in my back, my face aching from the stretch of my grin.
A slap lands on my shoulder, and I snicker.
“I’m just glad to see that smile, baby.” I turn in time to catch her shrug. “But tell me to shut up one more time.”
I snort.
“Love you, Ma.”
“That’s what I thought. Now go get dressed you heathen.”
I mock salute the woman with a middle finger and head back to my room on light feet.
Throwing on the closest clean shirt and pants, I snag a bandana and tie it around my forehead as I step up to the sink in my bathroom. I’m halfway through brushing my teeth when I feel eyes on me. It’s almost like a caress down my back and over my ass, but when I meet Jordan’s gaze in the mirror, he looks almost shaky.
“Tyro?”
He jolts like I startled him, a flush rushing all the way down to his chest.
I spit foam in the sink and meet the reflection of his gaze. “You okay?”
“Uh.” He clears his throat and shakes his head. “Yeah.”
My brows furrow, but I rinse my mouth and the toothbrush to give him a second to collect himself. And it’s for me, too.
I’m still leaning over the sink, focusing on my breathing, when arms band around my middle.
“I’m covering so you can go out with Marie.” My heart skips as his chin rests on my shoulder. “But I gotta talk with Ian after that.”
I nod, unable to do anything except place a hand on his tatted arm and trace over some of the abstract patterns.
Is this where we go back to the real world?
“You’re wearing my shirt.”
“What?” Looking down, I find the emblem of a gym on the front and shrug. “It smelled clean enough.”
He snorts, his lips pressing against my thundering pulse.
“Do you know how hard it is to not touch you right now?” I bite my lip, and he nips at my neck. “To not taste every inch of your skin?” The swipe of his tongue leaves me shivering.
“Tyro,” I groan out only to gasp when his hand feeds beneath the shirt and flattens against my abs. The tips of his fingers dip beneath the denim covering my rapidly filling cock, slowly lowering until I feel a digit on each side of my shaft.
“Pop the button.”
I shiver and pant and do just that.
His hand lowers along with the zipper, cupping my balls and rolling them gently, pulling a moan from deep in my gut.
“This is the opposite of not touching me,” I breathe out.
He hums and sinks his teeth into my neck. “You’re the definition of temptation, Mac. Tell me to stop.”
Shaking my head, I lean back until I feel him from shoulder to ass.
A strangled noise vibrates his chest, and he lifts my shirt with his free hand, pressing the palm over my heart. I’m not sure if he meant to, but the motion still has my eyes blurring.
Holding me to him, he wraps a fist around the base of my cock and jerks.
“Oh, fuck , baby.”
Slowly, leisurely, he pumps along my length all the way to the tip, twisting around the crown then pulling back.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him work me over, his hands both holding me together while tearing me apart.
“I’ve got you, mi Vida,” he rasps in my ear and a shiver rolls over my spine. “Come apart. I got you.”
Head falling back to his shoulder, my balls draw up tight to the swirl of pleasure in my lower belly as I meet his glinting gaze in the mirror.
His tongue darts out, swiping a long line down my neck and I’m done for.
“J-Jordan!” I call out with rolled back eyes and ropes of cum shooting across the vanity.
“Fuck yes, Vida,” he growls, the vibration rolling across my skin as his hips rut into my ass. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I jerk in his palm, the last bit of my release landing on his hand, and groan. “God, your mouth .”
His chuckle is deep. “You mean this one?”
I crack open an eye just in time to catch his tongue slotting through the mess in his palm.
He groans and my heart stops.
But then he’s sucking my release from his fingers with fluttering lashes like I’m the best thing to ever touch his tastebuds and my entire body breaks out in goosebumps.
“Oh, God.”
The hum of agreement shoots straight to my balls, and I turn in his arms, slamming my lips to his.
He kisses me breathless, fireworks going off inside my chest long enough to stop my heart and leave the ends of my hair tingling.
He pulls back and presses his forehead to mine.
“We should get moving.”
My head rolls over his in what I think is a nod as I reach blindly behind me and snag the abandoned toothbrush from the countertop.
“I don’t have an extra one.”
He kisses me one more time and snags the offer, popping it between his smiling lips. “Thanks, Vida.”
I nod and step out of his way, though I’m full-on melting inside.
He likes the taste of my cum and he’s sharing my toothbrush!
Maybe dreams do come true.