Chapter 30
30
JORDAN
“ D ammit,” Christian whispers under his breath.
My stomach flutters. Casually, I shrug and push forward on to my knees. Bronson does the same. As my oldest friend in the world moves across the circle toward me, the weight of our shared history vibrates between us.
Sure, we’ve kissed before.
But never in front of other people.
In the seconds between us, my thoughts run wild.
Should we do this?
What will they think?
Will the others catch on? Start to suspect?
But as I tilt my head to one side and Bronson tilts toward the other, the world suddenly goes quiet.
We kiss. Not the friendly pecks the circle has experienced thus far, but a real kiss of affection.
I pull back, a smile tugging at my lips while the others chuckle and clap.
“Not bad,” Knox teases.
“Shut up,” I say as I return to my spot in the circle. “A kiss is just a kiss,” I add, quoting Jonah.
“What? I’m just saying.” Knox bobs his head at Bronson. “Spin, big guy.”
Bronson spins the bottle. It blurs around the circle, all of us laughing and tilting with it as it slows.
It stops on me.
“Oh, come on,” Christian says, barely hiding his disappointment with a laugh.
“It’s like it’s meant to be,” Addison quips.
August points at me and Bronson. “You guys have to use your tongues this time,” he says. “That’s the rule!”
I make eye contact with Bronson across the circle and shrug. He shrugs as well, then sits forward, making his way over to me. As we meet in the middle, the circle suddenly goes quiet, laughter and titters dying down to witness exactly how far this second tier kiss is going to go.
When our lips meet this time, Bronson’s are softer, smoother. He’s letting me lead, letting me decide how open our mouths will be or how deep our tongues should go. With friendly gentleness, I part my lips, allowing for his to cradle mine.
For the softest of moments, I feel the tip of his tongue caress mine and, just like that, it’s over. We back away. We open our eyes and shift back to our spots in the circle.
“Wait a second,” Knox says accusingly. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“No,” I answer.
“Yes,” Bronson says.
Eyes widen around us as I stare at Bronson, my gut twisting as I wonder if he’s really using this moment to tell everyone what we’ve been up to after hours.
“No,” I say again.
“I kissed you after prom,” he says nonchalantly. “Remember?”
“Oh.” I sit back. “Right. You did.”
“He did?” Addison asks, her brow arching.
I nod. “My date bailed on me and Bronson went stag, so he hung out with me the rest of the night. He drove me home after and kissed me goodnight.”
Bronson nods.
“Aww,” Harmony says. “I didn’t know that. That’s so sweet.”
Knox scoffs. “That doesn’t count.”
“That so counts!” Katrina says, offended, her eyes getting that swoony shimmer to them.
“Yeah, yeah,” Christian says next to me. “How about someone who hasn’t gone yet spin? Addison?”
Addison reaches out and spins the bottle.
The game continues. My lips go unkissed the rest of the night, though they tingle slightly from Bronson’s lingering touch.
One-by-one, the couples of the group break off, wanting to continue their own games in their own suites downstairs. They stumble onto the elevator with yawns and smiles, and I make them promise to be on the bus tomorrow by noon. Ish.
Philadelphia is our next stop. Not a long ride at all, so I’ll excuse a bit of sleeping in this time.
“Come on, Christian!” Chrissy says, hooking her arm around his. “I’ll walk you to your cab.”
He briefly glances at me before reluctantly letting his former manager pull him with her toward the elevator.
“Goodnight, guys!” I say.
“Bye-bye!” Chrissy says, waving, with August on one side and Christian on the other.
“Goodnight,” Christian says to me, the doors closing on him.
Standing in the center of my comically large suite, I exhale a deep breath and turn to face the windows. It’s still night, but the night sky is hidden away, blocked by the constant shine of city lights and skyscrapers and traffic down below.
It is soothing, though.
“Are you okay?”
I startle, but relax quickly as I glance at Bronson over my shoulder, standing in the bedroom doorway. “You have got to stop doing that,” I say.
He smiles, his eyes on the skyline, too. “Nice view.”
“I’m enjoying it. A little. While I can.”
His reflection behind me nods. “You can always come back here. Don’t need a douche like Monroe to give permission to treat yourself.”
I give him a smile. “Doesn’t really feel like me, though.”
“It could be.”
“Did anyone notice you sticking around?”
“Doubt it.”
“Are you still...” my lips twitch, “in the mood to stick around a little longer?”
“If you want me to.”
“I do,” I say. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Bronson pauses, a question clearly on the edge of his mouth. “No reason,” he says, the moment passing by. “What do you want to do?”
I take a breath, my eyes on that gorgeous skyline once again. “This might sound weird...”
His brow wrinkles slightly, but he says nothing.
I bite my cheek, feeling them blush. “I kinda wanna do it here,” I say.
“Here?”
“On the couch. So I can look through the windows.”
Bronson chuckles. “That doesn’t sound weird.”
“No?” I ask with relief.
“No.” He steps toward me, his hands sliding from his pockets and coming to rest on my face. “It’s not.”
Bronson kisses me softly; a kiss similar to the first we shared during the game, but leaves me no less tingling for more.
“I want you to do what you did to me on the bus,” I say, my skin aflame all over. “When you sat me on your lap and?—”
“Oh, I remember,” he says, silencing me with another kiss.
He pushes my jacket off my shoulders. I let it fall, hearing it pool on the floor at our feet as his arms curl around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“Bronson,” I say. “We never kissed after prom.”
“I know. Just figured it’d be plausible enough if someone asked why we were so comfortable with each other.”
“Right. Yeah, no. That was really quick thinking.”
He kisses me again. “I should have, though,” he says.
My spine stiffens. “You think so?”
Bronson nods. “It’s like New Year’s Eve. Everyone should get kissed on prom night.”
My heart flutters in agreement. I tilt my head, accepting another warm kiss. This one firmer, deeper than the others.
“You’re a good friend, Bronson,” I say.
He pauses with his eyes closed, his forehead gently brushing against mine. “So are you,” he replies.
We say nothing else, the heat between us cranking with every kiss, every touch. Undressing each other slowly, we make our way toward the back of the couch. He leans me against it, letting me keep my balance as he kisses down my naked body.
On his knees, he looks up, his eyes asking for permission. I grant it with a nod, reaching down to run my fingers through his thick hair as he pushes his tongue between my lips to tease my clit.
My breath flutters, pleasure instantly dancing across my skin. It’s strange how quickly it happens now, how easily I relax with a head between my thighs. Like he’s simply banging the right drum at the perfect beat.
I give myself over to a few moaning minutes of pure pleasure. After, Bronson licks the moisture building on the lips, then moves to stand, kissing up my body as he goes. I kiss him deeply, feeling his body against mine, his erection pressed between us.
“Condom?” I ask, the word quivering on my lips.
Bronson nods, then pulls away to reach for his pants. He grabs the small package from the back pocket and takes my hand. Guiding me, he walks me around the couch and sits down first.
As Bronson bites down on the edge of the package, I say, “Wait.”
He gives me a curious glance as I lower to my knees in front of him instead.
“I wanna return the favor,” I say.
Settling between his knees, I admire his stiff cock in front of me. I stroke it with one hand and Bronson’s mouth sags open, pleasure writ across his face. His smooth tip is wet with pre-cum, his desire already taking over. I run my tongue along the opening, tasting and teasing. He inhales sharply and exhales a subtle groan as his cock flexes between my lips.
Opening my mouth wider, I take him deeper inside.
“Fuck,” Bronson whispers.
I bob gently, stroking and sucking as a burning heat blazes between my legs, my body already so close to release. His passion, his audible pleasure, turns me on even more, and I moan greedily on his dick.
“Jordan,” Bronson says urgently, his hand coming to my shoulder. “Sit down.”
I raise my head, my lips numb as I pull him out. With quick movement, I rise and turn around, gently seating myself on his lap. We move together, fumbling and chuckling while he slips the condom on and we align our bodies.
He enters me and my entire body quivers.
“Bronson.”
“Shh,” he whispers as he drags a hand up my front. “Open your mouth.”
I part my lips for his fingers. He slides two of them across my tongue, wetting them before resting them against my clit. He cradles it between them and I sigh, my body recalling the surge of pleasure from that night on the bus, and looking forward to it again.
“Good girl,” Bronson whispers as I whimper softly. His other arm curls around me, his hand crawling upward, his fingers coming to rest loosely around my throat. “You know what to do.”
I rock gently forward, then back, being careful not to let him slip out of me as I move. I ride him slowly, feeling every inch of him, every tease. Pleasure ripples from my belly, spreading through my fingers and toes. I lean against him, breathing faster as I look through the epic windows ahead of us. The previously jet black sky now shows a subtle bluish tint; the first minutes of sunrise over New York City.
Have we really been up all night again?
A hint of shame pokes at me over how irresponsible that is, but ultimately, I don’t care. I’m too busy writhing on Bronson’s body, swaying on his cock. Every movement spreads my passion further, pushing me toward the edge I so desperately need to fall from.
“Bronson.” I turn my head, offering my lips to him. He kisses me, his tongue meeting mine. “Thank you.”
He chuckles. “Don’t thank me yet,” he says, chuckling. “You’re so fucking hot. I might not make it.”
I tremble. “Come with me.”
He grunts against my lips, a non-verbal agreement as I grind us together. He rubs as I roll, our bodies working together, moaning together. We share our breaths, the surrounding air warm to the touch until, finally...
I cry out as the tension in me snaps. Climax rushes through me, touching every nerve in my body. Bronson’s arms flex, holding me still as he groans in my ear. His cock throbs deep inside of me, our orgasms twisting together. He smothers my mouth with his own, a hot and satisfying kiss, as our bodies continue to writhe.
We sit still for a minute. My eyes drift along the city ahead, more and more buildings coming into view as the sun slowly crawls along the eastern horizon.
Enjoy the view, sweetheart.
Soon it’ll be yours every day.
All I have to do is… give up everything I am.
I slide helplessly off his lap onto the couch cushion. “Fuck,” I say, my legs stiff and splayed.
Bronson moves with me, positioning himself between my thighs. I feel his erection push against my opening, still thick and hard.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, Bronson, please...”
He pushes inside, filling me with a single toe-curling stroke. I raise my knees, hooking my ankles behind his back, urging him to keep going. His thrusts come quickly, his body taut, his grunts of pleasure as wild as his breath.
When he crushes his mouth on mine again, I feel the tightness in his body wane. He thrusts in one last time, then stops, his abs rippling softly as he comes again. I hold him close, leaving soft kisses on his damp forehead, running my fingers through his hair. He releases the tension from his body and settles, resting his head on my chest while he catches his breath.
“Sorry,” he says.
I smile. “It’s all right.”
“Never been so hard in my life.” Bronson raises his head and takes a breath. “You good?”
“Oh, I’m good.”
“Good.” He drops his head again, this time turning his face toward the windows. Dawn breaks on the horizon, filling the sky with a gentle, warm glow. “You’re a good friend, Jordan.”
I go quiet a moment; the words hitting me differently. I said the same thing to him not an hour before, but hearing them now... it doesn’t feel the same.
“Yeah,” I reply. “So are you.”