29. Orion
Orion
The apartment is eerily quiet, and so is Jordan, other than some unusually loud breathing coming from him.
I head to the kitchen, partly to get away from him and partly to get something to drink.
He trails behind me. He scoots an ass cheek up and rests it against the countertop, watching me with an intensity that’s a little unnerving.
“So,” he says, “was there something specific you liked about Thomas’s dick, or…or did you feel like sucking any old dick?”
Between you and me, Thomas did absolutely nothing for me, and I highly doubt his dick would have either. All I could think about when he was talking to me was a long list of ways he didn’t compare to Jordan.
“Ugh, are we still talking about that?”
“Yeah. I mean, do you have, like, a set of parameters regarding whose dick you want to suck, or…how does it work?”
What the driver said about Jordan comes back to me, and I almost laugh at the thought. If it wasn’t so wildly out of the realm of possibility, I might be inclined to think he was right and that Jordan is acting a little jealous right now.
“Why are you so obsessed with talking about this?” I ask.
He raises a lazy shoulder and twists his mouth to the side. “I feel bad about cock-blocking you, and I dunno… I guess I want to make it up to you.”
I knock back a few glugs of water and put the glass on the counter. “Oh yeah? How’d you plan on doing that?”
“Well, I was thinking that if you aren’t particular about whose dick you put in your mouth, then…
” He shifts his weight so he’s standing with both feet on the floor again.
His hand hovers at his side and then sways in front of his junk, drawing my eye downward and pinning it there.
I wait for him to move it, but he doesn’t.
The moment drags out, and I can’t tear my gaze away because it’s not just hovering now.
His hand is sliding downward painstakingly slowly and cupping his bulge. “I have one you can suck.”