CHAPTER 20
Jordan
Pulling back from the most intense kiss I have ever had, I search Eric's face for some indication of what he's feeling. The way he looks at me, with tenderness and promise… no one has ever looked at me like that before. I can feel my heart starting to pound against my ribcage. “Damn, Dimples, was that because I died today?” I ask, in a weak attempt to lighten the mood.
Eric doesn’t laugh, though; his gaze is locked with mine, hypnotizing me with his stormy gray eyes. I find myself tilting my head to the side to press against his warm palm. This is not me. I am not this tactile person. What is he doing to me? And why don’t I hate it?
“As funny as a conversation with ‘dead’ Jordan was, I prefer you alive much, much better.”
He brings our lips together again. The kiss is soft at first, the kind you would expect on the first date: tender and exploratory. But I need more. Pressing my body into him and forcing our cocks to brush against each other, I attack his mouth. He responds with the urgent need I expected. His hands drop from my face to roam over my back, before settling on my ass. Unfortunately, the damn fabric between us is blocking the skin-to-skin contact that I crave so much. I reach down to take off my T-shirt, but my lips are fused to his, so I end up with it tangled around my neck. That will have to do.
One of his hands snakes under the waistband of my sweats, teasing me there, then sliding lower until his fingers are right between my cheeks.
“Mmmm… Yes, right there, Dimples.” I moan, pushing back against the finger that he’s tapping against my hole. His lips start to kiss and nip down along my jaw, only to be stopped by my damn T-shirt.
Gripping the offending material, I drag it off and throw it somewhere on the floor behind me. As I roll my neck to give Eric better access to it, his finger continues its teasing rhythm on my hole. The sensations overwhelm my body and I shiver in his arms. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register his other hand gripping my hips with strong fingers, before it starts rocking my groin against his.
He withdraws his hand from my sweats and I groan in protest.
“Nooo, go back.”
He grabs my jaw, bringing my face down. “I’ve got you, babe.” He kisses me gently, then brings two fingers to my mouth. “Now, suck.”
Kinky, I like it. I could tell him there’s lube in the nightstand, but where’s the fun in that?
I feast on his fingers like it’s my last meal. I love the way his eyes darken with need as he watches me slip my tongue out and moan like I do when I have his dick in my mouth. With a growl, he pulls his fingers from my mouth and shoves his hand back down my sweatpants.
“Do it, Eric.” I sound like a starved animal. I want him so bad.
I feel one finger pushing at my ring. I want to be good and let him tease me again, but my body has other ideas. Bearing down, I groan loudly as my hole pulls his finger in. But it’s not enough. I’m a greedy little bottom. “More… give me more,” I whine. Fuck, I have never been this needy in my life. With him, I always want more. It should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t and that is terrifying.
“Hey. Stay with me.” His gentle voice snaps me back to attention, and when our eyes lock, he enters me with two fingers, hitting the spot just right.
“Oh, God, yes.” I barely recognise my own voice right now. I already feel that tingle deep inside warning me that I'm not going to last long. My hips start to grind harder against his shaft, bringing the sexiest sounds out of him. He doesn’t stop his assault on my prostate. I almost see stars as I reach between us to free my dick. My movements become frantic, losing all rhythm.
“I’m gonna—”
“What the fuck?” A shrill voice cuts through the moment. I know who it belongs to, but I’m too far gone to stop. I hide my face in Eric’s neck and try really hard not to shudder and moan with the aftershocks still rolling through me. Either way, I just painted my boyfriend's lovely button-up shirt with jizz while my best friend watched.
“Well, this is awkward.”
Oh, great—Gavin’s here too. My best friend and his husband just saw my come face. Kill me now.
“Hey, guys. Can you, uhm… give us a second?” Eric asks, clearing his throat and gathering himself quicker than I ever could. My brain is still rebooting after coming so hard, and Eric's fingers are definitely still in my ass.
“Jordan, I'll be in the kitchen waiting. You have some explaining to do.” Pete sounds pissed. Why the fuck is he pissed? He burst in on me.
Since my face is still hidden in the crook of Eric's neck, I can’t see if they've gone yet, so I stay where I am for now. They already got the money shot, no need for them to see the aftermath as well.
“We’re alone,” Eric whispers, with a hint of a laugh to his tone.
“I’m so sorry. I have no idea why they’re here.”
“No worries. But I should probably make myself scarce.”
“What? No, don’t go. I had plans for us.”
“You and me both, Lashes, but the universe spoke and our first official date came to an amazing if not awkward end. Start as you mean to go on, I guess.” He chuckles, because of course he had to remind me of how this date started.
“Ugh. I’m so sorry—”
“Don’t. It was the best first date ever.” His words wake up something inside of me.
“Yeah?” I ask in disbelief. “You got some kind of weird puke fetish?”
“Oh, God no. I just meant that I got to spend tonight with you. Nothing else matters.”
Oh, fuck. He needs to stop it, pronto. It’s our first date. He can’t say shit like that after our first date. “Okay, Romeo.” I wrap my arms around him. “Go before he comes back in here and sees this mess.” I nod at the abstract art my dick created on his shirt.
“I don’t have to see it to know it’s there.” Pete’s voice comes from the kitchen, making my head drop back with a loud groan.
Eric laughs and lifts me off his lap. After tucking my dick back into my sweatpants like the gentleman he is, he heads to the door. Part of me wants to tell him to stay, to wait while I try to explain this whole thing to Pete, then we can climb into bed and—dare I say it—cuddle. Maybe I should just leave with him. We could totally make it to his car before Pete realizes I'm not there and comes after me.
Eric’s lips brush against mine, bringing me back to reality. As much as I want to, I can’t just run away. I also can’t ask Eric to sit through what I imagine is going to be a dramatic performance from Pete. I’ve never kept anything from my best friend before. We have always told each other everything, so I know he's probably confused right now, his mind conjuring up crazy wild assumptions.
“Call me later, okay, Lashes?”
I nod, and it's only at that moment I realise Eric has been fully clothed this whole time. He probably came in his pants. That's going to be a really uncomfortable drive home. The thought makes me grimace, but it doesn't seem polite to point it out, so I quickly fix my expression.
“Sure, if I survive Pete’s little intervention.”
“Next date is for you to plan,” he calls over his shoulder. I just stand there watching him walk away. He has a really exceptional ass in those pants.
“Well, Mister. I would never date my boss.” Pete’s eyes are burning holes in the back of my head. “Start talking.”
“Me start talking? Why did you burst into my apartment like I owed you money?”
“Why did I—” he moves his mouth like a fish out of water before turning to Gavin. “Can you believe this guy?” He storms into the living room and starts pacing. “Remember when we decided on a system if one of us was not answering his phone?”
I nod cautiously. “Yeah, but what does that have to do with you showing up guns a-blazing?”
A long time ago, we made a pact that if one of us calls the other and there’s no answer, we try again in half an hour. If it happens more than five times, we go full defcon.
I check my pockets on autopilot. My phone isn’t on me. I eye the couch with suspicion. It’s probably been eaten by the cushion. Fuck. “Sorry, Sunshine, I have no idea where I left my phone. It’s been a long night.”
“One with a happy ending, it seems.” Pete stops in front of me, hands perched on his hips. “You riding your boss’s lap was the last thing I thought I’d find when I rushed Gavin over here. I was expecting to see you dead.”
A laugh bursts out of me as I drop onto the couch. Pete’s enraged stare just makes me laugh even harder.
“What the fuck, Jordy? I was worried about you! What is so funny?”
Reaching up, I grab his arm and pull him down beside me, ignoring his protests about sitting on the sex couch. “If you had arrived about four hours ago, you might have found me dead.”