Chapter 9 Jordy #2
To my horror and embarrassment, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
I wasn’t afraid that he would really hurt me.
No matter how pissed off he got at me, I knew he wouldn’t let himself lose control to that degree.
But the way he was looking at me like he truly despised me… It was painful. I couldn’t stand it.
My hands were trembling, but I grasped one of his, tugging to peel it off my throat. Lifting it to my mouth, I gently kissed his fingertips, just barely brushing my lips across them.
Looking bewildered, Kieran loosened the grip on my throat with his other hand. Emotions I didn’t entirely understand raced over his dark brown eyes, and I suddenly felt terrified that he would back away from me. Tightening my hold on him, I kissed his palm, nuzzling my face into it for a moment.
“Jordy.”
My name came out in a growl, but I could tell he wasn’t mad anymore.
His eyes were devouring me, like he was hypnotized and couldn’t remember anything existed but me.
That was exactly how I wanted him to feel.
I wanted him to feel like he would die without me, so he would know what it was like for me.
Raising up to my toes, I leaned into him so our mouths were barely an inch apart.
“Kieran, it’s okay,” I breathed out, so quiet I almost worried he wouldn’t hear me. But as soon as I said them, he groaned in his throat, grabbing me around my waist and yanking me to him.
I moaned, my knees turning to jelly as he pressed his mouth to my neck, scraping over my gland with his hot, rough tongue.
Bite me. Please bite me. The words rang out in my head over and over, but I held them back. I’d barely gotten him to come this far. I didn’t want to scare him off.
I could feel his cock digging into my stomach. Saliva pooled in my mouth as the desire to worship it grew inside me. I’d fantasized about it for so long, I was almost nervous to see what he actually looked like naked.
Wedging my hands between our bodies, I ripped the button of his jeans open, tugging down the zipper. He groaned against my neck when his cock sprang out into my hand, already hard as iron and wet at the tip. It was smooth and thick and absolutely perfect.
“Oh my god.” The words rushed out, and all the muscles in my body tensed up as intense need washed over me. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and taking it in my mouth, mapping out every inch with my tongue until he unloaded down my throat.
“What!?” He asked, sounding apprehensive, like my reaction worried him.
As I gazed down between us, his cock looked obscenely big with my fingers wrapped around it. My hole clenched, the pang of arousal centered right where I wanted him. Tearing my eyes up from his delicious body and back up to his face, I felt tongue-tied.
“Y-you’re so…” When I paused, he leaned in just the tiniest bit closer, like he was hanging on whatever my next words would be. “You’re so hot. I can’t wait anymore. I just want you. You can do anything to me. I want you to.”
He blinked, looking shocked at my confession, and I swear I could feel him twitch in my hand as he let out a soft but harsh growl. “You’d let me do anything to you?” He asked, the rasp in his voice sending chills up my spine.
“Yes,” I answered immediately. “Anything.”
He lifted me up off the floor, just enough to toss me onto his bed, where I bounced a little before settling.
Panting, I felt a blush rush over my skin as I propped myself up on my elbows so I could stare at him.
His jaw was clenched, and his chest was moving up and down under his t-shirt as he took in heavy breaths.
My stomach flipped inside me at the sight of him, my heart melting into a sticky syrup in my chest. He was so handsome, with his sculpted mouth and dark features and intense eyes.
How could someone look so mad and broody with their dick sticking up out of their jeans?
But I kind of adored that part of him. I kind of adored every part of him.
He climbed onto the mattress, hulking over me for a moment, his heavy cock swaying a bit with his movement.
My lower stomach clenched with anticipation as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, tugging them down my legs and tossing them aside.
Naked from the waist down, I tried not to feel self-conscious as his eyes raked over me.
But just like before, the expression on his face was full of awe and appreciation and lust as he appraised my body. I remembered what he’d said before, but knew I wasn’t likely to get much verbal praise from him when he was sober.
“Do you… Like the way I look?” I wanted to cringe, hearing how pathetic and insecure I sounded.
His gaze raised from my body to lock onto mine. The depth of his dark eyes made my pulse stumble.
“Yes,” he finally said, after a stretch of silence, sounding slightly hoarse. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
It was worth sounding pathetic and insecure for that one euphoric moment of hearing that vulnerability from him. I felt like I could live off that one sentence alone for the rest of my life.
Lifting my hand from the mattress, I reached toward his crotch, wanting to feel the smooth, hot weight of his cock in my hand again.
Glancing down, he batted my hand away. “Don’t.”
Letting out a tiny whine, I reached for him again. “Please?”
His breath rushed out in a little groan at my request, his eyes darkening even more.
He grabbed my hand, raising it above my head and pinning it there.
He did the same with the other, cuffing both my wrists in just one of his larger hands.
I twitched against my restraints, but his strength made it so I had no hope of wiggling free.
“You never listen to me,” he complained.
“I just want you,” I responded apologetically, flexing my wrists in his hand again. “You don’t know how much I want you.”
“Why?” He retorted harshly. The words sounded tormented, like he couldn’t stop himself from asking, but he’d known it would hurt. “Why do you want me?”
“I’ve always wanted you,” I said, my brows drawing together at the disbelieving tone in his voice. “Kieran, you’re… You’re like the perfect alpha.”
He scoffed, eyeing me incredulously. “You’re crazy.”
“For me,” I clarified. “The perfect alpha for me.”
I could tell my answer had a powerful effect on him, like his praise for my body had affected me. The way he was staring down at me was so intense, like he’d never felt as strongly about anything as he felt about me in his bed.
“Jordy, I can’t fuck you.” That tormented edge to his voice popped up again.
“You can,” I corrected him. “No one has to know.” I was desperate now, aching and pulsing, almost on the verge of tears. “Please,” I begged again, straining against his tight hold on my wrists. I was long past the point of embarrassment.
“I can’t. But I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, trailing his free hand down my torso to rest on my inner thigh. Giving it a light push so my legs were spread wider, he dragged his fingers over my hole, smearing my slick around. “You’re soaked.” He sounded in awe of that fact.
I gasped, my hips jerking, precum oozing out of the tip of my dick to pool onto my stomach. “Kieran.”
“You want this?” He asked lowly, the tip of one finger just barely pushing inside.
My breath shivered out at the sensation, the muscles in my thighs clenching. “Yes. Yes, please. Kieran.”
The pressure of his second finger was so good, stretching me out just enough for a slight sting. Breaching me gently and slowly, he stroked at my inner walls, gradually going deeper as I whimpered and squirmed.
“Tight little virgin,” he said, between gritted teeth. “Am I the only one that’s ever touched you like this?”
I nodded, biting down into my lower lip. “You’re the only one I want touching me.”
He bared his teeth for a moment at my words, his breath tumbling out in a hot rush. He sped up his motions, brushing over my prostate once, then more and more until I was spasming around his fingers.
“I’m really close already,” I gasped out.
I’d gotten straight A’s in biology, but I hadn’t known it would feel this good.
I’d fingered myself before, but obviously I hadn’t been doing it right.
I’d never leaked out so much precum or slick before.
It was embarrassing, like I’d already finished all over myself.
“You could come from just my fingers?” He asked, reverence and arousal roughening his voice even more.
“D-definitely.”
Hooking them inside me, he stroked that spot over and over with perfect accuracy. I let out a strangled moan and my back arched, my head falling back on the pillow.
“No,” he said, letting my wrists go to grasp my chin and force me to meet his eyes. “Look at me when I’m making you come.”
His commanding tone and the way his dark eyes were piercing me pushed me over the edge.
I moaned out his name and a bunch of other stuff that didn’t even make sense, my freed hands digging into his bedspread.
My balls drew up tight to my body, throbbing as my untouched cock shot out pulse after pulse of hot, sticky cum.
Groaning from deep within his chest, Kieran pulled up onto his knees, shifting his hips so the fat head of his cock was pressed up against my clenching hole.
It was burning hot, and so much bigger than the width of his fingers it made my head spin.
He stroked his shaft hard and fast, fisting it and grinding the head on my tight ring, using my slick as lube.
“You can fuck me,” I offered again, still caught in the tingly pleasure of my barely finished orgasm. “I want you to.”
His eyes snapped up to mine, glaring at me like I’d suggested something unspeakably terrible.
I expected him to reprimand me for suggesting it after he’d already told me no, but right away his whole body stiffened, his hips jerking against me a bit before I felt hot stripes of cum ooze out onto my hole.