Chapter 17 Jordy
JORDY
KIERAN HOVERED OVER me, staring down at me with this intense expression that made me feel like I was melting into the bedsheets. My eyes had adjusted to the dark room, the streetlight in the parking lot filtering in through the blinds to illuminate him just enough to make my brain all fuzzy.
He hadn’t let me take off his shirt before, but he’d pulled it over his head after he’d flipped me around and tossed me onto the mattress like I didn’t weigh a single pound.
I reached up to run my hands down his firm chest, trailing my fingers over his carved abs, dipping them into the deep V lines on his hips.
He shuddered, intercepting my touch before I could wrap my fingers around his thick cock where it hung stiff and heavy between his thighs.
Pushing my hands back up so they rested on the pillow on either side of my head, he gave me another one of those looks. My dick gave a hopeful twitch as I registered how much he wanted me. He wasn’t denying himself, or me, anymore.
He slipped his palm under my skull, holding my head still and covering my mouth with his, slicking his tongue over mine when my lips automatically parted.
Whimpering, I snaked my arms around his shoulders, holding his body as close to mine as I could.
His hard cock was burning hot against my thigh, and my hole clenched with the need to have it in me.
“Do you think you could knot in me again?” I murmured, panting when he finally released my lips. To my extreme satisfaction, he lightly groaned, his hips moving just the tiniest bit against me, like my question had activated some mental command in his brain to fuck.
“You want me to?” He asked, the sexy rasp in his voice not quite disguising the shock or how much it turned him on.
“Of course,” I answered, gliding my hands back up to his face, holding his jaw so he couldn’t look away from me. “I was made to take your knot.”
His breath rushed out in a huff, a tiny groan catching in his throat like he’d choked on it. He broke free of my hold on him, lowering his face to my chest.
“Why do you have to say shit like that?” He muttered, before scraping his teeth over my nipple, laving his tongue over it to soothe the slight sting.
“Why, you don’t agree with me?” I wondered, biting down on my lower lip and whimpering as the tip of his tongue teased the sensitive bud over and over until I could feel it in the base of my dick. “You think I should see if I like someone else’s knot more?”
He froze, a growl rumbling up from his chest. “Don’t even fucking joke.”
“I’m just teasing you,” I said, trying not to laugh so he wouldn’t feel my abdominal muscles jerking around under him, which would only piss him off more.
But his jealousy was so cute and sexy and just…
So Kieran. He viewed that possessive part of himself as a flaw, but I couldn’t get enough of it. “You know I only want you.”
The tension in his body ebbed a little at my words, like he was relieved and happy to hear me reiterate that point. It was really odd, because I loved teasing him and getting him riled up. But I was also starting to become addicted to the feeling of soothing and reassuring him.
He was so damn stubborn, blowing off and invalidating my feelings about him because he was sure I didn’t really know what I wanted.
But seeing the way his face had looked and how tortured his voice had sounded when he’d been insisting I should be dating some wealthier, more successful alpha…
I felt like I could understand him more now.
He didn’t want to believe that we could really be together, because he didn’t want to get hurt if I really did decide on someone else.
I wished I could just make him feel what I felt, and then he’d never doubt me or our future together.
“And you only want me, right?” I prompted as he moved down my body, leaving burning hot open-mouthed kisses along my torso.
“You know I do,” he muttered into my hipbone, almost so quiet I couldn’t hear him.
I shivered from the feeling of his breath on me, trying not to buck up into his touch.
I was so hard, twitching and whimpering and waiting for what he would do next.
“You want to know what I love about fucking you?” He voiced, moving even further down my body until he’d nudged up my thighs, pressing them up into my chest, his face hovering right over my crotch.
The feeling of his strong hands clutching me there, just under the backs of my knees felt stupidly erotic.
“W-what?” I asked, flushing as I heard my voice crack through my heavy panting.
I felt a thick drop of precum ooze out of my dick and drip out onto my stomach, electric anticipation arcing through my blood.
I didn’t know if he wanted to suck me off or eat me out or what, but I’d been the lucky recipient of getting off by Kieran James enough times to know that I wanted it.
“I’m the only one that’s ever had you. It’s like you’re all for me.”
Reaching down to where he gripped me, I gave his hands a quick squeeze with mine. “You know it can be like that forever, right?”
He swallowed hard, so audibly that it crackled along the air in the otherwise silent room. His fingers jerked and twitched under mine, clenching on the backs of my thighs.
“You don’t mean that.”
His eyes bore into mine, dark and deep and… Expectant? He wanted me to correct him, to tell him that I did mean it. I was starting to get good at this whole decoding him thing.
“You know I mean it, Kieran.” I let out a soft sigh, wriggling a bit under him only because I could feel his uncertainty weighing down on me like an anvil. “All you have to do is believe me.”
He didn’t answer me, but I didn’t expect him to. As long as he could hear me and absorb the words, he could process them in his own time. I knew him well enough now to know that was the only way it could ever work between us.
I considered adding something light and teasing to break up the tension, but when he dipped his head down to press his tongue against my hole, I gasped, my hips jerking in an embarrassing rush of intense sensation.
I swear I felt him chuckle, the vibrations traveling along his tongue to pulse against me and settle in my balls.
“Fuck.” I squeaked it out, letting my head fall back onto the pillow and my hands drop limply to the bedsheets, where my fingers dug in to the soft cloth. He licked long, hot lines over me, from my hole to my taint, his saliva mixing with my slick, soaking me even more. “Kieran.”
My nerve endings were on fire as he lapped at me, teasing and fluttering his tongue against my rim, until I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against his mouth. He rewarded me by spearing it inside, fucking me with it until my chest was heaving and my dick was weeping out onto my stomach.
My back arched, displacing my hips enough that he had to shift his grip to my ass cheeks, holding me in place while he kept assaulting my nerve endings until my mind was one shiny blank screen.
“You want to come?” He asked, and I had to suck air back into my lungs to answer him.
“I-I want to come in your mouth,” I said, the words all tumbling out at once. My dick was pulsing, the base throbbing with my frustration. Somehow finding the strength to pull myself back up onto my elbows, I watched for his reaction.
“Yeah? Like this?” He lightly gripped my shaft, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he let his mouth fall open, tapping my ultra sensitive head against his tongue.
A thick string of my precum clung between my slit and his tongue, shining and flickering obscenely in the low light as he jerked me just enough to keep my cockhead lightly thumping against the smooth muscle.
The way his dark eyes pierced into mine along with the way he looked licking my cock washed over me, threatening to send me into a state of overstimulation. The light taps weren’t enough, keeping me poised just on the edge, until I was moaning and begging, my thighs clenching and my toes curling.
All he had to do was slip it in, flicking his tongue against the notch on the underside of my shaft a few times while he sucked my head to have me crying out and coming into his mouth.
Intense bolts of pleasure struck me from every direction, aching pulses of cum shooting into his mouth while I quivered.
Before I could even go limp from the release of tension, he was moving up my body, grabbing my chin and tugging at my bottom lip with his thumb. My mouth opened automatically, my weak arms slipping up and around his neck to hold him closer to me as he slanted his lips over mine.
My eyes widened, and I whimpered in surprise.
My own cum, thick and warm, flooded into my mouth.
His tongue probed me, pushing it further in until all I could do was push up my tongue to meet his and feed some back to him.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders and a moan crawled up my throat, muffled against his lips.
It was an intense kiss, deep and rough with teeth, my cum sliding everywhere until I had to reflexively swallow some of it.
It was hot, having him do things to me without even asking to see if I’d like it.
I loved the idea that he would just mindlessly use me for his own pleasure, that he didn’t need to be careful with me because I wasn’t some fragile little doll that would be shocked or turned off by his desires.
I wanted him to give me every part of himself, no matter how intense.
As soon as he lifted off me enough to let me breathe, I realized he’d already nudged my ass apart, the plump head of his cock pressing against my slippery hole.
I was soaked with slick and still a bit stretched from earlier on the beach, but the pressure of it easing inside had me gasping and scrambling to hold onto his shoulders again, my thighs coming up to clip around his hips.