Milán
I’ve been a solitary person for so long that it’s been strange having so many people around me at all times.
What’s startling, though, is that so far I haven’t really noticed.
When I think back on these past months, the sudden onslaught of people hasn’t felt like a change in the midst of all the other ways my life has been turned upside down.
Well, I notice now.
Now, when I have a sudden need for privacy and limited options to get it.
There’s always somebody around.
Always something going on.
It wouldn’t have mattered before.
But now there’s Jordan.
And suddenly each moment I get alone with him is rare. To the point where it starts to feel the universe has grown stingy with him, offering scraps when I’m starving. Being alone with him has turned into a rare luxury, the kind I frustratingly can’t buy, which is how I usually solve my problems.
Tonight, though, we’re at my place. Aiden’s at work, and Theo and Rory are having a sleepover at Jordan’s house. You best fucking believe I’m taking advantage.
I put the empty takeout box down on the floor. We ate in my bed, the lights turned low, door closed, firmly shutting the rest of the world out.
It started to snow just before he arrived, and by now the world outside is covered with a thick white sheen.
There’s something in the air tonight; a seductive tension that stretches between us. The buzzing expectation of something good, where you both want to get your hands on it right the fuck now, but you’re also enjoying the anticipation.
I slide my foot over to where his leg is resting on the bed. He’s still dressed in the charcoal slacks and light blue button-down he wears to work. Very proper. Perfectly put together.
I slide my toe over the sole of his foot. His leg jerks, and he turns to look at me, eyes shining with silent laughter. He raises his brows at me.
“Not getting enough attention?” he asks.
“I want the spotlight.”
His lips twitch, and he tilts his head, taking in my sprawled body. There’s the slightest hitch of his breath.
“I’m not sure what I have to give is enough for you. You’re used to adoring crowds.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. I, for one, believe in you. Think of it as a challenge.”
He smirks. “Oh, I bet that one would work on you like a literal fucking charm, wouldn’t it?”
“What?” I ask with a laugh.
“Challenges. Dares. Any type of provocation like that.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
This time he laughs out loud. “Do try and tell me that a person who used to be a top athlete doesn’t have a competitive streak. Come on, I dare you.”
I’m not like that. Am I? No. Although, a claim like that deserves a response.
“There’s nothing wrong with a bit of competitive drive,” I say.
“Of course not,” he drawls. “Nothing at all. Won’t make you an easy target whatsoever.”
My eyes narrow. “Come again?”
He throws me a smirk, just shy of laughing.
“I bet I can balance on one leg longer than you,” he says.
Okay, this is just ridiculous.
“That won’t work.”
He smiles, all serene. “I’m really good, too. I do yoga.”
“Do you?” I ask, distracted and intrigued.
He hums in response, still eyeing me.
“It helps with balance. And flexibility,” he adds offhandedly.
My blood turns hot in a snap.
Does an erection, by chance, also help with balance?
It sounds like something scientific minds would want to know. I can help with research.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “It’ll only take about ten seconds.”
“Are you seriously suggesting I can’t keep my balance longer than ten seconds?”
“Can you?” he asks with a shrug.
What do you know? Turns out I am an easy target.
I sigh and push myself off the bed.
“Let’s get this over with.”
To his credit, he doesn’t gloat, just gets to his feet.
“On three?” he asks.
I nod, and as he counts us down, I lift my foot into the air.
“Wait,” I say when I remember. “What does the winner get?”
He shrugs. “A blowjob?”
I almost topple over then and there at the casual way he says it. By some miracle, I manage to stay upright.
I narrow my eyes at him again.
“You play dirty.”
“I know. So annoying, right?”
He still has that serene look about him as he stands, the sole of his right foot pressed against the inner thigh of his left leg.
“I’ve been balancing for more than ten seconds,” I point out.
He shrugs, unconcerned. “You win some, you lose some.”
“Make yourself comfortable,” I say. “We might be here a while.”
It’s balancing on one foot. It’s easy.
Just as I think that, he reaches out and gives my shoulder a quick shove. I land on my ass on the bed.
I stare at him in total disbelief.
He puts his foot down. “I win.”
“The fuck? You cheated!”
“Well, no. We didn’t agree on any rules. I said I could balance longer. I did.”
My mouth drops open.
“There is no conceivable world where this counts as a win. A fucking rematch is in order.”
He tilts his head to the side, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I didn’t take you for a sore loser.”
I’m almost speechless. “I am, but that’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“You. Cheated,” I say slowly.
He looks like he’s considering for a bit before he shakes his head. “Nah.”
I flop down on my back with a huff.
He comes and stands between my parted knees, looking down at me, his lips twitching. “You’re cute when you’re pouting,” he says.
At this point I’m going to argue on principle. “The hits just keep on coming.”
“Do you object to being called cute or me saying you’re pouting?” he asks as he squints at me.
“Both.”
He eyes me for another second. Licks his slightly parted lips as his eyes move up and down my sprawled body.
He swiftly goes down on his knees in the next breath. My eyes widen and my heartbeat picks up speed at once. Adrenaline courses through my veins like somebody’s injecting it into me via firehose.
His fingers tremble lightly as he reaches for the waistband of my sweats.
“Now that I think about it,” he says, “I might’ve cheated just a tiny bit. So what if I try and make it up to you?”
My dick starts to thicken against my thigh. There’s a bit of uncertainty in his gaze, but mostly it’s hunger. Pure, undiluted hunger. The kind of look that promises to devour me.
I push myself up onto my elbows to get a better view of an already magnificent sight. My cock reacts by lengthening another inch against the inside of Jordan’s arm.
His eyes flick to mine, then back to my crotch, where my dick is now creating a tent in my pants.
He wraps his hand around me through my pants, and I blow out a breath. It’s not relief. Instead, it only adds more tension.
His gaze flicks to my face again.
“Tell me what you like,” he says. “Or if I’m bad at it.”
He presses his thumb to the head of my cock, making a slow, experimental circle.
“I’ve yet to see you fail at anything,” I say. “I doubt this will be it.”
He huffs out a soft laugh. “First time for everything.” He rubs the head with his thumb again and looks up at me. “Including this.”
“I’ll walk you through it,” I promise hoarsely, pushing myself into a sitting position.
His warm palms slide to my waist, where he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. He sits back on his haunches and watches me.
“Shirt off,” I tell him.
He quirks his brow but does as I say. My eyes latch on to the smooth planes of his chest as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off.
He’s fit, with tight, wiry muscles of a runner and faintly defined abs.
I put my hands on the bedspread and push my hips up slightly while he hooks his fingers around my waistband and starts to pull the sweats down.
My cock springs free, and his eyes widen as it slaps against my abdomen.
He studies it, and I watch him look at me.
“It’s almost like you’re conducting a thorough inspection,” I finally say.
His gaze meets mine. “Gathering info for my review.” He sounds just slightly breathless.
“Care to give me a preview of what I might expect from said review?”
He laughs, also breathlessly. “I’ve only got the visuals as we speak.”
I quirk my brow at him. “And?”
He studies my cock some more. A drop of precum seeps out from the slit while he does.
“Holy shit,” he whispers before he looks up. He swallows. “That’s about all I have for now. Also, impressive. Feels like I need a special permit to operate something like this.”
I snort out a laugh. “What else do you need from me? I’m all for cooperation to make your job easier.” My voice is strained from the way he keeps looking at me.
He licks his lips before his gaze collides with mine.
“A taste?” he says in a low, throaty voice.
There’s nervousness in his eyes, but also unmistakable lust.
Before I can say anything, he leans forward and swipes the flat of his tongue over the head and the drop of precum.
I suck in a breath, and my stomach muscles tighten painfully. He looks up again as if to confirm that what he’s doing is okay, and I want to tell him that if it were any more okay, I would combust. My fists tighten around the sheets.
He lowers his head, wraps his lip around the tip of my cock, and sucks.
His tongue swipes over the slit, and he sucks again.
More.
Cheeks hollowing.
He sucks me.
More precum leaks out of me. Or rather, he drinks it out of me. It’s like he’s using me as a straw to taste my lust.
His eyes are like the night sky—deep and dark, with sparks in them. Sparks made of desire.
He wants me just as much as I want him.
It’s a visual confirmation of something I technically already knew. Something inside me seems to have needed it. Something that gives me the go-ahead to relax into him.
He pulls me deeper into his mouth and his fingers graze my balls. I close my eyes against the rush of lust that explodes inside me.
My fingers move to his head and tighten in his hair. He lets out a low moan that makes my cock jerk. He takes me deeper, and intentionally or not, gags when he goes too far. The mix of saliva and my own precum makes my cock slicker and my breathing harsher.
He slides his palms up my thighs, fingers sinking into the flesh.
I drop back on my elbows.
He sucks cock like he’s been practicing for years. There’s an eagerness to it, but he also goes down on me with the kind of aggressiveness that suggests he’s riding into battle, determined to prove himself.
It’s fucking hot.
He wraps his fist around my dick, stroking, and follows his hand down with his mouth.
He sucks, laps, slurps. The sounds he’s making are pure indecency.
His fingertips are digging into the sides of my ass now.
He goes deeper, gagging when my cock twitches against the back of his throat. Goes down on me again.
My hips give an involuntary thrust, and his eyes water as he looks up at me before he pulls all the way to the tip and sucks on it. He tongues the slit and twists his hand around the base.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Christ. Stop.” I tug at his hair. I need to fuck, but I can’t push into his throat. I don’t know what he’s ready for, but it might not be me coming in his mouth.
He ignores me and sucks me harder.
My thoughts go sluggish, until there’s nothing but the desperate search for release.
My body grows tighter under the onslaught of pleasure.
“Jordy,” I rasp.
He swallows around me, and with a harsh shout, I come, cock pulsing against his tongue, hot bursts of cum hitting the back of his throat.
He shifts back onto his haunches, keeping the tip in his mouth. A trickle of my release slides down from the corner of his mouth.
I’m curled over him, chest heaving, vision narrowed down to him and him alone.
My cock falls out of his mouth, and his eyes are locked with mine when he wipes his forearm over his lips. A moment later, he’s kissing his way up my body, licking my abs, my chest, the curve of my neck, until his face is hovering over mine.
The kiss that follows is fierce and intense and tastes like me. My tongue pushes into his mouth, enjoying the way I taste in him.
I cup his face with both hands and pull him down on top of me.
I roll us over and dip my tongue into the hollow of his throat. I feel him swallow against it.
His cock pushes against the fabric of his slacks, and there’s a splotch of wetness where the tip is.
I cup him through his pants, and he gives a pained moan.
“Don’t make me come in my pants,” he says, and tries to bat my hand away.
I hum.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He opens one eye and peers at me. “What are you planning on, then?”
“You got a taste of me. It’s only fair if I get a taste, too, wouldn’t you say?”
He sucks in a breath and gives a jerky nod.
“Only fair,” he agrees, and drops down on his back.
While I go down on him.