Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JO
Goddamn, he can kiss .
It’s my one conscious thought as Jordan kicks my bedroom door shut and turns us so my back is pressed against it. He grips my hips and tugs me to him, moving his mouth over mine in a kiss that is the opposite of soft and sweet. I tangle my hands in his hair and take everything he’s giving me. This kiss is focused and determined. It’s hot and wet. It’s lips and tongues and teeth and fingers streaking up to graze my ribs and the sides of my breasts before moving back down to grasp my hips.
Jordan slides a hand down my leg, gripping the back of my thigh and bringing my leg up to wrap around his hip. With his mouth still devouring me, he rolls his hips in a way that has his hard cock gliding right over my clit. He groans, and the shot of pleasure is so sharp and so sudden that the moan escapes before I realize it. My body flushes hot as I try and choke it back.
“Don’t do that,” Jordan grits out, grinding against me and pressing hot, wet kisses along my jaw and to the spot behind my ear that makes me crazy. He knows it, too, because when I shiver, he chuckles, and the sound has arousal swimming in my blood.
“Do what?”
“Hold back your sounds. Your sounds are mine, Hurricane, and I want every single one of them tonight.”
Jordan pushes a hand into my hair and slants his mouth back over mine as he slides his other hand higher on my thigh. His fingertips dip into the leg of my shorts, gliding along the seam of my underwear, and suddenly all my slow has never really been my speed talk from earlier is coming back to bite me in the ass. Never have I ever felt more inexperienced in my life than when faced with the sexiest man alive in front of me, kissing me like the world is ending, his fingers inches from my clit.
I have stupidly little experience when it comes to sex, and none of it very good. For the first time in the months we’ve been hanging out, I feel every single day of our age difference, and I do not love that for me.
I want him with a desperation that borders on complete madness, and at the same time, I have almost no idea what to do with him.
I am entirely out of my depth.
Jordan must notice that my head has left the chat because he pulls back, his face a mask of concern. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking my face with his thumb. “What’s wrong, Jo Jo?”
The tears fill my eyes out of nowhere.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. No.
Panic lances through me as I blink rapidly, trying to stave off the tears and pull myself together. It’s no use. The tears have decided to come, and they will not be deterred. So naturally, I take the most mature, adult path available to me.
Ducking out from under Jordan’s arm, I take two running steps and leap face first into my bed, rolling so my comforter wraps around me like a burrito.
This is when he leaves. The moment he decides my crazy is just too much crazy. It’s the path every relationship I’ve ever had has taken, so why not this one too?
Except not this one apparently, because as I sniffle pathetically inside my blanket burrito, the bed dips and I feel Jordan stretch out next to me.
“Hey, Hurricane?”
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice muffled from the blankets.
“You want to come out of there and talk to me?”
“I can’t. Just let me die of humiliation in peace. I live here now.”
Jordan laughs, like he finds this all extremely amusing. Hot, gorgeous jerk. “Well, if you’re not coming out, can I come in?”
I pause, considering this. “You want to come inside my blanket burrito?”
“I mean, that’s where you are, and I really like being where you are.”
My chest inflates at that, and if I wasn’t weighed down by blankets and the feel of Jordan’s hand running up and down my side, I might just float away. No one has ever offered to sit with me in my crazy before. Every person I’ve ever dated has run away from it after a while, and Jordan doing the opposite of that has my heart leaping straight out of my body, busting through the layers of blankets and landing right in his hands.
I roll away from Jordan just enough to unwrap myself a little and hold up the edge of the blanket. He is so freaking perfect with his hair all messy from my hands and his lips a little swollen from kissing me, and my heart gives a painful thump, as if to say, let me at him . Jordan gives me a wink and a smirk that has my underwear practically incinerating, and then, in the sexiest move of all time, he rolls us both so I’m on his other side facing him, and we’re in a blanket burrito for two.
He reaches up and tucks some loose hair behind my ear, leaving his hand on my cheek. His eyes are deep pools of blue as they study my face. “So, you want to tell me what that was all about?”
My sigh is dramatic because, apparently, I can’t resist being extra, even when I’m having an existential crisis. “Okay, so the thing is, I don’t have, like, a ton of experience with sex. I’m not a virgin or anything, it’s just that my experience is…limited.”
Jordan just nods, like he’s waiting for me to continue. Like he knows there’s more, and he’s settling in for all of it. I fall just a little deeper.
“It’s not for lack of trying. It’s mostly that anyone I’ve ever dated has always thought it was kind of a novelty to date the cute, quirky girl who does wild things like take you on scavenger hunts in the middle of the night. Except there always comes a point where they discover that this isn’t some hilarious persona I’m adopting for a while; this is actually who I am, and when faced with dealing with my crazy long term, they lose interest fast, and then they’re gone. And yeah, I guess it stings a little, but also, this is who I am, and I like me, so it’s whatever. But the irritating part is that they always figure it out right around the time we should be getting naked. I wish I had gone through a slutty phase in college, but I was too busy being the weird girl who took paleontology classes and went on spring break trips to archaeological digs in Argentina. So now, here I am, twenty-eight years old, lying here with the hottest man in the cosmos, and instead of getting naked with you, we’re laying in a blanket burrito discussing my embarrassing lack of sexual experience.”
Jordan smirks at me and runs a thumb over my bottom lip. It’s all so devastatingly sexy that I want to die. And also climb him like a tree. “Hottest man in the cosmos, huh?”
I snort. “Please. You know what you look like. You’re perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he says, a smile playing over his lips even as heat simmers in his eyes, and he sweeps his gaze down my body and back up. “And I like every single inch of your crazy, Jo. I hate that anyone has made you feel like it was too much because no amount of you could ever be too much.”
I shrug. “I don’t really care about that so much. Like I said, I like me. It’s mostly just, like, it would have been cool to know what to do with a man in my bed and know what an orgasm feels like when it comes from someone else and not my own hand.”
Jordan’s eyes turn a little feral, and his smile takes on a sharp edge. “You’ve never had an orgasm with someone else?”
I shake my head. “Unless you count Chris.”
“Who’s Chris?” The growl and the edge of jealousy in Jordan’s voice is hilarious, considering he once had a whole entire fiancée.
“My vibrator. He’s pink and sparkly, and he always gets me off.”
“You named your vibrator Chris?”
I shrug. “There are a lot of really good Chrises. Evans. Hemsworth. Pine. O’Donnell. Messina. It’s like a choose your own adventure every night.”
“How about tonight you let me be your adventure?” He winces as soon as he says it. “I think that was the worst thing that’s ever come out of my mouth.”
I can’t help it. I collapse into hysterical laughter. I laugh until tears roll down my face, and Jordan laughs too, except then he rolls right on top of me, and neither of us is laughing anymore. I grip Jordan’s waist as he hovers above me, resting his weight on his forearms. He dips his head, taking my mouth in a long, deep kiss. When he breaks away, the desire in his eyes is a mirror of my own.
“Let me take care of you tonight, Jo Jo. Let me show you what it’s like to have every inch of you well and truly worshipped. Let me strip you naked and learn how you taste and what sounds you make when you come. How you feel when I sink inside you, bury my cock in your tight pussy, fuck you until you’re crying out my name. I don’t care how much experience you have. All I care about is that you’re here with me now. I’ll take care of the rest. Let me show you everything.”
Holy shit . “Yes. All of that. Right now, please.”
Jordan chuckles and leans down, kissing me deeply as one of his hands glides down my side and slides up under my shirt. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch as his hand inches up my ribs. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the tank over my head and toss it aside before he dips back down, tracing his lips over my jaw and down my neck, licking lightly at my hammering pulse and making me whimper before kissing down my chest to the top edge of my bra.
“I like it better when you don’t wear this,” Jordan mumbles against my skin.
“You know I don’t usually wear bras?” I gasp out as Jordan’s tongue dips below the cup, grazing my nipple as he moves his knees to either side of my thighs, straddling me as he slides his hands around my back to unhook my bra.
“Changed your clothes the first night you were sick, remember?” he says, tossing the bra on the floor. “Told you I didn’t look.” He lifts his head and gives me a heated smirk that immediately ruins my underwear. “I lied.” He leans back down and immediately sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, my hips launching off the bed. Jordan leans more of his weight onto my legs, pinning me to the bed while his mouth continues its delicious assault, moving from one breast to the other, sucking my nipples into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue, rolling them between his fingers until I’m a quivering puddle of fuckyesohmygod .
“Patience,” he murmurs. I whimper as he grazes his teeth over one stiffened peak, crying out when he pinches the other with his fingers. “I don’t think anyone has ever taken enough time with you, Jo. But I will. I want to take as much time as you’ll give me. You’re such a good fucking girl, letting me play with these pretty tits. I bet I could make you come just like this. Not tonight though. Tonight, I want to know what every inch of you tastes like.” He lifts his head to look at me. “Can I taste you, Hurricane?”
“No one has ever…”
Jordan stops me with his lips on mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, his hips dropping just enough for me to feel him—hot and hard—through his shorts, and everything inside me buzzes with need. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else has done,” he says against my lips. “I want to know if I can. If you’ll let me go down on you, show you what it feels like when a grown ass man eats.”
I think my soul leaves my body for a second, but when it returns, all I can think about is that hot, talented mouth on me, and I want it more than I want to breathe. “Fuck, yes. Do it, J.”
“Goddamn right,” he growls, his hands reaching for the waistband of my cutoffs, flicking open the button and pulling down the zipper. He leans down and kisses the hollow between my breasts, then slides down, his mouth tracing a hot, wet path down my belly, licking along the edge of my underwear and back, over and over again. Just when I think I’m about to descend into madness for how much I want him, he curls his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, peeling them down my legs and taking my underwear with them. When he tosses them on the ground, he sits up on his knees, looking down at me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, trailing his heated gaze up and down my body.
It’s wildly erotic to be lying here naked while he’s still fully clothed, his erection tenting his shorts. With a hand on each of my knees, he pushes my legs apart. And when his tongue glides along his lower lip, his hair falling across his forehead as he stares down at where I’m wet and needy for him, I think I might combust.
“Please,” I whimper.
Jordan’s smile is wicked. “I like it when you beg. You’re already dripping wet for me, Hurricane. You ready to feel what it’s like when someone other than a vibrator named Chris makes you come? I’m sure ready to taste your orgasm all over my tongue.”
Holy Mother Mary, I am deceased . There’s a nonzero chance I don’t survive this night, but Jesus, what a way to go.
“I am so, so ready.”
Jordan smirks at me and lays down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around my legs and using his thumbs to spread me apart. He gives me one long lick, flicking his tongue against my clit and chuckling a little darkly when I squirm against his face.
“So sweet for me,” he mumbles. “I knew you would be. I’m about to make this delicious pussy come for me. Only me,” he growls, diving back down. Jordan eats me like a man possessed. Sucking my clit into his mouth and then lapping at me, fucking me with his tongue while my hands twist in the sheets and I moan his name at the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” I cry, as he sucks my clit into his mouth again and flicks it with his tongue over and over until I’m whimpering and squirming and trying to get closer, frustratingly pinned down by his strong arms against my hips.
“I need…” I gasp, not entirely sure what I need except for something .
“You need more?” Jordan murmurs against me, spearing his tongue inside me as his thumb presses against my clit, rolling in firm circles that have me hurtling towards the edge.
“Please,” I gasp out.
“Hold on, Hurricane.”
In a fuckhot feat of strength that almost has me coming on the spot, Jordan tightens his grip on my hips and rolls onto his back, flipping me with him, so I’m face down, my pelvis splayed directly over his face. He slides his hands up my torso, pushing me until I’m upright, my knees straddling his head as his fingers flick my nipples and I get an electric shot straight to the clit.
That thing where I was dead before? Now I’m actually dead because Jordan says nothing. He just rolls my nipples between his fingers and cocks an eyebrow at me as if to say, come and get it . And all of a sudden, I’m not Jo Evans, with no significant sexual experience to speak of. I’m Jo Evans, sex goddess, who sits her pussy right onto the mouth of the gorgeous man and rides.
Jordan anchors his hands on my hips as he shoves his tongue back inside me and rocks me over his face, hitting my clit so perfectly my hands fly out to grab the headboard, so I don’t topple face first into it.
“Fuck, yes,” Jordan grunts, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “Give it to me, Jo. Fucking soak me.”
The noises Jordan makes as he eats me are unholy, and just as I think I can’t take one more ounce of sensation, he slides a hand around to my ass, trailing down until he finds my entrance and pushes two fingers deep inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, gripping the headboard, rolling my hips over him and then grinding down onto his fingers. The pleasure makes my head spin as my orgasm builds. Every time I think I’ll fall over the edge, Jordan hits another place inside me I didn’t know I had, and I climb even higher.
“Please, Jordan,” I moan, my hips losing their rhythm as the pleasure takes over. He tightens his hand on my hip to anchor me to him, as if to say, I’ve got you . And he does, because two seconds later, he sucks my clit into his mouth, roughing over it with his tongue at the same time his fingers curl against my front wall. I explode, my orgasm slamming into me so hard my vision blurs at the edges as I cry out, waves of pleasure rolling over me until I’m mumbling incoherently, holding on for dear life as Jordan works me through it.
When the pleasure finally ebbs, he helps me roll onto my back where I lay, my chest rising and falling, my heart thundering against my ribcage.
“Am I dead?” I gasp out. “It feels like maybe I am.”
Jordan laughs, and when I open my eyes, he’s hovering over me, a satisfied smile on his face. He dips his head and kisses me, licking into my mouth so I can taste myself, and it’s the hottest moment of my life.