Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JORDAN
With my mouth on Jo’s, my tongue slicking against hers, I grind my hips down, sucking in a breath at the feel of her wet heat against my cock, at the shot of pleasure that races up my spine despite the barrier of my shorts between us. I’m trying to go slow, understanding the enormity of this night for both of us. But with her writhing under me, gasping as I slide against her clit, the word slow is disappearing from my vocabulary.
And when Jo slides her hands under my shirt, tracing her fingers over my abs, humming into my mouth when my muscles flex under her touch, slow stops being a thing entirely. Sitting up on my knees, I reach behind me and pull my shirt off, throwing it on the floor.
“Holy shit, how are you even real?” Jo breathes, her gaze raking down my torso.
I laugh, realizing not for the first time that I have never laughed as much in a bedroom as I have tonight. It’s a revelation and a relief that Jo and I are still the same together, even as we take this massive step. The foundation of friendship is strong and grounding, even while we’re becoming more, and it’s different from anything I’ve experienced before.
I lock eyes with Jo and bite my lower lip, running my hand over my abs just to see how she’ll react, and I am not disappointed. Her gaze turns molten. She sits up, running a finger along the waistband of my shorts, her gaze trained on my dick.
“Can I?” she asks.
I reach down and tip her chin up so she’s looking at me. “Hurricane, you can touch me anywhere you want. Everywhere. I wish you would. You never have to ask. My cock is already literally dripping for you.”
Jo curls her hands in the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down slowly, taking my boxer briefs with them. My cock springs out, hard as granite and leaking.
“Oh, my fuck.” Jo’s eyes are wide as she takes me in, and I chuckle, pushing my shorts and underwear down and kicking them away. “You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen that many, but you know. There is no way that’s fitting inside of me. It’s not scientifically possible.”
I give myself a couple of long, slow strokes, hissing at the contact. Jo’s eyes track the movement, her tongue sliding over her lower lip. “Oh, we’ll make it fit.” I reach down and swipe a finger through her slit, pushing my finger inside her, loving the way she clamps around me, the moan that rips from her throat. “For science. Science says this perfect pussy was made to be full of me.”
“Science is so smart.” Jo gasps, and I laugh again as I fuck my finger in and out of her, adding a second and rolling my thumb over her clit. With my other hand, I push her shoulder gently, and she falls back on the bed. I crawl over her, my fingers working her over, stretching her out as her hips start to rise and fall to meet my hand.
“That feels so good,” Jo moans out, raking her fingers down my torso, wrapping a hand around my cock and stroking, swiping her thumb over the precum pooling at my slit. When she sucks her thumb into her mouth to taste me, her inner muscles clench around my fingers and I groan at the dual sensation of her pussy tightening around my fingers and her hand on my dick.
“Was that a good groan?” she asks, smirking up at me even as her breathing quickens and her pulse flutters in her throat.
I pull my fingers out of her, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “That was an I need to be inside you before I blow right on your pretty tits groan.” Jo’s eyes flash with interest, and a curl of lust snakes into my belly at the thought of it. “You like the sound of that, Hurricane? You want me to come all over your tits? I think you would look beautiful covered in my cum.”
“I think…” Jo’s voice is considering. “I think that sounds like the perfect addition to the J’s Summer of Fun.”
I half laugh, half groan. I didn’t think it would be possible for my cock to get any harder, but that did it. “We’re absolutely doing it, but not now.” I press hot, open mouth kisses down her neck, along her collar bone, rolling my hips so my cock slides through her slit, coating myself in her wetness and nudging her clit, relishing in her gasp. “You are so fucking wet for me and right now, I need to be inside you.”
“Please.” She whimpers as I roll over her clit again.
“Fuck,” I mutter, reality slamming into me. “I don’t have a condom.”
Jo stills beneath me and then tangles her hands in my hair, guiding my head up until our eyes meet. “Do we need one? I have an IUD. And, well, I just told you about my embarrassing lack of sexual experience.”
I clench my jaw to try and hold onto some semblance of control at the thought of taking her bare, feeling all that tight, wet heat wrapped around me. “You want me to fuck you raw, Jo? Slide inside you with nothing between us?”
She nods, and I grind down over her again, our moans mingling together at all that delicious friction. “I’m good too. I haven’t been with anyone since…” I trail off, nerves racing under my skin a little as I think of Allie for the first time since we walked into this bedroom and then getting a rush of guilt for plopping my dead fiancée right down into bed with us.
Somehow knowing the exact right thing to do, Jo pulls me down to her and presses her lips against mine, taking control of the kiss and sliding her tongue into my mouth, moving under me as she runs her fingers up and down my back in a gesture that is probably means to soothe, but just heats my blood even more.
“Then no condom,” she murmurs against my lips before arching her hips up to meet mine. “Fuck me. Just like this.”
Resting on my forearms, I look down at Jo, cataloguing her flushed face and the freckles across her nose and the way her chest rises and falls in arousal and anticipation. Every inch of her is perfect. I reach down and grasp the back of Jo’s leg, opening her wider, notching my cock at her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you so well your pussy will never come for anyone but me, ever again. Are you ready for that, Hurricane? Once I push this cock inside you, there’s no going back. You’re mine.”
Jo leans up and kisses my jaw, running her hands up my arms and over my shoulders. “I’m already yours,” she whispers. “Always.”
I hesitate briefly, closing my eyes against the onslaught of emotion I feel at her words. I want Jo so badly I can barely breathe. I want to sink inside her and make her mine and keep her for as long as she’ll have me. But I also feel a throb of grief at this moment that takes me one step farther from Allie.
Jo lays one hand on my heart where it thuds against my chest, and her other hand comes up to cup my face. “Open your eyes, Jordan.”
When I do, our gazes lock, and in hers are a support and understanding so deep my breath lodges in my throat.
“Look at me, J. Be here with me now. It’s you and me. I’ve got you.”
The knowledge that she does, that she will, has me dropping down to bracket her head with my forearms, sealing my mouth over hers as I slowly push inside her, moaning at the way her pussy clamps around me, at her needy gasps as I slide the rest of the way in. When I’m fully seated inside her, pleasure simmering in my blood, I drop my forehead to hers, my breathing ragged as I try to hold onto the tattered remains of my control.
“Fuck,” Jo whimpers, writhing beneath me. “You feel so good. I’m so full.”
I lean up, pushing some damp hair away from Jo’s forehead, stroking my hand along her jaw. “You like that, Hurricane? Being so full of me? Feeling me everywhere? I’m going to touch places you didn’t even know you had. Fuck you so well you’ll feel me between your legs for days.”
“Goddammit, Jordan,” Jo rasps, rolling her hips up to mine as best as she can, making a frustrated sound at the way my hips pin her down and restrict her movement. “Move. Please. I need you to move.”
I smirk at her, dropping my head down to lick a wet stripe up her neck, nip at her earlobe, then soothe the spot with my tongue. “I love the way you say my name while you beg for my dick,” I whisper, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as goosebumps break out over her skin. “Wrap those pretty legs around me, Jo Jo. Time for me to take what’s mine.”
Jo wraps her legs around me, pressing her heels into my lower back as I pull out almost all the way and thrust back in, rolling my hips to hit her clit. Jo’s eyes roll back in her head as she tugs at my hair, the sharp pain a shot straight to my balls. “Do it again,” Jo gasps out. “I’ve never felt anything as good as this.”
I know it’s a caveman thing, but I can’t help the glow of pride at being the only man to ever make her feel this way. It’s that thought that has me moving in long, languid strokes, angling my hips to hit her exactly where she needs it. The sounds Jo makes are indecent, and combined with the sound of our bodies slapping together, they have my control snapping.
Taking both of Jo’s hands in one of mine, I lace our fingers together and press our joined hands above her head as I start to fuck her, hard and fast.
“Holy fuck, Jordan—don’t stop,” Jo cries out as I drop my head to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. My name on her lips has me going feral, and I fuck her wildly, snapping my hips forward as pleasure arrows through me. “Never, Hurricane,” I grit out, sucking her other nipple into my mouth, her legs tightening around me, trembling as I fuck us both into oblivion. “I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine, Jo,” I growl. “Fucking. Mine.”
And she is. It’s the only thought I have as sweat beads on my forehead, and I lock eyes with Jo, her pupils blown wide with pleasure and her breath coming in rapid pants as our bodies slam together. She’s mine. I never thought anyone would ever be mine again, but then Jo Evans came barreling into my world, and for the second time in my life, I was helpless to stop the fall.
“I like being yours,” Jo says on an airy breath, her hands tightening in mine as she meets me thrust for thrust, her tits bouncing and a gorgeous pink flush crawling up her body.
“Then come for me, sweetheart. Show me you’re mine.”
“Only if you come with me. Together, J.”
“Together,” I rasp out, my hips losing their rhythm as pleasure races up my spine. I dip my head down and flick one of her nipples with my tongue, grinding down hard as I thrust, hitting her clit and making her cry out.
“Shit, shit, shit, I’m coming. Oh my godddddd,” she moans out.
“Soak my dick, Hurricane.” I groan. “Choke the cum right out of me.”
It only takes one more thrust before Jo explodes, my name tearing from her throat. The combination of her squeezing me so tightly and the sounds she makes as she comes has me following her over the edge, white hot pleasure unfurling into my limbs as I crash my mouth down to hers, my dick swelling and my hips jerking as I unleash inside her, grunting into her neck as my orgasm rolls through me.
I slow my hips, rocking into her until we’re both wrung out, and then I collapse sideways, wrapping my arms around Jo and hauling her against my chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and our hearts thunder against each other, and she fits perfectly, right here next to me.
“Shit, J,” she gasps, a little bit of wonder in her voice. “That was…I don’t even have the words for what that was.”
“Incredible,” I say, a little breathlessly, my face buried in her hair as I hold her tightly, her solid body against mine both a comfort and a reminder that I want to do what we just did a million more times. I’m gone for her. “Give me a second, and I’ll clean you up.”
“Don’t you dare move.” Jo’s voice is muffled by my chest, but she lifts her head to look at me. “That was perfect, J. Every single second.”
In her eyes, I see exactly what she isn’t saying. That she’s taking my minor grief attack in stride. That she’s holding space for that part of me. That she’s a safe place for me to be however I need to be. I could live a thousand lifetimes, and I would still never be able to explain the way it feels to be so well understood. Entirely without words, I lean down and kiss Jo, long and slow and deep, pouring out everything I don’t yet know how to say.
“Thank you,” I murmur against her lips.
She laughs and pulls back. “I think maybe I should be thanking you. Those two orgasms were way better than anything Chris ever gives me.”
Absolutely adoring her, I roll her onto her back, capturing a nipple in my mouth and sucking hard, loving the way she throws her head back, groaning up at the ceiling.
Lifting my head, I smirk at her. “How many orgasms do you think Chris has given you?”
She looks down at me, a playful expression on her face. “Oh, thousands,” she says airily.
I grin. “Well, it looks like I have some catching up to do.”
Her answering laugh as I move down her body, worshipping every perfect inch of her, is sunshine.