Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
JORDAN
“Come with me.”
Jo grabs my hand and pulls me off of the 72nd Street Transverse where we’re walking towards the park exit. I follow her onto Bethesda Terrace, and she leads me down the stairs and around the corner, under the arches.
It’s dark and deserted down here, not at all well-lit like the rest of the park. This seems like not a super great place to be, and I’m about to say exactly that. But then Jo spins, pushing me up against the wall and standing on her tiptoes, slamming her mouth to mine, and every thought falls out of my brain.
She wraps her arms around my waist, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue inside mine. The kiss is hot and wet, and her cupcake scent surrounds me as my dick hardens between us. She explores my mouth, tasting and teasing, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I am so here for it.
The stone is cool against my back compared to the inferno racing in my blood as Jo presses closer to me, grinding her body against my dick. A growl rumbles in my chest as I cup her face in my hands, tilting her head to take the kiss even deeper. I flick my tongue against her top lip and smile as she lets out a low moan.
I am fucking ravenous for her. Reaching down, I go to pick her up, but she steps back, breaking the kiss. She stares at me, chest heaving, lips wet and swollen, eyes dark and filled with lust. Then she smirks—fucking smirks—before dropping to her knees on the stone floor.
Holy fucking fuck .
“What are you doing?”
Jo looks up at me through her long, dark lashes then down at my dick tenting my shorts and back up at me. “I would assume the answer to that question would be self-explanatory.”
“We’re in public.” My not even a protest is half-hearted, even to my ears.
She glances around the dark, empty plaza and the corner we’re tucked away in, then looks back at me with a glint in her eye that makes my cock twitch. “Listen, J. I’m counting to five and then I’m pulling these shorts down and sucking your dick. If that’s not something you want, you better stop me now.”
I think my soul leaves my body as Jo starts to count, her eyes on mine, and nothing in heaven or on earth could make me stop her.
“One.”
She slides her hands up my legs, and I lock my knees when they threaten to buckle.
“Two.”
Runs a finger along the waistband of my shorts, watching as my stomach muscles contract at her touch.
“Three.”
Curls her fingers in the waistband. I could tell her to do it, but something about the anticipation, the heat swirling in her gaze, is so fucking sexy that I let her do her thing.
“Four.”
Pulls my shorts down and leans in, pressing her tongue to the head of my dick through my boxers. My hands slap against the wall behind me for balance as her hot breath flutters over me, and my bones liquefy at the feeling.
“Five.”
She tugs my boxers, and when my cock springs free, she immediately dives on it, licking a hot stripe up the underside and swirling her tongue around the head.
“Holy fuck, Jo,” I grit out, my hands curling into fists as a sharp shot of pleasure races through me. She grips my hips tightly and gives me a look so fucking hot I think I would do literally anything she asked of me right now. She owns me, and I am the luckiest fucking guy in the world to be owned by her.
“You are perfect,” she says before taking me into her mouth, lashing her tongue across the head and swallowing me down.
I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair, wrapping her ponytail around my hand. When I tug, she moans around me, and I feel the vibration everywhere. Gripping the base of my cock, her mouth and hand working perfectly together, she drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“Shit, Jo,” I mutter. “You are a fucking dream on your knees for me. Suck me down, Hurricane. Let me see what it feels like to come down that pretty throat.”
Jo hums around my dick and reaches between my legs, rolling my balls in her hand and stroking a finger along the sensitive skin behind my sac. She takes me deeper, and I suck in a breath, my entire body vibrating at the feel of her working me over. Sliding her mouth up, she glides her tongue along the underside of my cock and then hollows her cheeks out and sucks me down so far that I bump the back of her throat, letting out a strangled moan as she gags around me.
My hips rock forward instinctively before I catch myself, not wanting to give her something she isn’t ready for. But Jo’s eyes flash with heat, and she pops off me, gripping my hips tightly. “Don’t stop. I like it when you lose control a little. Let me feel you everywhere.”
“Motherfucker,” I gasp out as she takes me back into her mouth, swallowing me all the way down. I tighten my hand on her hair and thrust my hips, sliding back even deeper, my vision blurring as her throat constricts around me.
“You. Are. Spectacular,” I grit out, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust of my hips. Electricity gathers at the base of my spine, and my balls draw up tight. Jo’s mouth is so hot and so wet, and when she tongues the sensitive groove below my head, I know I’m done for.
“Gonna come, Hurricane.”
Jo tightens her hands on my hips and slides up on my cock, leaving just my tip in her mouth and sucking hard. My dick throbs and my balls are steel as pleasure unfurls and I shoot down her throat with a growl, my hand tightening in her hair. I rock my hips, and I keep coming for what feels like forever.
Jo sticks with me the whole time, taking everything I give her, and when she finally sucks me dry, I haul her up and seal my mouth over hers in a deep kiss. My tongue swipes into her mouth, and tasting myself has my cock jerking again.
Jo must feel it because she laughs a little breathlessly. “That’s impressive recovery time,” she murmurs.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, I cup her face with my other hand and lock eyes with her. “You did that to me, Jo Jo. I think you sucked my soul clear out of my body.”
She grins. “So it was good?”
I kiss her nose. “Fuck, yeah, it was amazing. Gold medal.”
She presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I did a lot of research.”
“You did…” I break off, huffing out a laugh and kissing her breathless because everything about her is perfect.
When we break apart, I glide my thumb over her bottom lip, taking her in. The glow of the dim streetlamp from the top of the stairs splashes across her features, making her green eyes sparkle and the freckles across her nose stand out. A smile plays across her face, her hair is messy from my hands, and she is so beautiful my heart speeds up, even as my body recovers. Standing here in this dark corner of New York, I know without a doubt that I will remember this moment for the rest of my life, and all I want to do is stay with her, to be where she is, and I hope she wants to stay with me too.
I kiss her one more time before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, tugging her close to me as I reach down, pull up my shorts, and then guide her towards the stairs.
“Come on, Hurricane. Let’s go home.”
* * *
When we get to her apartment, I return the favor, pinning Jo against the counter and dropping to my knees on the kitchen floor, slinging her leg over my shoulder and sealing my mouth over her clit until she comes on a scream. Then she climbs on top of me on the couch and rides me until I forget my own name, and then I fuck her again against the shower wall.
A couple hours later, we tumble into her bed, naked and exhausted, bodies still damp from the shower. I tug Jo to me until her back is against my chest and my arms are wrapped around her. I bury my face in her hair and breathe her in, everything inside of me settled at the feel of her next to me, our hearts beating in sync.
“I like having you here,” Jo mumbles, her voice thick with sleep. “I sleep better with you next to me.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her shoulder. “Me too, Jo Jo.”
She snuggles deeper into me, and in seconds, she’s fast asleep, her body relaxing, her breathing turning slow and deep. I kiss her again, tightening my arms around her, and I follow her straight into a deep and dreamless sleep.