30. Jordan
Jordan
Orion sinks to his knees like there’s liquid in his bones.
The movement is smooth. Controlled. It looks like it’s natural for him.
He sits back on his heels when he’s on the floor and looks up at me.
He looks like every version of himself I’ve ever seen, and a good few I haven’t, rolled into one.
His eyes are darker than they were in the club, glossy orbs with flames lit inside them.
He breathes through his mouth as he reaches out to touch me.
My hands have drifted to my sides. They’re hanging limply, and I can’t remember how to make my fingers work.
Fortunately, it doesn’t matter because Orion still knows how his work.
He uses them deftly, unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping my fly quickly.
I feel each and every tooth of the zipper spring free.
Each one that comes loose cranks my arousal up significantly.
My heart beats in my throat. In my cock.
In my mind. All of it swells more with each second that passes.
I brace myself against the counter and thrust my hips forward to give him as much access as possible, and he makes short work of getting my pants around my ankles. He yanks my boxer briefs down too, roughly and with a little more force than the action strictly requires.
It turns me on hard.
By the time there’s nothing but a cool breeze lapping at my ass cheeks, Orion is kneeling at my feet.
His lips are parted. His jaw is too. I can see the soft pink sheen of his tongue and the tantalizing suggestion of the heat he holds within him.
What I like even more than that is the set of his brow.
A tiny line of concentration forms as he sizes me up like I’m some kind of prize.
Not second prize either. First prize if the way he’s looking at me is anything to go by.
My dick lurches in response. It makes Orion smile, but not with his eyes. Only with the corners of his lips. The effect is so sexy that I find myself releasing a slow, jerky breath that would be a whine if I weren’t actively fighting against making a sound.
The tension between us is unbearable. So is the space. It’s not much—a foot, maybe two—but it’s made of shards of glass. Hard, sharp things I can’t stand.
I can’t stand it.
I can’t stand it.
I reach out and run my fingers through Orion’s hair.
His eyes slide shut on contact, fluttering beneath his eyelids, before flicking up and settling on me with even more heat.
There’s a comfort to touching him that heals something in me.
It feels so good that I’d almost like to stop time right here and now.
To stay in this moment, where it’s only him and me with no shards of glass between us, forever.
My dick objects violently to the notion, jerking up toward my belly and taking several seconds to settle again.
Orion takes that for the invitation it is.
He curls his hand around the base of my shaft and eases my head between his soft, waiting lips.
He puts a considerable amount of me into his mouth before sealing his lips around me.
When he does, my knees buckle, and I’m forced to grapple with the edge of the countertop to regain my composure.
Fortunately, Orion doesn’t notice. His eyes are closed.
If it weren’t for the demonic way he’s sucking my dick, he’d look completely angelic with his long lashes casting pretty shadows on his cheeks.
He shifts his knees, right one and then left, to get closer to me, and presses his face down on me, taking more of me than I thought possible.
I let out a loud, strangled gurgle and a long string of expletives.
It doesn’t slow him at all.
He sinks down on me at his leisure, swallowing and pulling back slowly when he reaches his limit. His throat tightens around me each time he swallows, and it feels so good that I can hardly stand it.
Now and again, his eyelids flutter and he makes the same sound he usually makes when he has the first bite of a meal he loves, and holy shit, I love that so much.
The pleasure I feel when he takes me into his mouth is like being dropped into a hot bath.
Soothing and relaxing. Toe-curling tranquility that makes me step on the spot when he laves his tongue under the ridge of my cockhead.
Mind-bending pressure when he pulls back and applies suction.
Suction so sweet it makes my last shreds of self-control start to fray.
“Orion…Orion…Orion…” I hear a wrecked voice rasp.
His eyes open and find mine. The contact is blistering. Brutal. Heartbreaking. He looks so beautiful with my cock in his mouth that I want to cry. My heart aches. My cock throbs. My balls tighten. Orion bobs down on me once more, sucking hard as my dick starts to pulse.
I pull out and come so hard it scares me.
I lose time, thrashing through waves of ecstasy so big and thick I’m amazed to find myself upright when I come back to Earth.
Orion is still on his knees. His belt and fly are undone, and his hand is working between his legs. His eyes are bleary, trained on me until his jaw tenses and they roll back in his head.
If I could speak, I would ask him to stop. I would say, “Wait. Let me do that. Please.” Because I can’t form words, I simply stand, slumped where I am, speechless except for a guttural growl that rolls from my core as he comes apart at my feet.