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December

Jordan

I think my brain stopped working because all I can do is stare down at Alice. For a moment, I’m lost in the cornflower blue of her eyes as I map the seemingly endless galaxy I see there. Her hands are soft but unwavering as they hold my head in place, our noses still brushing.

It takes almost too long for me to process what she just said. There won’t be a next time if you help me finish it. Fucking hell. How can I ever say no to this girl?

The self-doubt I struggle with creeps back in and I close my eyes tight, letting out a long exhale. I expect her to back away, take my reaction as a rejection, but she doesn’t move.

“J?” she asks, and I can’t believe how much I’ve missed her calling me by that silly nickname. The way she says it, tentative and raw, makes me think of our time at the cabin, when there was nothing else except for this—two bodies, two hearts, and nothing but time to explore each other.

But that’s in the past, and up until today I thought she was completely over me, or at least pretending to be. But right here and now, it feels like she might let me in again.

I open my eyes and Alice meets my gaze head on, no hesitation on her face.

“What exactly are you asking?” I ask, voice hoarse as my hands find her hips and dig in to help me ground myself.

Alice swallows and tips her head more, our lips inches apart. “I want you to take the photos.”

I contemplate the request for a moment and try not to let my disappointment show. I should tell her no. I should kiss some sense into her and tell her how much I missed her in the last couple of years. I should tell her I’ve never felt this for anyone else, no matter how hard I tried.

Instead, I say, “Okay.”

Alice straightens up, clearly taken by surprise and I fight every instinct I have to not take it back. If this is what she wants, if this is what will get her to trust me, this is what I will do.

“Really?” she asks, amusement brightening up her eyes.

“Yes,” I say tightly, and step back from her, pulling my phone out and opening up the camera.

“Okay,” Alice says, still thrown for a loop.

“Lead the way.”

After looking around and fidgeting with her robe she looks at me wide-eyed and says, “We should move to the bedroom.” She walks past me, and I can’t help but admire her thighs and the way her heels make her calves pop.

I breathe through my nose and subtly adjust my cock as I follow her into the room. This girl is going to ruin me.

She places her phone on her charger and the speaker attached to it starts playing something soft and melodic in the background. I stand in the middle of the room, wondering how the fuck I’m going to get through this as Alice saunters over to the bed and perches at the end of it.

“Well?” she says, raising a dark blond eyebrow.

I bite the corner of my lip at her shenanigans, but don’t say anything for fear that she’ll stop this little roleplaying session. I’m too into it to care that it might not be such a great idea.

Walking closer to the bed, I aim the camera at her from a higher angle and start snapping pictures.

Alice’s confidence grows with each click as she pushes her breasts together, making her cleavage irresistible.

She follows up by crossing one leg over the other, her head tipped up to look at the camera seductively.

I hope she doesn’t look at my crotch because I’m already fucking hard.

My hands start to shake a little as she spreads her legs open and takes off her robe.

Alice’s body is a fucking work of art. Her waist is narrow, but her thighs are thick, and her ass is—fuck, I don’t even know.

She’s soft in all the right spots and I can’t help but stare down at her through the camera.

After a second, she reaches out and steadies my hand, bringing me out of my reverie. Fuck, what am I doing? What are we doing?

“J?”

“Sorry,” I say, snapping a few more pictures and trying to pull my hand out of hers, but she doesn’t let go.

“I have an idea, if you really want to help,” she says, voice sultry.

All I can do is nod and Alice guides me, taking my hand and placing it on her chest. My thumb involuntarily brushes the swell of her breast, and I can feel her heartbeat kicking up.

“Take the picture,” she says, holding my wrist in place. I snap at least three and the corner of her lips tick upward.

Fuck , I like this smug, confident version of her. More than I should, considering she might not want anything to do with me outside of this moment.

She guides my hand lower before stopping suddenly. My eyes snap to her face, making sure she’s okay. I expect her to panic and push me away, but her eyes go wide and she says, “I have another idea.”

I swallow hard and nod as Alice trails my hand up her chest and spreads my fingers around the slim column of her throat, her eyes not once leaving mine. I break the trance we’re in so I can look down at the phone and reposition the camera, stepping closer to her in the process.

Alice’s legs spread wider as I step between them and she arches her back, letting me guide her, my hand wrapped around her throat.

Fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing that ever happened to me.

I take a few pictures, and Alice lets go of my wrist, letting me guide her this way and that, taking different pictures from various angles. I switch the setting to video and ask, “Do you trust me?”

She smirks and says, “You wouldn’t be giving me a hand necklace if I didn’t trust you, J.”

Something in my chest loosens at her words. She does trust me. I’ll take it, even if that trust is just with her body and not with her heart.

I hit the button to start recording and gently tighten my hold on her throat. Alice’s eyes widen but there’s determination there, rather than fear. She wants to see what I’ll do next.

My knee pushes her thigh further out as I place it on the bed and I slowly push her down until she’s laying on the mattress, back still arched as I hover above her.

I take a close-up video of her as my hand lets go of her throat and roams down her chest, fingers tangling in her corset, pulling at the laces. I don’t go further, but end the video, placing the phone next to her on the bed. Leaning in, I whisper, “Anything else you want?”

My tactic to scare her off and slow this madness down doesn’t deter her.

Alice takes hold of my hand that’s still tangled in her laces and starts pulling.

I can’t help but stare as the material starts to get loose and her breasts spill out.

I don’t know if I want to flip her over and smack her fine ass for being a brat or if I want to bury my face in her tits.

You should do neither.

Common sense threatens to take over, but Alice has other plans and I’m nothing but putty in her hands.

“Give me what I want, just for tonight,” she says, one hand brushing my short beard.

“And what do you want?”

“You.”

“To do what?” I ask, teasing her as I gingerly brush my fingers over her nipple.

Alice gasps and arches into me more. “To make me come.”

I close my eyes and press my forehead to her chest. To make me come.

Not to love me, or to spend the night. She wants this to be purely physical and I know I should leave, but I can’t. Not when she just said she trusts me with this. She trusts me again for the first time in years, and I’m not going to let her down.

“J?” she asks, voice wavering in confidence.

I lift my head up and don’t give her the chance to say anything else.

My tongue flicks her nipple and she arches into me, hands gripping my back, my head.

I lick and tease her sensitive peaks until she’s writhing under me, but I’m far from close to letting her come.

I’m a starving man and the only thing I crave is the taste of her skin. My hand twists her other nipple and I alternate between licks and soft bites and grazes of my teeth.

“ Fuck, J,” she pants out, “I need more.”

I pull away as soon as she says it and her wide blue eyes are on me in an instant. I push her further into the mattress and snake an arm around her waist. In one swift move, I flip us over so she’s on top and I think I might have made a huge mistake, because I can feel her grinding on my cock.

My fingers dig into her thighs and stop her right as she’s about to kiss me. I need some kind of distance between us, because if she kisses me, I already know I’ll be a goner.

I reach under her thighs and lift her off me enough to scoot down the bed and position myself at her entrance. She smells sweet and floral and as my nose grazes her underwear, I realize she’s so fucking wet.

Alice whimpers as she hovers above me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m feeling hungry all of a sudden.”

“I don’t think—“ She doesn’t finish the thought as I run my tongue over the soaked underwear, relishing in the way she gasps and shudders above me.

Fuck, my body remembers how responsive she is and all my blood rushes to my cock. My fingers dig into her soft flesh and I drag my beard along her thigh.

“Don’t think what?” I say, hiding a smile into her skin as I give her a nibble.

Alice’s leg shakes and she clears her throat before saying, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I laugh and reach up with both hands, tearing her lacy underwear and throwing it on the floor. “You won’t,” I say, and run my tongue through her slit, flattening it against the sensitive bud. “Now fucking sit.”

When she hesitates, I grab a hold of her ass and pull her fully onto my face. Alice gasps but she slowly relaxes as I take my time to lick and tease her, my hands kneading her plump ass.

“More,” she says, moving her hips as my lips wrap around her clit and suck. “Fuck , J .”

I bring her to the edge again and again, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. As much as I want to draw this out, I can’t. She feels and tastes too good and I bury my face in her sweet pussy as she comes on my tongue, riding out her pleasure, shaking until she’s ready to collapse.

Alice

My heart threatens to beat right out of my chest as I pant and try to get my legs to stop shaking.

Jordan trails more kisses along my thigh, his short beard giving me the sweetest friction. I’m sensitive and sore everywhere but I want more. I need more.

I didn’t expect to sit on his face after he helped me get rid of that creepy photographer, just as I didn’t expect him to take my racy photos and wrap his hand around my throat. I wonder what else he’s willing to do. How far he’s willing to take this.

Maybe I’m a filthy fucking liar, because even though I told myself I wouldn’t want anything casual or fleeting with Jordan again, the truth is, in this moment, I’d take anything.

Feeling bolder after the mind-blowing orgasm, I thread my fingers through his curls and pull, dragging his mouth away from the spot on my thigh he’s found so fascinating. For a brief moment, our eyes connect and I’m taken aback by the pure unadulterated desire I see there.

His lips part but before he can say anything and break this moment, I guide his mouth back to my clit. Jordan closes his eyes and moans, his tongue roughly brushing my most sensitive spot. I hold his head in place with both hands and move against his tongue.

When his eyes open again, I watch him admiring me, writhing and moaning on top of him, drowning in the pleasure of having him devour me whole. I roll my hips, feeling like I might actually come again.

Jordan lifts me off and flips me onto my back, and I land on the mattress with a thud. Kneeling by the side of the bed, he grabs my ankles and roughly pulls me to the edge of it. I yelp and grin at the look on his face.

He looks like he wants me. He looks on the verge of losing his goddamn mind.

Do it , I silently beg him with nothing but a look.

There’s no one else for me but you. Go ahead and ruin me .

Jordan’s eyes flare in understanding and he positions my legs over his shoulders, then slips both hands under my ass, pulling me into his face.

The moment his mouth is on me again, my eyes roll to the back of my head and my muscles contract and shift. My ankles hook at his back and Jordan takes it for the encouragement it is. His tongue laps at me as he grunts and presses himself into the bed, searching for friction.

“Fuck, J. Your mouth feels so good,” I say, fisting the sheets at my side and arching my back as much as the position allows.

Jordan moves his mouth down by just a little, his tongue dipping inside of me. He hums contentedly and draws lazy circles inside me, and I feel like I might burst.

“Good boy,” I say, clenching harder around him. “I want you drenched in my cum.”

Jordan pushes himself further into the side of the bed with a grunt, his tongue returning to my clit, nipping and flicking while he pumps a single finger inside me. That’s all it takes for me to fall apart, crying out his name over and over again.

My head is facing the full-length mirror across the room, and I watch us unabashedly for a moment.

He stays like that, face buried in my cunt, his beard scraping against me, ragged breaths warming me up.

The hands at my waist squeeze once, twice, before his thumbs dig into my flesh.

The pressure grounds me, makes me feel like this is real. That I didn’t just imagine it.

I hope he leaves bruises behind. I want to feel him for days.

I run my fingers through his hair and after what feels like an eternity, his grip on me loosens, fingertips trailing down my thighs as he pulls away, looking at me with so much intensity.

I should look away, I should put an end to this, but instead, I reach for the collar of his shirt and say, “Your turn, hotshot.”

Jordan swallows but doesn’t say anything, and my stomach drops. Was this too much? Did I read things wrong?

“I—” he says, running a hand down his face, closing his eyes tightly. When he opens them again, the look he gives me is resigned. Remorseful, even.

Fuck .

“I can’t,” he chokes out.

I blink, taken aback by the sudden change. Did I do something wrong?

“Why?” I whisper, but I can tell he’s not going to respond.

Jordan looks away from me, his gaze snagging on my ripped underwear on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he says, standing up and wincing. He presses his hand flat against his hip bone and steps away from the bed. Away from me.

I grab the discarded robe and throw it back on, fastening it as I follow him. As he reaches the front door, I breathlessly ask, “Are you okay? Is it your hip?”

“It’s nothing,” he says, avoiding my eyes. “I just—need to go.” With another wince, he leaves the apartment, leaving me more confused and bruised than ever.