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December

Jordan

I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve barely been able to get hard in the last year since I started taking my antidepressants, let alone get myself off. But one night with Alice and I completely lost it.

She didn’t even touch me, and I bucked against her mattress, thinking about nothing except the sweet taste of her against my lips.

I lean against my door and knock my head back against the wood. Fucking embarrassing . She probably thinks I’m pathetic. I couldn’t even tell her. I just had to run away.

Peeling off my clothes, I throw them straight in the washer and jump into the shower, letting the hot water seep into my bones. Maybe it’ll scrub off the feeling of fucking this up.

I’m pretty sure this was my one chance at getting Alice back. Things have been good lately, we’re talking again, looking out for one another. And I just had to fuck it up.

I turn the water off and stand there in the shower until I’m cold and shivering, my forehead pressed to the cool, dark blue tile.

Idiot.

With a groan, I finally pull back, frustration building higher when I realize I don’t have a towel.

I yank open the door to the hallway and I see Alice at the last possible second.

I don’t have the chance to stop myself from barreling into her, so she ends up plastered against my wet and naked chest.

On instinct, my arms fly around her shoulders to steady her, and she yelps in surprise. Her nose is pressed against my chest, her small hands landing on my waist.

We stand there for a long moment, looking at one another with wide eyes. Her lips pull to the side in the smallest grin as she says, “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

I exhale an amused breath and step back, only to realize that I’m buck fucking naked. My gaze drops to her robe, which is covered in water splotches, the material turning see-through.

“What are you doing here?”

She sighs, a tad exasperated, and crosses her arms. The see-through part rides up and I can see her stiff nipple poking at the fabric.

I swallow and slowly bring my hands down to cover my already hardening cock. Alice notices anyway and looks down at my hands, but she doesn’t linger on my dick. Instead, her wide eyes turn glassy and she takes a step towards me, lips parted.

“J,” she utters my favorite nickname, hand outstretched, her fingertips grazing the long and ugly scar at my hip.

Every instinct I have tells me to turn her away, to not let her see the ugliest parts of myself. But my body doesn’t move. I stand as still as I can and close my eyes at her touch. She’s gentle, tracing the length of the scar with her thumb, leaving goosebumps in her wake.

When I open my eyes again, her blue gaze is already on me. “I need you to tell me why,” she says, frowning.

“Why what?”

“You said you can’t do this. With me. Why?”

My eyebrows scrunch together. I never said that. Did I? I was so focused on the fact that I came in my pants that I didn’t even realize what came out of my mouth.

“That came out wrong. I just—” I blow out a breath, my fingers twitching to take her back into my arms. Instead, I keep them firmly in place to hide my ridiculous boner.

“No more secrets, please,” she whispers.

I bite my lip and nod. “I can’t do this without making a fool of myself. I haven’t had an orgasm in months, and I came in my pants like a horny teen.”

Alice looks at me, slack jawed, and shakes her head. “Wait, months?”

I blush and look away towards the safety of my bedroom. Maybe I can make a run for it still, get out of this conversation. She follows my gaze and narrows her eyes at me, blocking the way and crossing her arms.

My shoulders deflate and I groan. “Yes, months. I’ve had a hard time because of my medication. Happy?” I snap, even though I don’t mean to.

Alice blinks and drops her arms back down. “Oh. Okay,” she says with a slow nod. “That’s understandable. Why would that make you look like a fool?”

“Did you forget about the part where I came in my pants?” I snort.

She shrugs, leaning on the wall with her shoulder and adjusting her legs, crossing one over the other. “I think it’s hot.”

My gaze drags down her body, from her chest to her thick thighs and soft legs. By the time I look all the way down, I realize she’s still wearing the black heels from earlier. I bite my lip, wanting those legs wrapped around me again.

“I also think you should finish what you started. I never pegged you for a quitter,” she teases, her pupils darkening as she looks at me in all my naked glory.

My jaw clicks and I let my hands fall to my sides, so she can see how much she’s affecting me.

I’m fully hard again and she looks at me with so much desire that all my shyness dissipates.

Alice undoes the loop of her robe and slowly turns around, letting the silky material drop off her shoulders.

It lands on the hardwood floor of my hallway, and I can’t take my eyes off her plump ass.

“Good boy,” she says with a look over her shoulder as she heads towards my bedroom.

Alice

I expect to be the one leading since Jordan seems to be struggling with his confidence, but as soon as I reach the bed, his arms come around me as he pulls me against him. His front is plastered to my back, and I shiver at the naked feel of him against my ass.

My head falls back against his chest and Jordan slowly caresses my hair away from my neck with a finger, his lips ghosting my skin with a kiss.

My eyelashes flutter closed, and I tilt my head more, exposing the soft flesh at my neck.

He wastes no time, peppering me with kisses and soft bites followed by soothing licks.

Jordan keeps a hand splayed across my stomach, his hot and hard erection pressing further into me. His other hand finds my breast and pinches my nipple, drawing a whimper from my lips. “More, J,” I say, placing my hand on top of his and squeezing harder.

He follows my direction and brings both hands to my breasts, giving me just the right pressure to drive me crazy. I reach back and grip his cock, moaning at the feel of him in my hand. I missed him. All of him.

“I won’t last long if you touch me like that,” he groans into the crook of my neck, teeth scraping my sensitive spot.

“Hm, we’ll see.” I step out of his embrace and grin, turning us around and pushing him down on the bed. Jordan lands on his elbows, looking up at me like he can’t believe this is happening again.

“Move up and lay against the headboard,” I instruct, feeling giddy when Jordan eagerly obeys. He props himself against the pillows and fists the sheets at his side as I slowly crawl between his legs.

“Fuck,” he says once I reach him and hover over his body.

My left hand leaves a trail of goosebumps from his collarbone down to his hip.

My eyes snag on the scar and a pang of sadness hits me, but I try to not let it show.

I wish he would have told me about his gruesome injury. I wish he would have let me help him.

Jordan swallows and cups my face, tearing my gaze away from his scar. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice gruff.

I smile and shake my head. “It’s okay, J. Really.” I lean in and capture his lips with mine. He sighs into the kiss, and I press into him harder. My nipples graze the black hairs on his chest and I moan, my teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip.

His arms come around me, but I pin them back to the mattress, giving him a wicked smirk. Jordan frowns, but it quickly fades as I kiss my way down his body, my tongue poking out to taste all the dips and valleys of his chest and abs, all the way down to his cock.

I press a sweet kiss to the leaking head and it twitches, making me smile. Jordan is breathing hard and watching me with so much intensity that my toes curl in my heels. I sit up and lean back to take the shoes off, but Jordan stops me with a rough command. “Leave them on.”

My spine straightens and I look back at him in surprise. His jaw is clenched, his eyes bouncing from my legs to my breast and back to my face. There’s a slight blush forming on his cheeks, and I smile. “Okay, hotshot. Whatever you want.”

Jordan raises an eyebrow at me and I grin wider, returning to his cock and licking him from base to tip in one go. His rough exhale is stark in the quiet room, and I waste no time, taking him in my mouth as deep as I can.

“Jesus, fuck, ” he says, and I choke on a laugh, his dick deep down my throat. I pull off of him and clear my throat. “Are you okay?” Jordan asks in concern, one hand reaching down to brush a strand of hair out of my eye.

“Peachy,” I say, bringing my mouth close to him again and spitting on his cock. It’s Jordan’s turn to make a choking sound as his fingers tighten in my hair. “What do you want, J?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Anything. Everything ,” he says, chocolate brown eyes boring into me, and I get the feeling he’s not just talking about just sex.

“You want me to fuck you with my mouth?” I ask, and swallow the head of his cock again, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard, letting go with a pop. Jordan groans but doesn’t respond. “Or should I ride you until you buck and come inside me?” I say in a sultry voice I don’t recognize.

“ Baby, when did you get such a filthy mouth?” Jordan says, panting as I move to take one of his balls in my mouth, licking and sucking gently.

“Actually, don’t tell me. I can’t handle thinking about you with anyone else,” he says, holding my face with both hands as I make my way up once more and bob my head on his cock again and again.

When I come up for air, his thumbs caress my cheekbones and I admit, “There was no one else.” Jordan lifts my head so he can look at me. Does he think I’m lying?

“What about the guy you brought home for Christmas that one time?” he asks, jaw clenched and eyes sad.

I burst out laughing and his expression relaxes. “I never even kissed him. I brought him to see if you’d be jealous. Or if you were truly over me after you left,” I say, pressing a kiss to his stomach, making my way back up to his mouth.

“I could never get over you,” he says, tipping his head to kiss me, but I pull away at the last second.

“There was no one else for you either?” I ask, needing to hear him say it.

Jordan slowly shakes his head, his eyes boring into mine. “No. I was too busy pining after the love of my life to even try loving someone new.”

I suck in a breath and feel tears pricking the back of my eyes. The love of my life. I’ve imagined him confessing his love for me so many times, but we were always a case of right people, wrong time. I never allowed myself to believe that he’d still feel the same way after all these years.

Jordan brushes a tear from my face and pulls me into a hug. I land on his chest and bury my nose in the hollow of his throat. My favorite place to be .

His fingers massage my scalp with one hand and rub my back with the other, and I relax in his embrace. “You’re the love of my life too,” I whisper.

Jordan squeezes me harder and gently flips us around so he can hover above me. “Do you want to stop? We can take this slow and talk through everything before we jump into anything physical.”

“It’s a little late for that. You made me come twice with your mouth today.” I grin, and he chuckles. “Plus, I want to make you feel good too,” I say, nipping at his bottom lip and running my tongue along the seam. He lets me in, taking control of the kiss and rubbing himself on me.

“Okay,” he mumbles, taking a nipple in his mouth and leaving hot, wet kisses behind. “I have one condition though,” he says, reaching down and guiding his cock to my clit, rubbing back and forth and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Anything,” I say in a lusty haze. I’ll give him anything. Everything.

“Eyes on me, baby , ” he says, and I snap them open, looking down where the head of his cock is positioned at my entrance.

Jordan slowly spreads my legs open further and brings them up to my chest. I inhale sharply as the tip of him prods my entrance.

“Let’s go on a date,” he says, right before he slams into me with a groan.

“Fuck,” I moan, locking my arms around my knees, loving this position. He pulls out almost all the way before he repeats the motion, hitting nice and deep.

“Fuck yes? Or fuck no?” He smirks, cupping my breast with his left hand and finding my clit with the thumb of his right hand. The pressure is almost too much, but Jordan is on a mission to fuck me into this mattress.

“Yes, hotshot. I’ll go on a date with you,” I manage to say between moans as Jordan buries himself to the hilt inside me. I’m almost there but he has other plans, flipping me over in a swift move and covering me with his large body.

“I want to come on your ass,” he growls in my ear, biting my lobe and pulling back, snapping his hips against me again and again, one hand holding me down, pressing at the small of my back.

I use the pillow to muffle my screams, but Jordan yanks it away from me.

“I want to hear you scream my name, baby.”

“Fuck, J, I’m almost there.”

“Me too,” he says, panting hard and reaching between me and the mattress to rub my clit. I squeeze my eyes tight as my orgasm hits me hard. My toes curl, my legs shake, and my mouth is yelling out his name. Jordan groans and swears, pulling out at the last second.

I watch over the curve of my shoulder as he touches himself in long slow pulls, his hot cum landing on my ass and back.

Jordan’s head is thrown back and he’s panting hard.

When his eyes open, they land on the mess he made on me and he blushes.

I grin at him and bite the corner of my lip. “So who’s planning the date?”