Page 55 of Devil's Kiss
“Oh God, Jordan, more.”
Jordan shifted to his knees so he could lean over Derek’s body and trace the tattoo across his heart with his tongue as he tunneled his finger in deeper, finding and nailing Derek’s prostate.
“Fuck.”
The curse was like music to his ears as he did it over and over, all the while licking and sucking every bit of ink he could reach on Derek’s body. Finally, Derek let go of his knee to grip the back of Jordan’s neck and haul his mouth up to his. As their lips met in a molten kiss, Jordan sucked on Derek’s tongue.God, if he didn’t get inside Derek, the guy was going to make him lose it like a damn teenager.
When their lips parted and Derek’s breath ghosted over his, Jordan asked, “Ready?”
And Derek’s eyes told him all he needed to know.
He moved back, grabbed the lube, and slicked some over his aching length before he poured a nice amount over Derek’s waiting body. Then he shifted in between Derek’s raised legs and lined the head of his erection up with the tight pucker he’d dreamed of taking many times over.
When Derek’s fingers dug into his own knees, Jordan’s eyes found his and Derek gave a brief nod. Permission to enter.
With the utmost of care, Jordan pushed inside the man laying his body down for him, and when he breached the first ring of muscle and he heard a curse ricochet around his bedroom, he looked to Derek for direction. He bared his teeth and begged, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to,” Jordan said, then he was inside and buried to his balls, and Derek’s body was clasping his cock like a fucking vise.
He could hear the blood rushing around his head, and when his eyes met Derek’s, Jordan knew he’d grossly miscalculated this moment. This was so much more than acting on something they’d been tiptoeing around for years.
This…thiswas everything, and he wasn’t ready for everything right now.
Shoving aside his heart and replacing those emotions with the ones making his cock throb, Jordan put a hand on each of Derek’s legs just below his knees, and pushed them back high to Derek’s chest, spreading him wide open for him. As he gained a nice, deep slide inside Derek’s hot body, Jordan’s brain shut down on all things emotional and instead flipped to the physical.
“Yes…” Derek said as Jordan pulled out of him and then tunneled back inside. “Again,” he demanded, wanting, and, from all accounts,needingmore, and Jordan gave it to him.
He took Derek in ways he’d never imagined taking anyone. He was more demanding and unapologetic than he’d ever been before, and the entire time Derek lay under him arching up off the bed, giving to him without any complaints. By the time the both of them were close to passing out, Jordan whispered, “Come for me, Derek. Let me see you explode as I take you.”
Derek’s eyes found his and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and nodded. Jordan leaned over him and placed a hand by Derek’s head, and when Derek’s legs shifted down to wrap around his waist, Jordan moaned.
Yes…he thought, as he started to piston in and out of Derek, hitting his prostate on every dig. Finally, as Derek’s voice cracked and a hoarse cry ripped from his throat, he came in a fountain of hot fluid all over his hand and abdomen.
Mesmerized by the sight, Jordan pulled out of his tight body, rolled the condom off, and watched his cum drip down over Derek’s muscles and tattoos as he wrung an orgasm, which just about blew the top of his head off, from his own body.
What a sight Derek was as he lay flat on his back, and in those few seconds, Jordan knew that Derek was his: body, heart, and, as their eyes met, soul—then the moment was gone.
“You need to move,” Derek said, his eyes now looking anywhere but at Jordan.
“Derek—”
“Get off me,” Derek grit out, and Jordan could feel Derek shudder.
Jordan moved of off Derek’s body, and as he shifted to his side Derek rolled off the bed, swung his legs over the edge, and picked up his clothes. Jordan lay still and silent as Derek walked to the bedroom door, and the last thing Jordan heard him say was, “Enjoy Italy. Baggage free.”
Chapter 15
Three Years Later
DEREK TOOK A final look at himself in the mirror and then wandered out into the living room he shared with Dylan Prescott. They’d recently moved up in the world. Well, that was what he liked to think. They’d vacated the little dump they’d lived in throughout college and moved into a three-bedroom with two baths that overlooked the beach further down from where they used to live.
With him now managing the gym where he’d worked for years, and Dylan making a living through his catalogue modeling gigs, the two of them made enough to be able to split the rent on the bigger place and enjoy a little more comfort than what they’d once had, and tonight…tonight his buddy Dylan had once again talked him into doing something monumentally stupid.
“I feel like a fucking idiot,” Derek grumbled as he walked around the couch where Dylan was sitting.
“Why? Because you actually had to make an effort—” When Dylan caught sight of Derek, his words stopped and he got to his feet to look him over.
For the first time in his life, and hopefully the last, Derek was dressed in a tuxedo. The jacket and pants he was wearing had been measured to perfectly fit his body, and while he conceded he looked pretty damn good, he’d left his black nail polish on for a bit offuck youflare.