Page 91 of Devil's Kiss

Jordan cocked his head to the side and gazed up from his perch, and Derek was, as always, fascinated by the enigma before him.

No one who met Jordan would ever imagine the side of him that he was about to unleash on Derek, and that was what made him unique. He was carefree, fun, and effervescent. But as Derek had learned over the course of their on again/off again relationship, when that bedroom door shut and Jordan’s clothes came off, his partner better fucking brace himself, because he’d soon learn what a bright mind and an endless amount of energy could conjure up.

As a tense silence filled the air, Jordan got to his feet and raised his head until his lips were a whisper away from Derek’s jaw. He breathed out and snapped his teeth shut like he wanted to take a bite of him, and the warmth of his breath and promise of that sound had Derek’s fists clenching by his sides.

Fuck.He hadn’t even touched him yet and Derek’s cock was so hard it hurt.

Without a word, Jordan stepped to the side and walked around behind him. Derek could see their reflections in the window, but he didn’t need it to know that Jordan was close by. He could feel the whisper of fabric from his clothes brushing against his naked skin, just as he could sense Jordan’s body heat.

“There are so many things I want to do to you. I’m trying to decide where to begin.”

Derek’s skin broke out in gooseflesh at the illicit pledge as five strong fingers smoothed up the back of his neck and into his hair. Jordan twisted his hand and caught hold of the strands in a firm grip as his lips landed on Derek’s shoulder blade.

“I can’t decide what I want to put in you first.”

Derek panted as Jordan scraped his teeth along his skin and continued to tug and pull at his hair in a sensual massage.

“My tongue. My fingers. Or should I just bypass those and go directly to my cock?”

Derek groaned at the image the words produced, and let his eyes fall shut as Jordan kept right on seducing him.

“Mhmm, or maybe I should start with none of those.MaybeI’ll go and get something to ease you back into the idea of me fucking you all. Night. Long.”

“Jesus, Jordan,” Derek said, and gave up the fight to not touch himself as he wrapped his fingers around the root of his cock.

Jordan ran his fingers down from Derek’s hair to the nape of his neck and dug them into the tense cords of muscle there. It felt amazing as Derek continued to stroke his cock in time with each sharp dig of Jordan’s knuckles.

“I’m going to work this tension out of you one muscle at a time, if need be. So you better settle in and slow down that hand of yours, because we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

Jordan punctuated his vow by sinking his teeth into Derek’s shoulder and flicking his tongue over the tattooed sword that decorated the skin just below. Then he trailed his fingers down Derek’s spine to the crack of his ass and said, “Wash up and meet me in the bedroom. And Derek?”

He waited until he could find his tongue, and then he managed, “Yeah?”

Jordan found his eyes in the window and said, “The first time you come tonight is going to be my way. So don’t even think about getting off in the shower or I’ll send you home. Understand?”

Derek slowly nodded, and Jordan’s inner minx shone through in the grin he flashed, and the way he swatted his ass.

“Good boy.”

JORDAN LEFTTHE bathroom with an erection he was sure he could use to drill through fucking concrete, but no. He had other plans for the painfully stiff dick he was trying to calm somewhat.

He had to get away from Derek for a few minutes and get himself under control if he was going to give his guy what he needed.

From the second Derek had stepped off the elevator, the tension radiating off him had been evident. His shoulders had been stiff, his jaw set, and even after stripping down to nothing, his body was held at rigid attention.

Oh yeah,Derek needed to be worked over, and good.

Jordan threw what he wanted on the bed and dimmed the lights as he listened for the shower in the next room. He was dying to know what had happened today, but he knew now wasn’t the time to ask. There would be time for that later.

He looked around the room trying to decide how he wanted the night to go, and when his eyes fell on the chaise lounge he was reminded of the last time they were there in his bedroom and thought it was time to replace that memory.

With a plan in place, Jordan dragged the chaise so it was horizontal with the end of his bed, and then he stripped out of his clothes and waited. Not too long after, he heard the faucet shut off, and he walked around to situate himself exactly where he intended to start this evening’s performance. He stretched out along the long line of the chaise, draped an arm over the back of it, and slowly milked his cock as he waited for Derek to join him.

He purposely kept his head turned away from the bedroom door, letting Derek know he was in control and expected him to get his ass over here and on the bed as soon as he was done, and Derek didn’t disappoint. Within minutes, Jordan caught the tanned muscles of Derek’s physique out of the corner of his eye as he walked between the end of the bed and chaise.

Seated as he was, lounged back with one leg bent and resting against the back of the chair and the other stretched out before him, Jordan knew his body was displayed to Derek like a fucking gourmet buffet.

He tipped his head up, ignoring Derek’s very prominent erection, and when he had his attention he raised an eyebrow and asked, “All clean?” Then he dropped his gaze to the straining cock only inches from his face and added, “I sure hope not. Sit on the bed, Derek.”