Page 92 of Devil's Kiss
Derek didn’t take his eyes off him as he took several steps back, and when the back of his knees hit the mattress, he lowered down until he was seated.
“Spread your legs,” Jordan suggested, but he knew his tone was more of an order, and if Derek’s quick compliance was anything to go by, he sure as hell didn’t mind taking the instruction. “Now show me how you’d fuck my mouth if it was wrapped around you instead of your hand.”
Derek’s eyes dropped to Jordan’s mouth and he made sure to bite and tongue his lips, making them plump and shiny for the man now sliding his large hand up and down his impressive length.
Jordan couldn’t keep his own hand still as he trailed his eyes down Derek’s serious face to his flexing forearm and widespread thighs. He was phenomenal to look at as his hand moved faster, and Jordan had to clamp his own fingers tight at the base of his arousal due to the threat of explosion.
“Stop,” he growled. And just like that, Derek did.
Swinging his legs off the chaise, Jordan got to his feet and took the two steps he needed to be standing directly in front of Derek’s face.
“Look at me,” he said, needing to see what was going on in those blue eyes of Derek’s. When he tipped his face up and Jordan could see the walls in place, he gripped Derek’s chin, knowing that gentle wasn’t what his man needed right now. Then he bent at the waist to crush his lips against Derek’s in a brutal kiss.
Derek grunted at the fierce onslaught, and Jordan took advantage by shoving his tongue deep as he moved his hand to the back of Derek’s hair to hold his head in place. He bit at Derek’s lips and dug his fingers into his jaw until he heard Derek curse.
Jordan then tore his mouth free and shoved Derek’s shoulder back. “Lie down.”
Derek lowered himself to the mattress without a word, and Jordan, in turn, sank to the floor between Derek’s spread thighs.
This was perfect. He reallywasa fucking genius.
He grabbed the few items he’d dropped at the end of the bed and placed them on the floor beside him, and then he ran his palms from Derek’s knees to his ankles, and at the left one he said, “Lift.”
When Derek raised his foot, Jordan helped to place his heel on the frame of the bed and felt his dick weep at the sight that was now spread out before him. Derek was a visually stunning man. Jordan had always been taken away by his presence in general. But stripped bare, and laid out for him to do as he pleased, Jordan marveled at the sheer perfection of what made Derek a man.
He had a heavy sac that was currently scrunched up tight to his body, his cock was thick and long when erect, as it currently was, and his hole was so tight that every time Jordan slid inside him, he swore it was the first time.
God. That thought was so damn hot that Jordan had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to control the urge to say fuck it and tunnel into the place he most wanted to be.
Once he was back under some modicum of control, he grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a good amount into the palm of his hand. He slicked it over his fingers and made sure they were nice and wet before he ghosted them across Derek’s balls. Derek used the foot he had anchored on the frame to help propel his lower body up and give Jordan better access down to his perineum.
“Oh fuck,” Jordan heard from above, and he couldn’t help an answering hum of approval as he gently tested the tight pucker under the tips of his fingers.
“Relax for me,” Jordan whispered, and blew a warm breath across Derek’s cock and balls.
“Sure, let me get right fucking on that.”
Yes…there he is,Jordan thought.My badass.
“Jordan…” Derek said, and it sounded as though he was gnashing his teeth together.
Jordan didn’t reply with words. Instead, he moved so his mouth was between Derek’s thighs, and flicked his tongue across his balls while his finger slid inside. He thrilled at the shout that met his ears from the penetration, and he could see the muscle of Derek’s thigh tense by his head as he thrust down on his hand. Jordan withdrew his finger and then pushed back in, knowing what was to come was going to be a hell of a lot harder than one of his fingers. Raising his head, he took in the view above and shut his eyes for a second, calming himself as he asked, “You okay?”
Derek’s hand was moving up and down his cock like his life depended on it, and when Jordan got no answer he pulled his finger completely free and a growl of frustration left the man on the bed.
“I asked you a question. Answer me.”
Derek craned his head up and glowered down at him, but Jordan wasn’t fucking around; he wasn’t about to move on until Derek told him?—
“More.”
Exactly that.
DEREK LAY BACKon the bed and clamped his teeth together at what he knew was about to come, namely himself.
Several times over he’d had to bite his tongue, causing a sting of pain just to stop himself from going off like a rocket. But he knew if he could wait, if he could hold off until Jordan was done tormenting him, the high would be out of this fucking world.
“Bend your other leg, just like this one.”