Page 93 of Devil's Kiss
Christ,he thought, as Jordan’s instruction met his ears. He could feel Jordan’s fingers rubbing over his hole, and as soon as he moved his second heel to the bedframe, he saw Jordan raise his hand to pour —oh, fuck yeah—a liberal amount of cool lube over him before two fingers were inside him and he was seeing fucking stars.
His fingers clenched in the covers of Jordan’s bedding while his others frantically pumped the cock he was hoping would wait,God please just fucking wait, for him to really get what he needed.
When he’d walked out of the bathroom and seen the back of Jordan’s short hair where he sat on that damn chaise like a king, Derek had known he was about to be worked out, wrung out, and then laid out. Then Jordan had gone to his knees with a bottle of lube and a flesh-covered plastic cock, that he had no doubt was about to be shoved inside of him, and Derek was surprised he hadn’t come right then.
But no, he would not let this moment escape him because he couldn’t keep control of his orgasm. He would wait. Wait until Jordan was in him and pounding him through his ten-thousand-dollar mattress before he gave in to the rush that was building to epic proportions.
Derek’s mind had emptied of everything that had been plaguing him when he’d arrived. With every thrust of Jordan’s fingers, and suck of his mouth, he was banishing each and every thought, until finally nothing was in his head or body, except the man working him over.
Derek’s breathing was heavy as he stared up at the high ceiling of Jordan’s bedroom, and with each exhale his body relaxed even further. Just as his eyes were closing, the wide head of what he knew was the dildo pressed forward against his body, and he clamped his fist around the top of his leaking dick, pinching the skin there to hold back the urge to come.
“Jordan…Jesus.”
Sharp teeth nipped at his knee, and when the toy slipped past that first ring of resistance, Derek arched his head back and lifted his hips up off the bed.
“Derek, you look so damn sexy,” he heard Jordan say from somewhere between his legs. “Take it.”
Derek let his hips fall back to the mattress as more of the toy was slid inside of him, and when he felt as close to full as he could possibly get, Jordan got to his feet, and the look on his face was one Derek was extremely familiar with. His eyes were narrowed, his face was flushed, and his gorgeous, full lips were pulled taut as he said, “On your stomach, Derek. Now.”
Derek rolled to his stomach and scooted up the bed a little, groaning at the feel of the phallus still deep inside him. As soon as his engorged cock hit the cool sheets, he moaned from the fucking pleasure of it. He pushed up so his forearms were propped on the bed and braced his knees wide and low so he could rub his dick back and forth against the fabric.
“God,” Jordan said as the bed dipped and Derek felt him moving closer to him. “You know exactly what you want tonight, don’t you?”
There was no way Derek could deny it as he lowered his forehead to the bed and masturbated against the sheets. He was going out of his damn mind.
Jordan’s palm stroked over his ass, and as his fingers gripped the seven-incher inside him and pulled, and then pushed it back in several fucking times, Derek felt the cool splash of more lube hit the hole Jordan was stretching. This time when Jordan pulled the toy free, it wasn’t the head of the dildo that grazed over him; it was Jordan’s covered cock, and Derek knew he was teasing them both before they tore into one another.
A firm palm began a torturous glide up along Derek’s spine as inch by inch Jordan filled him. When that hand then gripped the back of his neck and Derek was urged down until his cheek was on the bed, Jordan’s toned body intimately curled over the top of his and Derek heard himself fucking whimper.
Jordan licked the stubble along his cheek, and when he got to his ear he whispered, “Ready?”
Derek licked his lips and swallowed as he closed his eyes and counted back from ten. When his mind was completely blank, he turned his head, met Jordan’s eyes, and said the only word he could.
“Yes.”
Chapter 26
“THEN BRACE YOURSELF.”
The command made Derek’s cock ache as his fingers curled around the bedsheets and he planted his knees as firmly as possible in the mattress. A raspy rumble emerged from his throat and his cheek rubbed against the smooth sheets, as Jordan’s hands moved to either side of his hips.
He closed his eyes as Jordan’s fingers dug into his skin, and as he slowly dragged his cock out, Derek heard a groan leave the man behind him.
Derek bit his lower lip to keep from begging Jordan to hurry the fuck up, but he didn’t dare in case Jordan took that as an invitation to torture him some more.
“How you doin’ down there?” Jordan asked, his voice raspy compared to his usual tone.
Derek brought one of his hands down to grip his cock, and as he stroked himself once, twice, and then a third time, Jordan reached around under him and stilled his hand.
“Oh no you don’t,” he teased as he slowly rolled his hips forward, sliding his cock deep inside. “Don’t rush me. Or I’ll make you wait even longer.”
God.Derek was so gone over this guy. Jordan knew him in ways that Derek didn’t even know himself, and as Jordan circled Derek’s wrist and yanked on it, Derek let him move his hand back to the bedsheet, where he pinned it in place.
“Fuck, Jordan. Hurry up,” he said, finally reaching the point where he was about to come with or without Jordan moving inside him, and he knew which he’d rather have. Jordan’s chuckle was illicit, and the hands that gripped Derek’s waist were his only warning before Jordan slid inside.
Derek’s eyes squeezed shut at the sensation, and when Jordan was so deep that Derek could feel his balls against his body, Derek opened his eyes to look back at the one waiting for him to adjust.
Derek concentrated on the scorching brown eyes holding his, the perspiration he could see gleaming over Jordan’s body, and the tense muscles that were poised and ready for action the second he gave the go signal.