Page 46 of Devil’s Kiss (Sunset Cove #2)
“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 really was a 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 BACK on 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.”
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.”