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That seems to break his focus. He growls, shaking his head before his mouth is on mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth.

His grip on my wrists tightens, his thumb pressing into the sensitive spot where my veins are throbbing.

He kisses me like a wild animal, biting and licking at me and holding me with his solid frame and tight grip like he doesn’t want me to move anymore than I want to be in this position. Beneath him.

I don’t have the use of my hands, but I don’t need them. Instead, I thrust myself against him, wrapping my bad leg around his hip both for relief and because I need him closer.

I push the toe of my Nikes flush against his ass and force him to shift position. Fuck, he feels good like this. Hot, hard, heavy, and perfect.

“Nope,” he growls as his lips accost my neck, making me groan. He loosens his grip on my wrist, and that’s his first oversight. I don’t go for the kill right away, leaving my hands above my head as his mouth travels down my neck, his fingers pulling at my shirt.

“Off,” he says through a half-growl, half groan. “Now.”

“Then take it off me,” I whisper.

The look he gives me has my brain glitching. I leave my hands above my head, my wrists crossed.

Birds fly through the trees, the sound of their wings fluttering. Light filters through the trees and I know we aren’t too far from the house. His house is far enough from others that we don’t have to worry about being seen or heard .

He looks at me with a mixture of heat and interest as I hold my chin high. His hands slide up beneath my shirt, and I’ve never seen him move so fast. He gets it up over my head with ease, and with his hands occupied, I bring mine down and push him, breaking free from where he holds me.

“Tag!” I shout.

I barely get two feet before his hands are on my jeans and he pulls me back, but I slip out of his reach for the briefest moment.

He’s focused on me, and I use that to my advantage.

I lunge forward when we’re close enough to a tree and slam him against it.

He groans as his back thuds against it. I grab both his wrists with one hand, pinning them above his head.

I smirk at him as I use my free hand to pop the button on his jeans, my gaze holding his.

“All you have to do is ask, you know,” I breathe huskily, as I slowly unzip his zipper. His pulse races against my palm where I hold his wrists, but he makes no motion to move or fight me.

Interesting.

“All you have to say is, ‘Please, Alex,’” I say before I crush my mouth to his. His fingers tickle the edge of my hand. My tongue finds his quickly, and he moans.

I slip my hand into his jeans, his dick pulsing through the fabric of his underwear. I feel the faintest wetness there, and I grin .

“Get on your knees,” he demands.

He breathes heavily, his eyes full of lust and excitement.

“I will,” I whisper as I bite his lip before sucking on it. I press my hand through the opening in his boxers, brushing over his head softly, giving him the chance to adjust to my touch.

He thrusts himself into my hand and I grasp his cock through the opening and he shudders along with the flock of birds flitting from the trees above us.

I let go of his wrists, grazing my hand down his chest as I lean in close, ghosting his lips with mine.

“And if it’s too much, just tell me.” I kiss him again. “You can always tap out. I won’t be mad.”

As much as I’d love to devour him, there are lines I won’t cross.

He needs to know that. If he really wants to figure this out, he needs to know he can trust me as much as I trust him.

“Do you understand?” I ask, imploring him with my gaze.

He nods, his voice a dark whisper all on its own. “Yes.”

I nod as he swallows hard, his chest heaving, skin flush everywhere I touch. He’s warm, solid, and at my mercy.

“Good,” I say, squeezing him lightly.

That look of interest darkens as he grabs my hair, shoving my head down, forcing me to my knees. He does it carefully, and it doesn’t hurt. He pushes my face against his leaking cock.

“Now, shut the fuck up and suck my cock,” he growls.

“You didn’t say, please,” I say as I lick the bead of precum there. His head hits the back of the tree as he sucks in a breath.

“I’m not going to tell you twice,” he mutters, and the desperation in his voice is more than noticeable.

I smirk up at him from where I rest and his eyebrows furrow as I stroke his cock.

“Please,” he drawls with sarcasm. I remove my hand from him and he sucks in a breath, his voice needy when he says, “Please, don’t stop.”

Well, that changed his attitude rather quickly. I grin. Hearing him like this? It’s hot as hell.

“Oh, don’t worry, Jordan. I’m only getting started.”

I make a show of spitting directly onto his cock before I take him into my mouth. He fists my hair and his moans come in just as fast as my hurried licks and squeezes.

“Oh my God—” His husky, breathy, desperate voice makes my brain glitch. So I keep going.

His fist tightens in my hair as he thrusts his thick cock deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until I gag.

Fuck, I have missed this …

“ Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans, taking control.

I grin as drool collects at my chin and my eyes start to water as I build my rhythm, writing my praises for his cock with my tongue.

He’s still the biggest, baddest, hottest dick I’ve ever had.

No one, and I mean no one, tastes as good as he does.

I don’t let up, my own cock aching with the need to come.

If I come while sucking him off, I won’t complain, but I’ve never come from sucking a guy off before. I need more stimulation than that. Though, something tells me at the rate we’re going, and how he’s fucking my mouth, that might change. He can take it as a compliment.

“Alex—” His voice is strained, and I know he’s close.

So I double down my efforts and roll my tongue around his cock.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he hisses. I take in the sight of him like this, coming undone, and I remember the first time I saw this look.

“Come for me,” I say in between licking and sucking him. “Please…”

The moan that escapes his throat is so deep and sexy, I can’t help but feel complimented.

“Alex, fuck—”

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. No one can hear you out here.” I suck the head of his cock before popping off and his cry of agony is music to my ears.

I like him like this. Fuck, I like it a lot.

“ Be as loud as you want.”

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he whines, his grip on my hair is bordering painful as he holds me in place and comes down my throat.

The thud of his head hitting the tree makes me glance up.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his shoulders loosening. The sun catches the sweat and grease streaks on his skin, his dark hair messy and rustled from our little game.

God, he is so fucking pretty when he’s like this.

I swallow the last bit and he lets go of my hair, gripping my arms as he helps me up.

His hands are steady and warm where they touch me, and I shift my weight to my good leg, digging the toe of my sneakers into the ground. His hands find my hips, holding me still as his thumb traces over my skin.

I break his gaze, quietly focusing as I slip his softening dick back in its place and zip him up slowly and button his jeans. His amber eyes stare down at me as he tries to catch his breath.

Then he kisses me.

I stumble but he grips me tighter, and I relax. I slide my hands up his chest, settling them on the sides of his neck. His hands trail over my bare chest and the switch in my brain flips.

My legs feel like Jell-O and my knees nearly buckle. He must sense my momentary lapse of remembering how to function, because he saves me from collapsing to the ground.

Well, that’s new.

Usually pain flips the switch. But nothing about this hurts.

In fact, it is the opposite. Nothing was painful unless you count my stupid knee.

When he breaks away from me, I feel his gaze on me as heat spreads into my cheeks.

Fuck, I did not expect him to kiss me like that.

Not like this. This isn’t how things go after we do this.

Maybe I need to suck his dick more often. Noted.

I clear my throat.

“Thirst quenched,” I say.

“I should get back. The cabinets won’t paint themselves,” I say, leaning forward to kiss him again.

Just a quick, light peck, fast enough that he can’t respond.

And with that, I turn around and head back to the house, leaving him in my wake with the biggest grin on my face, my cheeks still flushed, my heart racing.