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Chapter Forty-One

Jordan

I am nervous as fuck as I lead Alex into the bedroom, all the while wondering if I should back out of this—put him to bed and go sleep on the couch. How the fuck am I going to do this? Why did I think it was a good idea?

Because my dick is demanding attention and he never does that.

It’s been a long time since I’ve played football, but I need to go into this the same way I would go into a game. Holding onto confidence I don’t have. Fake it till you make it.

All I can do is go with it, do what feels right, and hope for the best.

The best being I don’t completely ruin this.

As I reach the bed, I stare down at it. Maggie’s face pops into my head, and I shake her out .

I have to call her tomorrow to break up with her. It’s the right thing to do, and she’ll understand.

I turn to face Alex, who’s watching me curiously. Ever the bright and confident one he is, yet right now, he looks scared, too.

What could he possibly be scared of? He’s done this plenty of times, and I don’t mean that as a dig.

Just in the way that he should be more comfortable than me.

This is my first time. I should be the nervous one.

But as I look at Alex, I think maybe he’s looking for someone else to be in charge.

Maybe he needs someone to take the reins. Maybe he needs a fucking break.

“If at any point you want this to stop, all you have to do is tell me,” I say.

He smirks. “Trust me, Jordan, there’s no way in fuck I’m stopping this.”

He pulls his shirt off, dropping it to the ground. I take in his wide shoulders, his firm chest, and hard abs. I stare at the bit of hair that trails down his lower stomach, disappearing behind his shorts. It’s sexy as hell.

Alex stands there, allowing me to look him over, and he doesn’t make a move.

He doesn’t jump down my throat, doesn’t say something stupid.

He’s calm. More calm than I’ve ever seen him before.

I’ve noticed that about him lately. He’s still himself here, still loud and full of energy, but he’s different too.

The moments when he’s relaxed and comfortable are happening more often.

Like he’s at peace a little. Dare I think it’s because of me?

That I give that to him the same way he gives it to me?

“Tell me how you want me,” he finally says, voice raspy.

My gaze is glued to the sizable tent in his shorts, and I have to force myself to pull away and look up at his face.

I step aside so he has a clear line to the bed. “Naked. On all fours.”

Excitement flashes in his eyes before he hooks his thumbs into his shorts and shoves them down. In two steps, he’s crawling onto the mattress. He spreads his knees wide, leaning his upper half onto the bed so his ass is high up in the air.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, moving to stand behind him. I run my hand gently along his lower back, then down the side of his leg. “This is sexier than I thought it would be.”

I’ve thought of Alex bent over many times, but my imagery wasn’t very clear. I’ve never seen a man in this position, and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but… fuck. Alex is fucking hot.

Both my hands come to rest on his ass, my thumbs brushing along the inside of his crease, just near his hole. It clenches the closer I get to it, and his breathing grows louder.

With my eyes still on him, I blindly reach to my nightstand, open the drawer, and fish around for the bottle of lube I keep in here on the off chance I feel the need to jerk off. I bought it a few years ago, and it still looks full.

I pop the cap, ready to pour it on him so I can feel inside of him, but I pause.

Before I do this, I need to do something else first…

I close the bottle and drop it to the bed, grabbing both his ass cheeks and leaning in. Alex groans when he feels me near, and when I drag my tongue along his hole, tasting him, he curses loudly, his body shivering.

“Jesus fucking hell, Jordan,” he mutters against the bed.

I smirk as I go in to do it again. The sound he makes has me never wanting to stop, so I keep going.

I lick him softly and firmly. Circle my tongue, go back and forth.

I dip the tip inside, swirling it. I’m not sure what I expected him to taste like, or what this would be like, but judging by the way my dick is aching, it’s safe to say I don’t hate it. Not one fucking bit.

My dick has never been so hard.

I grab the lube again, this time drizzling it over him and my hand. I drag my fingers along his skin, over his hole, teasing him before pushing inside. He’s warm, soft, and so goddamn tight. I have no idea how I’m supposed to fit my dick in here.

“More,” Alex whines, so I add a second finger.

“Oh, God yes…” he breathes. “Just like that. Fuck, that feels good. ”

Slowly, I slide my fingers in and out of him, stretching him wider for me. My gaze stays on the way his body takes me in, and just thinking about him taking my dick this way has me ready to explode.

I pull my fingers out, and he whines, his voice some mix of need and ecstasy. “Don’t stop.”

I take my clothes off, picking up the lube to coat my dick before moving behind him.

“I’ll go slow,” I say, my hands shaking as I guide my dick toward his ass.

“Please, don’t.”

I pause, bringing my attention to his face.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want to feel it,” he says through gritted teeth, hands grasping the blanket beneath him. “Make me feel it, Jordan.”

My dick pulses at the desperation in his voice. If I don’t get inside him soon, I may come just like this. Which would be a first, and the absolute most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. With one hand flat on his back, the other guides my dick to his greedy hole, and I slowly push inside.

He groans and whines, pushing against me to take me in faster. I’m trying to take it easy and he’s so desperate for my dick that he isn’t letting me.

“Relax,” I tell him, brushing my fingers along his back. “Take me in, baby. You can do this.”

“Fuck, Jordan…”

“You got this. Just a little more,” I say softly as I push further in. “Yes, just like that. So fucking good.”

A strangled sound leaves his throat.

“Keep telling me how good I’m doing,” he whispers.

“So fucking good,” I say quickly. My other hand comes up to rest on his hip, and I dig my fingers in. “You feel amazing. You’re so tight and you’re letting me inside you, just like I want.”

I’ve never been much of a dirty talker, but I guess Alex brings out all kinds of shit in me I didn’t know about myself.

“I want to be good for you,” he says.

“You’re being so fucking good.” I slide in deeper, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, and the rest of me slides in with ease. “Fuck,” I growl, letting out a sharp breath as a bead of sweat drips down my temple.

I’ve never felt something so tight before.

Never in my whole life has anything felt like this.

My body is shaking, every cell in my body is on fire.

I have the urge to pull out and slam back in, fuck him hard and fast, but I’m worried about hurting him and so I just stay here, feeling his ass clench my dick and listening to his sharp panting.

“Move, Jordan. Please, fucking move.”

“I don’t want—”

“Fuck me, Jordan Mackenzie!” he growls in a tone that lights a fire inside me.

I shift my feet, grip his hips, and fuck him hard. It’s frenzied and messy and so fucking intense, but once I start, I can’t stop.

Alex is moaning and whining and telling me to go harder because he wants to feel every inch of me. So I give him what he wants and fuck him as hard as I can.

My arm goes around his stomach and I pull him up against me, his back sticking to my chest with sweat. I go deeper with this angle, and without even thinking, I reach around for his dick, jerking him off with each thrust inside him.

His nails dig into my forearm, and he tugs it upwards, guiding my hand around his throat, so I squeeze.

“Is this what you want?” I growl in his ear.

“Y-yes!”

“You want me to hurt you, Alex? I’ll fucking hurt you.”

His dick throbs in my hand and his pulse races against my palm.

I squeeze harder. Fuck harder. Jerk him harder. I’m lost in a world that is just pleasure and Alex.

He claws at my skin, trying to tug it away. I hold onto his throat for just another second before letting go. He gasps for air when my hand falls away, but I scrape my nails along his chest, wanting to mark him everywhere I can, any way I can .

“Look at you being so fucking good,” I say, biting at his earlobe. “Just for me.”

“Just for you,” he repeats. Normally he’s all sarcastic or cocky, confident. But beneath my grip, all that disappears and now he’s someone else.

“ Only for me.”

“Only for you!”

I slide my hand up to his throat again, and when he pushes against me, I know he wants more.

So I give it to him. I cut off his airway again, until he’s clawing at me to release.

This time, I hold it for three seconds before letting go.

When I do, he whines, long and low, and my hand fills with his cum.

Listening to him lose it, while he comes in my hand, sends me over the edge.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, my knees shaking as I slam into him one last time, the pleasure blinding me.

I can hardly hold myself up, so I guide Alex down, then lie beside him, letting my dick slide out.

The room is filled with our heavy breathing, and I pull Alex close to me, kissing his shoulder, his neck, and then turning his head because I need his lips.

“That was so good,” I tell him with a disbelieving laugh.

He laughs back, low and huskily. “So good.”