Page 15 of Jordan’s Breakthrough (Unexpected Love #3)

“Hey, no! I did not say you could stop! This was my surprise. Let me enjoy it.”

Jordan resumes, tracing the length of his cock with long, sensual strokes. Then he slowly pulls the waistband down to reveal his head. “How about this one? You like that?”

“Mmm. Now that one is definitely my favorite.”

“Yeah?”

“You should trace that one too.”

Jordan does, dragging his finger slowly across his slit a few times. He angles it to get me a good view as he swirls his finger around the tip.

I lick my lips. “You have such a beautiful dick. I want to suck it so bad.”

Jordan’s face appears for a moment as he gives me a seductive wink. He spits on his hand, then slips it in his underwear. “How’s that? Is that like you sucking me?”

“You tell me. Is it wet enough?”

He spits again, pulling more of his shaft out to coat it. It glistens in the light.

“Shit, Jordan. You’re making me hard.”

He returns the camera to his face. “Want me to stop?”

I raise my brows. “You do, and I’ll never forgive you!”

He chuckles and bites his lip, but it falls a little flat. “That’s… the other thing, though. I don’t… I don’t know if I can do this very often, so I don’t… fuck, this is more difficult than I expected. What I mean is, I don’t get turned on easily.”

I hear the worry in his voice, like he thinks I’m going to expect this every time now. “I know. You already told me. I’m never going to expect anything,” I say softly. “When you’re in the mood, we’ll take advantage of it. And when you’re not, we’ll do other things. I only want it if you do.”

His face softens. “I want it more, though. That’s what I’m saying. I haven’t felt this in…” His eyes shudder, lips parting. “Fuck, this is good.” Whatever he’s doing is driving him wild. I love watching it.

“Then don’t stop, okay?” I breathe. Please don’t stop.

Jordan angles the camera down again, letting me watch as he pumps his cock in easy, firm strokes. He really is big. And thick too, with dark veins and ridges on the underside. It would feel incredible in my throat.

“What would you do next if you were here?” he asks.

“Oh, I’d definitely suck your balls.”

Jordan goes lower, lifting his balls out from the underwear to cup them. I catch a glimpse of his face as the camera moves, and smile. He’s clearly enjoying this, mouth parted and head hung back.

“I’d suck hard,” I say. “Teasing them with my tongue. Little flicks.” I show him with my tongue. “Then I’d lick up your shaft to the tip.”

He mutters a curse.

I slip a hand in my pants, touching myself. Then, before I can overthink it, I yank my clothes off and lie on my back.

Jordan hums when he sees my bare chest. “Are you joining me?”

“Can’t have all the fun, can you?”

In one swift move, he discards his underwear to be naked too.

“Hold your phone up. Let me see you,” I say.

He does, smiling at me. Dark clouds loom in his eyes, telling me he’s struggling more than he’s letting on. I want to ask again if he’s okay, to make sure he isn’t forcing this, but Jordan told me once he needs someone he can trust. So I need to give him that.

“Your turn,” he says. “Let me see you.”

I bite my lip, trying to silence my mind and enjoy this moment with Jordan, but I struggle to let go.

“Let me see you, Miles,” he repeats.

I sigh. “Just don’t judge me, okay? I’m not as sexy as you.”

“Bullshit. Show me your body.”

I lift the phone to show as much of myself as I can. Heat rushes to my skin, making my palms tacky. It’s less my soft belly that I’m nervous about and more the fact that I have no clue how to be as tempting as he is. Hopefully I don’t look like an idiot.

“Damn. I wish I could kiss every inch of you,” Jordan says, his tone serious.

I lower the camera to my dick, wrapping a hand around myself, and pump in even motions.

“That’s it. Do whatever feels good,” Jordan encourages.

Spreading my legs, I pull my knees up. It’s so awkward to do this with him, yet with every breath, it becomes easier. I trust Jordan, and I know whatever I do, whatever happens, he won’t judge me.

“Sorry if my camera angle sucks. I’ve never done this before,” I admit.

“Me either.”

“Really?”

“Swear to you, Miles. I never have.”

I groan as my cock leaks. “Shit. I’m so hard.”

I add a twist. Every few passes, I touch the head. Precum oozes everywhere, coating my shaft and fingers, and I use it as lube.

Jordan does the same, even spitting on his hand again. I hear a clear schlick-schlick sound, and it makes my balls get tight. Every now and then, he gives me a clear view of the purple head. So wet and glistening. I really wish I could taste him.

“Think you can come for me?” Jordan asks.

I already know I won’t be able to this time, not with only my hand. I need more.

Lust spirals through me as I inch my fingers lower to touch my hole. “Fuck, Jordan,” I whimper, inching one finger into the first knuckle. A deep need builds in my belly. “Dammit!”

He grunts before saying, “What?”

“I… ugh, I want to be fucked!” Want isn’t a strong enough word. I need it. I need a cock in my ass.

Jordan says something I can’t hear, and when I open my eyes, his hand is flying over his cock again.

“W-what?”

“I said, do it then! Do you have a dildo?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Use it. Fuck yourself.”

It isn’t a request. Jordan’s heady tone tells me he wants it as bad as I do.

Setting my phone down, I reach in my drawer to find my favorite long blue dildo with the vibrating head.

After quickly coating it in lube, I pull my knees up and begin to push in.

It hurts like a bitch since I haven’t stretched my hole in a long time, but I don’t care. I bear down, craving the pressure.

An embarrassing groan comes from my chest, and pain makes my eyes well. I coat the toy with more lube before trying again, sinking deeper. The inner ring gives way, then incredible pleasure rushes through my channel.

“Oh, shit, yes. Yes!”

“Are you doing it, Miles? Let me see.”

I fumble for the phone, then curl inward trying to show him. The angle is horrible, but at least he knows what I’m doing.

He mutters a hard, “Fuuuck! That’s hot.”

“Can’t… hold… the phone!”

“That’s okay. Just let me hear you. Be loud and dirty for me, okay?”

I set the phone down and use both hands to fuck my ass. One to hold the toy, the other to spread my cheeks. It’s been way too long since I’ve done this, the angles and motions are almost unfamiliar to me. But with a little experimenting, and a lot of play, I find a position that hits every nerve.

“I forgot how good this is!” I say with a groan.

“If it was me, I’d fuck you harder. Right into the mattress.”

I get to my knees, then reach back so I can drive the dildo in harder, faster.

Through my haze, I swear I hear Jordan say, “How are you doing this to me?”

My hips move, cock bouncing, and I bend forward, hiding my face on the pillow. I cry out when I nail my prostate.

“So good,” Jordan says, but it sounds like he’s saying it more to himself than me. Like he’s in shock. “Fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close.”

“Me too.” I drive in a few more times before my body surrenders. My balls draw up tight, and I thrust again, nailing that sensitive nub.

“Ooh, God! Jord…an!” Hot cum spurts from me and my body spasms, ass clenching. The pressure is exquisite.

I don’t even try to hold back the moans. How can I, when it feels this good?

I turn the vibrating head on, gasping loudly as my orgasm heightens. “Fuuuuck!”

My knees give out, and I fall right into the wet spot on my side of the bed, but I don’t care.

My hips rock desperately. Fucking, grinding.

Holding the toy inside me, I imagine it’s Jordan’s cock instead, Jordan’s warm body hovering against my back.

His long hair touching my shoulders. His soft lips on my neck. His voice in my ear.

If only it could be real.

Jordan grunts a loud, “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! I’m gonna…” His jagged breaths and the slick skin-on-skin sounds make my heart rate pick up again. I fumble with my phone, hoping to see something, but it’s only white ceiling.

“Come for me, hon,” I say. “Let me hear you.”

A second later, he lets out a long groan. The slick noises increase before stopping, as if he’s too sensitive to continue jacking. I hear a soft whimper that almost sounds like a cry of relief.

I crack a smile, wishing I could see his face. Rolling to my side, I stay as far away from the mess as I can. “You as high as I am right now?”

The screen shifts, then clatters to the floor, facing upward.

Jordan curses, and with what sounds like monumental effort, he pulls himself to the edge of the bed to get the phone, but collapses on the mattress, arms and hair hanging over the edge. A few dark strands stick to his damp skin.

So beautiful.

Neither of us say anything for a long moment, then he pulls one arm under his chin.

“Guess you really like my new underwear, huh?”

I sputter a laugh. “I think I like what they were covering more, but yes. They were fun.”

He smiles at me. “We’ve got to figure this camera thing out. I got robbed. Missed the best part.”

I snort. “You and me both. But you heard plenty. We both did.”

Jordan hides his face a little, the barest hint of red touching the skin around his eyes. I see a flash of… something—concern, maybe—before he rolls away. “Anyway, where were we before I distracted you with my big dick? Oh, right. You have an owl to finish.”

I sputter. “Shit. I do!”

“Want me to go?”

“No. I need to clean up, but I’d love to talk for a while if you want to.”

He reaches for his phone, and his smile is genuine. “I do.”