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Sutton

M y heart pounds like a battle cry as I follow Jordan through the garage into his kitchen, my fingers linked with his. The whole way here, neither of us said anything. I was afraid he might change his mind if I spoke up, so I just…didn’t.

But when he reached for my hand, brushing his lips with mine, that fear faded to nothing. He doesn’t regret what happened back there. And he doesn’t regret bringing me here, either.

We should probably talk about this, but I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. He isn’t telling me no right now, and that’s enough for me. For now.

We’re barely over the threshold before he’s dragging me into his arms, his breath ragged, as if he’s struggling to hold himself in check. I tip my head back, just as desperate as he is. Just as eager.

“You taste like fucking sugar,” he groans, licking into my mouth as if he’s trying to steal my taste for himself. He squeezes my ass in his big hands, growling softly. “Jesus, princess. This ass has gotten even more perfect.”

“You mean it’s grown,” I gasp as he attacks my throat with hungry kisses.

He nips and bites, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.

Who knew that could feel so good? Or, perhaps, it’s simply that it’s him that intensifies the pleasure.

It’s Jordan’s hands on my ass. It’s his teeth in my skin.

“Yeah.” He bites the side of my throat again, slipping his hands beneath my shirt. I groan at the electric feel of his palms against my bare skin. “It’s grown more goddamn perfect.”

“You’ve grown, too. Bigger.”

“Worked out a lot,” he grunts, yanking my shirt up over my head before his lips trail across my collarbone and onto my chest. “Christ, Sutton. I missed you more than you know, princess.”

“I missed you, too.” A lump of emotion wells in my throat, threatening to choke me.

But I don’t know what to do about it. Now doesn’t really seem like the time to ask him any of the fifty questions I want to ask him.

What if he stops? What if he backs off, and I never know what it’s like to be his in this way?

Unthinkable. So I don’t ask him any of those questions.

I don’t tell him how much I regret trusting my brother.

Instead, I tangle my fingers up in his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Show me how much, Jordan. Make me yours.”

“Plan on it,” he growls, hauling me up into his arms. His lips come down on mine in another drugging kiss as he practically bolts up the stairs, putting all those muscles to work. He doesn’t even break a sweat by the time we reach the top…but I’m sweating. And shivering. Moaning, too.

I see his bedroom in flashes and slivers.

A thick black rug beneath our feet as he stalks across the room.

Big windows spilling light across us as we tumble onto the oversized bed in a tangle of limbs.

A sleek black headboard as he pins me beneath him.

And then I see nothing but him. He blots out everything as he straddles my legs, hauling his shirt off over his head.

I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times…but it’s different this time. He’s different this time. Bigger, like I said. New tattoos have joined the old, covering damn near every inch of his golden skin. They’re vivid and bold, telling parts of his story in a way only those who know him best can hear.

“Beautiful,” I choke, reaching out to touch him. My palm lands against his abdomen, which flexes beneath my fingers.

His eyes fall to half-mast, a soft groan tumbling from his lips. “Damn, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” My gaze flits to his, my lips curving into a smile. I slip my hand downward inch by inch until it covers the massive bulge in his sweats. “Does this feel good too?”

“Fuck.” He bucks against my hand, his steely eyes wild now. “Don’t tease me, princess. You’ll have my coming in my pants again instead of where I belong.”

“Wh…” I pause, licking my lips, dizzy at the thought of him coming on himself for me. “Where do you belong?”

He holds my gaze as he slips his hand between us, cupping my pussy in a possessive grip. “Right fucking here.”

I moan. Loudly.

“You know it’s mine, don’t you?”

“I…I…”

“Say it, princess.”

“It’s yours!” I cry. God, it’s always been his.

From the very first damn minute I met him, I knew it was supposed to be his.

How could there be anyone else when there was only ever him for me?

I didn’t care how long I had to wait for him to get on the same page, I fucking knew.

And part of me always hoped that he knew, too.

That he was never with anyone else back then because he was waiting on me.

It's been five years, and I think he’s still waiting just like I’ve been. He’s never been photographed with anyone else. Never been linked to anyone. He’s been a man apart, isolated in his bitterness and regret. And so have I. So damn lonely.

He leans down, planting his lips against my ear. “Take my cock out, baby. See what belongs to you.”

I gasp, my fingers tightening around him. My gaze flies to his. I don’t need him to say the words, though. I see the truth in his eyes. He has been waiting for me, too. Definitely for the last six years. Probably forever.

I tug his sweats down, reaching inside to wrap my fingers around his length. He’s burning hot against my palm, somehow silky smooth and hard as steel at the same time.

“Fucking hell,” he chokes, bucking into my hand when I work it up and down his length, eager to explore every delicious inch of him. My fingers don’t even touch around the thickest part. And he’s so damn long…

I’m already on fire, desperate to know what he feels like inside me, splitting me in two. Consuming me from the inside out. Owning me the same way I intend to own him.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly, but there’s really no need. He’s already tearing my bra in half in his desperation to get it off me.

His lips close around one hard nipple, his hands already hard at work between us, trying to slip the button of my jeans free. He bites me, and I know heaven. It’s this man on top of me, growling as he attacks my nipples like they’re the best things he’s ever had in his mouth.

“Perfect little princess,” he snarls, moving from one to the other and then back again. “Going to punish you with cock until you’re screaming.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

He leans back suddenly, yanking my pants down my legs. His cock slips from my grip, bouncing against his stomach. I don’t have time to miss the heat of him in my hand before his wild eyes meet mine, blazing with intent.

“You going to be a good girl and let me eat my fill before I fuck the cherry out of you, princess?”

Oh my god.

“Jordan, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even begging for right now. For him to eat me? Fuck me? Destroy my world and put it back together again? I don’t care which he does at this point, just so long as he does it soon. It’s already been too long. So damn long.

He slides down my body, leaving little bites like a roadmap to guide him back.

I melt beneath him, clinging to the sheets as if that’ll keep me clinging to sanity.

I already know they won’t, though. Not with his hands on me.

Not with his lips everywhere, exploring places that have never felt like enough.

They do right now. Under his lips, they feel like exactly enough.

“So fucking beautiful,” he croons as he tugs my pants the rest of the way off and then settles between my legs. His eyes lock with mine as he tosses them over his broad shoulders. They’re so full of wicked intent, I can’t breathe. “I’m going to enjoy feasting on this pretty little thing, Sutton.”

“D-Do it.”

“Oh, princess.” His smirk is deadly. “Didn’t you hear me in the parking lot? I make the rules and give the commands here, not you. Your only job is to fucking come until I’ve decided you’ve had enough. And just so we’re clear…it’ll be a long damn time before I decide that, baby.”

I made a grave mistake thinking I could survive sex with this man.

I can’t. I won’t. He hasn’t even started, and I’m already a quivering, panting mess beneath him.

How much more fucked am I going to be when he’s making me come again and again just because he can?

Just because I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen as soon as he puts his mouth on me or pushes his way inside for the first time.

I’ll just keep pushing the damn pleasure button like the mice in the Skinner box until I wither away beneath him, consumed by pleasure. Fucked to death.

He yanks me closer, until my ass dangles above the bed and my pussy is right there in his face. His gaze rakes down my body, so hot I feel it blistering my skin. And then it settles between my legs, so intent. So damn deadly.

“Oh, princess,” he growls. “Look at you dripping for me. Does it feel good?”

“It’d f-feel a lot better if you had your m-mouth on it.”

“Yeah?” He smirks again, that smirk that tells me in no uncertain terms that he’ll get around to it when he damn well pleases. “Then keep your eyes on me. And don’t even fucking think about being quiet, Sutton. I’ve waited for you for too long not to hear every sweet sound you make.”

Don’t think that’ll be a problem, not with the way he’s looking at my pussy like a condemned man staring at his last meal.

His lips run up the inside of my thigh, so slowly I sob in anticipation. In need. It doesn’t hurry him along any at all. He just sinks his teeth into my skin as if telling me to be patient and let him savor this. And I try…really, I try. But I’m not patient. I’m greedy and aching and I need–

“Jordan!” I sob, bucking beneath him when he flicks his tongue out, running it up my slit. He settles it against my clit, jiggling it back and forth in a way I feel all over my body. I feel it in my damn soul. Sweet baby Jesus…

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes nearly black with desire. He hauls me closer, burying his face in my pussy with a savage roar.