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She bites her lower lip and blushes, and I swear I could come just from watching her, she’s so fucking stunning. “On the nightstand.”

I smile back and kiss along her jaw before pulling away and taking a step towards the nightstand.

“Wait,” she says, quickly sitting up and grabbing my wrist. But it’s too late. I’ve already seen it.

Right there, on the nightstand, is a purple vibrator.

Alice

My cheeks burnwith embarrassment and I grimace as Jordan gently lets go of my hand and picks up the vibrator.

Why did I leave it out in view? Not only did he catch me reading smut, but now he knows about my best friend, Thanos. There’s nothing special about it by any means—it’s a standard purple vibrator, but it gets the job done, hence why I’ve kept it around for so long. The fact that it’s somewhat big for me and purple is the reason I’ve named it Thanos, after the infamous villain.

I watch Jordan’s face closely, but I can’t get a good read on what he might be thinking. Just when I think he might say this whole thing was a mistake and that we should stop, he says, “Is this what you normally use?”

Taking a deep breath, I say, “Yeah. Why?”

He gives me a lopsided grin and takes a step towards me, unplugging Thanos in the process. “Just wondering,” he says, looking down at it and turning it this way and that. “Can I use it?” he says and my eyes all but bulge out of my head.

“Youwant to use it?” I ask, shocked.

Jordan frowns at me, but then his eyes widen. “No, I—I didn’t mean on me,” he sputters, and I smile at how easily flustered he got when he was so confident a second ago. This man is a walking contradiction and I freaking love seeing him come undone.

“I mean, I wouldn’t judge if you did,” I say, biting my lip and scooting closer to the edge of the bed. My fingers find the waistband of his sweatpants and I pull him toward me, feeling him up through the thick fabric.

Jordan laughs and throws the vibrator on the bed next to me. “Never say never, I guess, but I’d rather focus on you for now,” he says, cupping my cheek and stealing another kiss. I melt into him but keep my hand on his bulge, rubbing him.

His hand gently takes mine and pulls it away from his cock. “What I meant, before you so rudely interrupted me,” he says, panting against my mouth, “is that I want to use it on you. Trust me, you’ll need the warmup.”

My brain doesn’t register what he means, but a second later, Jordan takes off his waffle shirt, followed by both his pants and boxers, and my jaw is on the floor. He’s … fuckinghuge. Way bigger than my stupid-ass vibrator. And definitely much bigger than either of the two guys I’ve ever been with.

I swallow hard and stare at him. A few freckles mar his chest where he sports a little bit of black, curly hair. My eyes roam over his chiseled abs and to his defined Adonis belt, where a strip of hair runs down to his cock. I don’t think I’ve seen anything more perfect in my life.

Licking my lips, I grab the vibrator and bring it next to Jordan’s cock, comparing the two. Let’s just say Jordan’s is thicker. By a lot.

Choking on a laugh, I manage to say, “Yeah, I think I’ll need the warmup.”

CHAPTER 9

Three Years Ago – All Star Break

Jordan

This girl might bethe death of me. She’s on her knees, at the edge of the bed, her small figure still drowned by that damn sweatshirt. Her pink nails stand out in contrast to the brown skin of my dick, where she's gripping me, comparing my size to her purple vibrator.

I groan when she squeezes the base, trailing her fingers up and down, revealing the head, which is leaking with pre-cum. I need to do something, anything, to take this slow before I explode all over her fingers.

“Stand up,” I rasp, my voice deep and dripping with need.

Alice looks at me with wide eyes but obeys.Good girl.I take a step back, making room for her as she gets down from the bed, throwing the vibrator down on the comforter nonchalantly.

The things I want to do to her with that toy should probably stay locked up in my brain, never to be revealed.

“Are you gonna boss me around?” she asks with a smirk, reaching for my cock again. I swat her hand away and she frowns.

“Take your clothes off,” I say, sidestepping her and sitting at the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide enough for her to return to my cock if she wants. Though I’d much rather explore her body.

Alice’s smile turns shy as she drags her sweatshirt slowly over her head, exposing her navel and the ring I caught a glimpse of the other day. Biting her lip, she continues to drag the material up her body and revealing her perky tits, nipples hard and pointed at me.

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