Page 85 of Delay of Game

She shrugs, leaning on the wall with her shoulder and adjusting her legs, crossing one over the other. “I think it’s hot.”

My gaze drags down her body, from her chest to her thick thighs and soft legs. By the time I look all the way down, I realizeshe’s still wearing the black heels from earlier. I bite my lip, wanting those legs wrapped around me again.

“I also think you should finish what you started. I never pegged you for a quitter,” she teases, her pupils darkening as she looks at me in all my naked glory.

My jaw clicks and I let my hands fall to my sides, so she can see how much she’s affecting me. I’m fully hard again and she looks at me with so much desire that all my shyness dissipates. Alice undoes the loop of her robe and slowly turns around, letting the silky material drop off her shoulders. It lands on the hardwood floor of my hallway, and I can’t take my eyes off her plump ass.

“Good boy,” she says with a look over her shoulder as she heads towards my bedroom.

Alice

I expectto be the one leading since Jordan seems to be struggling with his confidence, but as soon as I reach the bed, his arms come around me as he pulls me against him. His front is plastered to my back, and I shiver at the naked feel of him against my ass.

My head falls back against his chest and Jordan slowly caresses my hair away from my neck with a finger, his lips ghosting my skin with a kiss. My eyelashes flutter closed, and I tilt my head more, exposing the soft flesh at my neck. He wastes no time, peppering me with kisses and soft bites followed by soothing licks.

Jordan keeps a hand splayed across my stomach, his hot and hard erection pressing further into me. His other hand finds my breast and pinches my nipple, drawing a whimper from my lips.“More, J,” I say, placing my hand on top of his and squeezing harder.

He follows my direction and brings both hands to my breasts, giving me just the right pressure to drive me crazy. I reach back and grip his cock, moaning at the feel of him in my hand. I missed him. All of him.

“I won’t last long if you touch me like that,” he groans into the crook of my neck, teeth scraping my sensitive spot.

“Hm, we’ll see.” I step out of his embrace and grin, turning us around and pushing him down on the bed. Jordan lands on his elbows, looking up at me like he can’t believe this is happening again.

“Move up and lay against the headboard,” I instruct, feeling giddy when Jordan eagerly obeys. He props himself against the pillows and fists the sheets at his side as I slowly crawl between his legs.

“Fuck,” he says once I reach him and hover over his body. My left hand leaves a trail of goosebumps from his collarbone down to his hip. My eyes snag on the scar and a pang of sadness hits me, but I try to not let it show. I wish he would have told me about his gruesome injury. I wish he would have let me help him.

Jordan swallows and cups my face, tearing my gaze away from his scar. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice gruff.

I smile and shake my head. “It’s okay, J. Really.” I lean in and capture his lips with mine. He sighs into the kiss, and I press into him harder. My nipples graze the black hairs on his chest and I moan, my teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip.

His arms come around me, but I pin them back to the mattress, giving him a wicked smirk. Jordan frowns, but it quickly fades as I kiss my way down his body, my tongue poking out to taste all the dips and valleys of his chest and abs, all the way down to his cock.

I press a sweet kiss to the leaking head and it twitches, making me smile. Jordan is breathing hard and watching me with so much intensity that my toes curl in my heels. I sit up and lean back to take the shoes off, but Jordan stops me with a rough command. “Leave them on.”

My spine straightens and I look back at him in surprise. His jaw is clenched, his eyes bouncing from my legs to my breast and back to my face. There’s a slight blush forming on his cheeks, and I smile. “Okay, hotshot. Whatever you want.”

Jordan raises an eyebrow at me and I grin wider, returning to his cock and licking him from base to tip in one go. His rough exhale is stark in the quiet room, and I waste no time, taking him in my mouth as deep as I can.

“Jesus, fuck,” he says, and I choke on a laugh, his dick deep down my throat. I pull off of him and clear my throat. “Are you okay?” Jordan asks in concern, one hand reaching down to brush a strand of hair out of my eye.

“Peachy,” I say, bringing my mouth close to him again and spitting on his cock. It’s Jordan’s turn to make a choking sound as his fingers tighten in my hair. “What do you want, J?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Anything.Everything,” he says, chocolate brown eyes boring into me, and I get the feeling he’s not just talking about just sex.

“You want me to fuck you with my mouth?” I ask, and swallow the head of his cock again, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard, letting go with a pop. Jordan groans but doesn’t respond. “Or should I ride you until you buck and come inside me?” I say in a sultry voice I don’t recognize.

“Baby, when did you get such a filthy mouth?” Jordan says, panting as I move to take one of his balls in my mouth, licking and sucking gently. “Actually, don’t tell me. I can’t handle thinking about you with anyone else,” he says, holding my facewith both hands as I make my way up once more and bob my head on his cock again and again.

When I come up for air, his thumbs caress my cheekbones and I admit, “There was no one else.” Jordan lifts my head so he can look at me. Does he think I’m lying?

“What about the guy you brought home for Christmas that one time?” he asks, jaw clenched and eyes sad.

I burst out laughing and his expression relaxes. “I never even kissed him. I brought him to see if you’d be jealous. Or if you were truly over me after you left,” I say, pressing a kiss to his stomach, making my way back up to his mouth.

“I could never get over you,” he says, tipping his head to kiss me, but I pull away at the last second.

“There was no one else for you either?” I ask, needing to hear him say it.

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