Page 8 of My Ex Girlfriend's Brother

“I want to be inside you,” I moaned as his thumb rubbed over the tip of my dick.

“I want that too,” he panted.

That was all I needed. I shifted, moving Jordan onto his back. “Take off your shirt,” I ordered as I stood, kicking off my shoes and sweats before I peeled off my own shirt and then Jordan’s remaining clothes.

Standing above him, I took in the dark hair covering his chest and down to where he was stroking his big cock.

Grabbing my bag by the front door, I pulled out the condoms and lube I brought, unable to take my eyes off Jordan as he continued to touch and probe himself. He was as eager for me as I was for him.

Kneeling on the couch, I poured lube on his fingers and hole as I put the condom on.

Running my hands up the insides of his thighs, I dipped down, licked along his shaft. “You fucking yourself with your fingers is hot, but I’d rather see my dick get sucked into your tight hole.”

Pulling out his fingers, Jordan grabbed my shaft and lined me up with his asshole.

I watched as my dick was swallowed up by his body, inch by inch. Jordan’s hands went to my hips as I slowly started to move.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned. “Touch yourself. It turns me on beyond belief to watch you.”

I almost missed the feel of his hands on me. At least until one of his hands smoothed up his torso, and he pinched his nipple between his fingers, and the other hand wrapped around his cock and started to move.

Jordan stared up at me like I was his long-lost savior, and when I hit his prostate, he let out the sexiest damn moan I’d heard in my entire life. He clenched around me so damn hard I felt my balls tighten, and a tingle started to move down my spine.

I picked up the pace, and with each thrust, he squeezed my cock. With only a few more strokes, I came the hardest I’d ever come in my life.

I let my head fall back as stars dotted behind my eyes. Jordan’s body jolted as he praised God, me, and a few expletives that I’d never heard before.

Slowly I slipped out before I fell beside him on the couch. I draped one arm and leg over Jordan. Leaning forward, I kissed the side of his neck.

He ran one hand down my back and then up again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head. “I want to bask in the bliss of my orgasm a little while longer.”

Jordan turned on his side, and instantly we were intertwined. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind taking a nap right now.”

He was silent for so long, I thought Jordan had fallen asleep until he spoke.

“I know this is early, but I can see this.” He pointed back and forth between the two of us. “We could be real.”

“Oh, it’s real, baby.”

CHAPTERFIVE

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2 Weeks Later

Cash had been stayingat my place for the last two weeks. Not that I was complaining. It was the best two weeks of my life, but he hadn’t mentioned Camila or anything else going on in his life. He always deflected any mention of her with his mouth somewhere on me. Not that I minded in the moment.

Soft lips brushed below my ear as his arms snaked around me. “Will you come by the bar tonight after work? Unfortunately, I have to work.”

“Again?” I turned and slipped my hands up his shirt and ran my hands along his hot skin. “You seriously need to fire that douchebag.”

“I know, and I will the next time I see him.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Eventually, he’ll show up wanting his paycheck.”

I cleared my throat. “I’ll come, but only if you can come with me to my parents’ house this weekend.” It wasn’t until that moment that I had decided I’d travel back home for my dad’s birthday—and I wanted Cash with me.

“I’ll have to make sure I have my most responsible employees working this weekend, but yeah, I’ll go.” Cash’s hand gripped the side of my neck and ran his thumb along my pulse point. “Am I going as your friend or lover?”

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