Page 47 of Insatiable Hunger

My body sags against the counter as I let my head drop back onto my shoulders, eyes closing. “This isn’t right,” I breathe. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Zeke. You’re married. And to my mother, if that wasn’t bad enough. You gotta stop. Please.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I make the mistake of opening my eyes and meeting his gaze. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way he does, and it should be illegal. My throat clogs with unexpected emotion, and when his attention drops down to my lips, there isn’t a single part of me that wants to deny him what he wants.

But I can’t, and when he leans in to try, my hand comes up, cupping his cheek, the hair under my palm course and thick. “No,” I mutter with as much oomph as I can muster up. “Please, we can’t.”

I expect a fight. An argument. But instead, he leaves. Doesn’t say anything, just leaves. And I’ve never felt so filled with mixed emotion in my life. I’m relieved, but I’m also disappointed. I also know I need to get this off my mind as soon as possible, and there’s only two ways I see that happening… more alcohol and Jordan. Preferably together to double the efforts.

After taking the leak I originally came in here to do, I head downstairs to find Jordan, Katie, and Enzo. They’re right where I left them on the lawn out back. We all go grab more drinks before the fireworks start.

As promised, the show is fucking impressive.

Katie is clearly feeling her liquor because she’s cozied up beside Enzo, something she wouldneverdo if she was sober, while I sit with my back against Jordan’s front and his arms around me. The show lasts about an hour; his lips teasing my neck almost the entire time. By the time it’s over, I’m so keyed up, I could scream.

Enzo offers to drive Katie home since she can’t. So, when they leave, I lead Jordan up to my room, not giving a single fuck who could see me. And if the way he throws me up against my closed bedroom door is any indication, I’d say he’s as fired up as I am.

Hungry lips devour me, greedy hands roaming all over my body, quickly discarding each article of clothing until I’m standing before him in nothing more than my briefs. He pulls back long enough to rip his own clothes off, eyes drinking me in.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans, pulling me into him again until we stumble back and fall onto the bed. Now on top of him, I grind my hard, cloth-covered cock against his, the friction maddening. It’s both too much and not enough at the same time.

As much as I hate to admit it, Zeke’s words from the bathroom earlier keep coming back to me, but maybe if I push myself further with Jordan, I can get them to erase. Or at the very least, make them temporarily go away.

“I want you,” I breathe into his parted lips, flicking my tongue into his mouth and tasting his eagerness. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jordan’s fingers thread through the hair at my nape, deepening our kiss as his hips thrust up into mine. “You’re sure?” he asks, breath hot against my lips.

Nodding, I break our lips apart and climb off him. Dropping my underwear, I step out of them and reach into the nightstand, grabbing the lube and a condom. “I’m positive.”

The toothy grin that brightens his face makes my cock twitch. I wrap a tight fist around my shaft, giving it a couple of tugs as he stands, removing his own boxers before hooking his arm around my waist and hauling me into him. Our dicks rub together as our mouths collide. It’s messy and hurried; tongues dancing and caressing, teeth nipping, hands everywhere.

My head is light, heart racing by the time I shove him onto the bed, climbing into his lap. After a few minutes of making out, he flips us and grabs the lube from me, slicking his fingers up and wasting no time prepping me.

By the time he rolls on the condom and lines himself up, I’m so turned on, I feel like I could come just from sight alone. He takes his time entering me, making sure I’m comfortable, not wanting to hurt me.

Which is nice, but I can’t help but imagine how different this would be if this were Zeke instead of Jordan. I crave the roughness, the pain, and it’s not something you can easily tell someone new. Either they’re into it too or they’re not. And if they’re not and you bring it up, it usually gets pretty awkward. So, I typically don’t say anything.

But, of course, because Zeke is superhuman and can read me better than anyone, he knew without me even needing to tell him.

It’s cruel and unfair how well-suited Zeke is for me, knowing I can’t have him. Part of me worries I will never be able to find someone who fills me and accepts me the way I need, which will lead to a life of sex that takes the edge off but still leaves me wanting.

I force myself back into the moment with Jordan. He’s got my knees pressed to my chest as he ruts into me, hips rolling and snapping against my ass. His cock grazes my prostate, lighting up my body and allowing me to get lost in the moment.

Jordan flips me around, sliding right back in while he holds my hips in a punishing grip. It doesn’t take long before his movements get jerky. He’s close. I’m not. It’s not until this very moment that it hits me what a terrible idea this was. I never should’ve pushed myself into this with Jordan. It’s not fair to him, but more than that, it’s not what I want.He’snot who I want.

At this point, my cock is almost fully deflated, and I’m exhausted and would kind of like to get this over with so I can go to sleep, so I push back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as I twirl my hips.

He groans deep in his chest as he stills, spilling into the condom, and I collapse onto the bed.

Is he going to stay the night?Shit, I did not think this through.

Jordan pulls out of me, and I hear him whisper, “Oh, shit,” under his breath.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, turning around, but I don’t even need to ask. I can feel it before he even says anything.

“The condom broke,” he confirms, pointing to his dick.

Not the end of the world. It’s not like I can get pregnant, but still. Sexually transmitted infections and viruses are real.

“I was tested not that long ago and was negative, and I’m on PrEP,” I mutter, reaching for my clothes.

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