Page 81 of Yours to Lose
“You’re perfect,” he says, a smile playing over his lips even as heat simmers in his eyes, and he sweeps his gaze down my body and back up. “And I like every single inch of your crazy, Jo. I hate that anyone has made you feel like it was too much because no amount of you could ever be too much.”
I shrug. “I don’t really care about that so much. Like I said, I like me. It’s mostly just, like, it would have been cool to know what to do with a man in my bed and know what an orgasm feels like when it comes from someone else and not my own hand.”
Jordan’s eyes turn a little feral, and his smile takes on a sharp edge. “You’ve never had an orgasm with someone else?”
I shake my head. “Unless you count Chris.”
“Who’s Chris?” The growl and the edge of jealousy in Jordan’s voice is hilarious, considering he once had a whole entire fiancée.
“My vibrator. He’s pink and sparkly, and he always gets me off.”
“You named your vibrator Chris?”
I shrug. “There are a lot of really good Chrises. Evans. Hemsworth. Pine. O’Donnell. Messina. It’s like a choose your own adventure every night.”
“How about tonight you let me be your adventure?” He winces as soon as he says it. “I think that was the worst thing that’s ever come out of my mouth.”
I can’t help it. I collapse into hysterical laughter. I laugh until tears roll down my face, and Jordan laughs too, except then he rolls right on top of me, and neither of us is laughing anymore. I grip Jordan’s waist as he hovers above me, resting his weight on his forearms. He dips his head, taking my mouth in a long, deep kiss. When he breaks away, the desire in his eyes is a mirror of my own.
“Let me take care of you tonight, Jo Jo. Let me show you what it’s like to have every inch of you well and truly worshipped. Let me strip you naked and learn how you taste and what sounds you make when you come. How you feel when I sink inside you, bury my cock in your tight pussy, fuck you until you’re crying out my name. I don’t care how much experience you have. All I care about is that you’re here with me now. I’ll take care of the rest. Let me show you everything.”
Holy shit. “Yes. All of that. Right now, please.”
Jordan chuckles and leans down, kissing me deeply as one of his hands glides down my side and slides up under my shirt. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch as his hand inches up my ribs. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the tank over my head and toss it aside before he dips back down, tracing his lips over my jaw and down my neck, licking lightly at my hammering pulse and making me whimper before kissing down my chest to the top edge of my bra.
“I like it better when you don’t wear this,” Jordan mumbles against my skin.
“You know I don’t usually wear bras?” I gasp out as Jordan’s tongue dips below the cup, grazing my nipple as he moves his knees to either side of my thighs, straddling me as he slides his hands around my back to unhook my bra.
“Changed your clothes the first night you were sick, remember?” he says, tossing the bra on the floor. “Told you I didn’t look.” He lifts his head and gives me a heated smirk that immediately ruins my underwear. “I lied.” He leans back down and immediately sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, my hips launching off the bed. Jordan leans more of his weight onto my legs, pinning me to the bed while his mouth continues its delicious assault, moving from one breast to the other, sucking my nipples into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue, rolling them between his fingers until I’m a quivering puddle offuckyesohmygod.
“Patience,” he murmurs. I whimper as he grazes his teeth over one stiffened peak, crying out when he pinches the other with his fingers. “I don’t think anyone has ever taken enough time with you, Jo. But I will. I want to take as much time as you’ll give me. You’re such a good fucking girl, letting me play with these pretty tits. I bet I could make you come just like this. Not tonight though. Tonight, I want to know what every inch of you tastes like.” He lifts his head to look at me. “Can I taste you, Hurricane?”
“No one has ever…”
Jordan stops me with his lips on mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, his hips dropping just enough for me to feel him—hot and hard—through his shorts, and everything inside me buzzes with need. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else has done,” he says against my lips. “I want to know if I can. If you’ll let me go down on you, show you what it feels like when a grown ass man eats.”
I think my soul leaves my body for a second, but when it returns, all I can think about is that hot, talented mouth on me, and I want it more than I want to breathe. “Fuck, yes. Do it, J.”
“Goddamn right,” he growls, his hands reaching for the waistband of my cutoffs, flicking open the button and pulling down the zipper. He leans down and kisses the hollow between my breasts, then slides down, his mouth tracing a hot, wet path down my belly, licking along the edge of my underwear and back, over and over again. Just when I think I’m about to descend into madness for how much I want him, he curls his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, peeling them down my legs and taking my underwear with them. When he tosses them on the ground, he sits up on his knees, looking down at me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, trailing his heated gaze up and down my body.
It’s wildly erotic to be lying here naked while he’s still fully clothed, his erection tenting his shorts. With a hand on each of my knees, he pushes my legs apart. And when his tongue glides along his lower lip, his hair falling across his forehead as he stares down at where I’m wet and needy for him, I think I might combust.
“Please,” I whimper.
Jordan’s smile is wicked. “I like it when you beg. You’re already dripping wet for me, Hurricane. You ready to feel what it’s like when someone other than a vibrator named Chris makes you come? I’m sure ready to taste your orgasm all over my tongue.”
Holy Mother Mary,I am deceased. There’s a nonzero chance I don’t survive this night, but Jesus, what a way to go.
“I am so, so ready.”
Jordan smirks at me and lays down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around my legs and using his thumbs to spread me apart. He gives me one long lick, flicking his tongue against my clit and chuckling a little darkly when I squirm against his face.
“So sweet for me,” he mumbles. “I knew you would be. I’m about to make this delicious pussy come for me. Only me,” he growls, diving back down. Jordan eats me like a man possessed. Sucking my clit into his mouth and then lapping at me, fucking me with his tongue while my hands twist in the sheets and I moan his name at the ceiling.
