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149 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 8, 2024
Jordan looked up—as Luke looked down. They were looking at one another while they fucked Jordan’s girlfriend between them.
“Come now, baby. Come like a good girl.”
Jordan felt it like a touch, anyways. It made him shudder. It made his cock jerk, hard. Luke saw. He saw that. He saw Jordan’s cock twitching and drooling just because he’d looked Jordan’s way.
“Fuck. He whines so pretty when you touch him, Luke. Do it again.”
“He likes that,” Sunny said. “Oh fuck, Luke, he’s throbbing inside me so bad just because you kissed him.”
He’d expected to feel— what? Shy, maybe? Self-conscious? But he didn’t. He felt weirdly powerful instead, and wanted, and so desperately fucking desired.
“I want your cum, Luke” “And you can have it,” Luke said, his own voice a little shaky, “when you’re a good girl for me, and get all hard in your panties.”
Because Jordan didn’t want another threesome. He didn’t want to share. It was pathetic and it was futile, but all he wanted was Luke, all to himself.
“My number?” Jordan echoed, dumbly. “Yeah,” Luke said, still smiling, “your phone number, man.” “Oh.” Jordan was acutely aware that every professional gossip in the immediate vicinity was watching their conversation with laser-focused interest. “Uh, is it— do you want it?” he asked, his heart doing some stuff he was pretty sure he should go see a cardiologist about.
“You don’t gotta put a label on things to enjoy them.” Jordan was an accountant. He was all about labels, and spreadsheets, and neatly annotated charts. Labels were his thing — except now all his labels were laying in a heap on the floor, and he couldn’t organize them, no matter how hard he tried.
And then Luke’s mouth was at the base of Jordan’s throat, sucking kisses that would leave their mark. Jordan liked that too much — Luke marking him up, making Jordan his in some heated, tangible way. If anyone saw, they would know, instantly: Jordan’s body belonged to Luke. Jordan belonged to Luke. And fuck, it felt good.
“God,” Luke breathed. “God, baby, you’re so fucking pretty.”
“Baby,” Luke murmured, pleased, shifting Jordan on top of him, easy, like Jordan was some insubstantial thing. Those big arms wrapped even tighter around Jordan, and the feeling of it, being surrounded by Luke’s presence, being held and gentled and protected… God. Jordan liked it. He liked it so much. Luke made him feel small and delicate and sweet, and Jordan liked that too. He liked it too much, probably.
Jordan liked women. He knew that much. He liked boobs and pussy and soft skin and soft curves. But turns out he liked cock too. Really liked it. Liked it a kind of sluttish amount, if he was being honest with himself.
“Because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Jordan shuddered. Those words. Fuck, just hearing them again. The temperature in the room kicked up. The heat in Jordan’s blood climbed even higher. He whispered when he said it, but he made himself say it all the same. “Yes,” he said. “I’m a good girl.” Luke’s smile was a tease against Jordan’s skin. “Whose? Whose good girl are you?” “Yours,” Jordan said, whispering still, so fucking shy. “Your good girl.”
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