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I use my free hand to circle his dick at the base, angling it up so I can take it into my mouth. The sweet-salty taste of him bursts to life on my tongue. He fills my mouth completely, pushing my tongue down and hitting the back of my throat. Deeply. I sink down on him with no care for my gag reflex. I suck him and fuck my fingers into him, and he loves it. He loves it.

“Fuck!” he yells, eyes wild and vacant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna…”

I start swallowing before he finishes the sentence. I swallow and swallow, gulping him down as he shoots, not stopping until the taste of him has drowned out all my other senses.

Jordan collapses in a heap when the last of the ravages of his orgasm have left him. I look down at him, pleased with myself. He’s a mess, and I’m the one who made him like this. A big, muscled mess that groans and twitches intermittently and struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Give me five minutes,” he mumbles as I curl myself into all of the little spaces around him.

“It’s fine, Jordy. Get some sleep.”

“Sleep? Like hell I will. Imma catch my breath, then you are in for it, boy.”

I giggle because, as threatening as his words sound, his eyes roll back in his head when he speaks and his speech is badly slurred.

“Is that right?” I tease.

“Ng, yeah. I’ng gonna get you good. Gonna make you sit on my face and eat you till you scream.”

Not going to lie, I’m severely turned on by what I just did to him, and the thought of his tongue near my asshole is of more than a little interest to me.

“And then?” I prompt quietly, wrapping my arms around him and snuggling as close to him as I can get. “What are you going to do to me next?”

He cards his fingers through my hair and hums languidly. “I’m going to open you real nice and slow. I’m going to stretch you while I eat. Fingers and tongue. Tongue and fingers. I’m going to do it until you’re begging. Until you don’t make any sense. Until you can’t remember your name.” His fingers move through my hair again, knotting and tugging gently at the base of my skull as fragments of energy find their way back to him. “Then I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this room. The bed. The desk. The floor. The wall. I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard you won’t remember what it felt like to be in your body without me. When your legs give way and you can’t hold yourself up anymore, I’m gonna come in you. Imma load you up, baby. Fill you to the brim. Come in you so deep that it will be running out of you at the gym tomorrow.”

“Jesus.” I let out a little cough and clear my throat.

“It’s going to be epic, O. Believe me, it’s going to be the best night of our lives, but d’you know what?” He kisses my cheek lightly, lifting my chin and stealing a slow, hungry kiss. “No matter how good it is, I already know that this right here—being in bed, laughing and talking and cuddling with you—is going to be my favorite part of the day.”

39

Orion

Three months later

There’s a hell of a commotion in the bedroom. Heavy thuds on the floor, a lot of banging on the wall, and a few cuss words thrown in here and there. It’s so loud that I can hear it in the shower despite the din of the water. I turn the faucet off and poke my head out of the cubicle to investigate. It’s gone quiet, but eerily so. I get out and dry myself, throwing on a pair of shorts hurriedly before making my way to the bedroom.

Jordan intercepts me, holding my bedroom door mostly closed with only his head and neck visible. Nothing about this is normal, not even for Jordan, and that’s a worry.

“What are you doing in there?” I demand.

He doesn’t smile exactly, but he pulls his lips into a tight, pleased-with-himself dot. “I got you a present.”

“What? Why? It’s not my birthday.”

“’Cause I wanted to,” he says, shooing me away from the doorway. “Go wait in the living room. I’ll come and get you when it’s ready.”

He closes the door firmly, so I’m left with no choice but to get coffee and breakfast started. It’s all very strange. For the next few minutes, there’s more noise from the bedroom, and at one point, I hear Jordan say, “Shitting hell,” quite loudly.

After that, it’s quiet, and then I hear his footsteps padding down the hall. He appears in the living room, coming to a sudden stop when he sees me. His lips part slightly and the gold in his eyes turns to mush. “Oh God,” he whispers reverently. “There you are.”

His gaze travels slowly down my body, sticking on my pecs before gliding down my abs. They get to my dick and his top lip flares into the goofiest, sappiest of grins. He raises his hand, forefinger pointing at the floor, and draws a small circle in the air.

I roll my eyes with an elaborate huff. He does this every day, and every day I pretend not to enjoy it.

“Come on, baby.” He quirks his brows ridiculously. “Show me. You know you want to.”

Sadly, he’s right. Despite myself, I love this little ritual, and I love how this part always plays out.