Tragically, Jordy made no move to fuck him. Rowan didn’t complain about it because Jordy slotted his thigh between Rowan’s, and honestly? Rowan’s ass could get in line; his dick was getting the attention now.
Jordy’s thighs lived up to every filthy thought Rowan had about them, broad and thick and powerful, perfect for rubbing off against. Except Jordy wasn’t letting Rowan move—he pinned Rowan’s wrists to the mattress above his head with one big hand, and Rowan had neither the leverage nor the lower body strength to do anything but lie there and take whatever Jordy gave him.
Right now that meant dirty, slow grinds of his hips, every movement rubbing Rowan’s hard cock between Jordy’s leg and his own belly. He’d leaked enough to make a puddle, and every time Jordy thrust against him, the puddle grew and Rowan’s dick slid a little more and a more embarrassing noise wisped out of his throat.
Jordy was dripping too, his erection a hot, heavy weight against Rowan’s hip. Rowan wanted to touch it, wrap his hand or mouth around it, but he had to settle for feeling it move against him andwanting.
And that was going to be enough.
Jordy had been watching him with those dark, assessing eyes, but when Rowan finally managed to reboot his nervous system and arch up against him, Jordy let out a groan and pressed his face into Rowan’s neck. Rowan’s brain disintegrated under the onslaught of hot breath, lips, teeth, the burn of Jordy’s stubble. God, he was going to come like this—with Jordy’s thigh pressed just,justbehind his balls, a promise or a tease or both.
“Jordy,” he finally managed to gasp, and something must’ve gotten through.
Jordy didn’t let him up. He sucked a bruising kiss into the side of Rowan’s neck and slipped his free hand between them to wrap tight around Rowan’s cock, stroking roughly.
Then he pushed his leg up harder, higher, until his knee slid between Rowan’s asscheeks like he might try to fuck him like that, and Rowan’s orgasm punched out of him along with all the breath in his lungs. It went on forever, filling the bedroom with slick sounds and the scent of come and sweat, until finally Rowan couldn’t take it anymore and flinched away.
All at once, Jordy released him. He sat back on his haunches, giving Rowan a perfect view of him in all his glory. The muscles in his forearm bunched as he took himself in hand. Rowan watched the head of his dick disappear and reappear in his fist, then dragged his eyes up from between those tree-trunk thighs to the solid slab of Jordy’s stomach and the wall of his chest. A drop of sweat ran down between his pecs.
Rowan licked his lips. “Jordy,” he said again. He raised his hands as far as Jordy’s thighs, squeezed the meat of them under his fingers. The power coiled there…. God, Jordy would destroy him if he ever fucked Rowanproperly.
“Yeah,” Jordy agreed, and he looked down at Rowan’s perfectly normal-size hands on his own godlike thighs, pressed his free hand to Rowan’s chest, and came all over him.
Rowan’s brain went to static.
Above him, Jordy heaved, his whole huge body moving with every breath. He looked like Rowan felt, fucked-out and brainless.
Suddenly Rowan understood the appeal of all kinds of sports.
“Wow.”
Oops. He didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Jordy made a sound kind of like the one Rowan had made a minute earlier. Rowan was pretty sure that was agreement. Then he grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the bedside table to clean up.
And this was the part where it got awkward, right? Rowan knew the drill. Time for Jordy to disentangle himself from Rowan’s bedsheets and make his excuses.
Jordy tossed the Kleenex box down onto the bed beside Rowan and then keeled over.
Rowan mentally reevaluated the amount of time until Awkward. While he did that, he wiped the evidence from his stomach. Well, he tried. Jordy had been… enthusiastic. Rowan would need a shower.
He was still trying to make his brain make words when Jordy leaned his head against his shoulder.
So if it wasn’t likethat, Rowan thought, then it was likethis. “Probably shouldn’t have done that, but I kinda want to do it again.”
Slowly, Jordy raised his head until Rowan could meet his eyes. He cleared his throat. “Only kinda?”
“Well…,” Rowan hedged. “I mean, I have notes.”
The lust faded from Jordy’s eyes. He narrowed them. “Notes?” he repeated, half incredulity, half amusement.
“I didn’t even get to touch your dick,” Rowan pointed out. “Andyou ignored my repeated requests to rail me into the mattress—”
Jordy propped himself up on his elbows. Rowan was impressed. He didn’t even have circulation back above the neck yet. “I was saving them for later. Good things come to those who wait.”
“So wearedoing this again.”
“Only kinda,” Jordy deadpanned. “I have notes.”
