“Alone.” The conversation and his almost shy exterior are turning me on. My cock way harder under than table than it should be for a public restaurant. “I’ve never cammed with anybody else.”
“Because you don’t want to, or…?”
“It’s never come up. I’m not opposed to it or anything, it’s just the only other sex workers I know in real life are my best friends, and none of us would ever cross that line together. No matter how sex positive we are.”
“Wow, this is so interesting.” He runs a large hand through his hair, tussling it up just enough to make his appearance yummier than he already was. “And you said you dance? Like a stripper?”
“Yes and no,” I reply. “I don’t dance on a pole or anything, but I do take my clothes off. Think of like…”—I try to think how best to describe this without overcomplicating it—“go-go dancers who also give lap dances.”
Seth comes and drops off our hot plates, the sexual energy in the air so strong, I’d be surprised if he didn’t pick up on it. “Alright, I can bring y’all another round of beers. Is there anything else I can get you for right now?”
Without ever taking his eyes off me, Jordan replies, “No, thank you. We’re good.”
He throws us another one of his chipper, “cool, cools,” before leaving us be. We both dig in right away, but my mind is swarming with ideas and new fantasies. Fantasies that involve me and him in front of the camera.
His heated honey brown eyes lift to meet mine, a lustful glint dancing in them, and now I’m suddenly hungry for an entirely different reason. Somehow, we’re able to make it through dinner without ripping each other’s clothes off, and as soon as he pays the bill—because he’s ever the gentleman—we’re out the door and on the way back to my house.
Pulling out my phone as he gets on the highway, I notice a text from my mom.
Mom: We’ll be home later, honey. I’m having dinner with some friends and Zeke is working late.
Perfect.
When we pull up outside my house, I glance over at Jordan. “Wanna come inside?”
“Uh…” He looks past me like he’s expecting to find my mom on the porch or something. “You sure?”
“Yeah. My mom won’t be home for a little while. Her and her husband are out.”
Biting down on his plump bottom lip, he ponders my offer for all of three seconds before he nods with a smirk, turning off the car. I unlock the door, glancing around the space to make sure I don’t see Hilda. She should be in her room already, but you can never be too sure. I know I’m not a kid and I don’t have to hide, but it would feel awkward having her see us.
As soon as I close the door, he’s on me. Lips starving and hurried, hands gripping my hips as he pins me to the door with his weight. My arms wrap around his neck, lips parting as his tongue slips inside, tangling with mine. This kiss is so much more heated and frenzied than our first, and I can’t get enough.
Bringing my palms to his chest, I shove him away, a grin sliding onto my slick lips at the dazed and confused look on his face. “C’mon,” I tell him, brushing past him toward the stairs. “Let’s go up to my room.”
We jog up the stairs, which proves to be a lot harder with a raging erection, and I lead him to my room, shutting and locking it once we’re inside, just in case. Music from my laptop meets my ears. I must’ve forgotten to shut it off before leaving.Dirtyby Tank is playing, the sultry, slow beat pulsing out of the speakers.
Turning to face him, I pull my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor as his eyes drag over every inch of exposed flesh. Closing the distance between us, my fingers find the hem of his shirt, ridding him of it before my lips press down on his tight, sculpted chest. His nipples are pierced, the sight causing a groan to vibrate from within me.
Walking us back, his legs hit the corner of my bed and he sits while I climb onto his lap, arms around his neck as I seal my mouth to his once more.
Hips rolling into his, my fingers find the button on his slacks as his tongue annihilates mine. A thrill shoots down my spine as my hand closes around his hot, silky length, pleased to find himthickand dripping for me.
“You’re so big,” I breathe into his mouth as I pump him in my fist.
He moans in response, fingers moving to pull me out of my pants. Jordan’s hot, calloused hand wraps around my aching cock and a moan falls involuntarily from my lips. It’s beensolong since someone other than myself has touched me.
My lips trail from his mouth, along his jaw, and down to his neck. His body trembles against mine when I bite down on the tendon above his shoulder, grip tightening around me.
“Take these off,” I breathe, standing to do the same. Pants pooling at my ankles, I step out of them before climbing back on the bed.
My mouth waters as I watch the material fall to the floor, his tan thighs, veiny and muscular, coming into view beside the hard cock jutting out from his body. Stroking himself, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as his eyes roam all over me shamelessly. With one last panty-melting grin, he crawls on the bed, positioning himself between my open thighs, lips crashing against mine as his hand finds my cock once more.
Flipping us, I straddle his lap, slapping his hand away so I can take us in my grip. We both glance down and watch our lengths slide in and out of my fist, our tips slick with precum. “God,I want to taste you,” I admit, my voice husky and low.
Jordan groans, and it sends a shot of arousal to my balls. “Please.” The pleading word comes out breathy and needy.
“You want me to wrap my lips around you?”
