“Shit, shit, shit, I’m coming. Oh my godddddd,” she moans out.
“Soak my dick, Hurricane.” I groan. “Choke the cum right out of me.”
It only takes one more thrust before Jo explodes, my name tearing from her throat. The combination of her squeezing me so tightly and the sounds she makes as she comes has me following her over the edge, white hot pleasure unfurling into my limbs as I crash my mouth down to hers, my dick swelling and my hips jerking as I unleash inside her, grunting into her neck as my orgasm rolls through me.
I slow my hips, rocking into her until we’re both wrung out, and then I collapse sideways, wrapping my arms around Jo and hauling her against my chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and our hearts thunder against each other, and she fits perfectly, right here next to me.
“Shit, J,” she gasps, a little bit of wonder in her voice. “That was…I don’t even have the words for what that was.”
“Incredible,” I say, a little breathlessly, my face buried in her hair as I hold her tightly, her solid body against mine both a comfort and a reminder that I want to do what we just did a million more times. I’m gone for her. “Give me a second, and I’ll clean you up.”
“Don’t you dare move.” Jo’s voice is muffled by my chest, but she lifts her head to look at me. “That was perfect, J. Every single second.”
In her eyes, I see exactly what she isn’t saying. That she’s taking my minor grief attack in stride. That she’s holding space for that part of me. That she’s a safe place for me to be however I need to be. I could live a thousand lifetimes, and I would still never be able to explain the way it feels to be so well understood. Entirely without words, I lean down and kiss Jo, long and slow and deep, pouring out everything I don’t yet know how to say.
“Thank you,” I murmur against her lips.
She laughs and pulls back. “I think maybe I should be thanking you. Those two orgasms were way better than anything Chris ever gives me.”
Absolutely adoring her, I roll her onto her back, capturing a nipple in my mouth and sucking hard, loving the way she throws her head back, groaning up at the ceiling.
Lifting my head, I smirk at her. “How many orgasms do you think Chris has given you?”
She looks down at me, a playful expression on her face. “Oh, thousands,” she says airily.
I grin. “Well, it looks like I have some catching up to do.”
Her answering laugh as I move down her body, worshipping every perfect inch of her, is sunshine.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
JORDAN
Wyles Bros
Me
We really need to change the name of this chat.
Noah
Do my eyes deceive me? Is Jordan firing the opening salvo of a text conversation?
Me
Fuck off. I text you all the time.
Cooper
You do, but only when one of us texts you first.
Me
That can’t possibly be true.
Elliot
It is.
