The room was suddenly too small for two people, and infinitely smaller for one of them to be naked.
I stood there, frozen somewhere between moral outrage and very un-moral curiosity.
Jordan didn't flinch. He propped himself against my pillow, a smirk barely tugging at his mouth.
The silence between us swelled, heavy and knowing.
"Do you ever knock?" I asked finally, but my voice came out softer than I meant.
"Do you ever live?" he countered.
That one landed.
He had this infuriating way of peeling truth out of sarcasm.
I crossed my arms, mostly to look sane, partly to stop shaking. "I live plenty."
"Books don't count," he said, eyes moving lazily over the spines stacked on my desk. "Neither do excuses."
He wasn't flirting now; he was dissecting me. And the worst part? He was right.
I looked away, but my eyes caught the faint curve of his smile, the way light brushed against his collarbone. My thoughts blurred. There was nothing neat or logical left in my brain.
"You should probably put something on," I murmured.
He shrugged. "You could probably stop pretending you want me to."
My breath hitched—annoyingly dramatic.
"I don't," I lied, my throat burning slightly.
He laughed quietly, not cruelly—just like someone who'd already won a battle I hadn't realized I was fighting.
Then he stood.
Every rational thought I'd ever owned scattered like paper in the wind.
I stepped back until I hit the wall, the cool paint biting against my spine.
Jordan stopped just short of touching me. His voice dropped low, almost a whisper. "See? You could've gone to the forest. But you stayed."
And in that moment, I understood the problem:
It wasn't trigonometry keeping me home. It wasn't fear, or Beth, or Asher.
It was him.
The distraction. The question mark. The one variable I could never solve.
He reached out, fingers ghosting over my wrist—barely there, just enough to spark the kind of ache that made breathing a complicated sport.
I didn't stop him this time.
"Any news on Vale? I think we need to keep our guard, Jordan. " My voice was raspy, choked, confused.
"My pearl, we are keeping our guard" His voice was breathless on my neck, building goosebumps "There's news on Vale, though. "
Static crawled up my fingertips. I shot my eyes worriedly to the door , one finger stretched at it and the electricity threading my palms pulled the lock hurriedly into place.
"I like how ur mind works" Jordan kissed my neck.
"You know nothing of how my mind works" I snort, dizzyed by his fingers reaching beneath my flimsy blouse to palm the flatness of my stomach. "Tell me of Vale. "
"Why don't you show me how your mind works and I will tell you about Vale" His fingers had traveled to the mounds on my chest, my left nipple hardened in a gentle rub.
"A fair deal " My voice is light, I am trying to swallow a moan but as usual I am failing.
"I like the sound of that" Jordan whispered, rubbing my nipple in fluid circling motions.
Emboldened, I let my hand drift down to his naked waist and down below till I'm shaking hands with the impressive budge of his engorged flesh.
Oh God. I lick my lips, suddenly dick-matized.
"You will like more than the sound of that" I am surprised at the unashamed fluidity of my voice, and the fluid finesse of my hands stroking his dick .
Jordan darts his hands to my skirt. Its zipper comes undone in a twist . In slow drips, his hands clasp my naked ass till the skirt falls off my skin. I step out of it, and stand with my thighs wide apart.
"Exactly how I like it" Jordan purrs. I am stroking him slowly, very much slowly. I cup my fingers around his dick, and let my index finger hop on the soft red cap of it. "Promise not to electrocute me"
I laugh and then clench my teeth because Jordan has shot one finger into my half wet pussy. But it is only the beginning.
His hands are like fire against my flesh. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing my scorched fat pussy. As my clit widened, he began sucking my breasts. My motions on his engorged flesh slackens, then tightens then slackens again. I am on fire.
My throat burned, the moans escaped in raspy gasps. I stretched a hand to map the entirety of his naked, perfectly chiselled chest.
Two fingers shot in and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My body reacted in spasms. Sweet, slow sweet pleasure.
Jordan sucked one tit and then the other and pounded my burning pussy with his expert fingers. I squirmed like a mad woman, my hands pulling his head closer to my breasts hungrily, my hips rising to match the slow burning rhythm of his fingers.
I grabbed his wrist, struggling to shove his fingers into my drenchy hungry pussy. He added a third finger.
I moaned my gratitude while my hips clasped around his hand in a bounce. When I could take it no more, I shot a drip of cum down his hands. I exhaled, relaxing against the wall in a feeling of lustful bliss.
But I wasn't done yet.
While Jordan licked my cum off his hand with a deliciously wicked grin, I pulled him to the wall, placing one hand tantalizingly on his chest and dropping to my knees with all the ferocity of a feral dog.
God. I could eat him right up. He was too perfect. Too handsome. Too delicious. Too smooth.
Oh, my sweet boy.
My tongue lightly massaged his balls, tenderly and then I swallowed the entire length of his dick.
I sucked on his dick, smoothly letting my tongue slide back and forth on the cap. Jordan grabbed my hair almost violently but I wasn't going to stop.
I sucked slowly, then a little bit fast till I could feel him squirm and his dick swelled in my greedy mouth. The hand on my head was massaging my hair almost dizzyingly in half drunk , ecstatic motions.
I suck as hard as I could, swallowing him every time till there's a gush of liquid in my mouth. The thick cum drips down my throat and Jordan's hand, now claws, relaxes it grip on my head. But I am not pulling away.
I am greedily licking off even the remnants of his release.