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He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed and a low growl rose from his throat as he exhaled. Then, he nodded. “You’d rather not have a choice,” he stated bluntly.
That, too, was something I had to decide and confirm and direct.
I almost looked down, but I knew that his bulging muscles made me weak for him. I half suspected that he knew it, too, and remained topless for that reason.
“Making this decision is your only issue?” he was almost amused now. He shook his head, the corners of his lips as close to a smile as they could get without actually betraying his feelings. “Asher, you pulled these problems out of thin air,” he said. “And now you refuse to tell me you don’t want this.”
I tried to run a mental check on that. I wanted to see if he was right. It rang oddly true, but he didn’t let me have that moment of introspection.
“But these things you put between us—” he shrugged. “I can’t magic them away like nothing was ever there.”
My breath hitched in my throat. I blinked. We were standing closer than I had realized.
Jordan leaned down and looked into my eyes. “Let me take those decisions away,” he said. It wasn’t a request. It was a polite demand. And he didn’t mean to wait for me to nod. Oh no. He was a whirlwind of adventure and I was waiting so desperately to be swept away.
I hadn’t realized how close his hand was to my chest. I hadn’t even noticed him lifting it. But his fist closed around the middle of my half-buttoned shirt and he pulled me into his embrace. If I protested, it was so feeble that he didn’t notice.
His other arm wrapped around my waist and he pressed our bodies together. As I leaned back from him, my stomach pressed against him, and my crotch rubbed against his. I held my breath as every buried desire surged to life within me. Yes. Yes to everything he asked. And to all the things he claimed without asking.
Jordan released a shuddering breath of air and looked deep into my eyes. “This is how it’s going to be, Asher,” he said, adjusting his tune for me exactly as I had asked. “You are mine. All of you is mine.” His hand reached up and cupped my face, his thumb feathering along my lips. “These are mine.” He moved his hand down my neck and pressed his open palm against the middle of my chest. “This is mine.” I didn’t move anywhere as he pulled half a step back from me and lowered his hand to my crotch. He wasn’t rough, but he cupped my crotch firmly, and his eyes sparked with lust. “This is mine. And…” His hands moved around my body until both rested on my ass. He squeezed and rubbed my cheeks hard enough to make me bite my lip against a welling moan. He didn’t have to say it. I knew it was his. “Tonight. And tomorrow. And every day for as long as you’ll let me have you. We’ll figure out the rest along the way.” His voice was so low with precaution, but his words rang like fire alarms in my head.
“Okay,” I whispered almost breathlessly.
Kindness and desire mixed in the look he gave me, but something else was rising in him. He knew. He knew I needed a firm hand to guide me and he was willing to lend it. “Be mine, and I’ll make every sinful dream of yours come true, Ash. Be mine, and I’ll give you every pleasure you ever imagined.” Our bodies pressed together again and my hands finally dared to touch his bare torso. “I’ll make you my prince. I’ll make you my slut. I’ll make you all the things you can be, all for me.”
I wheezed and held my breath. Blood drained from my head and left me dizzy, but my dick swelled painfully, and a shudder passed through my body. “Yes.”
His right hand climbed along my spine, then his fingers ran through the hair on the back of my head. When he closed his fist, he pulled my head back. My mouth opened as I lifted my head to look at him and I saw him for who he was. Not just the perfect son, not just the future NHL star, and not just my big stepbrother. He was a god of his own kind. A god of desire and lust. A god I knew how to pray to and please.
Jordan didn’t ask for it. He took the kiss that he was owed. His lips pressed against mine as his fist tightened around my hair. His tongue ventured out to explore my mouth and we moaned so very quietly into each other as he pushed every button in my being.
How do you describe the moment of getting something you never knew was possible to want? If I’d lived my whole life without ever seeing the color green, not knowing it existed, and someone put me in the middle of a windswept meadow on a bright summer day, it would come close to this feeling. It wasn’t only the kiss, which he had given me once before, but the burden of responsibility that he took off my shoulders and onto his. My muscles relaxed and my body accepted him in all the right ways. The tension I had lived with since the day we had met — the very tension I had accepted as a constant and irreplaceable part of me — was gone. It lifted from me, it left my taut muscles, and it allowed me to take in a lungful of air.
How I kissed him after that. How I freed my lips to explore his and how I let my tongue tease the tip of his. Every thought of the wrongness of this act had faded into the distance of my consciousness.
As though we had kept the lid on this boiling pot for too long — and you could argue that we had done so for years — the lust that welled in me was explosive. And so was his. Once he had taken the burden from me, he took my ability to feel regrets. If there was anything to regret, I wasn’t capable of identifying it. Instead, my movements sped up. In the heat of the moment, I wanted to claw him with my fingernails, to mark his back under my fingers, and to bite him until he lifted me and threw me onto his bed, then showed me what true dominance and strength looked like.
Jordan undid the remaining buttons on my shirt in haste. If he was exercising any self-control, it was invisible to my senses. Instead, he yanked my shirt out of my shorts and then dragged it over my round shoulders. He pulled me in when my shirt fell to the floor and our torsos pressed together once again, exchanging heat for a long time while he kissed me savagely.
Just as abruptly, he pushed me away. I knew a moment of panic. He had changed his mind. I won’t survive it, I wanted to snap, but his heated face and glassy eyes were directed at me. He wasn’t pulling away but taking me in. His gaze was hungry. He dragged it all over my body. “You’ve no idea how many times I watched you from a distance,” he purred in a low, quiet voice for my ears only.
“I didn’t know,” I said. It was a breathless huff.
“I made sure you didn’t,” he said. “But I watched you, Ash. I watched you undress in the locker room and I watched you sunbathe on the pier. And always, always I knew I had to look away.”
“Why?” Pointless question. We both knew why.
He stepped toward me again, gaze licking me from my belly button all the way to my eyes. “If I looked for too long, I wouldn’t know how to stop myself. I wouldn’t know how to resist you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he didn’t need to stop himself anymore, but he already knew.
“Be a good boy and take these off,” he said, his finger hooking inside my knee-length denim shorts. “I want to watch.”
Every breath he drew excited me. Every word he said turned me on more than I knew was possible. And when he stepped back, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, I didn’t hesitate another instant. I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, then dragged the coarse shorts down my legs and stepped out of them. When I straightened, my dick throbbed with its first taste of freedom. The denim had been so tight and rough, keeping me trapped in an uncomfortable position, so that even with the cotton fabric of my pink boxer briefs stretching over me it felt like I wore nothing. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, my cheeks glowing with heat. I desperately wanted to appear brave and cool, but I was a trembling mess, and I couldn’t hide it.
Jordan looked like a starving man who was just asked what he wanted to eat. He composed himself and said a single word. “Everything.” It dropped heavy between us and I stepped toward him. My left arm stretched out and my hand reached for his bulge. His red swimming shorts were dry and clean, not the same as he had worn today, but he hadn’t bothered putting any underwear on. Instead, his dick bulged massively from the middle to his right hip, and it stiffened under my hand when I touched him.
His big, hard muscles tensed as I dragged my hand down his length and lowered it to feel his balls. They were heavy and warm even through his shorts.
