Page 133 of Last First Kiss

Jordan surges up on his toes to kiss him. It’s deep, and over too soon.

“Sorry,” he says against Jamie’s mouth. “I should’ve asked first.”

“No, that was fine. You have my permission.”

“Thanks for telling me you’re on PrEP.” Blush warms Jordan’s already hot face. “I’m not really as educated as I should be. About that, I mean. Can we discuss that more? Later.”

“Later,” Jamie repeats, beaming.

“Good. I’m gonna, you know, suck you off. Now.”

“Great. Wonderful. I’m right here if you need any, er—tips?”

Jordan grins into one more kiss.

Then he sinks to his knees.

It’s weird at first. The feel against his tongue. Adjusting to the weight. Jamie’s thickness. He savors the taste that slips like nectar down his throat.

Jordan closes his eyes, focusing. The anxiety of it all—of being awful, of disappointing Jamie—tries to stretch under his skin. He almost lets it. Almost retreats into his default state of hiding all his flaws from someone. Never giving them a reason to reject him.

But a soft gasp breaks through the white noise in his head.

It’s Jamie. His body trembles. “Oh, fuck,” he says, deep and needy.

Only halfway down, Jordan boldly stares up at Jamie’s half-lidded eyes. The sweet curl of his mouth. The quick rise and fall of his chest. His muscles strung tight like a bow. As if he’s fighting with himself.

It hits Jordan, fierce and hot.

Jamie wants to roll his hips forward the same way Jordan did in the back of the Jeep. He wants more of Jordan’s mouth. His tongue, hollowing cheeks.

More of…him.

At the corner of his vision, Jordan spots Jamie’s shaking hand close to his head. He pulls off, grinning. “You can.”

Jamie swallows hard. “C-can what?”

“Grab my head,” Jordan says, unapologetic.

A sharp whine snaps free of Jamie’s tight jaw.

“But give me a minute before you—” It’s Jordan’s turn to swallow, Jamie’s salty headiness sharp on his tongue. “Before you fuck my mouth.”

Jamie smacks his other hand against the wet tiles. Jordan wonders if that’s a good or bad sign? He doesn’t wait for a clear answer.

Hands braced on Jamie’s thighs, Jordan angles his head. He takes his dick back between his lips.

Building a rhythm is tricky. Jamie’s hips roll cautiously. And Jordan’s inexperienced technique shows. That doesn’t stop him. He does what he’s done with every new thing he’s learned in life: throws aggressive enthusiasm at it.

Jordan goes all in until he perfects it.

Of course, Jamie helps. He pushes tenderly on the back of Jordan’s skull. His subtle directions are chased by encouraging noises.

He moans, “More pressure. God, yes.”

He mewls, “I’m so sensitive right there… wait, don’t stop.”

He cries, “Slow, slow… fuck! You’reincredible.”