Page 138 of Last First Kiss

“You can go deeper,” Jamie tells him. “Now add anoth—ah.”

Something angelic and achy leaves Jamie’s chest.

Jordan blacks out. Kind of.

He’s aware of Jamie’s expert hands unrolling the condom. The soft hairs on his thighs as he positions himself over Jordan’s cock. Tension in his shoulders as Jordan slips in. Pink tongue caught between his teeth. Head tipped back, throat bare as his body takes Jordan in.

There’s a gasp and a moan. Jordan’s clueless about who makes what noise.

Because Jamie sinks lower.

And lower.

All the way down.

For a long beat, neither of them moves. Jordan holds tightly to Jamie’s hips. Above him, Jamie’s eyes are shut. He bites on a corner of his mouth, adjusting. Little breaths flare his nose.

Finally, one of Jamie’s hands ghosts over Jordan’s cheek.

“Comfort check,” Jordan says through a hiss as Jamie squeezes.

“You feelamazing.”

“How doyoufeel?”

“I—” Jamie cuts off. He lifts a little, tentative. Eases down. His chest heaves. Then, Jamie smiles, all teeth, unguarded.

“Words, Jamie,” Jordan all but begs.

“Fucking fantastic,” Jamie groans. “I feel so good. You have no idea how bad I want—”

Again, he breaks off. Shivers race through both of their bodies.

Jamie tests rocking his hips. “Can I move now?”

A content noise leaves Jordan’s lips. “Please, proceed.”

Jamie’s face crinkles happily. He leans down, presses a wet kiss to Jordan’s mouth. “Trust me, I plan to.”

From there, Jordan’s locked in the moment. He relinquishes control so Jamie can set the pace. Besides, Jordan’s too in awe of the way Jamie’s muscles flex. Dewy sweat beads on his hairline, damp on his chest. His bottom lip is bitten red, all the concentration showing in his furrowed brow.

He twists his hips and Jordan lets out a helpless noise.

Every second is new. Exciting. Devastating.

Jordan can’t wrap his head around how it’s happening. How it’s still just Jamie. Yet, to his surprise, that’s what changes everything.

“Please.”

Jamie’s groan pulls Jordan back.

He maneuvers Jordan’s hands from his hips to his ass. That one move tethers Jordan. From there, need guides him. He grips Jamie’s ass. Gains a measure of dominance, planting his feet on the mattress.

Jordan lifts his hips to meet Jamie each time he sinks down. Slow, then deliberate. Desperate.

Jamie’s next moan turns into a choked laugh.

Through labored breaths, Jordan says, “What?”