Page 94 of Last First Kiss

If Jordan’s brain ever comes back online, it’ll probably short-circuit before fully loading.

He shivers. “Oh, God.”

Jamie takes Jordan into his mouth without any preamble.Simply slips his lips around the head and eases down. Slow and relaxed. He pauses midway. Slurps his way back up, building a rhythm.

Jordan bites the inside of his wrist to muffle a cry. His hips wiggling against the leather is loud enough. He can’t keep still. Can’t stop this instinctual need to arch up.

A smile spreads around Jamie’s mouth.

“Do it,” he says after suckling the head. He grips the shaft, squeezing. In the shine of the Jeep’s interior light, Jordan’s cock glistens with saliva. Jordan barely hears Jamie repeat himself over his erratic heartbeat.

“Do it, Jordan.”

He doesn’t wait for Jordan to comply. Jamie takes him in again, sliding farther down.All the way down.

Jordan’s eyes widen. Involuntarily, his hips buck. Jamie stays still, rubbing encouraging circles into Jordan’s thighs.

“I— Oh fuck,” Jordan gasps out.

“Mm-hmm.”

The vibration unleashes a new wave of tremors through Jordan’s muscles. “Oh, no, don’t… Jesus,wow.”

Jamie laughs. At least, Jordan thinks he does. It’s hard to tell with his dick so far in Jamie’s throat and—

Holy fucking shit, Jamie isamazingat this. Jordan has nothing to compare it to, but still. Jamie’s… unbelievable.

He eases off Jordan again, panting. Cheeks bright red. He smirks and Jordan’s never been so on the verge of passing out in his life.

“You’re close,” Jamie tells him.

Jordan chews the inside of his cheek, nodding.

“I can tell.” Jamie’s fingers circle the tip of Jordan’s cock. “I can taste—”

“Jamie Peters, don’t say another word!”

Another husky laugh spills from Jamie’s mouth. Jordan’s skin is on fire. His legs are shamelessly trying to spread wider, to invite Jamie back in, even though it’s impossible because of the lack ofspace. And the fact that Jordan’s joggers are tangled around his ankles. The effort is definitely there, though.

Jamie pats his naked hip. “Still okay?”

Jordan nods.

“Hey.” Jamie waits until their eyes meet. “I need words, all right? Everyone thinks they’re good at reading body language, but they’re not. People misinterpret a lot of shit. So talk to me. Please?”

A flare of gratitude sparks so hot, so big in Jordan’s chest, it takes him a second to formulate what he wants to say.

“I don’t want you to stop, Jamie.”

“Good.”

Jamie grips his waist. He tugs Jordan farther down the seat. Closer to him. Jordan’s knees practically bracket Jamie’s wide shoulders as he sinks back into position, crouched outside the Jeep. He’s flexible in ways Jordan will never understand but is thankful for.

“I don’t want to stop,” Jamie says. “Not until you’re seeing stars.”

It’s so right-out-of-a-bad-porno ridiculous, Jordan almost guffaws.

But Jamie swallows him. Moves at a faster pace. Gives all his attention to the head while his expert hands massage the shaft andwhat the actual hell—