Page 10 of His Turn

I look down—watching—as she opens wide and Jordan guides her head until the tip of my cock passes between her lips and rests on her warm tongue. “Lick him, Nadia,” Jordan says.

Her tongue begins to twirl around the tip of my head. She licks, then drags her tongue all the way down my shaft. I realize that Jordan is the one controlling her. She obeys the pressure he places on her temples. He guides her back up and then pushes her forward until she’s got my cock in her mouth again.

I look up at Jordan and he smiles.

I manage a crooked grin. It’s hot, I decide. And not something we’ve ever done before. But I redirect my attention back to Nadia, because Jordan is urging her to take more of me in her mouth. He pushes on her head, forcing my cock down into her throat. I feel her contract around me—almost gagging but not quite.

And that must not be enough for Jordan, because he makes her take more.

She is choking when he finally pulls her head back. Drool falls out of her mouth, slides down her chin, and drips onto her dress.

Jordan moves his hand downward, noticing my gaze, and yanks the dress down until one tit comes free. It hangs out, perky and plump from the surrounding fabric. He plays with her nipple as his other hand guides her back to my waiting cock.

He helps her blow me. In his own way.

And I enjoy it… a lot. I close my eyes, wanting very badly to lie back, but I’m standing up and so I can’t completely let go.

My hands join Jordan’s on her head. He gives me space. Then, once I’ve got a rhythm going and I’m pumping her head good and fast as I fuck her throat, he places his hand on top of mine.

I don’t bother looking at him. If he wants to make it more personal… fuck it. It feels good.

Nadia is making the most delicious noises as I pump my cock in her mouth. Gagging and whimpering. So very, very different than the way she was last night.

When I close my eyes and start moaning too, Jordan reaches under my balls and grips them tight as I spew my release in long, contracting waves of pleasure.

She swallows. Twice. “Fuck,” I whisper, once I’m finished. I needed that.

I open my eyes and see Jordan groaning as he fists his cock now. He grabs Nadia by the hair, spins her around, and shoots his climax on the front of her dress.

“Yes,” he says, still pumping his cock. “Yes.”

He takes a long breath before looking at me. Smiles. “OK, decision time, Bric. Do you wanna play a game with me?”

I look down at Nadia, who still has her hands behind her back and her eyes closed.

“She wants it,” Jordan says. “If you reach between her legs right now, you’ll find a warm pool of gimme more in there.”

I grin. Chuckle. Then give in. “Why the fuck not?” I say back. “But only for tonight.”

“Sure,” Jordan says. “We can make it a one-time thing. Nadia won’t care, will you, baby?”

She keeps her eyes closed as she shakes her head. “No, sir. I’m here to do whatever you want.”

That sweet, slightly deep voice has my full attention again.

Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe she’ll make a good player.

At the very least, she’s a good start.