Page 42 of Reckless

“Y—yeah.”

I slid my hand down his torso while he stood as still as a statue. He was so fucking fit, and I couldn’t deny that his body had a measurable effect on my dick. Why it had to be him, of all people, that made me appreciate a man’s body in a whole new way, I didn’t know. Fate had a twisted sense of humour.

When the back of my hand knocked against the tip of his erection, precum smearing over my skin, we both gasped. My confidence faltered, but I’d come this far, and I wasn’t a quitter. I angled my hips so we were lined up with each other and met Jordan’s heated gaze. “Ready?”

He jerked his head in acquiescence, and I wrapped my hand around both of our cocks, as far as it would go. I was only trying to line them up, but for some reason, my hand moved of its own accord in an experimental stroke up our rigid lengths. My breath caught in my throat at the feel of his foreskin sliding against mine, our cocks hard and leaking in my hand.

“Fuck.” His groan seemed to echo around the room. “Why does that feel so good?”

“I don’t know.” I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but he was right. It feltsogood, too good to stop. I repeated the movement, releasing a shuddering breath. I’d never touched another cock before, but now I had, I…I found myself wanting more. His cock felt like mine but different, too, and when I touched him, it had an immediate effect on my dick.

This was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I’d forgotten why we were doing this, and as I gained confidence in my movements, falling into a steady rhythm, all I could concentrate on was Jordan. His body, warm and solid against mine. His cock, throbbing and leaking in my grip, turning me on beyond belief. His panted breaths, hot on my skin, as his head dropped forwards to rest against mine, both of our gazes fixed on our cocks sliding together.

“This is so much better than porn. So much better than—” His hips jerked, and I had a front-row view of his hot, hard dick coming in my hand, his erection jerking in my grip as his release covered my fingers and his torso.

“Fuuuuck.Jordan.” My orgasm overtook me, my cum combining with his and soaking my hand. Out of breath, with my heart racing and my head spinning, I fell forwards, sending him staggering back. We crashed onto his bed, my body collapsing onto his, both of us sweat-soaked and spent. I had no idea how or why that had just happened. How were we supposed to navigate this new and utterly unexpected dynamic between us?

“It’s after midnight.”

I raised my head when Jordan’s voice rumbled against me, meeting his gaze. As if his brain had a direct line to mine, we both scrambled away from one another, and I knew that if I could see my own face, it would mirror the shock and confusion in his expression as the reality of what we’d done hit us both. I threw myself onto my bed, wrapping the covers around me, and he did the same, burrowing beneath his bedsheets so only his head and neck were exposed. He reached out to his bedside table to grab a handful of tissues before he hid back under his sheets, and I did the same, cleaning away the evidence of what had just happened.

Rather than lie in an awkward silence and overthink everything, I spoke up. “What about it?”

It took a moment for him to gather his thoughts, but eventually, he cleared his throat. “It’s after midnight, which means it’s a new day. Do you think what we just did counts as one of our two daily activities?”

I stared at him before an unexpected laugh burst from my throat. “I’d like to see you tell Flora about this.”

“Maybe I will.” There was an evil gleam in his eye. “I might tell her how we measured our dicks, and mine was bigger.”

“It was not.” In actuality, I would have said that we were around the same size—not enough to quibble over, at least. “But yeah, you go ahead and tell her.”

“I might.”

I rolled my eyes. “Goodnight, Jordan.”

“Night.” He turned away from me, facing the wall. I closed my eyes. Even if I didn’t get any more sleep tonight, I couldn’t deny that I was relaxed and sated.

My nightmare was a distant memory.

I had much bigger things to worry about now.

20

JORDAN

On my way to my appointment with Dr. Weaver, I texted Rory. This definitely qualified as an emergency. It was now day three since the thing that I was avoiding thinking about had happened with Theo, and we’d both been tiptoeing around each other. The daily activities we’d picked had been group activities, so we didn’t have to be alone together, and our other forced interactions had consisted of a mostly silent breakfast yesterday and a completely silent dinner the day before—both in the restaurant.

Both nights, Theo had woken me with his nightmares, and both times, he refused to let me comfort him, turning his back to me and ignoring me. I was used to being able to rile him up, to go up against him and force a reaction from him, but this new wall of ice between us was a whole different ball game.

Me:

RORY I HAVE AN EMERGENCY

Luckily, it was the evening in the UK, and Rory responded almost instantly.

Rory:

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