Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella (9 page)

“So much better. The way you gave yourself to me, trusted me with your body…it was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Rick kissed him, wet tongues swirling, teeth grazing, hard bodies pressing together, sucking, licking, enjoying each other’s maleness.

Rick pulled him close, so that Jordan’s head rested on his chest. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me. It was uncomfortable at first, but it got better.”

“Still think you’re a bottom?”

“Definitely.”

Rick kissed him. “You liked it?”

“Best orgasm I ever had.”

Rick wrapped him in his arms. “I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to do it if you didn’t like it.”

They lay in silence a while. “Say it,” Jordan murmured.

Rick leaned toward him and scowled. “That I’m your bitch?”

“No. The thing I told you not to say.”

Rick’s fingers caressed Jordan’s hair. “I’m in love with you.”

His tears dropped onto Rick’s chest. “I love you, too.”

“You’re mine, Jordy. Mine.”

Jordan woke at the first light of dawn. This time, when he reached for Rick, he found him. He snuggled against him, head on his pillow, and slid a fingertip down Rick’s arm.

How long would it be before he had this feeling again, waking up to the warmth of a man beside him? Months, at least. Would the man be Rick? Would Rick be able to give up the persona of the popular kid, tough but with a sense of humor, a charismatic leader that everyone loved to be around?

But then, Jordan had been popular, too. His looks didn’t hurt. All the girls wanted to turn him. He liked girls—a lot, actually—just not
that
way. And even though he was open about his orientation, whenever he gave a girl a little extra attention, invariably she hoped it meant something more.

As for the guys—well, he could kick most of their asses. And he made sure he had his posse with him: Rick at a minimum, usually another friend of theirs as well, pitcher on the baseball team, slim but strong. No one would have been stupid enough to challenge the three of them, not even a group of four or five. They were the elite.

Being gay didn’t mean being a social outcast—not anymore. Most kids didn’t care. Of course, in their small Pennsylvania town, there were plenty of Bible-thumping assholes who condemned homosexuality even as they cheated on their spouses and coveted their neighbor’s sports car.

He ran his hand down Rick’s body and found his morning erection. Rick grunted and Jordan smiled. Rick opened his eyes.

Jordan kissed him. “A hard man is good to find.”

Rick rolled on top of him, cock firm against Jordan’s.

He kissed his neck. “I want to use the vibrator on you.”

Rick’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure—”

“You don’t know what you’re missing. And I want you to know. It’s important to me.”

“It’s not my fantasy.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

Rick shrugged.

Jordan rolled his eyes. “Then what do you
want
to do?”

Rick gave him a sly smile.

“No chance, big boy. My ass needs a rest.”

Rick continued pressing against him, dicks sliding together.

Jordan’s balls tightened. “Anything you want that we haven’t already done?”

“Not really.”

“Are you totally against the vibrator?”

Rick rolled off him. “No, I just…”

“Think it’s gay.”

“Maybe. I know it’s not, but I don’t think most straight couples do this stuff.”

“They don’t know what they’re missing. I’m serious, Rick. I want to do this for you.”

***

Jordan got out of the shower, and Rick laid a towel over his shoulders. He squeezed the wetness out of Jordan’s hair, then patted down his back. Turning the towel over, he rubbed Jordan’s arms and chest and perfect abs. He leaned in and kissed him while ministering to Jordan’s cock and his hard, round ass. He finished with Jordan’s legs and feet, noticing the elegant shape of Jordan’s toes.

They kissed again, and Jordan led him to the bed. He couldn’t believe Jordan had talked him into this. He really had no interest in the vibrator, but Jordy thought he’d like it, so what the hell.

He lay on the bed face down.

“You have no idea how beautiful your ass is.” Jordan tongued his neck, gradually kissing his way down his body. Teeth clamped onto his ass cheek, and his body bucked. The pleasure-pain shot lightning into his cock.

Two large, warm hands spread his cheeks. He trembled to think of Jordy looking at him that way. A wet tongue flicked his hole. His toes clenched at the sensation, in lust and fear. Fear that he liked it so much, and that maybe he
wanted
to be penetrated that way.

He clutched the pillow beneath him. It was stupid to feel shame at Jordy’s eyes on him, or embarrassment at the pleasure of his touch. He had done this to Jordy and loved every second. Jordy hadn’t felt ashamed.

Cold lube made his hole constrict. His breath quick and shallow, he clenched his toes, steeling himself. A slick finger entered him. The sensation teased his delicate tissues, arousing him further.

“Relax, babe. You’re tight.” Jordan’s sweet lips rained kisses on his butt cheeks. “The vibrator won’t hurt. It might feel weird at first. Once it hits your prostate, you’ll be on the ceiling.”

“Okay.”

“Do you like what I’m doing?”

“S’nice.”

“Can you handle more?”

“Okay.” He exhaled.

Jordan chuckled. “You’re mighty agreeable.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“Sorry. It’s unlike you. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll take care of you.”

He buried his face in his arms. He forced his apprehension from his mind and concentrated on Jordy’s hand working him open.

“Am I hitting your prostate?”

“Not sure.” He focused on a sort of swelling that might feel good if Jordy stroked it more.

“I’ll try a second finger. If you don’t like it, tell me.”

The cold lube and the increased stretch made him clench. He let his muscles go soft. The pressure hit his prostate, sending ripples of pleasure through his core. He pumped back against Jordy’s hand.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.”

Jordan’s fingers twisted inside him, and he shuddered. His cock stiffened. A thought raced through his mind of Jordan fucking him. His heart jackhammered his ribs.

“Ready for the vibrator?”

“Okay.”

With the fingers still inside him, the sound of buzzing startled him. Jordan must have grabbed it with his other hand. The tip invaded him, and only then did Jordan pull his fingers out.

The tremors on his prostate made him gasp. He never dreamed it could feel that good. Sparks fired behind his eyes.

Jordan increased the pace, but not too fast. Semen dribbled out of him. “Jordy…damn.”

“Told you.” Jordan’s teeth teased his ass cheek.

The pulsing built the tension in his gut. He wanted to stroke himself, but he was lying flat and couldn’t reach.

“Want to come like this?”

“Can you touch my cock?”

Fingers caressed his balls, then reached down and grabbed him. His body shook as the orgasm wrenched from him, cries harsh and guttural.

The vibrator switched off. Jordan ran his hand over Rick’s back until he calmed.

He closed his eyes and floated, the energy wrung from him. Light kisses teased his arms and shoulders.
Bliss
.

***

Rick followed Jordan into the bathroom, cleaning himself up while Jordan washed the vibrator with a cloth. He kissed Jordan’s neck and stroked his ass. He breathed the scent of shampoo and aroused male, sharper than the feminine scent he was used to with Cynthia. Everything about Cyn was sweet and nice, but it didn’t inspire the carnal longing he felt with Jordan.

Jordan had fulfilled all his fantasies, yet he ached for more. He wanted to give Jordan his fantasies, too. Could he go down on Jordan? He remembered how the head of Jordan’s penis had felt against his lips, how much he’d wanted to take it in his mouth.

He was terrified that Jordan would come that way. The other things he had done with Jordan were things he could have done with a woman. Sucking off another man would be different.

A slow inhale opened his lungs and forced the tension from his gut. He could finish Jordan off with his hand, right? He loved rubbing him, feeling the cum shoot out of his body.

He led Jordy back to the bed. “Your turn.”

They lay facing one another. He kissed his way down Jordan’s body, sucking nipples, licking abs. He kissed the trail of fuzz on Jordan’s stomach, then circled his tongue around his shaft. Jordan gave him a sweet moan in return.

The heat from Jordan’s cock teased Rick’s lips. Damn, he wanted it. Tentatively, he suckled the tip, and Jordy writhed. He kissed down to the balls, spitting out a hair. Strange it didn’t bother him. He took the balls into his mouth one at a time, and that didn’t bother him, either. He loved the way they fit into his mouth, the rough texture of the skin against his tongue. The sweet, earthy taste stoked his desire. It wasn’t gay sex that made him uncomfortable. It was the thought of being gay.

He was a fucking hypocrite. All this time, he’d been telling Jordan there was no shame in it, yet Rick felt shame. He was allowing himself to be affected by idiots. Who cared what they thought? The haters were the ones who should be ashamed.

He hooded the cock with his mouth. Jordy let out a deep moan. It hit him that Jordan had never had a blow job before, and he wanted to make it memorable. He sucked him in a long stroke, making him squirm. That show of Jordan’s pleasure tickled his chest.

Relaxing his throat, he swallowed him down. He gagged and tried again, sliding his mouth slowly from tip to root.

“So good!” Jordan cried.

He licked around the head again. With his hand, he pumped Jordy’s cock while sucking hard. He’d never fantasized about this, but he was sure as hell enjoying it.

He took Jordy deeper with each stroke, learning how far he could go without gagging. The sound of Jordy’s moans drove him on.

“Need to stop, babe,” Jordy cried.

He kissed his way up Jordan’s body while continuing to work that pretty cock. “Come for me.”

Jordan trembled, soft moans forming his mouth into an
O
.

His chest warmed at the look of pleasure on Jordan’s face. He squeezed and rubbed, then jacked him in fast strokes. Jordan gasped, and Rick pumped the cum from his lover’s body, continuing until he was spent.

He wiped his hand on the sheet and drew Jordan against him. Their lips mingled in soft kisses.

“Amazing,” Jordan murmured.

“For me, too.”

“You didn’t hate it?”

“Love your body.” His finger grazed Jordan’s chest. “I thought sucking you would make me feel like a queer, but I just feel like I love you.”

“Do you think I’m a queer?”

“I think you’re perfect,” he said. “Always have.”

“I think you’re perfect for me.”

He intertwined their fingers, then kissed Jordan’s palm.

They lay warm together. His gut tore open. Would they ever be together like this again? He drew a ragged breath and swallowed his sobs, but he couldn’t keep a tear from falling. Jordan rose up on one elbow and kissed him long, slow, and deep.

“I’ve never been this happy,” Rick said, “or this sad.”

Jordan nodded. “It’s getting late. Want some breakfast?”

“Um, yeah.” He sat up while Jordan dressed. He hated when Jordan turned to activity to stave off the emotions between them. He needed to talk about it, but he sensed Jordan couldn’t.

Jordan wanted them to be together. Rick’s sadness was his own creation. Of course Jordan couldn’t talk about it. What could either of them say?

“I need to figure out what life as an openly gay man would mean for me,” he said.

“I know.”

“If I come out, there’s no going back.”

“You don’t need to explain. You’re where I was three years ago.”

He scrubbed his face with his hands. He had thought, junior year, that he was in love with Cynthia. If he could feel that way again about a woman, would that be enough? What if no woman ever compared with Jordan?

What if, by the time he figured it out, Jordan had moved on with someone else?

Jordan had warned him that might happen. As long as he refused to commit to monogamy, Jordan was free to look elsewhere. Who was he kidding? A guy like Jordan—sweet and gorgeous and smart—would have no trouble finding a man willing to give him what he wasn’t.

***

Jordan looked over from the skillet where the pancakes sizzled, to the bed where Rick sat, fully dressed, staring at the cherry floor. He had no idea what his friend was thinking, but clearly something was occupying his mind.

Their weekend was nearing its finale. Impossible to say how it would end. The glow of sex was still warm in their veins, but the expression on Rick’s face said his mind had moved on to other things.

Jordan couldn’t worry about that. As much as he wanted a commitment from Rick, he wouldn’t allow himself to pine away for him. He needed to put himself first. Rick had a long journey ahead of him, discovering and coming to terms with his sexual identity. Jordan would support him as a friend, but he wouldn’t be his on-again, off-again boyfriend, available when it was convenient.

He knew who he was and what he wanted. Yeah, he wanted Rick, but more importantly, he wanted monogamy. Not random hookups. Not blow jobs in the bushes. A meaningful relationship with someone he could have a future with.

He was still a Boy Scout at heart.

He put the pancakes on the table, then went and sat by Rick. “Breakfast is ready.”

Rick took his hand. “You’re leaving me.”

He kissed his cheek. “We’re leaving each other.”