Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella by Andrea Dalling Read Free Book Online Page B

You’re a shithead. I’m going back to sleep.”
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    The next time Jordan woke, Rick’s eyes were on him from the other side of the bed. Rick smiled.
    “How long have you been awake?” he asked.
    “A while.”
    “Then what are you doing way over there?” He drew Rick close, cradling Rick’s head on his chest.
    “I feel awful,” Rick said. “When I woke up earlier and heard you crying—”
    “Forget about it.”
    “I should have told you what I was hoping for this weekend. I should have given you a choice.”
    “I could have turned you down. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
    Rick looked up at him, his expression soft and pleading. Jordan leaned down and kissed him. Contrition and absolution flowed between them, cleansing them both. He didn’t want to be mad at Rick anymore. Holding Rick in his arms this way spread warmth and contentment through his chest.
    The kiss slowed, and Rick pulled away. “It’s after eight. Want to take a shower together?”
    His cock gave a thumbs-up to that idea.

Chapter 6        
    Rick stood under the hot water, letting it relax the knots in his muscles from sleeping on the couch. The pain served him right.
    Jordan picked up the bar of soap and spread the suds over Rick’s chest and arms. “Beautiful,” Jordan said. “I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”
    He kissed him. “You’re the beautiful one. Blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis. Like out of a painting.”
    Jordan smiled. He finished cleansing Rick, paying special attention to his balls and his crack. The sensual strokes lit a soft glow in his veins.
    He took the soap and ran it over Jordan’s arms, tracing the curve of his biceps. Next came shoulders, clavicle, pecs, abs. The feel of them tugged his desire. He stroked each pink nipple until it stiffened under his touch and Jordan shuddered.
    Kneeling, he washed Jordan’s muscled legs. Excitement writhed in his stomach. He soaped up Jordan’s balls and his penis, and then rinsed them clean.
    He kissed the tip of Jordan’s cock, sweet with just a hint of saltiness at the slit. Curiosity drove him on, and he spiraled his tongue around the head. The soft feel of it sent a tickle of pleasure through his belly. Jordan let out a deep moan, and the supple flesh turned rigid.
    He stood and ran his lips along Jordan’s neck and ear. “Turn around.”
    Wordlessly, Jordan turned to face the marble. Rick washed Jordan’s back, hands gliding over ropes of muscle. He cleansed his ass, from the hard glutes to the tender hole. He splashed water over him until the last trace of suds was gone. Then, he knelt.
    Hands squeezing Jordan’s ass cheeks, he parted them so the pucker of his entrance was visible. His tongue tentatively flicked over it, waking Jordan’s musky scent. He had fantasized about this. Cyn had turned him down, but he wanted Jordan more.
    He circled the hole with his tongue. Jordan groaned, then took in a sharp breath. Rick pressed his tongue inside, relishing the texture, as smooth as jelly. He couldn’t break through the tight ring of muscle, but he pushed as far as he could go, and Jordan writhed against him.
    Humbled to be allowed this intimacy, he licked and stroked, flicking his tongue inside, parting Jordan’s body. His lover’s murmurs encouraged him.
    The water cooled. He stood and turned off the faucet. “To be continued,” he whispered in Jordan’s ear.
    They dried each other off, then walked hand in hand to the bed. They lay on top of the sheets. Jordan tongued Rick’s ear. “Want me to suck you?”
    His balls tightened, but it wasn’t Jordan’s mouth he wanted. “I’ve got something else in mind. Lie on your stomach.”
    Jordan obeyed. He took out the bottle of lube. He coated his cock, then spread the remainder on Jordan’s crack.
    Jordan inhaled. “Rick—”
    “I won’t go inside, I promise.” He caressed Jordan’s backside. “Pull your knees underneath you.”
    Jordan lay crouched, and Rick positioned