Chapter 202 | Now Now Now Please Now [GT BONUS]
Chapter 202: 202 | Now Now Now Please Now [GT BONUS]
Jordan’s brain fired one last coherent thought through the fog of Kumiko grinding against him.
Condom.
Right. Because the last time he let the moment carry him without thinking, he’d painted Chloe’s sheets like a Jackson Pollock and spent twenty minutes explaining why baby wipes weren’t going to cut it. The Ceaseless Discharge trait turned every orgasm into a biohazard event, and Jordan refused to explain to Kumiko’s mother why her daughter was pregnant three weeks into a relationship that technically started over jellyfish.
He lifted Kumiko off his lap. She made a noise like someone had stolen her favorite stuffed animal, her hands reaching for him.
"One second."
"Where are you going? Why are you leaving? Did I do something wrong? Was it the hip thing? I can stop doing the hip thing. Please don’t leave, I’ll—"
"Kumi. I’m getting a condom. I’m literally going two feet."
"Oh." She sat back on her heels, her bare chest heaving, her hair a wild mess around her face. "Oh. That’s. Yes. That’s responsible. I appreciate the forethought. My therapist would also appreciate the forethought."
Jordan opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a foil packet. Kumiko watched him with the focus of someone studying a sacred ritual, her dark eyes tracking every movement of his hands.
"Have you done this before?" Jordan asked.
"Yes! Twice! Both times were... not great." She paused. "One guy finished in forty-five seconds and then asked if I wanted to watch him play Apex Legends. The other one cried during."
"Cried?"
"He said I was too enthusiastic and it scared him."
Jordan ripped the foil open with his teeth.
"I’m not going to cry," he said.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He pushed his shorts down and kicked them off the edge of the bed. Kumiko’s eyes went to his lap and stayed there, her mouth forming a small O shape that she held for three full seconds without blinking.
"That’s..." She swallowed. "That’s significantly larger than I was... the two previous... those were not... this is a whole different..."
"Kumi."
"Mm?"
"Breathe."
She exhaled like she’d been holding her breath since Tuesday.
Jordan rolled the condom on, the latex stretching tight. He glanced at Kumiko, who still stared at him with the expression of someone confronting a boss fight she hadn’t prepared for.
"We can stop whenever you want," he said. "Just say the word."
Kumiko shook her head so fast her loose hair whipped across her shoulders. "No. Absolutely not. I’ve been thinking about this since karaoke and if you stop now I will literally die. My ghost will haunt this apartment and knock things off your nightstand forever."
Jordan grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his lap.
Kumiko gasped as their bodies pressed together again, his length hot and hard between her thighs even through the condom. Jordan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her strawberry underwear and tugged them down. Kumiko lifted her knees one at a time to help, and the underwear vanished over the side of the mattress. She was completely bare now, straddling him with nothing between them except the latex and the city light from the window painting orange streaks across her skin.
He kissed her while his hand slid between them. His fingers found her, and she was already soaked, the slick heat coating his fingertips the moment he made contact.
"Aahnn!" Her hips bucked forward into his hand. "Oh—oh that’s—mmn!"
Jordan rubbed slow circles against her, his thumb finding the swollen bud while two fingers teased lower. Kumiko’s nails dug into his shoulders as her whole body trembled, her thighs squeezing his hips like she was afraid of falling. He slipped one finger inside her, and the tight warmth that gripped him made his vision blur.
She was incredibly tight.
"Haaah... haaahh... Jordan... more... please more..."
He added a second finger and worked her open with patient strokes, his thumb still circling above. Kumiko’s head fell back, her throat exposed, her dark hair cascading down her spine. Her mouth hung open and soft sounds poured out of her with every exhale.
"Mmmn... aahh... aahn... s-so good..."
When he pulled his fingers out, she whimpered at the loss.
Jordan positioned himself beneath her, the head pressing against her entrance. He held her hips steady and looked up at her face. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed deep red, her lips swollen and parted.
"Ready?"
"If I say yes will you actually—"
He pulled her hips down.
"AAHHN!"
The sound tore out of her as the first inch pushed inside. Her walls clamped around him so tight that Jordan’s jaw locked and his fingers dug bruises into her hipbones. She was impossibly snug, her body resisting and accepting in the same breath, wet heat swallowing him centimeter by agonizing centimeter.
Kumiko’s hands flew to his chest, her nails scoring red lines across his pectorals. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes squeezed shut, her entire body rigid as she processed the intrusion.
"Oh god oh god oh god you’re so big you’re so big I can feel you in my stomach—"
"You okay?"
"YES! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!"
Jordan pulled her down further. Another inch. Another.
"MMNN! Aahh! AAHHNN!"
Each sound she made was louder than the last, climbing in pitch as he sank deeper. Her body shook in his lap, tiny tremors running through her thighs and up through her stomach. When their hips finally met and he bottomed out inside her, Kumiko made a sound that wasn’t quite a scream and wasn’t quite a moan but existed somewhere between the two, a broken wail that vibrated in her chest.
Jordan held still. Let her adjust. Let her body remember how to breathe around the fullness.
Kumiko’s forehead dropped to his shoulder, her breath coming in short, wet gasps against his skin. "Haah... haah... you’re... I can feel you... everywhere..."
"Tell me when."
She took three ragged breaths. Four. Then her hips rolled forward on their own, a tiny experimental motion that made both of them groan.
"Now," she whispered. "Now now now please now."