Chapter 453 | Stare At My Face Like a Gentleman

Chapter 453: 453 | Stare At My Face Like a Gentleman

Nine minutes was plenty of time, and Jordan intended to prove it with the confidence of a man who had once taken forty minutes to decide between two texting openers.

Chloe had other ideas. She planted both palms on his chest and shoved until he rolled onto his back, and she came with him because he was still buried inside her and neither of them wanted to fix that. The sheets squelched under his shoulders. He decided to hate the laundry later, since right now a naked girl with a crooked gold choker was sitting on him and glaring down like he owed her rent.

"You don’t get to drive this time," Chloe said, her voice scraped raw. "You drove last time and I lost the ability to count."

"You counted out loud through half of it, babe."

"Backwards, Jordan. I was counting backwards from a hundred so I wouldn’t scream, and I still screamed."

She started moving before he could argue. The grind was slow at first, a lazy roll that pressed her clit down against his pelvis, and each pass drew a wet squish from between them that echoed off the brick walls.

Her head tipped forward and the loose black hair fell around her face in a curtain, the blue streak hanging down to tickle his sternum. The gold choker caught the morning light and threw it back at him in tiny flares.

"Mmnh, hah, oh, that’s the spot, right there, don’t you dare move."

Jordan did not dare move. He lay there with his hands on her thighs, fingers pressing into the soft skin hard enough to leave prints, and watched his own come leak out around him every time she lifted. Thick and white against the flushed pink of her skin. Ceaseless Discharge had apparently decided that one round did not count as a finished job, and he had stopped being embarrassed about that trait weeks ago, around the time Chloe started referring to it in her spreadsheets as "the hydrant situation."

The squelch got louder. She adjusted the angle and he felt the wet slide of everything they had just done together, the mix of them both dripping down his balls and soaking into the sheets. His apartment was going to smell like sex for a week. He decided to be proud of that instead of mortified, which was growth, probably.

"You’re staring at it," she panted.

"It’s a lot, honestly. I’m allowed to stare at my own crime scene."

"Stare at my face like a gentleman."

He looked up at her face. That was worse, because her brown eyes had gone soft and heavy and her lower lip was swollen from his teeth, and she was looking back at him like he had personally invented the concept of Thursday mornings. Her pupils were blown wide enough that the brown had almost disappeared. She bit her bottom lip and rolled her hips in a slow circle that made his vision blur at the edges.

His cock jerked inside her and she felt it, her whole body clenching down in response. Her nails dug into his chest and she sucked in a breath through her teeth.

"Ahh, fuck, you did that on purpose."

"I really didn’t, it has a mind of its own."

"Then tell it to behave," Chloe gasped, and sped up.

The slow grind became a proper bounce inside of ten seconds. She lifted almost all the way off and dropped hard, and the slap of her ass against his thighs echoed off the factory windows. The bed frame found its old beat against the brick, thunk after thunk, and Jordan thought about Miss Valentine down the hall preheating her oven and adding a second tray.

He slid his hands up her ribs and cupped her breasts, heavier in his palms than they had been in January. She whimpered and arched into his grip, so he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and felt her inner walls flutter around him like a heartbeat.

"Oh god, oh god, they’re so sensitive now, the book said this would happen but nobody said it would be like this."

"You read a book about it?"

"I read four books about it and a forum, shut up, pinch harder."

He pinched harder. Chloe made a sound he had never heard from her before, a high broken squeal that cracked in the middle, and her rhythm fell apart completely. She was grinding and bouncing at once now, chasing it, her nails dragging long red lines down his stomach. Jordan let his right hand slide around to the small of her back and opened the tap on the skill.

Heat poured out of his palm into her spine. Chloe went rigid on top of him, mouth open and silent, and then she came so hard her thighs shook against his hips like a car idling in a cold lot.

"Hnnngh, ah, ahh, Jordan, Jordan, I’m coming, I’m coming again, oh my god."

She squeezed him so tight it hurt in the best possible way. Wetness gushed around his cock and ran down his balls onto the ruined sheets, and she ground through it with her forehead dropped against his collarbone. He wrapped both arms around her and held her there, and he started thrusting up into her shaking body because she had told him not to be nice.

"Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, fill me up again."

"You’re greedy tonight, huh."

"I’m pregnant and I’m stressed and you have a magic dick, of course I’m greedy."

That broke him. He laughed into her hair and then he wasn’t laughing, because she bit down on his shoulder right on top of Maya’s bruise and the flash of pain snapped the last thread of his restraint. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto him four more times, hard enough that the headboard cracked against the wall, and he came buried as deep as he could reach.

The second load hit harder than the first. He groaned through his teeth while it pumped out of him in long heavy pulses, and Chloe moaned against his neck in time with each one, her hand once again pressed flat over her own lower stomach.

"There’s so much, you’re flooding me, oh god, it’s so hot."

"Still going, sorry."

"Stop apologizing and let me feel it, you idiot."