This week, we continue 'Jordan's Second Chance.' Jordan finally claims Wynter as his mate, but what will Wynter's reaction be when he learns of the decisions Jordan has made without consulting him? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.
Happy reading,
TC
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Jordan’s Second Chance 4.2
“Are
you ready?” Jordan asked. Wynter lay on the queen-sized bed, his body a sacrificial
offering to the caged leopard beneath Jordan’s skin.
Wynter
held his arms out to Jordan, his breathing ragged. “I’ve been ready since the
moment I first saw you at the park. Claim me.” Wynter wanted to belong to
Jordan. He craved it like a drug.
Jordan
groaned and leaned forward, capturing Wynter’s lips in a hungry kiss. Jordan shuddered
as Wynter wrapped his legs around his waist. Jordan broke the kiss, his lips
traveling down the side of Wynter’s neck. Wynter shivered, tilting his head to allow
greater access. He loved the heaviness of Jordan’s body pressing him into the
bed. Wynter also loved the feeling of Jordan’s sinewy build surrounding him. Pre-cum
leaked from the slit of his hard cock. Wynter writhed, moaning and arching his
hips. The friction of their cocks rubbing together was amazing, but Wynter
needed more.
“Please
Jordan, I need more.”
“Patience,”
Jordan murmured.
Jordan’s
tongue circled the pink-hued nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Wynter howled,
the intensity almost too much. His fingers gripped the thick strands of Jordan’s
hair, searching for an anchor.
Wynter
let out a strangled gasp as he felt Jordan’s hand whisper down his chest and
stomach to grab his cock. His thumb circled the sensitive tip, spreading the
creamy liquid and heightening Wynter’s pleasure. Wynter’s thighs fell further
apart as he arched into the touch.
“Nightstand,”
Wynter gasped.
Jordan
chuckled and reached into the drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube inside. He gazed
down at Wynter and arched a brow. “Is this what you want?” he teased.
“I
will kill you. Fuck me now and play later!” Wynter growled, his body on fire. Licks
of flames spread throughout his body, the feeling intensified as Jordan’s thumb
continued to circle the head of his erection.
The
amber glow in Jordan’s eyes deepened. Wynter heard the snick of the bottle
opening and then felt a finger circling his hole. “I’m going to hold you to
those words. Next time, I’m going to take my time and kiss every inch of your
skin. Then, I’m going to slowly suck your cock, but I’m not going to let you
come until my cock is buried deep into your ass.”
Wynter
moaned, panting. As Jordan described in vivid detail what he was going to do to
his body, he’d slowly inserted his fingers until he had three buried in his
ass. Jordan scissored his fingers, grazing Wynter’s prostrate. Jordan withdrew
his fingers and lubed his cock. He slowly pushed the head of his erection into
Wynter and paused, giving Wynter’s body time to adjust before pushing the rest
of the way in until he was buried to the hilt.
Wynter
reached out and Jordan clasped their hands together. His lips captured Wynter’s
as their tongues dueled. Wynter felt as
if he was drowning. He’d never felt this level of pleasure before and knew he
would never get tired of it. Wynter broke the kiss and arched his hips.
“Ready,
baby?” Jordan asked, his voice hoarse.
Wynter
nodded, unable to speak. Jordan slowly pushed back and then began to thrust.
Wynter screamed, loving how Jordan didn’t hold back. Wynter’s breathing became
choppy as he met Jordan thrust for thrust. Jordan angled his hips, his cock
brushing Wynter’s prostrate with every thrust.
“Touch
yourself,” Jordan gasped, guiding Wynter’s fingers to his cock.
Wynter
wrapped his hand around his straining erection and tugged once, twice. His balls
drew tight, desperate for release. Jordan slammed into Wynter’s stretched hole
and growled, “Come now!”
Wynter
howled Jordan’s name and came, the rush intense. Jordan growled, his canines lengthening.
Wynter arched his neck and Jordan struck, claiming Wynter for all time. Wynter gasped
as he felt a knot extend from Jordan’s cock and latch onto his prostrate. He glanced
up in wonder when he felt Jordan’s leopard brush against his own. At that
moment, he felt everything that Jordan did and the overload sent Wynter into
the comforting darkness of oblivion.
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Wynter
lay snuggled against Jordan, his head resting on Jordan’s firm chest. He’d
regained consciousness a few moments ago and was comfortable in safety of his
mate’s arms.” Where did you go after you left here?” Wynter asked, referring to
the errands Jordan had said he needed to run.
“I
went to see a friend of mine. He’s in the security business and I trust him
with my life.”
Suspicion filled
Wynter. “What did you do?”
“I
hired him as your bodyguard,” Jordan replied, unrepentant.
“You did what?”
“I hired a bodyguard for you until
we learn the identity of our psycho stalker.”
“How could you do that without
talking with me about it first?” Wynter would've appreciated being asked.
Jordan
growled and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You lit up my life and
made the darkness go away. I am not going to chance losing you now that I’ve
finally found you. You’re just going to have to deal.”
Wynter
wanted to melt at Jordan’s confession, but knew he needed to address Jordan’s
highhandedness before it became a habit. “You still should have consulted me. You
went and hired a freaking bodyguard for me! Don’t you think I had a right to
know?”
“I
will not yield on this issue, nor am I sorry for wanting to keep the man I love
safe,” Jordan said, getting up from the bed. He grabbed Wynter’s hand and
pulled him up. “Get dressed and let’s go meet your new bodyguard.”
To be continued...
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