Jordan arched underneath him, panting and squirming into his touch. Ian had started with his hands, laying Jordan out on the bed like he was a canvas and tracing invisible marks on every inch of skin. He took his time. He enjoyed the hard and responsive body like a condemned man enjoys a last meal. When Jordan made to sit up, Ian pressed him back down to the mattress. If Jordan made the attempt to respond in same to the tickles and intense explorations, Ian stilled his hands. Jordan was primed and hard as a rock before Ian ever lowered lips to heated skin.
Collar bones and neck, sternum and n*****s, belly button and hipbones; everything was tasted with slow kisses, wet sucks, or long licks. Everything except what Jordan waited for.
“Stop playing,” Jordan had demanded more than once. “Don
