Jordan's Desires [Brac Village 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Lynn Hagen (the beginning after the end read novel .TXT) 📖

Bailey arched his back, opening his mouth wider and Jordan felt as if he were burning in the fiery passion of their kiss. Jordan guided one of Bailey’s hands to his aching cock. He thought the man would try and push him away again, but Bailey’s touch was oddly soft and caressing.

The smoldering flames he saw in Bailey’s green eyes startled him. He smiled when his mate’s cheeks colored under Jordan’s gaze. It was like the man had been starving for affection and Jordan was finally feeding him. But he wasn’t foolish enough to think that Bailey was totally giving himself over.

The man wanted sex, pure and simple.

As long as Jordan didn’t bite, then he wouldn’t bind Bailey to him. He knew his mate wasn’t ready for that, to commit, to give Jordan his heart. At the moment, Jordan would accept the man’s body, even if his heart wasn’t a part of the act.

Bailey didn’t protest when Jordan released the man’s wrists and began to remove his mate’s pants. He tossed them aside and then stood, undressing. Bailey’s eyes stayed riveted to Jordan as he lowered himself to the couch, blanketing his mate, careful of his weight.

He braced himself by his hands on either side of Bailey’s head as he leaned down to recapture Bailey’s kiss-swollen lips. Bailey’s arms wrapped around Jordan’s neck, his mate’s lips opened to his.

But it wasn’t submission Bailey gave him. It wasn’t supplication. It was a man demanding with harsh groans and subtle touches. Shudders of pleasure raced beneath his skin as his free hand began to caress Bailey, moving up the man’s back, over his waist, and up Bailey’s side as his tongue stroked his mate’s mouth.

One of Jordan’s hands slid lower, his fingers searching for and finding the heated length of Bailey’s cock as it pressed against Jordan’s side. Thick and iron-hard, throbbing beneath his touch, the silken flesh was like a flame in Jordan’s hand.

“Oh god.” Bailey’s head fell back. His hips arched against Jordan’s touch as his fingers began to slowly stroke the man’s heated flesh. Jordan gave a low growl when Bailey tangled his fingers in Jordan’s hair. His mate gave a light tug and pleasure surged through him.

Damn, if Jordan didn’t fuck Bailey he was going to die from the need. He had to get inside his mate. He had to fill him, thrust inside him. Feel the pleasure that exploded into complete nirvana when he came inside his mate.

His cock hardened to painful intensity at the need.

“Sex…just sex.”

Jordan nodded, even though it pained him to do so. He wanted more than just sex with his mate but knew that was all Bailey had to offer at the moment. Releasing his mate’s cock, Jordan moved further up the couch. “Suck me.”

He leaned over and fed his hardening dick to Bailey’s panting mouth. His mate took Jordan’s erection into his mouth in one swift move and sucked ferociously. Jordan hissed as he pushed his cock to the back of Bailey’s throat, waiting for the man’s reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating and fucking into him again.

Every time Bailey’s gaze met Jordan’s, his heart turned over in response. His fingers curled into the back of the couch as he watched his cock repeatedly disappear between Bailey’s lips.

Jordan suppressed the purr rumbling in his chest. That wasn’t what Bailey wanted. His mate didn’t want to get to know Jordan’s cat. He didn’t want to be claimed. The man had stated that all he wanted was sex.

So that’s all Jordan gave him. He began to thrust his hips toward Bailey’s face and cried out when Bailey played with his balls. His mate knew exactly how to drive Jordan insane and that scared the hell out of him because Bailey wasn’t willing to commit.

Knowing this, knowing that he was only a means to sate Bailey’s lust, Jordan held Bailey in place as he rolled his hips backward and pulled his dick from his mate’s mouth with a damp pop.

Bailey gazed up at him confusedly.

“On your hands and knees,” Jordan commanded in a rough tone. He moved back enough to give Bailey room, watching as his mate turned over and presented Jordan with his smooth, tight ass.

Jordan scooted back and then began to lick at Bailey’s tight entrance. His tongue flickered and probed, caressed and stroked, each lick light and easy, teasing and tempting. As he feasted on his mate, Jordan reached down and pulled the travel size lube from his jeans. Tearing the packet open, he lubed his fingers before slipping two into his mate’s backside.

Bailey bucked, his legs sliding further apart as he jutted his ass into the air. His mate’s ass clenched around his fingers, holding a tight grip against the rapid strokes that Jordan filled his mate with, stretching him.

A need poured through him, ripping at Jordan. His canines elongated, the need to claim strong. It was a hunger he couldn’t eradicate from his soul, yet he couldn’t satisfy because his mate refused to open himself up and give Jordan his heart.

It was wild, the way the sensation thundered through Jordan, throbbed in every beat of his heart, kept him on a ragged edge of desperate hunger. Jordan reared back and pressed the swollen head of his cock against Bailey’s stretched hole, nudging against the tight opening.

He gripped Bailey’s hips, barely able to breathe for the silky heat cupping the tip of his cock. As he sank deep, rapid bolts of fiery sensation tore through him. His thighs tightened, his hips arched, thrusting his shaft harder, deeper inside Bailey as he fought back the release that nearly slipped his control.

Hips clashed, writhed, perspiration built. He could feel the whirling sensation as it attacked his senses. The feel of his cock inside Bailey, throbbing, shuttling in and out in deep, rhythmic strokes was almost too much.

Jordan used every vestige of control he possessed in order