[Jordan] NSFW moments outside of time

You're dozing by the time Jordan returns to the bedroom. The soft click of the door closing rouses you; your mumbled "Is she still asleep?" is barely audible.

"Sleeping like an angel, just like I said she would be," they reply.

You hum your approval, eyes sliding closed. You can hear Jordan slipping out of their robe and padding to your bed. You expect them to crawl beside you, snuggle close, and soothe you into dreams.

Instead, they tug the blanket off of you, the cool air a physical assault on your bare body. "Hey!" you groan, immediately curling into a ball, chasing warmth.

Jordan's hands find your ankles and straighten you out, touch silken as it slides up your calves, kneading your knees. "You're not planning on going to bed already, are you?" they breathe, leaning low to kiss the inside of one knee.

You weakly try to wiggle free from the teasing heat of their breath. "Jordan," you whine. The blissful sleepiness is evaporating so quickly that you want to cry.

Jordan chuckles darkly; you belatedly realize your response did nothing to deter them. "What, did you think I'd be okay with only getting you off once?"

You hate that your insides go wobbly at their words. The heat Jordan stole with your blanket is replaced with a slow burn low on your belly. "Jordan, I'm so tired," you attempt, but you don't actually want them to stop.

You don't want them to realize that, though. They'd be unbearable if they did.

"¿Está seguro, perrito?" Jordan whispers against the inside of your thigh, mouth skimming your skin as they spread your legs.

You can't stifle the soft moan when their lips move upward, when the bed shifts as their body settles closer.

"Do you want me to stop?" they ask. They're teasing, they know the answer, but you know they won't press further until you say -

"Yes."

*if genitals = penis

Despite their passion, Jordan always begins slowly; this time is no exception. They touch and kiss you everywhere... aside from where you need them. They use their teeth to nip along your hip bone; they suck pale bruises to your pubic bone, and teasingly lick a stripe along your balls.

"Jordan," you groan, reaching down to fist their messy bun, the silky strands of hair sliding between your fingers. "Stop teasing."

"Mm," they chuckle into your skin, gently sucking the delicate skin between your thigh and stiffening cock. "But teasing is fun."

The words are muffled; they are followed by a long, delicious moan when you tug at Jordan's hair. "If that's the punishment, I'll keep misbehaving."

You tug a little and pretend to let go - Jordan whines. The sound makes your hips jolt in desire.

Jordan grabs your hand and returns it to their hair - and then they descend on your cock, mouth gentle, tongue languid.

You thrust again, also against your will. Jordan has teased you so much that your body can't help but react, can't help but desire more. Deeper. Harder.

Jordan sinks a bit lower, throat relaxed. Their rolling, dipping movement has you gripping their hair with white-knuckled force. You try to soften your desire by reaching down with your free hand and stroking their cheek.

Jordan grabs the hand and pins the wrist beside your hip, vicing, trapping you. Their motions speed up, deepen, and harshen.

"Fuck," you snap -a little too loud, a little too dark- and buck against their face.

Jordan moans in delight, the vibration only fueling your roughness.

You don't last long - you can't, not after the previous orgasm less than half an hour ago. Even so, you might not have lasted with the way Jordan is going at you.

You don't bother warning them - they know. They can feel the way your hips have lost rhythm, your legs shaking around them, your moans guttural.

You come so hard you think you might have lost consciousness for a moment.

Your senses slowly come back. You see flickers of white lightning behind your lids. You feel each breath raggedly escaping your parted lips.

Then you realize that Jordan is gently stroking your neck and your shoulders. Their nails trace your collar and breastbone. They've waited quietly, gently touching you until you finally open your eyes and gaze at them.

In the dim room, their blank eyes are so dark and their teeth so white when they grin at you.

"Fuck," you practically wheeze.

"That good?" they tease. They know it was. They know what they do to you.

Instead of answering, you pull them into a slow, languid kiss. You taste yourself on their tongue, feel the tenderness so lacking in their gaze.

"Thank you," you murmur, kissing their cheek and chin.

"Don't be sappy," they snort, pressing their face into your neck and covering your bodies with the blanket. Their gentle breath and warm body ease you into a dreamless sleep.

*if genitals = vagina

Despite their passion, Jordan always begins slowly; this time is no exception. They touch and kiss you everywhere... aside from where you need them. They use their teeth to nip along your hip bone; they suck pale bruises to your mound, and teasingly lick a stripe along your labia.

"Jordan!" you whimper, jolting. "It's so late."

"Mhmm," they agree. "We should definitely sleep instead, huh?" Their tongue laps at your slit, still avoiding both places that are swollen and aching for them.

You reach down and grab their messy bun, their silken strands slipping between your fingers. "Please."

"Please keep going? Or please, let's go to bed?"

You yank at Jordan's hair - they arch into the motion, moaning salaciously against your cunt. The motion only makes your body tingle more, makes your insides -and thighs- clench.

Jordan takes your thighs and clenches them tighter around their neck, finally -finally!- dropping their mouth to your pussy, tounge laving at your opening.

You arch and pull their hair, writhing as much as you can while they hold you. "Jordan," you gasp; your free hand flits desperately, needing to do something.

Jordan releases one of your thighs in order to grab your hand, tangling your fingers together. They moan into your slick flesh when you squeeze their hand with yours.

Their tongue finds your clit, flattening and curling, sucking you mercilessly. They match your intensity, wild and rough, pressing hard and close.

But it isn't enough. You whimper and circle your hips, grinding against them. "Jordan, please-"

Jordan tears their hand from yours and presses a finger inside your cunt. A second follows, and you arch with a cry. You feel like you're being torn apart with the desperate desire rising within you.

Jordan curls their fingers and rubs - and your vision whites out. You tense, muscles right, and give into the flood of pleasure, of joy, that rips through you.

You collapse, boneless, into the mattress. Jordan stays where they are, licking you clean with gentle strokes. You shudder, overly sensitive, but can't even find enough breath to tell them to stop.

When they finish their ministrations, they kiss your inner thighs and join you, body-against-body.

"Christ," you whisper, muscles still alert with microtremors.

Jordan purrs happily at the praise, pressing their face into the crook of your neck and shoulder. "Now you can go to sleep."

You snort a little laugh. "You're so annoying."

"Mm," they hum, not bothering to deny it. They pull the blanket over your bodies, warming you into a dreamless sleep.



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