Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella

by Andrea Dalling

  He stepped out of the bathroom to find Rick standing naked and glaring at him. “You locked the door.”

  “I needed my privacy.” He kissed him. Rick smiled and bobbed his erection. He took Rick’s hand and led him to the bed.

  ***

  Under the covers, Rick held Jordan close. He smelled like soap and clean skin. Rick could tell Jordan was working to make himself as appealing as possible, which was ironic. He was as attracted to Jordan when he was sweaty after a game and yelling at him for being an asshole, as he was when Jordan was like this: fresh, sweet, and curled into Rick’s arms.

  Light from the setting sun bathed Jordan in an orange glow. A happy sigh forced itself from Rick’s chest. His cock was eager, but he wanted to draw out the pleasure, make this the best experience of Jordan’s life.

  He tugged his lover’s lips with his own, nuzzled him, ran a hand over hard nipples. Blood rushed, heating his skin. In the falling darkness, the room took on a dream-like quality. “You’re a fantasy come to life.”

  Jordan nibbled his earlobe. “Tell me your fantasy. I told you mine.”

  His mouth grew dry. Somehow, talking about sex was more difficult than doing it. Raw, like he was laying his soul bare.

  “Um…in the empty locker room, after practice. You come out of the shower glistening with your hair wet. I dry you off, touching your body through the towel.”

  “Mmm. Hot.”

  He moved over him, brushing his lips with his own. “We kiss, and our cocks rub together, like this.” He pressed his pelvis against him, evoking a soft moan. “You get on all fours on the bench between the lockers. I enter you slowly, and your ass clamps down on me so hard I can barely breathe. And you want it. You beg to be mine.”

  Jordan stroked Rick’s cheek and ran his thumb along his lips. “I do want it. To feel you inside me. To give you pleasure.” Lips touched his temple, soft as a moth’s wings. “Let’s make your fantasy come true.”

  He forced himself to swallow. The ferocity of his desire curled into a ball in his gut, ready to spring.

  ***

  Jordan grazed his tongue along Rick’s chest. His hands wandered over Rick’s back, then slid down to his ass. Heat gathered in his cock, engorging and tightening him. He let go of the worries holding him back, ready to fulfill the longings he’d harbored since his first stirrings of desire for Rick had told him he was gay.

  He pressed his lips to Rick’s earlobe. “Fuck me.”

  “You sure you’re ready?”

  He got on top and straddled him, ravishing his mouth with hot kisses. Rick rolled him onto his back, massaging his erection with his own.

  His balls stiffened. This is how he wanted to be. Underneath Rick. For the rest of his life.

  He thrust his pelvis forward, grinding their cocks together. Pleasure rippled over him. He needed more, urgently.

  Rick nuzzled the hair in Jordan’s armpit, flicking his tongue along the edge, then nipping the sensitive skin. Jordan groaned. The sensations spread through his body, heating him.

  “I love the way you smell,” Rick said. “It reminds me of all the times we’ve spent hanging out, being best friends.”

  He trembled. The depth of Rick’s love overwhelmed him.

  Rick moved lower and lapped at his nipples. “Mine,” Rick murmured. “Every part of you.” His eyes darkened. “Say it.”

  He swallowed against the dryness in his throat. “I’m yours.”

  A wave of freedom washed over him. Only by giving himself utterly to Rick could he become fully himself, releasing his fears and indulging his desires.

  “I brought some massage oil,” Rick said, “to help you relax. Lie on your stomach.”

  He rolled over while Rick rifled through the drawer of the nightstand. Rick’s sweetness surprised him. He’d put a lot of thought into this weekend—into how he could take care of Jordan.

  Rick opened the bottle of oil and rubbed some into his hands, releasing the scent of sandalwood. He straddled Jordan’s waist.

  Strong hands worked his shoulders. He moaned. A sense of release washed over him as his muscles softened.

  The hands moved downward, massaging his back and his glutes. His breathing slowed. Rick’s touch soothed him, keeping him on the edge of sleep. The tender pressure moved down to his legs, then his feet. No one had ever massaged his feet before, freeing the tension in his arches. The feeling of relaxation was almost better than orgasm.

  Rick finished by stroking his arms and hands. Jordan intertwined their fingers. “So amazing. Thank you.”

  “I like making you feel good.” Rick kissed his lips. “I need to get this oil off my hands. Be right back.”

  Jordan closed his eyes. Water gurgled in the sink. Soon, feet padded back into the room and the bed springs squeaked. Rick’s body warmed him.

  Teeth nibbled his ear. “I want to give you pleasure, Jordy,” Rick breathed. “If anything hurts, we’ll stop. You don’t need to worry about disappointing me.”

  Lying on his side, he kissed Rick’s mouth. He fisted their erections, loving the feel of Rick’s silken skin against him. His mouth suckled Rick’s lips.

  “Need you,” Rick said, his breath heavy.

  “Get the lube.” He lay on his back with his knees bent and his feet flat on the mattress.

  Rick smiled and retrieved the tube. He kissed his way down Jordan’s cock. Ripples of pleasure shot through Jordan’s belly. Moans escaped his lips.

  The hot, wet mouth caressed the seam of Jordan’s sac. He closed his eyes, thrilling to the sensations. Rick lifted his ass and ringed the hole with his tongue.

  The nerve endings came to life. He writhed. Rick’s velvet tongue worked the tender tissue, leaving him desperate for more.

  His cock hungered for touch. He resisted the urge, wanting to save all his desire for when Rick entered him. His breath grew ragged, the movement of Rick’s mouth filling him with bliss. Grabbing a pillow, he clutched it to his chest, trying to quell the ache. He needed Rick inside him.

  “Can’t wait. Want you now.”

  Rick sat back. Jordan rolled onto his stomach, pulling his knees up to his chest.

  Rick groaned, then squeezed Jordan’s ass. “So hot. Want you.”

  “Do it.”

  “Hell, Jordy.”

  He closed his eyes, and a luxury of decadence built in his chest. This was the rawest, most sensual thing he had ever done. He anticipated how it would feel, Rick sinking inside him, opening him with his thick heat.

  Cold lube made his breath hitch. A finger slipped inside, pumping and relaxing the solid muscle. He wanted more, much more. He pushed back as far as he could go, taking Rick’s finger up to the knuckle.

  A second digit joined the first, twisting and stretching. The deep, intense sensations pushed thought from his mind. “Hot.”

  “So hot, babe.” Rick kissed the small of his back.

  Love washed over him at the tender display of affection, even as Rick thrust hard inside him. The pressure on his prostate made him shudder.

  A third finger entered him. “Fuck, yeah!” He pushed back, increasing the penetration. Rick wrapped his free arm around Jordan’s waist, giving him leverage to establish a firm rhythm.

  The fingers fucked him hard and deep. “You want it?” Rick’s voice was stretched taut.

  Trembling with desire, he struggled for words. “Need it.”

  The fingers left him. The ripping of a foil wrapper quickened his breath. Blood engorged him. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was happening. He focused on Rick, the tenderness of his touch, the thickness of that hot cock.

  Rick’s erection caressed his hole. An involuntary whimper escaped his throat.

  “You okay?”

  “Go.” He needed Rick inside him before fear overwhelmed his lust.

  A slight pressure teased his nerve endings, increasing his desire. It stretched but didn’t open him. “Mmm,” he moaned, urging Rick forward.

  The pressure released, then came har
der. He wanted this, was desperate for it. With the next thrust, he exhaled and relaxed, and the tight circle of muscle parted. The hard shaft slid inside, the pain-pleasure splitting him in two.

  Rick growled. “Fuck, Jordy!”

  “Stay still,” he pleaded, the new sensations overwhelming him.

  Rick stopped. “Am I hurting you? Should I pull out?”

  “Just stay like that. Let me get used to it.” He breathed. As his muscles adjusted, the pain eased. He loved the sense of fullness. Rick’s cock is inside me. Happy tears sprang to his eyes. “Go.”

  Rick moved slowly. “That okay?”

  “Good.”

  “You don’t have to do this if it hurts.” Rick’s voice shook.

  “Good, babe. Want more.”

  Rick lengthened his strokes and hit Jordan’s prostate, an irritation at first but quickly turning into a hard knot of longing. Rick’s arm encircled his waist, and his free hand caressed his spine. “Perfect,” Rick moaned.

  He tried to focus on his breathing instead of his galloping heart. The sense of violation crept into his consciousness but he pushed it down. He fought to relax his muscles. “Lower.”

  “Like this?” Rick angled down, increasing the pressure on the prostate.

  Warmth spread from his core to his cock. “That’s it.” His nipples hardened. He stroked his erection, spreading the precum over the head.

  Rick picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto Jordan’s hand. The slick sensation combined with the pleasure in his prostate. “So good, babe.”

  “You have no idea.” Rick’s voice was rough. Jordan loved that he had that effect on him.

  Pressure built inside him. He wanted to wait until Rick finished, but he couldn’t stop it. The orgasm barreled over him. His ass clenched, and the next moment Rick’s body shuddered.

  Rick slipped out and collapsed against Jordan’s back, encircling his waist with his arms. He kissed his neck and shoulders, soft lips with a hint of stubbled cheek. “My Jordy.”

  He turned and lay on his back. The bright, adoring look in Rick’s eyes filled his chest with happiness unlike any other.

  Rick wrapped the condom in a handful of tissues and tossed it into the trashcan. He sank onto the bed, and Jordan ran a hand down Rick’s back. He could still feel the pressure of Rick inside him. It ached, but not in a bad way.

  Rick lay beside him, a big stupid grin on his face.

  Jordan chuckled. “Proud of yourself?”

  “You make me happy.”

  Tightness gripped his throat. “Was it what you expected?”

  “So much better. The way you gave yourself to me, trusted me with your body…it was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Rick kissed him, wet tongues swirling, teeth grazing, hard bodies pressing together, sucking, licking, enjoying each other’s maleness.

  Rick pulled him close, so that Jordan’s head rested on his chest. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me. It was uncomfortable at first, but it got better.”

  “Still think you’re a bottom?”

  “Definitely.”

  Rick kissed him. “You liked it?”

  “Best orgasm I ever had.”

  Rick wrapped him in his arms. “I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to do it if you didn’t like it.”

  They lay in silence a while. “Say it,” Jordan murmured.

  Rick leaned toward him and scowled. “That I’m your bitch?”

  “No. The thing I told you not to say.”

  Rick’s fingers caressed Jordan’s hair. “I’m in love with you.”

  His tears dropped onto Rick’s chest. “I love you, too.”

  “You’re mine, Jordy. Mine.”

  Chapter 11

  Jordan woke at the first light of dawn. This time, when he reached for Rick, he found him. He snuggled against him, head on his pillow, and slid a fingertip down Rick’s arm.

  How long would it be before he had this feeling again, waking up to the warmth of a man beside him? Months, at least. Would the man be Rick? Would Rick be able to give up the persona of the popular kid, tough but with a sense of humor, a charismatic leader that everyone loved to be around?

  But then, Jordan had been popular, too. His looks didn’t hurt. All the girls wanted to turn him. He liked girls—a lot, actually—just not that way. And even though he was open about his orientation, whenever he gave a girl a little extra attention, invariably she hoped it meant something more.

  As for the guys—well, he could kick most of their asses. And he made sure he had his posse with him: Rick at a minimum, usually another friend of theirs as well, pitcher on the baseball team, slim but strong. No one would have been stupid enough to challenge the three of them, not even a group of four or five. They were the elite.

  Being gay didn’t mean being a social outcast—not anymore. Most kids didn’t care. Of course, in their small Pennsylvania town, there were plenty of Bible-thumping assholes who condemned homosexuality even as they cheated on their spouses and coveted their neighbor’s sports car.

  He ran his hand down Rick’s body and found his morning erection. Rick grunted and Jordan smiled. Rick opened his eyes.

  Jordan kissed him. “A hard man is good to find.”

  Rick rolled on top of him, cock firm against Jordan’s.

  He kissed his neck. “I want to use the vibrator on you.”

  Rick’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure—”

  “You don’t know what you’re missing. And I want you to know. It’s important to me.”

  “It’s not my fantasy.”

  “Aren’t you curious?”

  Rick shrugged.

  Jordan rolled his eyes. “Then what do you want to do?”

  Rick gave him a sly smile.

  “No chance, big boy. My ass needs a rest.”

  Rick continued pressing against him, dicks sliding together.

  Jordan’s balls tightened. “Anything you want that we haven’t already done?”

  “Not really.”

  “Are you totally against the vibrator?”

  Rick rolled off him. “No, I just…”

  “Think it’s gay.”

  “Maybe. I know it’s not, but I don’t think most straight couples do this stuff.”

  “They don’t know what they’re missing. I’m serious, Rick. I want to do this for you.”

  ***

  Jordan got out of the shower, and Rick laid a towel over his shoulders. He squeezed the wetness out of Jordan’s hair, then patted down his back. Turning the towel over, he rubbed Jordan’s arms and chest and perfect abs. He leaned in and kissed him while ministering to Jordan’s cock and his hard, round ass. He finished with Jordan’s legs and feet, noticing the elegant shape of Jordan’s toes.

  They kissed again, and Jordan led him to the bed. He couldn’t believe Jordan had talked him into this. He really had no interest in the vibrator, but Jordy thought he’d like it, so what the hell.

  He lay on the bed face down.

  “You have no idea how beautiful your ass is.” Jordan tongued his neck, gradually kissing his way down his body. Teeth clamped onto his ass cheek, and his body bucked. The pleasure-pain shot lightning into his cock.

  Two large, warm hands spread his cheeks. He trembled to think of Jordy looking at him that way. A wet tongue flicked his hole. His toes clenched at the sensation, in lust and fear. Fear that he liked it so much, and that maybe he wanted to be penetrated that way.

  He clutched the pillow beneath him. It was stupid to feel shame at Jordy’s eyes on him, or embarrassment at the pleasure of his touch. He had done this to Jordy and loved every second. Jordy hadn’t felt ashamed.

  Cold lube made his hole constrict. His breath quick and shallow, he clenched his toes, steeling himself. A slick finger entered him. The sensation teased his delicate tissues, arousing him further.

  “Relax, babe. You’re tight.” Jordan’s sweet lips rained kisses on his butt cheeks. “The vibrator won’t hurt. It might
feel weird at first. Once it hits your prostate, you’ll be on the ceiling.”

  “Okay.”

  “Do you like what I’m doing?”

  “S’nice.”

  “Can you handle more?”

  “Okay.” He exhaled.

  Jordan chuckled. “You’re mighty agreeable.”

  “Don’t make fun of me.”

  “Sorry. It’s unlike you. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll take care of you.”

  He buried his face in his arms. He forced his apprehension from his mind and concentrated on Jordy’s hand working him open.

  “Am I hitting your prostate?”

  “Not sure.” He focused on a sort of swelling that might feel good if Jordy stroked it more.

  “I’ll try a second finger. If you don’t like it, tell me.”

  The cold lube and the increased stretch made him clench. He let his muscles go soft. The pressure hit his prostate, sending ripples of pleasure through his core. He pumped back against Jordy’s hand.

  “You like that?”

  “Yeah.”

  Jordan’s fingers twisted inside him, and he shuddered. His cock stiffened. A thought raced through his mind of Jordan fucking him. His heart jackhammered his ribs.

  “Ready for the vibrator?”

  “Okay.”

  With the fingers still inside him, the sound of buzzing startled him. Jordan must have grabbed it with his other hand. The tip invaded him, and only then did Jordan pull his fingers out.

  The tremors on his prostate made him gasp. He never dreamed it could feel that good. Sparks fired behind his eyes.

  Jordan increased the pace, but not too fast. Semen dribbled out of him. “Jordy…damn.”

  “Told you.” Jordan’s teeth teased his ass cheek.

  The pulsing built the tension in his gut. He wanted to stroke himself, but he was lying flat and couldn’t reach.

  “Want to come like this?”

  “Can you touch my cock?”

  Fingers caressed his balls, then reached down and grabbed him. His body shook as the orgasm wrenched from him, cries harsh and guttural.

  The vibrator switched off. Jordan ran his hand over Rick’s back until he calmed.