Page 130 of The Incredible Ordinary

“Do you object to being called cute or me saying you’re pouting?” he asks as he squints at me.

“Both.”

He eyes me for another second. Licks his slightly parted lips as his eyes move up and down my sprawled body.

He swiftly goes down on his knees in the next breath. My eyes widen and my heartbeat picks up speed at once. Adrenaline courses through my veins like somebody’s injecting it into me via firehose.

His fingers tremble lightly as he reaches for the waistband of my sweats.

“Now that I think about it,” he says, “I might’ve cheated just a tiny bit. So what if I try and make it up to you?”

My dick starts to thicken against my thigh. There’s a bit of uncertainty in his gaze, but mostly it’s hunger. Pure, undiluted hunger. The kind of look that promises to devour me.

I push myself up onto my elbows to get a better view of an already magnificent sight. My cock reacts by lengthening another inch against the inside of Jordan’s arm.

His eyes flick to mine, then back to my crotch, where my dick is now creating a tent in my pants.

He wraps his hand around me through my pants, and I blow out a breath. It’s not relief. Instead, it only adds more tension.

His gaze flicks to my face again.

“Tell me what you like,” he says. “Or if I’m bad at it.”

He presses his thumb to the head of my cock, making a slow, experimental circle.

“I’ve yet to see you fail at anything,” I say. “I doubt this will be it.”

He huffs out a soft laugh. “First time for everything.” He rubs the head with his thumb again and looks up at me. “Including this.”

“I’ll walk you through it,” I promise hoarsely, pushing myself into a sitting position.

His warm palms slide to my waist, where he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. He sits back on his haunches and watches me.

“Shirt off,” I tell him.

He quirks his brow but does as I say. My eyes latch on to the smooth planes of his chest as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off.

He’s fit, with tight, wiry muscles of a runner and faintly defined abs.

I put my hands on the bedspread and push my hips up slightly while he hooks his fingers around my waistband and starts to pull the sweats down.

My cock springs free, and his eyes widen as it slaps against my abdomen.

He studies it, and I watch him look at me.

“It’s almost like you’re conducting a thorough inspection,” I finally say.

His gaze meets mine. “Gathering info for my review.” He sounds just slightly breathless.

“Care to give me a preview of what I might expect from said review?”

He laughs, also breathlessly. “I’ve only got the visuals as we speak.”

I quirk my brow at him. “And?”

He studies my cock some more. A drop of precum seeps out from the slit while he does.

“Holy shit,” he whispers before he looks up. He swallows. “That’s about all I have for now. Also, impressive. Feels like I need a special permit to operate something like this.”