Page 142 of The Incredible Ordinary

I climb onto the bed and lie down on top of him.

He closes his eyes for a second and lets out a loud exhale.

“Christ,” he says. He nuzzles my neck. “You always smell so good. It turns my dick hard.”

I laugh breathlessly. “You were already hard.”

“Hard-er. Semantics.”

I laugh again. I’m floating on air. “It’s sandalwood.”

“How do you make that sound hot?”

“It’s a gift.”

I lower my head and breathe him in, letting my lips slide over his cheek and temple.

“Let me make you feel good,” I murmur.

His hand moves through my hair, stroking it, tugging it.

“Anything you want,” he says.

I don’t need any more encouragement. Instead, I move my hand lower and cup his hard cock.

He lets out another shaky exhale, and his hips immediately push up, forcing his cock deeper into my fist.

I move down his body and take him in my mouth in one swift move. Milán lets out a low moan and throws his head back. His hands are still in my hair, and he raises his knees, spreading his thighs.

I wrap my fingers around him and press the flat of my tongue against the head of his cock. A drop of precum pushes out of the slit, the taste of salt bursting on my tongue.

A sharp inhale makes me look up at him. He’s pushed himself up on his elbows, fire in his gaze.

“Suck,” he says.

My balls tighten at the soft demand and the barely controlled desire in his voice.

I wrap my lips around him and suck.

I worship with my tongue, trying to remember everything I like myself and duplicate it. I lick and lave and suck until his thighs are shaking with tension.

I suck him as deep as I can and savor the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. Savor the taste.

Wanting him is so easy.

So natural.

A part of me didn’t think it would be.

It is.

Being with him feels more natural than anything else in my life ever has.

I cup his balls while my head bobs, sucking him in deep, long strokes. I want to commit all of this to memory. His smell. His taste. The low groans that leave his throat as he gets closer.

“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, Jordy. Yes, fuck. Please.”

His hips jerk forward, and he comes.