Mr. Knight/A Jordan Knight Fanfic ✔️

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16. deconstruction

By Saturday afternoon, I can't wait any longer. Four days of keeping our distance on campus, plus four nights of long phone calls with barely restrained carnal undertones, have rendered me powerless over my need for Jordan Knight. After a quick text to confirm he's home, I pack a small bag and call a cab.

The front door opens before I'm even out of the car. Jordan stands on the threshold, mouthwateringly shirtless as he holds Rufus by the collar. I rush into the house. The second the door closes, my bag hits the floor and I'm in his arms.

Between kisses and stumbling progress to his bedroom, I mumble, "Sorry Rufus, we'll play soon. I need to greet your daddy first." Jordan chuckles, maneuvering us into the bedroom and shutting the door before Rufus can follow.

A piteous whine sounds.

"He'll live," says Jordan, and we fall onto the bed.

My clothes are quickly discarded, tossed haphazardly around the room. A shoe hits a wall. My jeans lasso a floor lamp. I yank his soft pants from his hips and eagerly reach for him. He groans, cock swelling in my fists.

"I want you," he whispers against my neck.

I arch beneath him, wrapping my legs around his hips. "I know," I answer, dragging the tip of him through my wetness, torturing us both with the temptation of nothing between us. "Do you feel that? What you do to me?"

He grunts, angling a hand between us to sink two fingers inside me. His mouth drops to my breast, tongue swirling around my nipple as his hand builds a shattering rhythm. When his thumb joins, smoothing in steady circles over my clit, I turn my head to bite a pillow.

"Darcy, sweet Darcy, it's become my mission in life to make you scream."

When he replaces his thumb with his mouth, I do scream—a ragged cry of surrender. My vision brightens, my body humming at higher and higher frequency. And just when I think I can't possibly feel more, I look down and see his eyes on me.

The climax doesn't build—it explodes. I throw my head back and give myself over, again and again, until there's nothing left to give. Slowly, his fingers and tongue retreat, and he rains kisses across my center.

As I twitch and relearn how to breathe, he says lightly, "I would happily stay here all day, love, but if you want me to move, I need my hair back."

I unclench my fingers at last and he lifts his head. "Not sorry," I tell him.

He laughs, rising to settle back on his heels. My post-orgasm sedation fades beneath a fresh wave of need. I sit up and reach for him, determined to return the favor, but he grabs my arms and lifts me up. Seated on his thighs with my legs draped to either side of him, he palms my ass and tugs me closer.

"This was the image in my mind," he murmurs, "What I was trying to type. One-handed."

Arms around his shoulders, I roll my hips. "Like this?" I whisper. "You want me to ride you, Jordan?"

His teeth clench, eyes closing tightly. "Condom, right now. Or I'm going to do something stupid."

I scramble across the bed, yanking open a small drawer, and carefully tear the packet open. The next moments aren't graceful, but together we get the condom on. Then I'm back where I started. His whole body trembles beneath mine.

"Take me," he whispers. M

I don't hesitate. He's already at my entrance, so I rock myself onto him, pausing to adjust to each new level of fullness. When he can't stand it anymore, he grabs me hard, meeting my next thrust with one that buries him completely. The angle is beyond consuming, more than pleasure. I still, gasping into his mouth.