One More Night/ A Jordan Knight Fanfic✔️

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Twenty-Eight

As soon as we're done eating, we leave. Donnie didn't pay the bill, but if they know him, they know where he lives and will figure out how to get their payment. The bottle of wine was left half full on the table. Money is no object.

We're not alone on the elevator. A couple gets off on a floor a few down from ours, but when the doors close behind them, we're sealed in alone.

Donnie doesn't waste a second.

He's on me in a flash, his mouth hot on mine, his tongue moving against my own as his fingers move down to grab me between my legs. I do the same to him, cupping him through his pants, finding his erection and fisting it as best I can through his slacks.

My insides burn as the ache his best friend started blisters in my core. The pressure of his fingers is just enough to give me a preview without giving anything away, but I want it—need it. I crave it.

I ignore the corner of my brain that's questioning whether it's him I'm craving.

The elevator doors open to our floor, and we almost miss it. The doors start to close, but we're so intent on lip to lip, body to body, exploring fingers that we nearly get stuck for another ride. Just before the doors close, Donnie sticks his leg through and the doors pop back open. He pulls me the short distance from the elevator to door 4701, barely allowing his lips to leave mine.

I think for a second what this would look like if Jordan was here in the hallway. This isn't something I'd want him to see—but it's completely natural at the same time, a girlfriend greeting her boyfriend who has been out of town for a few days. I shouldn't feel guilty kissing Donnie.

So why do I?

I take a step out of Donnie's orbit as he unlocks the door. The condo is empty when we walk in, and I can't help the relief that spasms right in the middle of my chest.

Donnie leads me through the space toward his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us. I'm suddenly thankful for the soundproof walls in here—not because I care if someone's on the other side of the door making noise, but because I don't want anyone to hear what's going on in here. Specifically Jordan.

Just like in the elevator, no time is wasted. Donnie grabs for me, roughly yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor while he simultaneously kicks off his shoes. My shoes come off next, followed by his shirt. I allow my fingertips to run over the cuts of muscle I missed while he was gone, and then I lean forward and run my tongue across his abdomen while my hand trails lower to grip him again. He leans his head back and growls, and then he pulls me up and makes quick work of getting me out of my jeans and panties before taking care of his own pants.

He kneels on the floor once we're both naked with his mouth between my legs. He grabs onto my hips and positions my body over his face, and then his tongue swipes through my heat. I grip onto his hair because the pleasure is too much, too quick, and I feel like I might fall over from it if I don't hold onto something.

I let out an erotic moan, a sound low and needy to my own ears. His tongue enters me first, then his fingers join in. I want to touch him, to hold him in my hand while he does this, but the pleasure is so fierce that I can't even think straight. I grind down onto his face as he fucks me with his tongue, and then I glance down at him and watch as he strokes himself with his free hand.

He groans into me, and the vibration of the sound sends me into my first orgasm of the night. I keep my eyes on him as my body contracts around his tongue and his fingers, watching as his strokes become faster, more furious. As soon as my body calms enough for me to take control, I do.