Chapter 34

“Any other objections?” Beck whispered softly when he released the skin between his lips.

Jordan gripped his hair hard, and Beck raised his gaze to look right into Jordan’s eyes. The pupils were blown, the brown swallowed up by black as he stared right at Beck. A wicked smile bloomed on Beck’s mouth. If Jordan was too turned on to avert his gaze, then Beck was doing the job right.

“Fuck me. Hard and fast.” Jordan pushed Beck off him with a strength he hadn’t yet shown, and then grabbed Beck’s hand to drag him down the hall. Beckett was more than willing, and he ended up plastered to Jordan’s back, urging Jordan to move faster.

Clothes came off in a flurry as each undressed himself. Beckett knocked the bottle of lube off the end table in his hurry to grab it, and he growled out a curse as he bent to retrieve it. When he turned back around, Jordan had stretched out face down, his feet on the floor, ass in the air.

Beckett gave a groan of approval.