Chapter 64: 64 | Marking Territory [CASTLE BONUS]

Jordan’s pants hit the floor. His boxers followed seconds later.

Chloe’s eyes dropped. Widened. "Jesus—"

"Still here," Jordan said.

"I know I saw it last night but—" She looked up at him. "How is it bigger than I remember?"

"Pretty sure it’s the same size."

"It’s not. I swear it’s not."

Jordan laughed. "Physics says otherwise."

"Fuck physics."

She reached for him. Her hand wrapped around his length. Warm fingers. Firm grip.

"Ahhh—" Jordan’s hips jerked forward.

Chloe stroked him once. Twice. Her thumb swiped across the tip.

"Nn—" The sound ripped from Jordan’s throat.

"Sensitive," Chloe observed.

"You’re—fuck—you’re touching my dick. What do you expect?"

"Fair point."

She released him. Hooked her fingers in her leggings instead. Lifted her hips and shimmied the fabric down her legs.

No underwear.

Again.

Jordan’s brain flatlined.

"You never wear anything under those," he said.

"Panty lines ruin the aesthetic." Chloe kicked her leggings off the bed. Spread her legs slightly. "Problem?"

"Opposite of a problem."

"Then get up here."

Jordan climbed onto the bed. Positioned himself between her thighs.

The view was perfect. Chloe naked beneath him. Her dark hair spread across white pillows. The blue streak vivid against the fabric. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Her nipples peaked and begging for attention.

Lower down, between her legs, she was already slick.

Ready.

Jordan’s mouth watered.

"You’re staring," Chloe said.

"I’m appreciating."

"Appreciate faster."

Jordan leaned down. Kissed her slow and deep. Let his tongue sweep against hers. Let his hands roam across her skin.

Her shoulders. Her arms. The curve of her waist. The soft skin of her inner thighs. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Chloe moaned into his mouth. "Mmm—"

Jordan broke the kiss. Moved lower. Pressed his lips to her throat. Found her pulse point and sucked.

"Ah—" Chloe’s back arched.

Jordan sucked harder. Let his teeth scrape against tender skin.

"You’re gonna leave a mark," Chloe gasped.

"That’s the plan."

"People will see—"

"Good."

Jordan moved lower. Kissed across her collarbone. Down to the valley between her breasts.

He cupped one breast with his hand. Kneaded the soft flesh. Brushed his thumb across her nipple.

Chloe’s breathing hitched. "Oh—"

Jordan lowered his mouth. Took her nipple between his lips. Sucked gently.

"Fuck—" Chloe’s hands flew to his hair. Tugged hard.

Jordan increased the suction. Let his tongue flick across the peaked bud. Let his teeth graze just enough to make her squirm.

"Jordan—ahh—"

Her hips rolled up against him. Her core pressed hot and wet against his stomach.

Jordan released her nipple with a soft pop. Moved to the other breast. Gave it the same attention.

Chloe’s moans filled the loft. High and breathy and uncontrolled.

"God—Jordan—that feels—nnh—"

Jordan pulled back. Looked at her chest. Both nipples were red and swollen. Glistening with his saliva.

Beautiful.

He leaned down again. Pressed open-mouthed kisses across the soft swell of her breast. Found a spot just above her nipple and sucked hard.

Chloe’s entire body jerked. "What are you—"

"Marking you," Jordan said against her skin.

"Why?"

"Because you’re mine."

The possessive statement made something flare in Chloe’s eyes. Heat. Want. Agreement.

"Then I’m marking you back," she said.

Before Jordan could respond, Chloe’s hands pushed at his shoulders. Shoved him onto his back.

She followed immediately. Straddled his hips. Settled her weight on top of him with her slick core pressed directly against his length.

"Fuck—" Jordan’s hips bucked.

"My turn," Chloe said.

She leaned down. Pressed her lips to his throat. Kissed down to his collarbone. Across his chest.

Her mouth found his nipple. Sucked.

"Shit—" Jordan’s hands flew to her waist.

Chloe’s teeth scraped against the sensitive bud. Her tongue flicked across it.

Jordan’s brain turned to white noise.

She moved to the other side. Gave his other nipple the same treatment. Then shifted lower.

Kissed down the center line of his abs. Traced the ridges with her tongue. Pressed her lips to the V that pointed down toward his—

"Chloe—"

She looked up at him. Her dark eyes met his hazel ones. "Yeah?"

"You don’t have to—"

"I want to."

She shifted lower. Her breath ghosted across his length.

Jordan’s entire body went rigid.

Chloe’s hand wrapped around him again. Stroked once. Twice. Her thumb circled the tip.

"Ahh—fuck—"

She leaned down. Pressed a kiss to the head of his cock.

Jordan’s vision went white.

Chloe’s mouth opened wider. Took him inside. Hot and wet and perfect.

"Oh god—"

She sank lower. Took more of him. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his length.

Jordan’s hands fisted in the sheets. His hips wanted to thrust up but he forced them still.

Chloe pulled back slowly. Her lips dragged along his length. Created suction that made Jordan’s toes curl.

"Fuck—Chloe—"

She did it again. Took him deeper this time. Her throat constricted around the head.

"I’m gonna—if you keep—"

Chloe pulled off with a wet pop. "Not yet."

"Then stop doing that."

"I like doing it."

"I like it too but I’ll come in like two seconds."

Chloe’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. "We can’t have that."

She shifted back up his body. Positioned herself over his hips. Her hands pressed against his chest for balance.

Jordan’s hands found her waist. "You sure?"

"Very sure."

She reached between them. Wrapped her hand around his length. Positioned him at her entrance.

Then she sank down.

Slow. So fucking slow.

"Ohh—" Chloe’s head fell back.

Jordan watched his length disappear inside her inch by inch. Watched her body stretch to accommodate him.

"Fuck—you feel—" Jordan couldn’t finish the sentence.

Chloe bottomed out. Sat fully seated on his lap with him buried completely inside her.

They both froze. Breathed hard. Adjusted.

"You’re so deep," Chloe gasped.

"You’re so tight."

"We fit perfectly."

"Yeah we do."

Chloe’s hands pressed harder against his chest. She lifted her hips slowly. Rose until only the tip remained inside. Then sank back down.

"Ahh—"

Jordan’s grip on her waist tightened. His fingers dug into soft flesh.

Chloe did it again. Found a rhythm. Up and down. Slow and steady.

"Jordan—"

"Yeah?"

"Touch me."

Jordan’s hands moved. One stayed on her waist to guide her movements. The other slid up her stomach. Cupped her breast. Kneaded the soft flesh.

"Mmm—" Chloe’s pace increased slightly.

Jordan’s thumb found her nipple. Circled it. Pinched gently.

"Fuck—" Chloe’s inner walls clenched around him.

Jordan groaned. His hips thrust up to meet her next downward stroke.

"Oh god—" Chloe’s rhythm faltered.

Jordan did it again. Thrust up hard as she sank down. The angle made him hit somewhere deep inside her.

"Right there—" Chloe gasped. "Jordan—right there—"