ADULT EXCERPT

Confident that Aldie had control of the situation, Breed stepped back to undress. He removed two tubes from his jacket pocket, tossed them on a nearby chair, and finished taking off his clothes.

He coated his cock with a gel that solidified on contact and then used the other cream to moisten his penis. He put both containers on the table and moved up behind Jordon, creating a sandwich effect.

He pressed Jordon back against his frame and raked his fingertips roughly over Jordon’s chest, occasionally pinching his nipples. He slipped his hand down between their bodies, cupped Jordon’s ass, and slickened his tunnel with the remainder of the lubricant on his fingers.

Without giving a warning, he pushed past the sphincter entrance and invaded Jordon with two fingers. He buried his hand up to the knuckles and paused, feeling Jordon’s muscles had clenched. 

“Ouch.” Jordon groaned.

“A little pain before pleasure,” Breed said.

Jordon gasped and clutched Breed’s hand in a motion that said stop.

Breed didn’t quit, but slowed down. He whispered in Jordon’s ear. “Preparation is everything when virgin territory is involved. It’s going to be a little uncomfortable at first, but worth it to get this ass ready. You want to be fucked, don’t you, Jordon?” He massaged, flexed, scissoring, widening the opening, before penetrating deeper.

 “I-I…think so.”

“Yeah, you do. Max,” Aldie said, using Breed’s undercover name, “he wants it because I could feel his cock twitch when you breeched his ass.” Aldie worked a finger inside Jordon, joining Breed’s two, and both started finger-fucking the snug orifice, commanding it to loosen up.

Jordon started taking short, quick breaths. A blast of air escaped as Breed and Aldie quickened the pace, plundering greedily, distending the hole.

When Jordon’s head fell back against Breed’s shoulder, his eyelids fluttered, he returned to what he was doing.

“Aldie likes his mouth fucked. Don’t hold back.” Breed raked his teeth over Jordon’s shoulder. His fingers went deeper, moved faster, working with a hedonistic beat inside Jordon’s ass as Aldie sucked with the same intensity.

“Ahhh—” Short burst released. Jordon started panting. His hips started rocking, pumping, harder and faster.

“That’s it, Jordon, fuck that sweet mouth,” Breed said. “Come for me.”

As if on cue, sparred by Breed’s heated instructions and his finger hitting the male G-spot, Jordon let go.

Jordon grunted, bowled over, and came in a rush.

Breed stepped back, picked up Jordon before the man crumpled, and carried him over to the bed. He tossed him down and landed on top of him, pinning Jordon to the mattress.

“Customer satisfaction. That’s what I like. What do you like, Jordon?” Breed asked. He really didn’t care but wanted to know where his head was at.

He noticed the mirror positioned on the wall facing the bed. Breed couldn’t know for sure if someone put it there for a reason or if it was solely for decoration, but regardless, he intended to use it.

“I like to watch,” Jordon said.

Breed’s smile was wolfish. “Really? That’s not half as fun as participating, but it’s your time.” He turned to Aldie. “Jordon wants to watch.”

Aldie quickly stripped out of his clothing. He blinked to activate the recorder implant behind his eyelids and then joined Breed on the bed.

Breed wasn’t into voyeurism, but he reminded himself this was an assignment. He rested his butt on his heels, stretched his arms behind him, locked his elbows, and watched Aldie go down on him.

Jordon raised up, shifted, so he could see. “Wow, you’re huge. How does he take it all without gagging?”

“Practice makes perfect,” Breed said.

 Jordon seemed to be enthralled watching Aldie suck his cock, so Breed let him enjoy the show. But, after a minute, he decided to change things up because the idea was to get intel on Jordon, not show how great Aldie gave head.

Breed removed Jordon’s hand that was busy between his thighs.

“What?” Jordon asked. He looked up at Breed, puzzled.

Breed didn’t bother to respond. He caught Jordon around the waist, lifted him effortlessly, and turned until he was in the desired position. He raised Jordon to his knees, stretched his thighs by putting his hips between the slender thighs, and then bent him slightly forward.

Jordon’s voice quivered. “Is this going to hurt?”

“Yes.” Breed captured Jordon’s throat and forced him to look into the mirror. He dropped his tone an octave, murmuring, “Look, Jordon…I want you to see who’s fucking your ass.”

Jordon stared at Breed’s reflection, then his eyelids closed, a low groan emitted before he whimpered.

“Watch me. See how good you can take it,” Breed said. He waited until Jordon opened his eyes. Then he gripped his hips, pressed forward, rotated against the tight portal until he felt it had slackened sufficiently.

“A little burn…” Breed rocked his hips forward, burying the head of his cock in Jordon’s reluctant ass. He waited a scant second and then forged ahead, thrusting deep, sending his cock riding high.

 “Ouch—that did hurt.”

“That’s because you’re thinking too much,” Aldie said. He positioned himself in front of Jordon and went down on his knees. “What you need is a distraction.” Aldie licked his tongue along Jordon’s penis, teased the head, nibbled at the thick ridge until the cock stiffened. He took him to the back of his throat and started rubbing the crown back and forth against the roof of his mouth.

Jordon started squirming, wiggling about, making it difficult for Breed to keep his hold. His cock slipped out, but Breed eased back inside Jordon, penetrating again. He held Jordon still, worked the full length of his penis in and out of the snug fit, plunging…continuously riding the tight ass.