Chapter 44 | Condoms Are for Overthinkers

The promise in her voice sent a renewed surge of heat through his body. Despite the intensity of his release, he could already feel interest stirring again.

"What kind of plans?"

Chloe smiled, the same smile he’d seen in her photos, the one that promised secrets and pleasure and things he couldn’t even imagine. But now it was real. For him. Not for subscribers or followers or likes. Just for Jordan.

"The kind that involve me showing you everything you’ve been missing." She shifted, throwing one leg over his hips to straddle him again. Her white shorts were the only thing she still wore, the fabric damp where she pressed against his stomach.

Jordan ran his hands up her thighs, feeling the goosebumps that rose under his touch. "I’d like that."

"Thought you might." She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she captured his mouth in a kis.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark and serious. "Just so we’re clear, I don’t do this."

"Do what?"

"This." She gestured between them. "I don’t bring guys to my apartment. I don’t let them see me. I definitely don’t do... what we just did."

Jordan’s heart stuttered in his chest. "Why me, then?"

Chloe bit her lip, seeming to search for the right words. "Because when I’m with you, I don’t feel like I have to perform."

Her honesty left him breathless. This girl who made her living performing for strangers was sitting here telling him that with him, she could just be herself.

"I like the real you," Jordan said softly. "A lot."

"Yeah?" Her voice was small, uncertain in a way he’d never heard before.

"Yeah." He reached up to tuck a strand of blue-streaked hair behind her ear. "I like that you watch horror movies even though they scare you. I like that you know every word to the Fairy Tail theme song. I like that you defend people you barely know when assholes make fun of them."

Chloe’s cheeks flushed pink. "Stop. You’re making me sound way better than I am."

"I’m just getting started." Jordan grinned. "I could list things all night."

"Or..." She rolled her hips, grinding against him in a way that made his breath catch. "You could show me instead."

Jordan’s brain finally caught up with his body. His hand shot out, catching Chloe’s hip before she could move any further.

"Wait."

Chloe froze, her eyes widening. "What’s wrong?"

"Condom." The word came out strangled. "I don’t have a condom."

Chloe blinked at him. Then her face split into the most amused smile he’d ever seen. "Pfft."

"What?"

"You’re so cute." She cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing his cheekbones. "If you don’t want to knock up my pretty pussy with your seed, then you better pull out, Jordan."

His entire brain short-circuited. Pretty pussy. Knock up. Seed. The words bounced around his skull like pinballs.

"I’m about to take your virginity." Chloe’s voice dropped lower, taking on that sultry edge that made his cock twitch against her stomach. "And I want to feel all of you. No barriers. Just you and me."

Jordan swallowed hard. His hands trembled against her hips. "You’re sure?"

"Very sure." She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around him. "Now stop overthinking and help me get these shorts off."

Jordan’s hands moved to the waistband of her white shorts. His fingers fumbled with the button, his coordination completely shot. Chloe laughed, lifting up enough to shimmy out of them herself. She tossed them somewhere behind her head.

Nothing underneath. Just smooth skin and the heat he could feel radiating from between her thighs.

"Fuck." The word escaped before he could stop it.

"That’s the plan." Chloe positioned herself over him, one hand braced on his shoulder while the other guided him to her entrance. "Ready?"

Jordan nodded, not trusting his voice.

Chloe lowered herself slowly. The first contact was electric, wet heat enveloping just the tip. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder.

"Ahh... you’re so big..."

Jordan’s hands gripped her hips, fighting every instinct that screamed at him to thrust upward. He let her set the pace, watching as she took him inch by inch. Her face scrunched up, a mixture of pleasure and concentration as she adjusted to his size.

"F-fuck," she breathed. "You’re splitting me in half..."

"Should I—"

"Don’t you dare stop." Chloe sank down further, her body stretching to accommodate him. "Nnngh... just need a second..."

Jordan’s entire world narrowed to the feeling of her around him. Hot. Tight. Perfect. His cock throbbed inside her, every nerve ending firing at once. The sensation was overwhelming, nothing like his hand, nothing like anything he’d ever imagined.

Chloe bottomed out with a sharp gasp. She sat fully impaled on him, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

"You okay?" Jordan’s voice came out rough.

"Yeah. Just... full." She laughed breathlessly. "So fucking full. You’re hitting everything."

Jordan couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his girth, and each tiny movement sent sparks racing up his spine.

"Not so high and mighty now, huh?" Chloe’s voice shook slightly but the teasing edge remained. "Can’t even form sentences."

"Give me a break. First time here."

"I know." She rolled her hips experimentally. "Mmm... that feels good..."

Jordan groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. The movement sent him deeper, dragging another whimper from Chloe’s throat.

"Can you sit up?" She asked, her voice breathy.

Jordan pushed himself upright, wrapping his arms around her waist. The new angle pressed them even closer together, his chest against hers, her breath hot against his neck.

"Like this?" He asked.

"Exactly like this." Chloe wound her arms around his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair. "Now move with me."

She lifted herself up slowly, her slick heat sliding along his length until just the tip remained inside. Then she sank back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Ahh!" The sound escaped her as a high-pitched cry.

Jordan’s hips jerked upward instinctively, meeting her downward movement. The combined force drove him impossibly deeper. Chloe’s back arched, pressing her breasts against his chest as she cried out again.

"Yes! Like that!"

They found a rhythm together. Chloe rising and falling while Jordan thrust up to meet her. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, punctuated by their ragged breathing and Chloe’s increasingly desperate moans.

"Hah... hah... Jordan..."

His name on her lips drove him wild. Jordan buried his face against her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin while his hands gripped her ass, helping guide her movements. Each time she came down, he thrust up harder, earning gasps and whimpers that sent his arousal spiraling higher.

"You feel so good," Chloe panted against his ear. "So deep... touching everything... ahh!"

Jordan captured her mouth in a kiss. She moaned into it, her tongue tangling with his as their pace increased. Sweat slicked their bodies, making each movement slide easier. Chloe’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples dragging across his chest.

"Jordan... I’m... hah... I’m close..."

"Me too." The confession came out as a growl. Pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with every stroke. "Fuck, Chloe..."

"Don’t stop. Please don’t stop." Her words dissolved into breathy moans. "Mmm... yes... right there... ahh!"