Chapter 2

Alex tossed Jordan onto the king-sized bed like they weighed nothing. The mattress dipped under their weight as he crawled over them, eyes dark with fresh hunger. His cock was already half-hard again, still slick from Jordan’s mouth and their combined release.

“You’re going to ruin my fucking life,” he muttered, but there was no real regret in his voice — only raw need. He spread Jordan’s legs wide, hooking one over his shoulder, and dragged the thick head of his cock through the mess leaking from their pussy.

Jordan smirked up at him, still breathless. “Good. Then ruin mine right back.”

He pushed back inside in one long, smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The wet, filthy sound of his cum being pushed deeper made them both groan. This time Alex didn’t fuck them like he was in a hurry. He rolled his hips slow and deep, grinding against Jordan’s clit with every stroke, savoring the way their walls fluttered around him.

“Fuck… you feel even better filled with my load,” he growled, leaning down to bite their neck, sucking another dark mark. “Look at you. Legs spread for a married man who just lied to his wife while still inside you.”

Jordan’s fingers dug into his back, nails scratching red lines down his skin. “Harder, Alex. I want bruises. I want to feel you for days.”

He gave them exactly what they asked for.

His pace quickened, turning punishing. The bed creaked loudly as he drove into them again and again, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with their moans. He pinned Jordan’s wrists above their head with one hand while the other played with their nipples, pinching and tugging until they were whimpering.

Every thrust pushed more of his cum out around his cock, dripping onto the sheets. The sight made something primal snap inside him. Alex pulled out, flipped Jordan onto their stomach, yanked their hips up, and slammed back in from behind.

“Ass up,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let me see how well you take me.”

Jordan obeyed, arching their back deeply, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Alex fucked them harder, one hand fisting their hair, the other slapping their ass sharply, leaving red handprints. The sting only made Jordan moan louder, pushing back greedily.

“You love this, don’t you?” Alex panted. “Being my dirty little secret. Knowing I’m supposed to be faithful but I’d rather pump load after load into you instead.”

“Yes— fuck yes,” Jordan gasped, voice breaking. “I’m your whore tonight. Use me.”

The dirty words sent fire through both of them. Alex reached around and rubbed their clit fast and rough while pounding deep. Jordan came again with a muffled scream into the pillow, body shaking violently, pussy gushing around his cock.

Alex didn’t stop. He fucked them through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself deep and came for the second time, flooding them with even more cum. He collapsed over Jordan’s back, both of them slick with sweat, breathing hard.

For several long minutes they just lay there, his softening cock still nestled inside them.

Then reality started creeping back in.

Alex slowly pulled out and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. His wedding ring caught the lamplight again. He twisted it absently, jaw tight.

“Sarah thinks I’m reviewing blueprints,” he said quietly, guilt flickering in his voice for the first time. “She made dinner. I told her I’d be home by ten.”

Jordan turned onto their side, tracing a finger down Alex’s chest, through the light sheen of sweat. “And yet here you are… still hard for me.” Their hand drifted lower, wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly, coaxing him back to full hardness. “One more time. Then you can go play perfect husband.”

Alex groaned, hips twitching into their fist. “You’re dangerous.”

“You like it.” Jordan straddled him, guiding his cock back inside their cum-soaked heat in one smooth motion. They started riding him slowly, rolling their hips in sinful circles. “Tell me how much tighter I am than her.”

“Fuck… so much tighter,” Alex admitted, hands gripping their hips, helping them move faster. “So much wetter. Greedier.”

Jordan rode him harder, hands braced on his chest, breasts bouncing with every bounce. Alex sat up, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while meeting their thrusts. The new position made him hit even deeper. Their moans filled the room again — loud, shameless, addictive.

They came together this time, Jordan clenching around him as he spilled deep inside for the third time that night.

Afterward, they lay tangled in the ruined sheets, the room smelling of sex and sweat. Alex checked his phone — it was almost midnight.

“I have to go,” he said, voice rough. But he didn’t move. Instead, he pulled Jordan closer, kissing them slow and deep, like he couldn’t get enough.

Jordan smiled against his lips. “Same time next week?”

Alex hesitated, thumb brushing over their swollen bottom lip. “Yeah… same time.”

He finally dragged himself out of bed and started dressing. Jordan watched him, cum still leaking slowly down their thighs, a satisfied glow on their face.

As Alex buttoned his shirt, his phone buzzed again. This time it was a text from Sarah:

**Sarah:** *Everything okay? You’ve been gone a long time. I’m worried.*

Jordan noticed the way Alex’s shoulders tensed. They crawled across the bed, still naked, and pressed against his back, whispering in his ear while their hand slid down to cup him through his pants.

“Tell her you’re fine… then come back to bed for five more minutes.”

Alex’s breath hitched. His fingers hovered over the reply button.