being desirable

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son

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Chapter 5: being desirable

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“I wasn’t meant to be born into the world sexy and desirable…not like you,” Jordan murmured giving him a sidelong glance.

“Me?”

“Don’t be naïve, you know how you look! You have all the girls and hell even some of the guys falling for your ass because you’re gorgeous and hot and act all mysterious and angry. You’re the hottest guy here,” Jordan ranted and stopped feeling his cheeks flush with colour when he realised what his mouth had spouted out. “Oh my god, ignore that, please ignore that.”

“I don’t think I want to,” Derrick murmured softly leaning forward and into his personal space.

“I’m drunk, so, so drunk, and you smell so good,” Jordan muttered and cursed his mouth, his words, and everything he held dear to look at his lips. “It’s nice, musky, but not overwhelming like – like in your face and choking me. It’s so good and your mouth looks awesome.”

“Stiles, shut up,” Derrick murmured meeting his eyes.

“I told you I talked a lot, like so much, my dad bought ear plugs once and put them in when I was talking and just nodded his head along with me. My dad would murder me if he knew I was here, they all tell me to stay away but…here I am,” Jordan murmured turning his head to look away from him and picking up the bottle with a shaky hand to drink it. “I think I burnt my throat away. Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, I know you from afar, annoying, talkative, tiresome, but you’re a lot more than I imagined.”

“How much more?”

Jordan squeaked embarrassingly when Derrick grabbed his wrist yanking him till he was near enough straddling his thighs and waist. His stomach was doing flips meaning he was either excited or about to vomit all over his pretty face.

“You called yourself unattractive before, you’re wrong,” Derrick muttered trailing his fingers slowly up his right thigh.

It tickled in the right way when he stifled the groan threatening to come out. It was the surrealist thing when he was here in his lap when he should be at home sleeping alone or masturbating.

He knew where he’d rather me though and placed two hands on Derrick’s shoulders when the fingers crept higher pushing under his top to the pale skin underneath.

Jordan was also ninety nine per cent sure that the alcohol was affecting them both and the half empty bottle of whiskey was a witness of that.

The small whimper that escaped his lips was the result when Derrick scratched his nails down his stomach slowly and his cock took a great interest when it hardened.

“Oh my god,” Jordan whispered aching to kiss him when Derrick trailed his hands up his chest and back, his nails pressing into skin hard enough to leave red trails that stung a little in the aftermath.

Derrick watched him with wide open eyes looking much more control then he was when he leaned into him and stared at his lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered urgently.

“Maybe one day,” Derrick whispered in return moving his hand up to press his fingers against his lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jordan muttered feeling confused and dizzy when he removed his fingers slowly stroking down his neck.

Derrick didn’t reply to his frustration and carefully moved his fingers down him so he shuddered shaking his head.

“Don’t tease me, don’t fucking tease me,” Jordan warned gripping the back of his neck and moaned desperately when Derrick surged up kissing him hard.

His lips were soft but insistent against his when they moved against it each other.

Derrick’s tongue pressed into his mouth when it deepened in the best way. It was the wet hot heat he needed when Derrick shifted licking and biting into his mouth when he flipped them.

Jordan back hit the sofa with a muffled groan against his lips when he opened his mouth wider needing to be kissed within an inch of his life.

Derrick’s body was warm, solid, and a constant pressure in between his thighs when they parted for breath. His cock ached within his jeans, desperate for touch and release but was for now ignored when Derrick coaxed him back into it.

His stubble burnt against his cheeks in the best way and he swore loudly when Derrick trailed his lips down his jaw before nosing at his neck. Jordan wasn’t drunk enough to not realise what was going on and hissed in pleasure and pain when Derrick sucked a mark into his pale skin.

His teeth and tongue stroking over the mark and Jordan wasn’t about to let him have all the fun when he shoved at his shoulders. Derrick moved in surprise and Jordan smirked against his neck when he moaned low when Derrick bit into the skin hard.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, should we be doing this?” Jordan whispered breathlessly when Derrick kissed his throat.

“Jordan, shut up,” Derrick muttered kissing him hard and silencing him instantly. His stomach churned inside of him when he slid his hands into his hair gripping it tight and pulled away panting.

“You’re an amazing kisser, like seriously,” he whispered rocking his hips against him and groaning louder when his cock protested. “But you know what’ll be better? The bed.”

The lights in Derrick’s eyes were flamed when he seemed to agree pulling Jordan arms around his neck before lifting him up.

Jordan swore against his lips when his hands gripped his ass tight when he carried him to the bed dropping him on it.

“That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to –” Jordan muttered only to be cut off by Derrick’s lips insistent on shutting him up.

His fingers worked at his jeans when he yanked them down hard before stroking over his clothed cock slowly. Jordan jerked against them biting into his bottom lip till he tasted Derrick’s blood and gripped his hips.

“Oh god, touch me, please, Derrick,” he pleaded thrusting them towards him eagerly.

Derrick’s smirk constant when he pulled his jeans all the way down so his legs were free. Jordan watched when he spread his thighs wider and trailed his nose down his groin slowly.

“Do you want me to suck you?”

“Oh my god,” Jordan breathed closing his eyes and attempting to get a clear head and not feel sicker than he felt. “Yes, I want your mouth, your tongue, your stupid hands, anything!”

Derrick huffed a laugh against his inner thigh when he kissed down one of them before hooking his fingers into the band of his underwear pulling them down.

Jordan closed his eyes desperately when Derrick made a small sound above him, his fingers stroking the underside of his cock so he jumped and hissed. His feet planted into the mattress when Derrick replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue licking upwards till he reached the head.

“Fuck, Derrick!” Jordan shouted when Derrick swirled his tongue over the head sucking the pre-come cooling there. He knew he was being loud, he couldn’t help it, and he whimpered when Derrick’s other hand caressed his balls.

The warm wet feeling of his mouth covered his cock when Derrick sucked him down, his head cleverly bobbing, and it only hit him when he clenched the pillow underneath his head that he was halfway losing his virginity.

This was oral sex and the reality of it made his eyes flash open when he realised.

His sexual stamina wasn’t very good and it wasn’t long before his orgasm reached its peak and he cried out coming into his mouth. His back arching off the bed for a good couple of seconds when Derrick swallowed him till he was satisfied and breathing hard on the sheets.

Jordan looked down at Derrick who came off him slowly licking him clean until he whined about his sensitivity.

“What about you?” Jordan murmured when Derrick hovered over him kissing him softly this time. His lips were salty with the remnants of his come and it should be disgusting but it wasn’t. It was arousing in the best way.

“I’m good,” Derrick murmured staring into his eyes before rolling onto his back next to him.

Jordan’s eyes burnt with tiredness from the alcohol when he rolled to the side to get his underwear and pulled them on.

There was silence when they lay together and something niggled in the back of Jordan’s mind when his eyes drifted closed but he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

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TBC