Infinite Cashback System

Chapter 382: 382 | Whatever the Water Damage Costs

He did not shut up. He kept working her nipples with methodical attention, alternating between gentle pressure and firmer pinches that made her hips jerk and her breathing turn ragged. Water sloshed around them in waves that matched the rhythm of her movements, spilling over the tub’s edge in quantities that would flood the bathroom if they kept this up for another ten minutes.

Chloe’s hands left his hair and traveled down his chest, her nails scraping lightly across his pectorals before continuing lower to trace the defined lines of his abs. The muscle definition that had taken six weeks of Maya’s brutal training program to carve out, and Chloe’s fingers mapped every ridge with the focused attention of someone conducting a thorough inventory.

"You got so hot," she breathed against his neck, her voice carrying a note of genuine surprise beneath the desire. "It’s disgusting."

"Thanks."

"I hate that other girls notice now." Her teeth found his collarbone and bit down hard enough to leave a mark, and Jordan’s vision whited out for half a second as pleasure and pain merged into a single overwhelming signal. "Isabella couldn’t stop looking at you."

Jordan’s brain tried to form a response about Isabella Rossi, teaching assistant and mother of one, who had looked at him like a dissertation topic waiting to be researched. The response died before reaching his mouth because Chloe’s hand wrapped around his cock beneath the water and squeezed with exactly the right pressure to make language impossible.

"Nngh," Jordan said eloquently.

Chloe smiled against his skin. Her hand began moving in long, slow strokes that coordinated with the gentle rock of her hips, and the dual stimulation threatened to end things before they properly started. Jordan’s hands left her breasts and found her ass, gripping hard enough to feel muscle and soft flesh compress beneath his palms.

"Don’t come yet," Chloe warned, her strokes speeding up in direct contradiction to the command. "I’m not done with you."

"Then stop—ah, fuck—stop doing that."

She did not stop. Her thumb swiped across the sensitive head of his cock on every upstroke, spreading the precum that leaked from him in steady pulses, and the slick glide of her hand combined with the hot water made every nerve ending light up like Christmas.

Jordan pulled her higher in his lap and shifted his hips down, changing the angle until his cock slid between her thighs and pressed against the slick heat of her pussy. No penetration yet. Just pressure and friction and the devastating knowledge that one small adjustment would seat her fully on him.

"Hah..." Chloe’s breath hitched and her forehead dropped to his shoulder. Her hand released him to brace against his chest, and she rocked forward with deliberate intent, grinding her clit against the underside of his shaft in movements that made her whole body shudder.

The water around them had gone turbulent. The jets contributed their steady pulse while their movements created waves that crashed against the tub’s sides and spilled over in a continuous waterfall that would absolutely flood the bathroom and potentially damage the room below. Jordan did not give a single fuck about property damage.

He kissed Chloe’s neck, tasting salt and chlorine and the faint sweetness of her body wash. His hands roamed her back, her sides, returning to her breasts to cup and squeeze and tease until she was panting against his shoulder and making soft desperate sounds that bypassed his ears and went straight to his cock.

"Jordan," she said, his name breaking into two syllables stretched thin with need. "I need—"

He knew what she needed. Jordan lifted her slightly, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, and positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her and she was wet, so wet that it had nothing to do with the bathwater and everything to do with the arousal that had been building since dinner when Isabella’s eyes tracked him across the table and Chloe’s hand had tightened on his thigh.

Chloe sank down in one smooth motion, taking him completely, and the feeling of her pussy gripping him knocked the air from Jordan’s lungs in a sharp exhale that echoed off the tiles. Tight and hot and perfect, her inner walls clenching around him with rhythmic pulses that matched her heartbeat.

"Fuck," Chloe gasped, and the profanity sounded foreign in her controlled voice. Her nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave crescents. "You’re so—mmm—big..."

Jordan gave her exactly three seconds to adjust before he began moving, lifting her and pulling her back down with steady rhythm that started slow and built momentum. Water splashed in violent waves. The jets continued their relentless pulse. Chloe’s moans climbed in pitch and volume, losing the carefully modulated control she brought to everything else and becoming raw sounds of pleasure that made Jordan’s balls tighten and his control fray.

"Harder," Chloe demanded, and Jordan obeyed because disobeying was not an option his body would accept. He slammed her down on his cock and she cried out, "Ah! Yes!" Her head fell back and her blue hair streak stuck to her neck in wet lines that Jordan wanted to bite.

The bathroom filled with sound. Wet skin slapping against wet skin. Chloe’s increasingly desperate moans. Jordan’s harsh breathing. The splash and slosh of water being displaced by their fucking. The suite beyond might as well have stopped existing. Kumiko could wake up and walk in and Jordan was not certain he could stop.

"Touch yourself," Jordan growled against Chloe’s ear, and she shuddered in his arms.

Her hand slipped between them to find her clit. The movements of her fingers made her pussy clench around him in irregular spasms that threatened to drag his orgasm out prematurely. Jordan gritted his teeth and held on through sheer stubbornness and the knowledge that Chloe would actually kill him if he came first.

"Close," Chloe panted. Her movements became erratic, riding him with no rhythm or coordination, just desperate seeking of the pleasure building in her core. "So close, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—"

Jordan kept the pace steady even as his muscles screamed and his cock throbbed with the need to come. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and bit down on the soft skin there, not hard enough to break but hard enough to leave a mark that would last days.

Chloe came with a sharp cry that cut off into breathless silence as her body locked and her pussy clamped down on him like a vice. Her orgasm rolled through her in waves he could feel, her inner walls fluttering and gripping him in pulses that finally shattered his control.

Jordan came hard, his vision going white as pleasure exploded up his spine and emptied him in long pulses that filled her with heat. His hands tightened on her hips hard enough to bruise and he groaned her name into her neck while aftershocks made his cock jerk inside her.

They stayed locked together while the water settled around them and their breathing slowly returned to normal. Chloe’s head rested on Jordan’s shoulder, her body completely boneless and her skin flushed pink from heat and exertion. Jordan’s hands gentled their grip, smoothing over the marks he had left on her hips with something approaching apology.

"I love you," Chloe said again, quieter this time, the words settling into the steam like a confession that could not be taken back.

Jordan kissed her temple and tasted chlorine and salt and something uniquely her that no amount of bathwater could wash away.

"I know," he said again, and this time Chloe laughed.

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