Alex lounged on the couch with his phone, scrolling through titles while Jordan sprawled beside him, legs tangled in a lazy way that always felt like an invitation. Okay, hit me with your latest m/m book recommendations, Jordan said, voice teasing. I need something filthy enough to keep me up all night.
Filthy, huh? Alex grinned, thumb pausing on a cover. Start with this onetwo rivals locked in a cabin during a blizzard. They spend the first half arguing, then the second half fucking against every wall. The dirty talk is nonstop. One guy keeps calling the other pretty boy while hes on his knees.
Jordan shifted closer, eyes bright. Sounds promising. Does the pretty boy give as good as he gets?
Better. He narrates everything hes about to do, real slow, until the other one is shaking. Youd love it. The scenes are long, detailed, no fade-to-black bullshit.
Read me a line, Jordan said, playful challenge in his tone. Come on, dont be shy.
Alex cleared his throat and read aloud, voice dropping low. Im going to open you up with my tongue until youre begging me to fill you.
Jordan laughed, but it came out breathy. Damn. Thats direct. Any more where that came from?
Plenty. Another one has this gym rivalry thingspotting each other, all sweaty, then one pins the other on the bench and rides him right there. The dialogue is all trash talk turned into orders. Take it deeper, show me how much you want this cock.
Jordans hand drifted to Alexs thigh, fingers tracing idle circles. Youre good at this recommending thing.
Keep going. Whats the one that made you actually squirm while reading?
Alex leaned in, voice turning conspiratorial. Theres this series where the two leads are professors. They argue about literature in seminars, then meet in empty classrooms after hours. One bends the other over a desk and fucks him while quoting poetry. Its hot because they keep talking the whole timeteasing, negotiating, describing exactly what theyre doing to each other.
Poetry and fucking. I like the combo, Jordan murmured. His palm pressed higher on Alexs leg. Would you ever do that? Talk me through it like those characters?
Depends. You want me to narrate while I touch you? Alexs grin widened, playful and wicked. Because I can. Right now. Tell me to start.
Jordans breath caught, but he played along. Start slow. Tell me what youre going to do first.
Alex turned fully toward him, one hand sliding up Jordans shirt. First Im going to kiss that smart mouth until you stop giving me book titles and start moaning my name. Then Ill get you out of these jeans, nice and easy, and wrap my hand around your cock. Stroke you while I describe every single thing Im planning to do next.
Jordan arched into the touch, already half-hard. Keep talking. Thats the best part.
After I get you dripping, Ill flip you over. Spread you open and eat you out until your legs shake. Youll be pushing back on my tongue, begging for more, and Ill tell you exactly how tight you feel and how good you taste. Then, when youre loose and desperate, Ill slide in slowinch by inchwhile I whisper how perfectly you take me.
Jordan groaned, pushing his hips forward. Fuck, Alex. Thats better than any recommendation. Do it. All of it.
They stripped with playful urgency, trading comments the whole time. Look at you, already leaking just from the dirty talk, Alex teased, gripping Jordans cock and giving one firm stroke. Bet youre imagining those professor scenes right now.
Imagining you doing it, Jordan shot back, reaching for Alex in return. Come on, less talking, more actionno, wait, more talking. Keep describing.
Alex laughed, low and warm, then maneuvered Jordan onto his stomach. He kissed down the line of his spine, murmuring every step. Spreading you now. God, youre gorgeous like this. Gonna lick right here His tongue followed the words, circling and pressing until Jordan cursed and pushed back.
The playfulness never left. Between licks and thrusts of his tongue, Alex kept up a running commentary. Youre clenching already. So greedy. Tell me how it feels.
Like I need your cock yesterday, Jordan panted, voice muffled in the cushion. Quit teasing and give it to me.
Alex slicked himself quickly, then lined up, pushing in with deliberate slowness while narrating. Taking me so well. Look at that stretch. Youre perfect around mehot, tight, pulling me deeper every time you breathe.
They moved together in a rhythm that stayed light and verbal. Jordan tossed teasing remarks over his shoulderHarder, professor, or are you all talk?and Alex answered by snapping his hips and growling praise. Hands roamed, positions shifted from stomach to riding, then back to Alex pounding into Jordan from behind while reaching around to stroke him in time.
When Jordan came, it was with Alexs name on his lips and a string of breathless curses. Alex followed seconds later, burying himself deep and groaning through it. They collapsed in a sweaty, laughing heap, trading lazy kisses and final book quips.
Next recommendation, Jordan said, still catching his breath, should involve a sequel. Same characters, round two, maybe with toys this time.
Alex grinned against his shoulder. Consider it added to the list. Well read it together.
