Jordan couldn’t believe this was real. Chloe Kim—the same girl who slammed her door in his face yesterday, the same girl who made a living teasing thousands of guys online—was pulling him down onto her bed. Her hands traced fire across his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"What are you thinking about?" Chloe whispered against his neck.

"That this might be the best day of my life." Jordan slid his hands along the curve of her waist, marveling at how perfectly she fit against him.

"Such a sap." But she was smiling as she said it, her lips curving against his skin.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him down for a kiss that started slow and quickly turned hungry. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips before pushing inside, seeking and demanding in equal measure. Jordan matched her pace, his hands roaming over her body with increasing boldness.

When Chloe broke away, her chest heaved with rapid breaths. "Take off your pants."

"What?"

"Your pants." She tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. "I want them gone. Now."

"Demanding." Jordan sat back, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband. A flicker of nervousness shot through him—he’d never been naked with anyone before—but the heat in Chloe’s eyes burned away his hesitation.

He pushed the sweatpants down his hips, lifting slightly to slide them off completely. His boxers followed a moment later, leaving him completely exposed.

Chloe’s eyes went wide. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed, then opened again.

"Y-you were that big and still became single?"

Jordan couldn’t help but laugh at the genuine shock in her voice.

"It wasn’t exactly something that came up with Eliza."

Chloe shook her head, still staring. "That bitch really missed out." She let out a slightly nervous laugh. "Holy shit. I feel like I should be worried."

Heat flooded Jordan’s face. He hadn’t expected this reaction, and while part of him preened at her obvious appreciation, another part wanted to crawl under the blankets.

"Is it... too much?" The question slipped out before he could stop it.

Chloe’s eyes snapped up to his face. "Are you kidding me right now?" She pushed him flat on his back and moved between his legs, positioning herself on her hands and knees. "It’s perfect. You’re perfect."

She lowered her head, her blue-streaked hair falling forward like a curtain. Her breath ghosted over him, warm and tantalizingly close.

"I just need a moment to appreciate this." She traced one finger up his length, watching with fascination as it twitched in response. "Mmm."

Then she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip.

"Fuck!" Jordan’s back arched off the mattress.

Chloe grinned up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. She pursed her lips and blew a gentle stream of air across his sensitized skin, watching with undisguised delight as his entire body jerked in response.

"Fuckkk!" The word tore from his throat.

"Someone’s sensitive." Her voice was pure silk, low and teasing.

In that moment, she looked like every fantasy he’d ever had—hair slightly mussed, lips swollen from kisses, eyes dark with want. She was so damn sexy it almost hurt to look at her.

Jordan reached down, brushing his fingers across her cheek. "You’re incredible."

Her expression softened for just a moment before the devilish grin returned. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

She lowered her head again, this time extending her tongue to lap at a bead of moisture that had formed at his tip. "Mmm, salty," she murmured, her lips curved in a smile that sent jolts of electricity straight to his core.

"Fuck, Chloe." The words came out as a groan.

She took her time, exploring him with lips and tongue, occasionally glancing up to gauge his reactions. Her mouth was soft and wet and perfect, her tongue tracing patterns that left him gasping.

"You like that?" She didn’t wait for an answer, instead wrapping her lips around him and taking him deeper.

Jordan’s fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as pleasure built at the base of his spine.

Chloe hummed in satisfaction, the vibration adding a new dimension to the sensations overwhelming him. She worked him with surprising skill, alternating between shallow teasing and taking him deeper, her hand wrapped around what wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

Jordan had never felt anything like it. His whole body was a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to maintain control, to not embarrass himself by finishing too quickly.

But Chloe seemed determined to test his limits. She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction that had him seeing stars. Her free hand came up to cup and massage him, adding pressure that sent his head spinning.

"Chloe, I’m—" The warning caught in his throat as she increased her pace. "I’m going to—"

She made a noise that sounded like encouragement, taking him deeper still.

The pressure building inside him suddenly snapped. Jordan’s vision went white as his release tore through him with an intensity that bordered on pain. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

Chloe’s eyes went wide with surprise. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to swallow, but it was too much, too fast. She pulled back, coughing, tears springing to her eyes as she gasped for air.

But Jordan wasn’t done. Wave after wave crashed through him, completely beyond his control. His release painted streaks across her chin and chest, dripping down onto the bedsheets below.

"Fuck," Chloe wheezed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "How much can you cum? What the hell!"

Jordan couldn’t answer. He could barely breathe, let alone form coherent sentences. His entire body trembled with aftershocks, every muscle tense and then slack as the final pulses subsided.

"S-sorry," he finally managed, his voice ragged.

Chloe shook her head, laughing despite the mess. "Don’t apologize. That was... impressive." She looked down at herself, at the evidence of his release on her skin. "I just wasn’t expecting Mount Vesuvius."

Jordan grabbed his discarded t-shirt from the floor and handed it to her. "I didn’t know... I mean, I’ve never..."

Chloe paused in wiping herself clean, her expression shifting from amusement to surprise. "Wait. Are you saying that was your first...?"

Heat crawled up Jordan’s neck. "Um. Yes?"

"No way." Chloe sat back on her heels, studying his face. "You’re serious. How is that possible? Look at you!"

Jordan shrugged, suddenly self-conscious under her scrutiny. "I told you about Eliza. Before that, I was just... I don’t know. Not good with girls."

Chloe’s expression softened. She tossed his shirt aside and crawled up the bed to lie beside him, her body warm against his side. She propped herself up on one elbow, her free hand tracing patterns on his chest.

"So you’re telling me I just took your blowjob virginity?"

"You could put it that way, yeah."

"Hmm." She tapped her finger against his sternum, her expression thoughtful. "I feel like I should apologize for not making it more special or something."

Jordan laughed, the tension in his chest easing. "Trust me, it was special."

"Good." She leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Because I’ve got plans for what we do next."