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“Nervous?” Jordan asks her.
The gentle prodding snaps through her thick anxious energy
She doesn’t answer, just pushes back, “Is this what gets you off? “Me standing here naked and uncomfortable in front of you? That’s what turns you on?”
Jordan grins. “A little bit.”
She scoffs, tries to step back, but Jordan grabs her wrist
“Moreau,” Jordan says, all trace of humor gone, their gaze serious. “Everything about you turns me on. I’m just checking in with you.”
She says nothing, just looks down at them through the thick fan of her eyelashes
It’s this.
This soft, unguarded look that keeps wrecking them.
It is the most dangerous thing about her. It bypasses all their rules.
This is the look that had brought her here tonight.
Jordan doesn’t do sleepovers. They don’t do cuddling, the shared silence, the intimate drift into sleep. Jordan had fucked and been fucked all over this room, but never let anyone stay the night.
Trying to navigate that kind of intimacy was messy in a way Jordan tried their best to avoid.
They hate not knowing where they stand with people, hate the constant second-guessing that comes with these type of dynamics that would inevitably leave them sitting on the ground, arguing in circles with themselves (or worse Maverick) about whether somebody liked them back, whether they liked them in the same way, whether any of it actually meant anything or if Jordan had just invented an entire emotional subplot out of eye contact and poor decisions.
Kink practices were easier for them. Cleaner. There are structures that made sense - conversations where people say exactly what they want and exactly what they mean.
Jordan likes knowing the shape of something before stepping into it.
But Marie, and those pretty brown eyes, those were shapes that seemed to have not end, no edges.
She had looked so panicked, a baby deer in headlights upon hearing her roommate’s noisy fucking through the door.
And they felt left with no choice. Seeing her like that, still wrapped in their suit jacket, Jordan had wanted to wrap her up in blankets, in their arms. Give her somewhere soft and warm to land for the night.
So they invited her back here.
Didn’t push. Didn’t flirt.
And when she ended up in their arms
She had fit perfectly.
And they didn’t care what any of it meant.
Decided they’d deal with it in the morning - hoped for this pulling, whatever it was to end by then.
Then she initiated sex.
God. The feelings that flooded them.
Their mind drifts back.
To the sounds she’d tried to hide - those little choked gasps when they’d angled the strap just right. The faces she’d fought not to make, her lips pressed tight, her eyebrows knitting together, then smoothing out in a wave of pleasure she couldn’t contain. They were glad they’d tied her arms. It meant she couldn’t cover her mouth, couldn’t shield her expressions. They got to see it all.
The need to be inside her, to hear her, to feel her clench around them… is overwhelming.
They hadn’t intended to be so … vocal about how lust/crazed she drove them, but they couldn’t control it.
It did have its benefits - they were asking Marie to fall apart. Surrendering in this way felt intolerable to her, every instinct screamed against it. Pushing her to think less about her body as her own for her to manage and control and more as theirs to please and be pleased with, helps to soften these impulses. They decide to focus on the strategy of it, ignoring the deeper drives that resulted in their stream of possessive praise.
She’s still looking down at them with those pretty brown eyes. Jordan pull sher down to straddle their lap. Then, without preamble, they shove three fingers inside her, groaning desperately at the feel.
It’s a swift, deep penetration.
Marie gasps, her body arching at the sudden fullness. Their fingers go in to the knuckle, spreading her open. But they don’t move, they just hold there.
Marie moans, a ragged sound she can’t contain.
Jordan finds her neck with their mouth. They kiss the sweat slick skin there, open mouthed - then suck, hard enough to leave a mark they can’t help but take a moment to admire.
Their lips trail down, over her collarbone, to grasp her left nipple. Marie’s response is immediate, total. Her head falls back as a small, choked sound escapes her. Jordan feels the vibration of it through their own chest. They roll the nipple with their tongue, then release it with a soft pop before moving to the other.
Marie’s body jolts, a small, involuntary flinch of pleasure. Her hips try to press down, to grind against their stationary fingers, but Jordan’s grip on her waist becomes iron, immobilizing her.
“Ah-ah,” they murmur against her skin. Her nipple still loosely in their mouth. “Stay. Just take what I’m giving you.”
They’re still playing mind games with her. Now?
But Marie has no more time to think about the unreasoanableness of their demand, because Jordan hand releases their grip on her waist and grabs on to the back of her neck. They start to kiss her.
Their mouth is hungry and demanding and insistent. But inside her, they remain utterly motionless. Their fingers don’t move. They stay inside her, a relentless, filling pressure that makes her ache for more.
Jordan’s stillness is maddening, a calculated tease that amplifies every sensation. Marie can feel the fullness, the way her body pulses around them, begging for movement. But Jordan just holds them there, unmoving. Their focus exclusively on kissing her like it’s the only thing that matters.
Marie tries to move her hips, a small rock forward, seeking friction, movement, something. But Jordan’s hand quickly returns to her waist holding her firm, preventing it.
“I said don’t move,” they murmur against her lips. “Just sit with it. Feel the want.” They instruct her.
Marie reluctantly obeys while Jordan keeps kissing her - deep, slow, exploring, their fingers remaining a tantalizing and maddening plug inside her.
When her body starts to tremble from the restraint, Jordan hums in approval. They break the kiss and whisper into the space between their mouths,“So good Moreau. Holding still for me. Doing so well.”
They move on. Kissing her neck . “You’re so pretty,” they murmur in to her skin, words vibrating against her throat. “So fucking pretty. And you feel… God, you feel impossible. I can’t believe how wet you are.”
Jordan’s fingers shift briefly inside her before stilling again - a subtle adjustment that sends a line of pleasure straight through her . Marie whimpers. It’s almost unbearable. This stretch is a constant, infuriating reminder of what could be. Their words and soft kisses are completely scrambling her brain.
She feels like she is about to come apart - so she searches for a retort, a provocation, anything that might get Jordan to keep moving inside her, when suddenly, she feels a change in their body underneath her. The contours of their chest flatten and broaden. Their arm around her gains a more roped strength. The fingers inside her grow longer.
Marie’s eyes drift down. Now between her legs, she sees it. Jordan’s cock, fully erect, up against the hard plane of their stomach. It’s thick, the head is broad and flushed and already glistening.
She swallows and looks back up.
Jordan is already staring at her face.
“Do you want it?”
Their question is simple, brutal.
“Do you want me inside you?”
They ask her slowly.
“Like this?”
Marie’s mouth opens, then closes. She looks from Jordan’s face to their dick. She immediately realizes they can feel how her inner muscles, still wrapped around their fingers, have just fluttered in response.
There’s no use denying it.
“Yes” she confesses.
She sees Jordan’s cock react instantaneously - a full hard throb that lifts it slightly from their stomach. They take two heartbeats then exhale loudly through their nose as they slowly withdraw from her. The sensation feels like a loss, but Marie stifles the disappointed huff in her throat.
She looks down and their fingers are gleaming with her want. For a second she distantly wonders if they’re going to put them in her mouth again. But instead, Jordan indulgently smears her wetness around the head of their cock groaning at the sensation. Seemingly caught up in the feel, they thrust up a little into their fist, utterly desperate to rub against the traces of her.
Marie squirms at the sight - but it’s frustratingly dissatisfying. There’s nothing inside her nor anything close enough to rub up against - just the charged air between her legs that are straddled wide over Jordan’s muscular thighs.
She stops when she sees the movement catch Jordan’s eye. Her face starting to flush. But, thankfully her fruitless motions have served to bring their focus back to the task at hand.
Marie watches on curiously as Jordan steadies her. Then leans over to reach in to a nearby drawer - their other hand closing around a small, foil-wrapped square.
“Oh.. you don’t need to ..”
Jordan’s hand stops. Their gaze lifts to hers - sharp, questioning.
Her eyes drop, then force themselves back up. “I’m on… birth control. Everyone from Red River… It was .. standard.. And my… my powers. I can sense… things. In blood. I’m “clean” so to speak, you are too. If you… if you wanted to. You could…We could…” She trails off, the implication hanging in the air.
Jordan’s body doesn’t move. Their face doesn’t change. But Marie sees it. The way the black of their eyes swallow the brown. The way their cock somehow grows even more rigid. The muscle flexing along the edge of their jaw.
This newly presented option has clearly hit them with a force they are fighting to control.
For a long moment, Jordan just stares at her. Then, slowly, they pull their hand back - letting it rest on their thigh, fingers curling into a tight fist.
Finally, they nod.
“Ok.” Jordan says, “If you want it,” their voice gravely with effort, “you have to take it.”
“What?” Marie asks, startled.
“If you want me inside you, you’re going to put me inside you”Jordan says as they lean back slightly from her face.
Somehow all that urgency they had mere moments ago has now sharpened into something else. They’re looking at her with this maddening expression, half smug challenge, half genuine curiosity, like they want to see whether she’ll actually do it. Like she’s too meek or timid to carry out the act.
They’re so reliably irritating.
She hasn’t had much experience with sex, but she’s not some sheltered goody-two-shoes. Red River was cut off from the real world in a lot of ways, but it still had messy hookups spilling through shared bedrooms and cramped hallways.
True, Marie never really involved herself in any of it.
But that had been a choice.
She’d been focused on getting stronger. Better. Every ounce of energy she had went toward surviving long enough to become exceptional.
She knows that sometimes her single-minded focus can make her seem a little naïve or just a little different from her peers - like when she’s still somehow shocked by Emma casually mentioning that she wants a threesome, even though it’s probably the thirty-seventh time she’s said it.
Or when they’d both stared open mouth in awe at Luke’s practice fight in the stadium, but Emma had been transfixed by his flaming uncut cock while she was dreaming about his enviable number one ranking.
Different priorities. That’s all. Doesn’t mean she’s … skittish about sex.
But here’s Jordan looking at her skeptically, as if she’s not the same person who was literally sucking their strap a little bit ago.
They interrupt her silent rant, just to infuriate her more with their teasing tone, "Look, I just figured if you can take your own orgasm for yourself,” a smirk touching their lips, “you could take my dick for yourself too. But I guess I was wrong.”
Marie eyes widen, irritation flaring hot and fast in her chest. Her fingers, which had been resting on their shoulders, dig into the muscle there as she lifts herself us.
She’s now open legged standing/ squatting - hovering a couple inches above their cock. But she hesitates. Her irritation had quickly propelled her up, but the momentum stuttered and failed when it was time to sit back down.
Marie very much wants to feel them inside her and in equal parts very much wants to erase this look on their face.
But anxiety and awkwardness are snaking up her spine, ceasing her movements.
She looks down between them again.
Jordan is … not small. They are thicker than the toy. It’s going to be a bit of a .. task. But honestly, it was one she felt she was up to. Lord knows she’s wet enough.
But it’s more than this physical consideration that is giving her pause.
Somehow this act makes her feel more vulnerable than when they had her tied up and had been fucking her in to the mattress. It feels like doing this would be admitting something out loud without words.
The energy between them suddenly feels intensely warm and intimate.
Judging by the devastatingly tender way Jordan is looking up at her, they notice the shift too, or maybe this vulnerability spilling fast and hot across her skin, pooling uncomfortably warm in her belly, is exactly what they had intended for her to feel when they gave her this stipulation in the first place.
“I know” Jordan says, voice soft and low, all hints of teasing gone as they start to gently rub circles into her hips with their thumbs, “You can do it” They murmur between reverently brushed barely there kisses on her stomach. “Show me Moreau” They continue, eyes never leaving hers “Show me you want it..”
Marie lets the warmth of their gaze and their words sink into her, a balm against the sharp and irritating edges of her anxiety.
She braces her hands on their shoulders, positions their cock at her entrance and starts to sink down.
The first contact is electric - the broad, smooth head of their penis pressing against her opening. The pressure increases and gives way as the insistent hardness of their dick parts her sensitive wanting lips. A soft, strained sound escapes both of them at the feel of the pleasurable stretch.
Marie begins to make tiny, experimental circles. Exploring the stimulating sensation of their broad head rubbing and pushing against the wet walls just inside her entrance.
Jordan’s head falls back, a tendon in their neck standing out. “Fuck,” they hiss. “ Your pussy is… fuck …Just hugging the tip like that… So good.” They are both completely submerged in the sensations from her small hip rotations until Jordan leans forward and murmurs hungry in her ear “More. Take more of me Moreau.”
Marie tentatively lowers herself down a bit. Jordan’s hands are still on her waist, but they’re letting her fully control the descent. The cost of that discipline is written everywhere - in the corded muscles of their neck, the white - knuckled grip on her hips, the tremble in their thighs beneath her. Their expression is a masterclass in restrained hunger. Their lips are parted slightly, their nostrils flared, muscle along the edge of their jaw pulsing.
Marie knows how much they want to just push up in to her. And a part of her she wishes they would. The feeling of their cock hot and pulsing slowly filling her is incredible.
But if they were the one doing it, she wouldn’t be asking herself right now - Am I going too fast? Moving too slow? Can I actually fit all of them? Her body begins to tense at the flood of questions trickling in to her mind, which does help in taking on the task of sliding down the thickness of Jordan’s shaft.
“Easy” Jordan whispers up to her, like they can hear her thoughts. “I got you.” Jordan’s hands on her tighten, a supportive pressure. “Breathe,” they instruct, voice steady. “Just breathe for me.”
“There you go.” they whisper as she sinks down another inch on a deep exhale. The resulting friction is a raw, dragging heat. As the incredible sensation overrides any burn from the stretch and pulses into a devastating and radiating pleasure, she loudly moans.
At the sound, Jordan’s hips twitch upward, a tiny, involuntary thrust that drives their cock up in to her a little further and seems to crack whatever is left of Jordan’s composure.
“All the way Marie” they finally order her. “Take all of me. I want to feel your ass on my thighs. I need your pretty cunt wrapped around my entire cock. I want to be buried inside you” they tell her roughly through clenched teeth.
That final slide home is near-blinding for Jordan. Marie is now fully seated on their lap, their cock sunk inside her to the root.
The feeling is catastrophic - a snug, complete wrap of wet heat that pulses around their entire length, a welcoming embrace that threatens to undo Jordan entirely.They have never known a feeling more gruesomely unraveling than the fluttering adjustments her body made to take them. They have to bite their tongue to keep from driving up in to her immediately.
But they can’t stop from moving completely. Instead of thrusting, they grind. Their hips slowly rotate against hers, a slow, deep motion that makes their cock move inside her, rubbing against every part of her inner walls.
They cup their hand on the back of her head that had fallen forward to rest on their shoulder with a delicious gasp. Bringing their mouth to her ear they whisper “You did so good Moreau … Now ride me.”
After a brief glare. They wouldn’t expect anything else . Marie’s hands wrap behind their neck for leverage. Her first movements are clumsy. Her rhythm staggered. Jordan can see how her strong, physical need - the ache for friction, for them - is battling with her desire not to seem too eager, too desperate. She’s still in her head. Her upward motion is hesitant, her downward sink quick. It creates an uneven piston effect. But it’s all still so fucking hot to Jordan. She’s so fucking hot. With every awkward bounce, she is proving how much she wants this, wants the,
“That’s it. Use me Moreau. Take what you need.” They tell her in a coaxing tone.
Marie’s movements become a little more confident at their words. She rises up, almost letting Jordan’s cock slip out, then sinks back down, taking it deep. Each time she bottoms out, her ass cheeks slap softly against them. Each time, her breath shakes.
Jordan has to close their eyes just to withstand the onslaught of pleasure
They can’t tell if Marie’s eyes are closed too. She now has pressed her face in the crook between their neck and shoulder - trying to hide her uneven shallow panting breaths and her facial expressions contorted with pleasure. They are tempted to pull her head back so they can see her, but they allow her the cover as long as she keeps pumping their cock with her body.
They actually manage to stay relatively still, a real feat, trying to savor every part of this, every part of her. But on a particularly energetic sink down, they can make out Marie moaning their name, stifled and muffled in to the skin of their shoulder. All their control snaps.
Jordan begin to thrust - to fuck up into her, their hips pulling back then driving upward, filling her again and again with a force that lifts her body off their lap. The pace quickly becomes rough, desperate. “God, you feel so good,” they growl against her neck, mouth finding her skin again, sucking, biting.
They set a punishing rhythm, using their grip on her waist to guide her body while they fucked up into her from below - pulling her down onto their thrusts with each upward drive.
Marie’s cries have turned into continuous, high-pitched moans. Her body is jolted with each thrust, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, her nipples brushing against Jordan’s chest. Her scrambling hands finally gripping on to Jordan’s shoulders again, holding onto them as if they were the only anchor in a storm.
“You feel that?” Jordan groans. They shift their angle slightly, and the next thrust grinds their pelvis against Marie’s clit while the head of their cock pushes a spot deep inside her. A broken cry rips from Marie’s throat.
“You feel how deep I am in you?”
All Marie can do is keep moaning, a broken, continuous sound.
Jordan’s praise of her has become filthy, fragmented, gasped between thrusts.
“So fucking good… Taking all of me… Your perfect fucking pussy.”
Each word is punctuated by a deep, slamming penetration.
She can feel the explosion building again. It feels inevitable, a physiological avalanche.
Fuck. This is too much.
She looks at Jordan. They seem to be just as gone as she is.
She takes in their blown out pupils, feels their desperate grip of their hands. They’re completely lost in it, in her - in the feeling of her body yielding to theirs, in the wet, tight clasp of her around their shaft, in the slap of skin, in the scent, in the sounds she’s making.
She’s satisfied they won’t notice, so she goes for it. Just a small instinctive reach for her power - to release her from this disorienting build, the one that’s left her so needy for them she’s pushing her hips down to meet their driving thrusts. The one that has left her so unsettled, she’s worried she might actually panic soon and embarrass herself.
Also. They had one! It’s only fair.
Somehow Jordan senses it instantly.
They grab her face, their hand firm on her jaw. “Look at me,” they demand, their eyes blazing. “Look at me. Don’t you fucking dare.”
“What?” She pants out,trying to sound confused. And honestly, she was confused, she couldn’t understand how they knew what she was even doing. She had just started.
“I can feel your pretty little cunt trying to milk my cock. Trying to steal another one. Cut it out”
Marie is truly unraveling now. That had been her hail mary. And Jordan is still relentlessly fucking her in to oblivion.
Between whimpers breaths, she confesses, her voice breaking. “I can’t. I can’t stop …”
Suddenly, Jordan’s hand shoots up and wraps around her throat. It isn’t a choke to cut air, it’s a precise, firm pressure on the arteries of her neck, a calculated disruption of blood flow.
Marie feels a sudden, heady rush. The distraction is immediate and total. Her powers, that were just focused on pushing blood down, are disrupted by the new, overwhelming signal in her neck.
“You come when I say,” they breathe, their voice a hot promise against her ear, their cock still pumping vigorously up into her, their hand a collar around her throat, intermittently squeezing and releasing.
Jordan’s guiding hand leaves her waist and lets momentum from their thrusts and gravity bounce her up and down as needed. It slides between them, their thumb finding her clit,. They begin to play with it, circling, applying direct, clever pressure. It’s a cruel contradiction: stimulation that could push her over, coupled with a command not to climax.
“You feel this need? This ache? That’s my ache. I put it there. I’ll decide when it ends. And you’ll have to beg for it first. Understand?”
All of it, the friction of Jordan’s cock, the skilled torture of thier thumb on her clit… Marie is falling apart in a way she never has before.
Jordan changes their grip on her, they remove their hands from her throat and her clit and grab her ass and hips with both their hands. With the strength that comes from all that supe training, they hold Marie suspended above them - just a couple inches, but enough that she can’t sink down onto their cock anymore. She whines at the loss.
"Shh," Jordan soothes, though there is nothing gentle about the way they look at her. "Let me do the work."
They fuck up into her. Long, deep strokes that punch the air from her lungs. Their cock plunges into her like this over and over. "So fucking wet for me," Jordan groans. Their abs tighten as they thrust up again, harder.
She’s trembling visibly now, her thighs shaking, her breath coming in desperate pants. Jordan keeps her suspended. Keeps her still. They use her like a toy, fucking up into her tight heat with increasing desperation.“ Your cunt is swallowing my whole fucking dick, Moreau. Taking my cock like you fucking need it.”
Each word drives into Marie alongside the penetration. Her head thrashes around, her locs flying. She is lost in the overwhelming brutal pleasure of being fucked and praised in the same filthy breath. She hears her sounds as if outside herself ragged bursts of noise that fill the room.
Joran's grip on her tightens. "I'm going to come," They groan. "Your perfect pussy is going to make me come."