Hey lovelies ;) Long time no see, I've been getting over some writer's block and working on a bigger project. Don't cheat on your partners and enjoy some coping porn~
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At the end of the day, Jordan just wanted a dick in his mouth.
He didn't care how nicely his girlfriend's perky tits bounced as she rode him, how good it felt to have her grind her clit against him haltingly as she took him all the way to the base. Her fingernails dug half-moon marks into his shoulder as the pace of her breathing increased, and he leisurely angled his hips to better meet her thrusts.
"Jordan," she whimpered, and he grunted in response, grabbed at her hips and thrusted into her harder. Jordan ran his calloused hands over her soft thighs as they started quaking, bringing her closer and closer to his goal. He resented the way his hands sank into her flesh with so little resistence, and used that little spark of frustration to fuck her even harder. She moaned in response, eyes rolling back in her head as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist.
He wasn't, like, gay or anything though. He liked chicks. Totally. He wasn't closing his eyes to imagine some young hunk wrapped around his cock instead, begging him so earnestly, so desperately, for his raw load. His cock twitched for a completely unrelated reason, growing impossibly harder inside those wonderful, slick walls of warmth as an electric sensation jolted Jordan from deep in his core to his toes as he pulsed intermittently inside with a loud groan.
He immediately pushed the girl off of him, no longer needed. Pulled off the condom and tied it off, tossing it in the trash unceremoniously and sitting up on the bed, facing away from her. Did she even get there? He didn't know. He didn't care.
He had no desire to look at his conquest still naked in bed beside him. He grabbed his boxers up off the floor, pulled them up one leg at a time.
"Jordan."
Where were his pants? Jordan looked around the cluttered room briefly, looking past all the discarded fast food wrappers and boba cups. There, by the desk--he bent over to grab them, careful not to knock any of the half-full cups over in doing so. He grabbed the black skinny jeans and stood to pull them up over his hips.
"Jordan."
He sighed and turned, his fly still open and belt hanging undone at his waist. "What do you want?" Jordan asked her bluntly, a blank expression on her face. She blinked in response, her lower lip quivering. He rolled his eyes.
Of course she was pouting at him, even as her legs still shifted together with need. "Wait, just stay with me for a minute. Please?"
He almost felt bad. Almost. The lies fell from his lips too easily now. "Can't. Me and the boys have band practice, you knew I'd have to go right away. Don't be like this, babe." Jordan added, with another dismissive eye roll. It was as manipulative as he had wanted it to be.
She was silent as Jordan finished getting dressed, fixing his fly and leaving the top two buttons of his shirt undone before rolling up his sleeves. He checked his reflection in the floor-length mirror, admiring the way his biceps strained against his sleeves as he moved to muss his hair. "Five more minutes," she pleaded quietly, already defeated.
Jordan didn't answer so much as he shrugged on his jacket and simply walked out the door, keys jingling in hand. It's not like he needed them--he already knew he wasn't coming home tonight, and it's not like he'd be driving.
Jordan wanted dick, and he was going to get some.
Jordan plopped himself down in an open seat at the bar and took in the scenery. His options, more like. An athletic, tan man was showing off the way his muscles moved as he danced under the strobe lights with his open shirt, but before Jordan could make his mark another dark-skinned man in a loose crop top and tight jeans came up behind the dancer and cupped his hips, letting his hands slither up and down the other's body as he shot Jordan a smug, almost pompous look that very clearly conveyed,
yes, this one? He's
mine
tonight.
Jordan had to scoff, averting his gaze from the almost voyeuristic public display of affection. It made him mad, how easy it seemed to be for them. He felt the frustration rippling just beneath his skin, and again scouted his surroundings for an easy mark. Couple of bears leaning against the wall across the room, not really his type, but maybe if he was desperate enough. Some college kids beside him at the bar, apparently just old enough to be legally drinking with those shaking, fumbling hands that they passed their IDs across the bar with. Clearly most of them were too awestruck at actually being in a place like this for the first time to try and get any action. Most of them, that is.
The guy sitting closest to him was cute, actually. Blonde, with a little bit of a baby face. He could make that work.
"Hey," Jordan said. The blonde guy jumped a little in his seat before looking over at him, a slightly quizzical expression on his face. "Drink?"
The blonde hesitated, seemingly throwing a glance over his shoulder before shaking his head. "I'm here with my boyfriend," he explained apologetically.
Jordan barely refrained from snorting. "I don't think I asked you that," Jordan shot back, raising an eyebrow. The young man sitting next to him flushed to his ears, looking down at the counter with some kind of pronounced guilt. Jordan smiled. He already knew. Glancing over the man's shoulder to guarantee the seat behind him was still clear, he went in for the kill. "Look, I don't actually give a damn whether you want a cocktail or not, saves me ten bucks anyways. I have a mouth, a nice, warm hole that's just been
aching
for a cock to fill it, and I wanted the dick I suck tonight to be yours... but if you're really not interested..." The young man's mouth dropped open and his entire face shot red as Jordan trailed off with a shrug, turning away from the blonde and letting himself slowly, melodramatically slide off the bar stool when a hand caught him on the shoulder to stop him.
Most people were surprised Jordan was quite so forward. Most people didn't care.
