CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
After managing to nod off even when Jordan insisted on bickering in my ear about things unknown, I woke around midday to the sound of music pumping through the house. The sound of Adam Levine's voice bounced off the walls as I looked up to the skylight window, feeling the cool breeze hit my face.
"My hearts a stereo, it beats for you so listen close", Another voice joined in with the chorus, before I was joined in the bedroom by a soaking wet and half naked Jordan, "Hear my thoughts in every note, make me your radio, turn me up when you feel low..".
He hadn't seemed to notice me; making his away across the room until his back was completely turned. Picking up a pair of his boxer shorts that he'd placed on the set of drawers, he abruptly dropped the towel.
"Nice arse", I bellowed from my awkward position; staring at him as he fumbled to cover his parts so that he could face me with an ounce of dignity. Not covering his backside as he turned, he pushed the crumpled up boxer shorts to his crotch, only forcing me to arch my neck further.
"Don't cover up because I'm here", I was surprisingly up beat considering I'd just woke, "Although, I've seen your arse in those boxers before and it's pretty damn fantastic".
"So, you get to stare at me in nothing and I get.. what?", He raised an eyebrow; the entire image of him completely starkers in front of me, raising an eyebrow alluringly in my direction was enough to make me sit up against the headboard and enjoy the view.
He promptly threw on the boxer shorts, not allowing much room to see what he had going on before he made his way over to the bed. Positioning himself over me, a grin fell across his lips as he pulled back the duvet.
"What exactly is this accomplishing?", I shook my head at him, waiting for his response.
"It's only fair that I bare all… so, you should", He shrugged his shoulders as he hovered over me. His arms were outstretched; the muscle on them evident as I looked at every inch of his body whilst he looked down on me.
He let one hand free; throwing it to the hem of my vest top and yanking it upwards. I didn't fight his wish and quickly removed my shirt, leaving me in my bra. He wasn't done, however. Jordan wanted all but my underwear removed and this time he took removing my shorts into his own hands. Placing himself between my legs, he lifted my hips into an angled position before he went to work on taking off my shorts.
"I don't see the point…", I frowned at him as he threw my shorts onto the floor. He didn't respond right away; returning back to the position of hovering over me before he decided to speak.
"The house is empty and I'm really horny", He mumbled, almost ashamed as he looked away.
"Oh?", I raised an eyebrow at him as he looked down to the newly formed trouser tent that he was occupying.
He pushed his lips against mine with force, taking me by surprise as I tried to hide my amusement at his ever growing sexual frustration. The irony, I thought.
My mind then focused on Martin and the twins and where they must be if Jordan hadn't mentioned them. I couldn't help but feel that Martin already had an idea of what I had wanted to do; break the news to Jordan whilst the twins weren't around so that he could get used to the idea before they returned.
Staring at Jordan as I thought, my mind soon returned to the practically naked being in front of me and the way he was practically seducing me with his eyes.
"How do you usually deal with your sexual frustration?", I managed to say before he started the kissing again.
"I'm a lad…", He breathed, laughing under his breath, "How else do you think I deal with it?".
"What would you say if I told you that I didn't want to have sex right now?", I choked, laughing at his reaction as he pulled away, his face not one of amusement.
"I'd pin you down and tease you until you're begging for it..".