Years of Wanting Explode: Aiden Ward and Jordan Starr’s Raw, Unfiltered Encounter
The tension between Aiden Ward and Jordan Starr didn’t just simmer—it boiled. Years of sidelong glances, half-stifled laughs, and fists clenched against impulse finally snap in a collision of skin, sweat, and pent-up hunger. What unfolds isn’t just sex—it’s a claiming, a surrender, and a revelation all at once.
They start slow, but not soft. Jordan’s lips part under Aiden’s like a dam breaking, their kiss all teeth and tongue and decades of waiting. Shirts hit the floor as hands roam—Aiden’s calloused grip tracing Jordan’s abs, Jordan’s nails raking down Aiden’s back. Every touch lingers, deliberate, as if memorizing what they’ve denied themselves for too long. When Aiden drops to his knees, it’s not submission—it’s strategy. He takes Jordan deep, all rhythm and suction, until Jordan’s cursing through gritted teeth, fingers tangled in Aiden’s hair.
But patience has its limits. Aiden flips Jordan onto all fours, spitting into his palm before working two fingers into him, stretching him with a mix of precision and rough impatience. Jordan arches, shameless, demanding more—and Aiden delivers. He slams into him bare, hips pistoning, each thrust a fuck you to the years they wasted. Jordan takes it like a storm, meeting every snap of Aiden’s pelvis with a roll of his own, until the bedframe hammers the wall in time.
Roles reverse when Jordan mounts him, riding Aiden with a smirk that says this was always the plan. He grinds down, controlling the angle, forcing Aiden’s head back with a groan. They switch again—and again—Aiden pinning Jordan’s wrists, Jordan locking ankles around Aiden’s waist—neither willing to relent. When Aiden finally flips him onto his back and drives into him hard enough to shake the headboard, Jordan comes untouched, stripes painting his stomach. Aiden follows with a growl, spilling inside him, then stays buried as they kiss, sticky and spent but still ravenous.
There’s no coy goodbye. Just sweat-drenched sheets and Aiden’s cock still twitching inside Jordan as dawn leaks through the blinds. Words aren’t needed.
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