Chapter 469 | I’m a Mermaid

Chapter 469: 469 | I’m a Mermaid

Chloe laughed, and the laugh broke into a moan when he thrust up into her. Her nails dug into his pecs. He did it again, harder, and the couch slammed back against the wall with a dull thud.

"Nngh, yes, like that, ahh, don’t be nice, I told you not to be nice to me."

He slid one palm up her back to the spot Kumiko’s hand had left warm and pushed the heat into her. Chloe’s spine bowed so hard her glasses slid off her nose and landed somewhere in the cushions. Her mouth fell open, and the sound that came out made Kumiko whimper.

"Ah, ah, ahhh, Jordan, I’m, oh my god, I’m going to, mmmh!"

She came clamped around him, shaking, her forehead dropping to his shoulder. Her walls fluttered and squeezed in hard pulses that dragged a groan out of his throat. He held her through it, still moving slow, until she went loose and heavy against his chest and started laughing into his neck.

"I didn’t scream. Did you hear that? Full support, no goose, Karina would be so proud of me right now."

"I’ll write her a letter."

"You’ll write her nothing, you’ll fail the spelling."

She lifted off him with a wet sound and a wince and flopped sideways onto the cushions, his shirt hanging off one shoulder. Her chest heaved. She pointed at Kumiko without opening her eyes.

"Your turn, contract holder. He’s still hard, and I’m not done watching."

Kumiko went scarlet from her hairline to her collarbone. She looked down at Jordan, then at Chloe, then back at Jordan. Then she pulled her lavender sweater over her head in one rush, nearly taking her ribbons with it, and her small breasts bounced free in a pink bra with a strawberry on the center bow.

"Okay, okay, I’m doing it, I’m brave, I have a plan, it’s on page thirty-four, sub-point C."

"What does sub-point C say?"

"It says don’t think, just climb. I wrote it at four in the morning and it’s very wise."

She climbed over him, and her leggings disappeared somewhere near the television, followed quickly by her underwear—pale pink with strawberries, which Chloe noted aloud with a grin—and then she was straddling his thighs with her hands braced on his shoulders, trembling all over like a leaf in a windstorm.

Her breathing came fast and shallow, her eyes wide and glassy with a mix of determination and panic. Jordan reached up and placed his palm on top of her head, right between the twin tails, fingers settling into her hair with gentle pressure.

Kumiko went limp immediately, a long happy sound spilling out of her as her eyes fluttered half shut. Her shoulders dropped two full inches, and she swayed forward into his hand like a flower bending toward sunlight.

"Cheater," she breathed, her voice thick and drowsy. "You big cheater. You deleted all my nerves, I had so many nerves and they were organized alphabetically by panic level."

"You can have them back tomorrow."

She giggled, high and breathless and a little hysterical, and began to sink down onto him so slowly it felt like she was counting the seconds. He had to grip the cushion with his free hand to keep from moving, from rushing her. She was tight and hot and shaking, and every inch pulled a small helpless "ah" out of her throat, each one higher than the last.

When she finally bottomed out, she sat there frozen with her mouth open and her hands flat on his chest, staring at him like he had just told her a secret no one else in the world knew.

"Jordan," she whispered, voice cracking. "It’s so much. It’s so much and it’s mine, mmhh, it’s mine right now, just mine."

Chloe reached over from her end of the couch and laced her fingers through Kumiko’s free hand without a word. Kumiko squeezed back so hard her knuckles went white, and her eyes filled up with tears that didn’t fall. She took a breath, then another, and then she started to move.

She bounced clumsy and eager, her twin tails slapping his collarbones, the couch groaning under every drop. Jordan held her hips and lifted her when her thighs started to give out. The slick slap of skin filled the loft, and Kumiko’s voice climbed higher and higher until it cracked into Japanese.

"Sugoi, ahh, Jordan, kimochii, ah, ah, I can’t, I’m going to, please, please!"

She came with a thin wavering cry that she muffled into Chloe’s shoulder. Her body locked up and shook, and she clenched around him so tight his vision went white at the edges. He drove up into her twice more and let go, and Ceaseless Discharge kicked in like it had something to prove, pulse after pulse after pulse.

Kumiko gasped against Chloe’s neck and kept gasping, her whole body jerking with each wave.

"It’s still going, why is it still going, Chloe-chan, it’s still going!"

"It does that. You get used to it."

"I don’t want to get used to it, I want to be surprised forever."

When it finally stopped, Kumiko slumped forward onto his chest, boneless, her cheek pressed over his heart. One ribbon had come off and lay on the rug. Chloe pulled her glasses out from under a cushion, put them back on, and looked at the two of them with her head tilted.

"The jjigae’s cold now. I’m reheating it, and you’re both eating before bed."

"Five more minutes, please, I can’t feel my legs, I don’t have legs anymore, I’m a mermaid."

Chloe stood up, wobbled, and caught herself on the arm of the couch. She glared at Jordan when he grinned.

"Don’t say it."

"I wasn’t going to say anything."

"You were going to say I walk like a cowboy. If I crack on the bridge tomorrow because of this, you’re sleeping in 403 with the mannequin."

"Fair trade. The mannequin doesn’t steal blankets."

She threw the legal pad at him. It hit his stomach, and Kumiko giggled into his chest without opening her eyes. Chloe turned the burner back on, and the pot started to tick again, and the smell of garlic drifted across the loft while the harbor lights came on outside the factory windows.