Round 4

The candle had burned low, a stub drowning in its own wax.
Jordan blew it out with a puff that smelled of smoke and sex. Darkness swallowed the room, thick and velvet, broken only by the city’s neon bleeding through the blinds in bruised violet stripes.

Alex felt Jordan shift beside him, then the mattress dipped. A warm mouth closed over his nipple - teeth first, tongue second - sucking hard enough to make his hips jerk. Jordan’s hand slid lower, fingers tracing the groove where thigh met groin, teasing everywhere except where Alex needed.

“Thought you were done,” Alex rasped.