“I rent mine. I haven’t decided to buy yet, or…”
I turn to face him. He’s looking away again, frowning. “Or what?”
He shrugs and stares at his feet. “Just… I guess I’m not sure if… It doesn’t matter.”
I step up to him and rest my hands on his hips. “Talk to me.”
Jett finally looks at me and mirrors my pose. “I’d rather have some fun.”
He’s deflecting, but I can’t make someone talk if they don’t want to. I smirk and raise a brow. “Oh, some naughty fun?”
“Definitely.”
“I want to suck you down. Will you let me?”
“You sure are bold for someone who’s never been with a guy before. Do you really want to dive right in like that?”
“Definitely,” I mimic.
His eyes flash with uncertainty, but I’m going to change that look to fucking blissed out lust. I’m going to try anyway.
I slide off his unbuttoned button-up, exposing smooth skin and hard muscle underneath the tank top. With a finger, I push on his chest and walk him backward until he falls onto the sofa.
I climb on his lap, straddling him, and cupping his face. His hands are back on my hips, watching me, that uncertainty never leaving his soulful eyes.
Before I lean in to kiss him, I say, “Trust me.”
Jett says nothing, not that I give him a chance, when my lips land on his. I cradle his face as I drag the tip of my tongue across his mouth. He opens for me, and I plunge inside. He soon relaxes, getting into it, and kissing me back as if I matter. We kiss like that for a while, taking our time, tasting each other. It’s less hungry than before, but no less hot.
Eventually, I pull away to come up for air and target his ears, which I know he likes. I nibble and lick. He groans, his fingers digging into me as if asking for more. I move down to his throat, where I do the same. His scent is fucking heady, his cologne divine.
His head falls back on the sofa as my hands explore his chest and abs. I tuck my fingers underneath his tank and lift it over his head, tossing it somewhere behind me. I also yank off my sweater and lose it on the floor.
Like me, his hands explore my body, his fingers trailing across my nipples, sending a shuddering wave of chills across me.
“Pinch them,” I order.
He shakes his head, a smile playing along his lips, but he does it, pulling a moan from me. My dick is hard and trying to punch through, desperate for friction, while his swells against mine, which turns me on even more.
My mouth waters with the need to taste him. To know what it’s like to suck cock. I’m oddly not nervous about it.
My eyes slam closed when he pinches my nipple a little too hard, but I fucking love it. I also love that he’s getting bolder.Mr. Whiplash.
“I’m going to suck you down now,” I say.
He nods, his eyes glazed over with arousal. I stand, dropping to my knees between his legs, reaching for the button and zipper of his jeans, opening them. Jett lifts his ass, and I tug them all the way off, along with his underwear. Now, he’s gloriously naked.
“Fuck, you have a hot body.”
I run my hands over his thick, hard thighs, dusted with fine, curly black hair. His cock moves a little, as if seeking to be relieved. I can remedy that, I think… I hope so.
I fist his length and give it a few gentle pulls. “Tell me if I’m doing a shitty job, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Though I’m going to do my best to make you come like hell.”
He groans. “Fuck, you’re talking too much.”
