Maybe he’s keeping me at arm’s length because we haven’t committed to each other yet. He could still have doubts about me, but those are things we can talk about, right?
When he says nothing, I turn around to find him just standing there, staring at the floor. “Sorry, I just thought—”
“Nike,” he blurts.
I’m not surprised. Someone of Jett’s caliber would have big-time companies fighting over the chance to endorse him. “Wow, that’s pretty fucking amazing. I guess it all fell through, huh?”
Jett steps up to me, kicks apart my legs, and slides between them. “Yep, fucking amazing,” he rasps, kissing my throat. A flash of disappointment hits me that he won’t answer my question and talk to me, but I willingly accept his attention. My fingers graze along his sides as he sucks on my skin enough to leave a mark. I crane my neck to the side to give him better access and close my eyes.
“I bet,” I pant, “they weren’t too happy with you, huh?”
He silences me with a kiss on my lips. His distraction works, especially when his hand cups my jaw with only enough pressure to control me. I fucking melt. I love it when he takes over and just dominates, allowing me to let go. It’s fucking addicting.
His tongue is forceful and owning. His free hand slides between my legs and presses against my cock. I instantly swell. I thrust forward, chasing his touch, moaning into his mouth.
“Want you,” he breathes when we come up for air.
“Mmm, we’re in a naughty mood. Lock the door.” What the hell is it with us and public places?
He releases me and flips the lock. In a fraction of a second, he’s back on me, devouring my mouth, and shoving his hand down my shorts.
“Definitely naughty…” I breathe.
“Stop talking,” he groans. “I wanna taste you.”
“Not gonna stop ya.”
Jett pulls away and slowly drops to his knees, taking my basketball shorts and underwear with him.
He curls those long-ass fingers around my length and tugs while keeping his eyes trained on me. They’re so wide and dark, filled with need. I want to get lost in them. My dick throbsin response, but so does my heart. I could watch him like this forever.
Forever.
Before I get lost in that word, I rest my hand on his head and curl my fingers into his hair with this sudden, possessive need for him. “Don’t stop looking at me like that.”
His gaze flickers. “Okay…”
“Ever.”
“Okay.”
I spread my legs slightly, and he swallows me down, almost to the root. As much as I want to close my eyes and just feel his hot, wet heat wrapped around me, I keep them locked on his face. I gently thrust into his mouth. He gags around me, sending waves of pressure and shudders through my body.
“Fuck, yeah… God, your mouth.”
Jett’s so fucking good at giving head. His noises, slurping, gagging… the heat. Already, my nuts are drawing up tight and heavy, my spine tingles, and my groin is filled with that familiar heaviness.
His eyes haven’t left mine for even a second. They’re watering, slowly blinking. So hot, like all that matters in this world is my pleasure.
As soon as Jett pops off, I slam my eyes closed. “Ugh… no. I wassoclose!”
His deep chuckle rumbles through me. To add insult to injury, he gently blows on my wet tip, sending arousing goosebumps throughout my body, while setting it on fire.
“Big tease…”
“You love it, Pretty Boy.”
He licks the underside of my dick, curling his tongue around the head, pulling a groan from me. My fingers dig tighter into his scalp, and I pull his head back. “Nuh-uh… open up.”
