Jett’s eyes are back on me as he opens his mouth. I fist my cock and place it on his tongue. “Suck it.” Fuck, I love how he brings out my naughty side. Hell, I love that he can be that way, too.
I place my hands on either side of his head and pump into his mouth, careful not to choke him. I’m getting close again, and I need more. So much more.
“Touch me… touch me there. My ass.”
He grunts, and the vibrations have me nearly nutting. His fingers travel across my skin and around to my ass, where he slips them into the crease. With one finger, he prods and swirls the tip around my hole, and my body ignites from the inside.
“Oh, fuck…” That does it.
One touch, and I explode in his mouth. Jett pushes on my hole harder, sucking me faster, using that amazing tongue of his in all the right spots. It’s a sensation overload.
Once I’m spent, I lean back against the folding table, fingers clinging to the edge, my chest heaving as if I’d just run a marathon.
Jett rests his forehead against my thigh, panting, then pulls up my underwear and shorts. He hesitates, but before he stands, he lifts my T-shirt and presses little kisses on my stomach. His sweetness and affection surprise me, but I’ll take this version of him any day.
I lift him by his pits, cup his face with both hands, and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.
I reach for his jeans to undo them. “Your turn.”
He quickly grabs my wrists. “I think we shouldn’t risk it anymore. Don’t wanna get in trouble.”
I pretend to pout and walk my fingers up his chest. “Pretty please?”
He chuckles, then wraps his hand around my back and pulls me against him. “Back to laundry. I’ve got nothing to wear.”
“But you’re all hard against me. Besides, you can just walk around your place like a naked sex god.”
He chuckles and nuzzles my throat before nipping it. “Let’s get the laundry done first, then you can come up to my place. I swear, you’re the horniest guy I’ve ever known.”
“Pfft, speak for yourself. I don’t see you holding back.”
“I guess you set me on fire, Wes.” He averts his eyes the second the words leave his mouth.
“We can set each other on fire.”
An hour later, we’ve got our clothes clean and folded and are heading up to Jett’s condo. We fall onto his couch, and he stretches out, pulling me on top of him. Just when I think we’re going to fool around again, he yawns loudly and closes his eyes.
I rest my cheek on his shoulder and watch him doze off, my fingers playing gently in his hair. Meh, this is pretty damn nice. His body is warm and relaxed, like my own personal furnace. Soon, I grow heavy and my eyes close, too.
I could get used to this.
Chapter 16
Jett
BeingwithWesina confined space is an…experience, to say the least. We leave Eugene early in the afternoon to get to my sister’s place in Hillsboro before dark, and Wes starts firing questions at me right away, like I’m in a goddamn quiz show.
“So…” He smirks, opening a bag of chips. “What did you tell your sister about me?”
Fuck, I hate it when people eat in my car. I’m sure he’ll get crumbs all over the place.
“That we work together,” I say, focusing on the road.
“Oh, we work together, alright. We workrealhard together.”
I throw him a blank look, but he just waggles his eyebrows at me, digging deep into the bag of chips, completely unfazed. He stuffs a handful into his mouth and dives back in. “Wrant wrone?” he mumbles, holding a chip in front of my face.
“No, thank you. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m driving.” I sigh. “And please don’t get fucking crumbs all over my car. I just cleaned it.”
