He meets my stroke with an upward thrust.
“Fuck, yeah…” I rasp. “God, why does this feel so fucking good?”
He only grunts, his fingers pressing deeply into my sides.
“Your dick against mine… It’s hot as hell. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
Jett presses his hand to my back, sits up, and in one swift movement, I’m on my back, and he’s the one who’s taken over the rubbing. “My hands are bigger,” he pants.
“That’s not all that’s bigger.”
“Jesus, your mouth. Gonna shut you up.”
When he swipes his thumb over our leaking heads, my toes curl, and my eyes flutter closed in bliss. His mouth is back on mine, and he’s forcefully shoving his tongue inside. I suck on it and thrust as fast as I can to keep up with his movements.
My body burns as I break out in goosebumps. I’m so fucking close. I hold the sides of his head and suck on his bottom lip as I explode, my back arching off the bed and groaning into his mouth.
Jett’s struggling too, chantingshitover and over until I feel his hot cum spatter on me, mingling with mine.
He lets go of our softening cocks and falls on top of me, his weight heavy but comforting. I stroke his clammy back and bite his shoulder.
“Ow,” he mumbles in my throat. I do it again, then lick away the sting. “Brat,” he chuckles.
I dig my nails into the back of his head and pull him tighter. We hold each other like that until our breathing and hearts calm down. I’m so comfortable and relaxed, I don’t want to move. He feels perfect against me.
Before we’re glued to each other, Jett climbs out of the bed and walks into the bathroom. I’m on my side with my hands tucked under my cheek as I watch his perfectly round bubble ass. Fuck, he’s got a gorgeous body.
And he’s mine.
Mine.
The thought of having Jett as a boyfriend sends tingles coursing through me in the best way. I smile at that.
He’s mine.
Jett returns with hot washcloths, and we quickly clean up and curl back into each other in bed.
His fingers are back in my hair again, smiling wistfully and satiated. “You’re pretty hot and sexy for a dude-bro,” he says.
I snort a laugh. “So are you, for a broody ass. Sexy broody ass.”
“Let’s do it when we get back. Let’s have sex.”
I pretend I’m nonchalant about it; meanwhile, my insides are rioting with excitement and a little fear. It’s only of the unknown, not because of Jett. “Yeah, sounds good to me. I’d also like to take you out on a date. Can we do that?”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. I think it’s only proper we have a real date before you take my ass to pound town.”
“Fuck, Wes. ‘Pound town?’ You’re such a juvenile.”
“Yeah, but you’re laughing.”
“You got me there.”
“I can’t wait,” I whisper.
“Me neither,” he yawns, relaxing against me.
