“A naughty something?” I say, waggling my brows.
He breathes a laugh and shakes his head. “I swear, you only have sex on the brain.”
“Probably.”
“Seriously, how do you feel about rimming?”
“Yes, please.”
“You’ve had it done?”
“Yep, once or twice. I’ve done it before, too.”
He chuckles. “Is there anything you haven’t tried?”
“Aww, are you worried about not having any firsts with me?”
His smile is crooked. “Juvenile… Just curious.”
“There are lots of things I haven’t tried.”
“Good…” he says, kissing down my body, starting with my throat, and biting my nipples. He continues to work downward, pressing kisses to my stomach and groin. My cock pulses forattention, but he doesn’t give it. “Love these tan lines. Your skin is so pale here compared to the rest of you.”
I close my eyes, sinking into the mattress while I finger his hair. Jett sucks on a spot right over my hipbone until he’s marked me enough to bruise. I smile a little that he’s marking me as his. It’s hot.
He continues to work his way down, kissing my dick, but still not giving it any love. “You’re such a tease!”
His chuckle is low and rumbly. “So are you.”
Jett sits up and pushes my legs back. “Hold those.”
I grab the backs of my thighs, opening myself up to him. It’s such a vulnerable position, but I’m burning for his tongue on me.
He pushes me back more, scoots down, and prods my hole. A simple touch heightens all my senses. My body burns and aches for more. Why do I like that so much?
“Cute and pink,” he whispers.
I smile at that.
He spreads my cheeks, and his tongue swipes against my hole. I arch my back off the bed and pull my legs back more. “Fuck…” I rasp.
My dick leaks on my abs, twitching, needing friction while Jett consumes my ass. His tongue swirls around the muscle, dips inside, and nips around the meaty flesh. God, he’s good at this. You can tell he’s into it, which is such a fucking turn on.
The flat of his tongue drags up and over my taint, then to my nuts. He sucks one, twirls it around in his mouth, before he pops off, and he’s back worshiping my hole.
My body is absolutely relaxed, but my heart is going ninety miles a minute.
Jett pulls away, and I groan. Actually, it sounds more like a whine.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Hell, yeah. Fucking fire.”
After I lower my legs, he straddles my chest, holding his solid cock. “Open.”
I do as I’m told, and he rests the tip on my tongue. He leaks pre-cum, so I suckle the head before he pushes deeper into my mouth. He slides out and sinks back in, gently rolling his hips. My fingers dig into him, but I trust him not to choke me.
“Fucking your face is hot as hell,” he grunts.
