Jett grunts when I squeeze down on his dick, chasing my orgasm. Cum leaks out onto my bed rather than shooting it.
“Did you… Did you fucking come?”
“Yeah… God. Holy hell… That was… different,” I pant between words. “I didn’t think there was such a thing as a different sort of orgasm.”
“Need you closer,” he rasps. “Now.”
Right when a wave of numbness crashes over me, Jett lifts me and holds me against him. My head falls back on his shoulder, arms hanging limply as he continues pounding intome. He bites my neck hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. He can mark me all he wants.
My hair is damp, sweat trickling down my temple. My back is wet from Jett’s heated skin against mine.
His cry is muffled against my throat as hot cum pumps into the condom. His fingers dig into my chest as if clinging to life.
He finally lets me go, and I simply fall onto the mattress. He grabs my hips and pulls out the last threads of his orgasm until he’s spent. He grabs the condom around his cock, pulls out of me, and ties it off, tossing it on the floor before he drops next to me.
We’re both breathing loudly as I pull him against me.
“Fuck, it’s been a long time…” he rasps.
“Was it okay?”
He huffs a laugh, his eyes closed. “Yeah, so much. I forgot how good sex can feel.”
“Good, because I want to do this again.”
Jett shoves away my sweaty bangs and kisses my forehead. “Me too.”
I start laughing, pulling him tighter against me.
“What’s funny?” he asks.
“I came without touching myself. Dude, that was wild, and the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“You did? I thought you were masturbating as I fucked you.”
“Nope. Hands-free, babe.”
“That’s really cool. Hot.”
I nod sleepily as a yawn slips out of me. “Yep. Very cool. Now, I could sleep for a thousand years. I’ve never felt more relaxed.”
While sleep calls to me, I’m also in a fucking good place. Comfortable. At peace, like everything is just right in my world. Right here with Jett, holding me back.
It takes only a minute before I’m crashing.
Chapter 20
Jett
Iwakeuptoan empty bed. I already know I slept in again before I check my phone. This time, I don’t panic, instead taking it as a sign that my mind and body are finally in a good place. But I miss my boyfriend.
I stretch, my fingers brushing against the headboard. God, fucking Wes last night was everything. The way his body responded to mine, the way he let me inside. After the initial concern that I wasn’t hurting him, I just let go. My mind took a back seat for once, and my sole focus was Wes. How he felt, the sounds he made, how I was making him feel. Being inside him, moving with him, feeling his pleasure, was everything I’d hoped it would be. We fit perfectly, like our bodies instinctively knew when to give and when to take. It was fucking amazing, and I can’t wait to do it again.
The toilet flushes, and soon after, the door opens. Wes walks in, his hair mussed from sleep, his eyelids pink and puffy.
“Hey.” He smiles, gloriously naked, as he walks toward me. The mark I left on his hipbone last night is bright pink against his pale skin. My chest expands. Fuck, I love my mark on him.
I pat the mattress next to me. “Morning.”
