“Take your clothes off,” I demand, high on whatever he’s infusing into his words, the magical substance fueling my confidence.
He’s quick to listen, and while he strips, I pull my top and bra over my head, the fabric fluttering to the floor. Jett grips himself, pumping up and down his shaft. His perusal heats my skin to near scalding temperatures.
“What do you like?” I ask, moving his hand out of the way to take over.
He stares down at the action, transfixed. I squeeze, and the confused look returns. “I don’t understand.”
“I can do what you like.”
The statement comes out choppy, rough, uncertain. I’ve never been this unsure before, and I hate how I’m drifting out to sea without a tether to shore.
I’m offered a flabbergasted look before his hand engulfs mine, guiding my movements.
“Are you serious right now?” he asks. Words fizzle from my tongue. Especially as his free hand cups my jaw. “I’m happy to be here,” he admits. “We could cuddle for the rest of the night and I would be perfectly content.”
I scan his face for any hint of deception, but I come up empty. He means it, and I don’t know what to do with that information or the freedom from expectations.
“Sofía,” he presses. “Can you tell me what’s going on up here?”
Three gentle taps hit my temple, and discomfort claws up my throat. I can’t handle that look. This is supposed to be fun, easy, uncomplicated, not heavy with emotion. His gaze flicks down to my breasts, traversing down my body. I take a steadying breath and push the past out of my mind.
This is new. This is whatever I want it to be. I hold the power.
Blood rushes to my head, and I shake my emotions away like an Etch A Sketch. They don’t belong here.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks. “We could eat snacks and watch a movie.”
Affection gleams in his gaze, and the strength of it lifts me higher. “That’s the last thing I want.”
“All right, then.” He presses a gentle kiss to my head, then holds a palm out. “Spit.”
I do so without hesitation. I’ll be unpacking that tomorrow once he’s not standing naked in front of me. He spreads the saliva along his shaft, up and down, and I track the action, mesmerized.
Pressing my foot to his thigh, I push him back and rise from the bed. The column of his throat bobs as I drop to my knees, replicating my position earlier.
There’s power in watching him unravel, tracking the minuscule changes in his features. Discomfort fades and enjoyment blossoms when he meets my gaze and groans, “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.”
My core throbs, and I replace his hand with mine, languidly pumping. The rough carpet digs into my knees, but the sting adds to the tension.
I tip my chin, tongue darting out to tease the tip of his cock. Another groan tumbles from Jett, the sound igniting a flame inside me, and I suck him into my mouth, widening my jaw to take him fully.
The position suggests he’s the one in power here, but even on my knees, I know I hold every ounce between us. He gathers my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and guiding my movements.
Rough, throaty sounds fill the room, and he pulses against my tongue. His grip tightens, and I add pressure as I suck him, twirling my tongue around the tip.
“Keep doing that, and this will be over,” he says.
I smile around him and do it again.
He takes control, thrusting his hips faster, his grip on my hair gentle but firm. Energy builds in my abdomen, satisfactiongrowing with each of his groans. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I suppress a gag.
A surprised laugh escapes him when I squeeze his ass, my nails digging into the firm muscles. The amusement shifts into heightened pleasure as I drag my teeth along his shaft, gentle but teasing.
Jett turns feral, offering choppy thrusts until he groans and shatters apart, spilling into my mouth. It’s so fucking hot, the way he steps back and admires the view, all satisfied male.
His thumb swipes against my swollen lips, and he lifts me from the ground, setting me on the edge of the bed.
“Stay here,” he commands, sauntering to the bathroom.
