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Chapter 11
Jet
Jet moved his tongue faster and faster over Abby’s most sensitive flesh. With every stroke of his tongue, he could feel her getting closer. At first, the cues were subtle– a sigh here, the tensing of a muscle there. But as the moments wore on, it became more and more obvious until her entire body was little more than a writhing mass under his hands and tongue.
He pulled back just far and long enough to murmur, “Come for me, baby. I want to taste you when you do.”
She spun over the edge or the timing was a coincidence, he’d never know, but at that moment her body exploded in an orgasm so fierce that he had to focus every ounce of his concentration on keeping his mouth melded to her body.
As her movements and whimpers slowed, he kissed his way up her body again. He wanted to look into her eyes the moment she opened them, be the first thing she saw when she came back to consciousness.
He brushed wisps of her silky hair back from her face and held her gaze for a long moment when she did meet his eyes. The connection between them was so strong, so palpable, he could almost feel the energy tangibly passing between them.
Finally breaking eye contact, she buried her head in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
“God, Jet. It feels so good being here with you, like this. It feels so right.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, Abs. It does. That’s the perfect word for it.”
He trailed his fingertips up and down her bare back, loving the silky feel of her skin under his touch. Goosebumps popped up in his wake, and a slow smile spread across his face.
His dick throbbed with every movement of her body against him, no matter how minor. When she finally tilted her head and started kissing down his neck, he groaned with relief.
She slid her hands under his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Never breaking her mouth’s movement against his skin, she swung her leg up and over his waist.
He watched her move above him, her breasts swinging gently, and thought his cock might just explode from how damn sexy she looked. Her nipples still shone with his saliva, for fuck sake.
“Abby, I need to be inside you,” he growled, digging his fingers into her waist.
She didn’t respond, at least not with words. Rather, she slithered down his body, lithe as a cat, and undid his jeans with a few swift motions. She grasped the sides and pulled them down his legs, and his boxer briefs soon followed.
Giving him a sultry smile, she knelt to the side of him and took his length into her mouth, bobbing her head and sucking him until he thought he’d blow right then and there.
He balled his fists and pounded them into the mattress. Damn, that hadn’t been what he meant when he said he needed to be inside of her, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
The friction between her tongue and the hyper-sensitive skin of his shaft was torture– the best, sweetest kind of torture. The kind that he wouldn’t mind enduring for eternity, more heaven than hell.
When he was on the brink of wondering if he actually was going to shoot his load right into the back of her throat, she finally slipped her mouth off of him, her lips making a slurping noise as they passed the tip.
She hopped down off the bed and grabbed up his jeans, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket and fishing out a condom. He reached out to take it from her, but she yanked her hand back, placing the palm of her other hand flat on his chest and pushing him back against the bed.
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” She smiled. “Just let me take care of you.”
Again. That was not a proposition he was prepared to argue with.
She took the condom out of its packaging and slipped it over his erection. As soon as it was secure, she straddled him again and lowered herself onto his erection, both palms flat on his chest.
She let out a low, guttural moan and squeezed her inner walls around him, and then the moan turned to a whimper.
He ran his hands over her belly and sides, almost as if he were trying to convince himself she was actually here and real, flesh and blood and on top of him, not just a dream he was having in the back of the bus as it rumbled through the night across Ohio, or Idaho, or Pennsylvania.
With a sudden jolt, he realized that he hoped that wasn’t true. He’d gone from thinking that losing the band, and with it everything he’d worked to build over his entire professional life, was the worst thing in the world that could possibly happen to him. Now he realized that wasn’t the case, not hardly.
Losing Abby would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him, and it wasn’t even a close contest.
She squeezed her eyes shut and moved her hips up and down, slowly at first and then with building speed. He slid his hands the rest of the way up her torso and cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs as she rode him.
It didn’t take long until he was completely filled with pleasure, at her mercy one hundred percent. The sweat that coated her skin pooled between her breasts and at her hairline, forming into droplets that fell down and mingled with the sweat that coated his. He took this as just one more way that they were mingling and becoming one, both body and soul.
