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“More, please,” I plead.
“More what, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“All of it…everything, harder, wetter,” I cry out, and my request unleashes the animal in front of me.
Before I get the chance to fully comprehend what’s happening, Jett rises just slightly between my thighs, his plush lips glimmering with my arousal. He puckers them like he’s proud to wear my cum on his face. Watching the muscles in his cheeks contort, I’m breathless when a slow drop of spit flows steadily from his sinfully talented mouth, right onto the thumping nerves of my overly sensitive clit.
“Jett,” I moan as I watch the slimy solution lube my pussy, adding to the already sex-filled aroma of this clouded car.
“Yeah, baby, say my name.”
The fire in his eyes goes black when he latches his mouth back between my legs and pounds two fingers inside of me. Pushing farther inside, Jett doesn’t leave a single inch of me untouched, forcing the car to shake, along with my entire body.
“Don’t stop,” I beg over and over, and he doesn’t.
He keeps going until my muscles lock and all I can feel are tingles and pulsing aches ready to release. Sweat forms at my temples as my body surrenders to the god of a man in front of me.
“I’m so close, Jett. Please.”
He keeps up the speed, enjoying every lap of his tongue with moans almost as loud as my own, but that’s not what tips me over the edge. When his eyes lock with mine, that’s all it takes for me to soar into a different universe of euphoria.
For my entire orgasm, my body is at his mercy, his stare morphing to parts of my soul. It’s deep, intimate, and so damn passionate, I wouldn’t dare look away.
When my high abates, and I’m catching my breath, my vision blurry at the edges, Jett keeps himself hovered over me. The softness in his touch makes all of this feel worthwhile, when with anyone else, I’d already feel dirty and used.
Peppering kisses all over my pussy and legs, he slowly makes his way to my lips, but we don’t touch them.
It would be too much.
Whispering softly, his lips dust my flushed skin. “Nothing about that was just; it was everything.”
CHAPTER 31
JETT
Sofia Chandler is like a drug—one that keeps you up all night. After our evening, I can’t seem to find a reason to close my eyes, though part of me pleads with my exhaustion, knowing when they’re shut, she’s who I’ll see.
My insomniac ways are nothing in comparison to the high I’m running on. Mixed with the sweet smell of her still all over the front of my face, I can’t help but sit with myself to bask in it.
Fia retracted almost instantly after what happened in the car. I knew she would; she’s done it before. What’s between us is intense, but when it becomes sexual, it’s an entity of its own.
It’s hypnotic, feral, consuming.
Two people fighting tooth and nail not to surrender to the gravitational pull that keeps yanking them together. Our singular night together felt like a lucid dream. Both of us fully unaware of the passion and intense connection that was passing between us, until reality woke us up and probed at the inside of my chest for more. No numbers exchanged, no attempts at reaching out by either party—just a memory made that took permanent residence in my brain. I thought about reconnecting, of course, but there was fear in my body that I didn’t understand. Fear I knew I needed to identify.
By the time early morning hits, I still have no desire to put myself to sleep. On top of that, I can’t ignore the growing hunger in my stomach any longer.
Organizing a few ingredients on the cutting board in the small kitchen of my hotel suite, I begin dicing a shallot and some garlic for the chicken orzo pasta I know will both satisfy my hunger and taste delicious.
Moving throughout, I imagine what this would feel like with Fia. What it would feel like to cook for her in the comfort of my home or watch as she floats throughout my space like it’s her own.
Plucking my phone from my pocket as the veggies sizzle, my heart stutters when I see a message notification. When it’s not from who I hoped for, my smile fades, then rises just as quickly when I read my brother’s text.
IVAN
Steak Prime okay for dinner tonight?
A potent memory of my evening has me pausing before responding. Longing for the moment again, I lift my fingers, smelling her sweet scent as it lingers on my skin.
