Page 57 of Blood Sport

His dirty words are something I’ll never get used to because Roman never spoke like that during sex, but oh God is it the sexiest thing ever. Hearing Jaylen speak like that has my mind spinning and my core tightening.

The shuffling behind me has me confused as to what he’s doing, but when my ass cheeks are spread and something wet plunges into me, I realize Jaylen is on his knees with his tongue tracing my pussy.

Oh, my fucking God.

I moan as his skillful tongue plunges deep inside me, licking and sucking to the point that my mouth goes dry and I forget where I am. I forget that I’m bent over Jaylen’s motorcycle with his handprint on my ass cheek and his tongue deep inside my cunt.

“Jay-len,” I groan, biting my lip so hard the taste of metallic coats my tongue.

He simply grunts against my slick core, vibrating my entire body. He grips my ass painfully hard that I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise, but I don’t care. At this point, I would let him do anything, and that worries me.

“You taste so fucking sweet, little angel,” he says against my dripping pussy. His fingers move to my front to flick the sensitive nub pulsing with anticipation. “And it’s all for me.”

All I can focus on is the steady build in my core and my cries of pleasure as they echo across the clearing. It’s when Jaylen uses his finger to stroke my clit that my vision goes white and a loud cry escapes my lips, screaming his name, and forcing me over the edge. My legs shake against the side of the bike, barely holding me up. If it wasn’t for Jaylen’s strong hand on my ass, I would’ve fallen against him.

Jaylen keeps licking and sucking me as I come down from my high, my muscles spasming with the aftereffects. With one last lick, he stands to his feet, and leans over me, pressing what I’m sure is his painfully hard cock against my ass as his lips find my ear. White spots dance in front of my eyes as I turn my head just enough to peer into the side mirror on the bike and see Jaylen’s crimson eyes staring at the side of my face, his fangs extended, his tongue moving across them.

The sight alone has my pussy aching for him again.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I just let this man—my brother’s fucking best friend—bend me over his motorcycle and bring me to an earth-shattering orgasm, and I still want more?

“Are you really going to tell me that the loser you met today will make you come like me, little angel?” he whispers in my ear. His crimson eyes meet mine in the small mirror, and he smiles. “Next time, it’ll be my cum dripping out of you. As my girl, I expect you to wear me with pride as I am with your cum all over my tongue and face. And I’ll never let you forget it.”

All I can do is stare at him, unable to say a word because fuck me. What the hell do I say to that? I want to tell him, for what feels like the hundredth time, that we can’t do this. But it’s clear my body fucking thinks otherwise.

When I don’t say anything, Jaylen stands and takes a step back, allowing me room to breathe. It feels like a heavy weight is pressing down on my chest, making me dizzy. It could also be the aftereffects of the orgasm, but I know it has to do with Jaylen and his ever-consuming presence.

Inhaling sharply, I push myself off the seat and turn to face Jaylen. His eyes are partially red and blue as he stares at me. Under the light of the afternoon sun, they almost appear purple.

“Let me help you.” He walks forward and grabs the jean shorts pooled around my ankles. I had almost forgotten that I was pantless. I stand in silence as he pulls the material up my legs and fastens the button. He lingers for a moment with his hands on my hips and the promise of touching me again, but something pulls him away, forcing him to take a step back. Jaylen runs a hand through his messy hair. “I should get you home.”

I eye his hard cock hidden behind the confines of his jeans. The way it strains against the material almost looks painful, and if it is, he doesn’t say anything.

“I have time,” I find myself saying. My eyes scan the vast area in front of us. I had no idea Pullman could be this beautiful. “Unless you have somewhere to be.”

Jaylen looks surprised by my response, but I don’t know why. Despite the push and pull between us, I do enjoy spending time with him. I always have. He is so interesting to talk to, even if we are talking about nothing important. When we were kids, I could listen to him talk all day because of his smooth, deep voice, and I still could.

Finally, he shakes his head. “Nope. We can stay as long as you like.”

I smile and walk toward the cliff edge. The dirt is rough under my hands as I sit down, my legs swinging over the edge. Being this close to the edge of a cliff, my life balancing in its hands should make me afraid. I could easily fall and hurt myself, or worse. But with Jaylen sitting beside me, his overwhelming scent of sandalwood mixed with earth puts my mind at ease.

I’m never afraid when I’m with him.

Jaylen turns to me, his shoulder gently brushing mine. I can see questions brimming behind those curious eyes of his. There is so much he wants to ask me or say, but nothing is being said. It’s not very often we spend time like this together—alone. There is always the fear that my brother could be lurking, ready to catch us in a compromising position. But out here, it’s just the two of us. No Miles. No friends. And no distractions.

It’s just us.

“So, what’s new with you?” The question is so simple, yet it allows him to take the conversation in whatever direction he likes.

Jaylen visibly relaxes at my words and leans into me. His frigid skin sends a shiver across my body as he wraps a strong arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “You really want to know what’s new with me?”

I turn to look up at his side profile. At this angle, I can see just how sharp his jawline is. “Of course, I do. There was a time when we would spend most of our time together, or have you forgotten about that?”

When Jaylen and Miles went to high school, we didn’t hang out together as much as we did when we went to the same school. I guess Miles realized that it wasn’t ‘cool’ to be seen with his little sister all the time. From then on, he put more distance between the three of us, and we no longer spent every afternoon talking and doing random activities together. It was an odd feeling going from being so close with my brother and Jaylen to only talking to them when it was necessary. Miles and I were still close, don’t get me wrong, but I grew further apart from Jaylen in the process, especially when I went to high school and Miles came up with his stupid no-dating rule.

At the time, it did hurt to see us all growing apart, and no longer the close trio we once were. But as time went on, I realized that it was the natural progression of life. Sooner or later, Miles would’ve put some space between us as he grew older, I knew that. I just didn’t want to believe it.

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