He shook his head.
Not wanting to push him, I lifted my arm, offering him some cuddles if he wanted them.
He hesitated but once again melted against me.
Wrapping my arm around him, I tugged him as close as possible and held him tight.
He let out a little sigh and gently rested his hand on my stomach.
I turned my attention back to the laptop, but only moments later, Jett’s hand inched lower.
It was the first time he’d initiated any sort of physical contact with me.
I stayed still, waiting to see what he’d do next.
I didn’t have to wait long.
With a soft sigh, he slid his hand lower and cupped my cock.
I groaned, letting him know I liked it.
That seemed to embolden him, and he gripped me through my pants.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Feels good.” I spread my legs and bucked up into his touch.
Tentatively, he gave me a little squeeze.
“That too,” I said preemptively.
Jett tipped his face to mine, his lips parted and his breaths coming out in tiny, erratic puffs.
Using my tongue, I toyed with the ring in my lip. His breathing hitched.
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked, slipping into myvoice.
He shivered and nodded.
“Then go ahead and kiss me.”
A determined look fell over his face, and he leaned up to press his lips against mine.
The kiss was soft and sweet and achingly perfect. Rather than take over and turn it into something hot and hard, I stayed passive, kissing him back and giving him a chance to explore.
His hand was still on my cock, not moving or squeezing, the touch nothing more than a tease as he sipped at my lips.
Then, his tongue came out and traced over mine, inching closer to my piercing.
We both groaned when he dragged his tongue over it.
“Is that okay? It doesn’t hurt?” he whispered against my lips.
“Feels good. You can be rough with it.” I angled my body toward him. “I like when it hurts a bit.”
His moan was low and loud. Then his mouth was back on mine, his kiss hot and frantic.
Jett let go of my cock and practically vaulted into my lap, landing on my thighs with his legs straddling my hips.