Page 59 of Unraveled

“It’ll dry. You’ve gotten it wet plenty of other times.” He winked, and I raised a playful eyebrow at that.

“Cute.” I hopped inside, trying to not let my hopes dash that we might just be taking off somewhere to park.

Running around, Jet slid behind the wheel, and with all the obscurity his Mustang’s engine would allow, he pulled out, speeding off down our street and through town until he pulled out onto a back road. Finally on a long, discreet stretch, he gripped my hand in his, pulling my knuckles up to his lips for a kiss before pressing his foot to the accelerator. My back pressed into the seat as he took hishand back for the gearshift, and my hand went to Jet’s thigh, gripping with the rush and wanting to cling to him.

I rolled my window down and threw my arm out, feeling the wind push it back and rushing over us inside the car. Jet grinned and followed, wind now rushing around us from all sides. It whipped my hair around my face, and I pulled my feet up to the seat, my head falling back as I let the thrill of it all rush through me. The freedom it brought.

The dash showed that we’d reached a hundred and twenty before Jet finally had to slow for the end of the road, and I was beaming when he pulled off to the shoulder, the beach out my window with waves rippling in the moonlight.

Not wanting the rush to end, I threw open my door and raced out onto the sand. “You coming or not?” I cupped my hands to call out when Jet just stood by his car to watch.

He took off like a shot, and I stood for a beat just watching him, his strong, sturdy body racing towards me. I squealed when he got close and darted away, the two of us chasing each other back and forth in the sand until I finally tripped and Jet pounced over me.

“Gotcha, sweetheart.”

My eyes flitted between his, his sexy smile in place, so much love and promises filling his eyes, and I reached up to run my fingers through a couple of curls that fell over his brow. “We don’t have any condoms out here, do we?” I pouted, and he just grinned wider.

“No, but I can do something else.”

He disappeared to crouch between my legs, and with one, swift move of his fingers, he had my bikini bottoms pulled aside with his tongue between my thighs.

I practically purred at his first long, slow lick, and my fingers immediately tangled in his curls. He was slow, teasing. It was driving me crazy.

“Babe, please.” I tried to grind my hips harder over his tongue, but he held me still, one of his arm’s locked over me to hold me in place.

“Patience, sweetheart. I haven’t snacked in ages.”

I smirked. “It’s been a week.”

“Exactly. Ages.”

My core clenched at the intensity in those words. “Whose fault is that?” I panted, and Jet growled, the vibration carrying right through my clit.

“Never. Fucking. Again.” He swirled his tongue over my clit with each word.

“Fuck. Yes.” My back tried to arch. I loved his freaking dirty talk.

“Yes, what?” He replaced the attention of his tongue with his thumb, pressing as he moved over the sensitive nub in circles. “Does it feel good, sweetheart? Does your pussy crave my tongue, or is my thumb just as good?”

I groaned, running my hands over my face to grip my hair. “Both. God both. But it’s your cock that owns me.”

I could feel his growl rumble through his chest through the back of my thighs. “Play nice, sweetheart. He can’t come out to play yet.”

“Then hurry the fuck up so we can get home and I can ride him like I want.”

Jet’s growl was playful and desperate that time, and he latched his mouth back over my clit, his tongue quicklyworking me into a withering, panting mess as his fingers thrust inside my core. He was vicious. Determined. Feasting on me with powerful strokes until I felt my release building in my lower belly.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes!” I cried, my hands gripping the sand at my sides as my body fell into spasms under the moonlight. Jet didn’t stop, his mouth sucking and tongue licking until I was scrambling back and pushing his head away, the sensations were so strong.

He grinned, wiping his mouth with his fist as I sprawled back in the sand. Completely slaked as I tried to catch my breath.

We were pulling up at home not much later, and just like before, Jet ran around and immediately scooped me into his arms. “I was planning on us sneaking through my window tonight, but now that we’re covered in sand, it might be a safer bet to sneak up to your room so we can shower. I meant what I said earlier. We’re testing your theory, and I believe you promised to ride my cock.”

My core clenched again, loving every second of his mouth.

“I’ll walk you straight past Mom and Uncle Blake and not give a fuck if I have to, babe, but how were you planning on making your room work?”

“I asked Nic to sleep out on the pullout in the living room. The room’s ours tonight if we want it.”

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