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Without giving him a single warning, I sucked down his entire length. I’d always been told I gave good head and, paired with my nonexistent gag reflex, I had Remy choking on whatever words he’d been about to say.

I sucked hard and fast, not giving him any time to recover or even think, really. His fingers grabbed on tight to my hair as curses came from his mouth. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He groaned, low and seductive, going straight to my groin.

Had I ever been this hard from giving a bj before? My head bobbled over his length while he bucked his hips up. His hard dick hit something deep in the back of my throat, a spot that had me gasping at how good it felt.

The tightness of my pants pressed against my erection, and that, combined with the pleasure the bj was giving me, I wasn’t too far from blowing either.

“Shit. You gotta pull off, Jett. I’m gonna come.”

He grasped my hair so tight, probably trying to pull me off him, but I had no intention of missing out on tasting his pleasure.

Fuck, I was going to make Remy come. This entire moment, Remy’s dick in my mouth and him about to spill on my tongue, was teenage Jett’s dream come true.

Maybe it was the thought or the delicious way his dick kept hitting the back of my throat, but as soon as the firstspurt of his essence filled my senses, I was suddenly coming too. Shivers accompanied the orgasm shooting through me, all while I lapped up every single drop of liquid from Remy’s cock.

I’d fucking wet my pants.

CHAPTER 15

REMY

God,Jett’s mouth was the devil reincarnated. He fucking sucked the living soul out of me.

As soon as I regained brain function, I pulled him up to straddle me before bringing our mouths together. There was a weird taste on his tongue, but that didn’t deter me. The knowledge that it was my pleasure I was tasting on him spurred me on.

I quickly pulled off his T-shirt. His chest was also filled with tats, mainly the rest of the long dragon tattoo he had on his right arm. The fierce dragon’s head covered his heart and took up most of his chest.

“That’s hot,” I said, tracing the head of the dragon. My finger followed the outline, bumping past his nipple. Instead of moving along with the tattoo, my digit lingered at his nipple, flicking and teasing it. Jett sucked in a breath when I pinched the pebbled bud.

His dark eyes fixed on me, almost as if he could see right into my soul. My fingers gently slithered down his smooth chest, hard muscles slightly trembled underneath my fingertips as I slipped lower.

Jett stopped my hand when it reached the base of his jeans. “Wait. You don’t have to…”

“I know. I thought we already established that we’re here doing this because Iwantto.”

Jett just looked at me, pupils blown, lips red and bruised from either our kiss or the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. I took his silence as assent and unbuttoned his jeans, all while locking eyes with him.

He quickly stopped me again. “Wait, you don’t need to do that. I’m already…” His words trailed off, leaving him looking equal parts shy and embarrassed.

I blinked at him, then looked down and finally realized that he wasn’t hard. Which was rather dense of me considering he was straddling me and Ishould havefelt his excitement earlier, but I’d been too caught up in him to notice.

Then it hit me.

He wasn’t hardanymore.

And he definitely was erect earlier if the hard thing poking my thigh while we were kissing in the kitchen was anything to go by. But now that he wasn’t, it could only mean one thing…

All the exhilaration that had come from the orgasm he’d given me flew out the window, replaced with the cold dread that he hadn’t been as into the hottest bj of my life as I was.

Some of my past girlfriends told me they didn’t like giving head, and maybe it was the same for dudes.

“Sorry. It must not have felt good for you,” I muttered as I tried to move him off of me. Jett didn’t bulge.

“That’s not what I meant. It was, um, maybe a littletoogood, if you get my drift.”

He looked away, a shy blush creeping up his neck that I really wanted to see more of.

My mouth was dry as I opened and closed it again, trying to get moisture in my throat as I spoke, “Do you mean…”

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