Page 36 of Under the Mistle-Foe

“Fuck, don’t make me say it out loud. It’s already embarrassing enough.”

He collapsed on my shoulder. His nose nuzzled into the base of my neck as I wrapped him in a tight hug.

Did he mean what I thought he meant? That he got offwhile getting me off?

The idea Jett had jizzed in his pants while giving me head had my head spinning. I wished I could have seen it happen. I wanted to be the one making him come all nice and good for me.

“That’s a pity, ‘cause I was waiting to have my way with you,” I said.

Jett’s head popped up. “No need to wait. You can do whatever you want with me,” he babbled, a little too excited. He shifted in my lap, then winced. “But maybe a shower first. Want to join me?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I replied as he led me to his ensuite bathroom. Jett stripped as he walked, leaving a trail of clothes for me to follow and a sexy view of his ass and back. Surprisingly, his back was free of ink, just a wide span of delicious tan skin and muscles.

The shower started, and when I entered the bathroom, I found Jett already under the steaming water, water droplets sliding off his skin. He had his eyes closed, both hands slicking back his hair as he faced the showerhead. I swore time stopped as the start of that one Marvin Gaye song played in my head.

Who needed a refractory period when there was a sexy,wetJett looking like fucking lust personified waiting for me? And a gentleman never kept someone waiting, or at least that was what I told myself as I took off my glasses and joined Jett in the shower.

This close to him, my eyesight was good enough to beable to see him meet me with a smile, then a wicked grin when his gaze moved lower down my body. “You got the party started without me?” he teased as he welcomed me with an embrace.

“You can’t put on a show and expect me tonotget turned on. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“So, looking at my body does it for you?” he asked.

He was looking shy again, a bit vulnerable. It was another side of him I’d never seen before, and it was so fucking hot.

“I might not have been with a man before, but Jett, if you can’t believe anything else, then believe me when I say this. I’veneverwanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

“Oh,” was his answer. His mouth stayed puckered up as my words sank in. Our bodies pressed together, and a hardness poked against me. It felt so good having our cocks rub together and I wondered how much better it’d be having them in my fist.

I slid my hand down his body, making a firm grab at his ass before reaching for our cocks. He felt velvety in my hand. Both of them barely fit in my grip, but I managed to set a slow tempo as I fisted us. Jett hummed his appreciation, his hands roaming all over my back as our mouths fused together.

Hot water droplets splashed on my back and, along with his cold hands and the sensual taste of his lips, all my senses were tuned in to this moment; to us, to him, and the rightness of it all.

Before long, he was crying out his pleasure into my mouth. His cum coated my hand and dick, driving my own orgasm to follow. We kissed slow and steady as the water washed away our combined essence. Neither of us was in a rush to get out of the shower or break the kiss, for that matter.

If there was ever a doubt I was into dick, the answer was now obvious.

It wasn’t until the water had run cold and Jett started shivering that we finally ended the kiss. Jett grabbed us a couple of towels to dry off. I watched his slow movements as he dried his hair. How the hell did he look sexy just doing that?

Licking the inside of my mouth to try to remember him, a bitter taste lingered. “Does it always taste like that?”

He looked at my face and laughed. “Sperm? It doesn’t taste good, but it’s not usually that bitter. I heard that’s a side-effect of smoking.”

Seemed like I had another reason to quit smoking because I definitely wanted to taste myself on his lips again, and it would only be cruel of me to subject the both of us to a smoker’s sperm.

“Stay the night?” Jett leaned in and pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Was that a bribe?” I let my towel fall, choosing to hold him up instead.

He hummed and mouthed my chin before replying, “Sure, if it’ll get you to stay. I’ll do whatever I have to. Even kidnap you if necessary.”

“And here’s our bad boy, Jett, back in action.”

He smiled his perfectly crooked grin that was now doing something to the tempo of my heart. I rubbed the spot as I followed him back to his room to get dressed in his boxers. It was a little disappointing to see his pjs blocking my view of his sexy self, but I knew he ran on the colder side.

“You okay sleeping with the cats?” he asked over his shoulder, and when I nodded, he walked over to open the door.

As if they’d been waiting to be let in, the cat siblingsbounded into the room like bullet trains. Spice meowed angrily as he jumped on the bed and tackled something invisible in the air.

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