Page 8 of The Throwback

“More, Jett. Please. I’ll beg if you want me to—just,more.”

I slam my eyes shut, trying to stop myself from tearing off my clothes and fucking her into the mattress. This is by far the biggest test my self-control has ever faced. Between her warm, wet cunt strangling my finger and her needy whines, I’m not really sure how I haven’t snapped already. But when I do sink inside her for the first time, all this agony will be worth it.

“I’ve got you,” I say, giving her a second and third finger. She inhales a sharp breath, surprised by the intrusion as I work all the way in until I can’t go any further. It’s tough to maneuver with her pants and panties in the way, but I can’t stop long enough to remove them. “Is that enough, or should I give you another? You want four?” I ask. “I don’t think this tiny little pussy could handle it, but I’ll give it to you if you want, Bailey. I’ll fucking give you everything. Just say it and it’s yours.”

She has no idea how serious I am right now. It’s been two hours since she came back into my life, and I’m already prepared to crawl across hot coals just to hear her say my name. I’m gone. Owned.Hers.

“Fuck me, Jett,” she moans as I pick up my pace, fingering her with long, hard strokes. I can feel her walls closing in around me as her sounds get louder, and my cock swells to the point of pain inside my briefs. I need to let myself go or I’m going to do something stupid.

“You’re going to make me come in my fucking shorts,” I tell her, and I feel her muscles twitch in response. “Would that set you off? Knowing that I was unloading just from touching you like this?”

She nods her head frantically, panting as her orgasm barrels toward her. “Let me watch you,” she says, locking her eyes onto mine. “Come on my tits and let me see it.”

Fuck.

Without removing my fingers from her pussy, I get on my knees beside her, pulling my shorts and briefsdown and setting my length free from its restraints. It bobs up, slapping my stomach, and she stares in awe as she takes in how angry and hard it is for her.

“I’m there, baby,” I grit out. “All you have to do is come for me.”

That’s all it takes for her to detonate, squeezing my fingers like a vise as I do my best to continue fucking her through it. Electricity shoots down my spine, gathering in my balls and making me come so hard I nearly drop down onto the bed. I use my thumb at the base to angle my cock toward her as I empty, shooting thick white ropes across her gorgeous tits while she screams in ecstasy below me. My body convulses as I continue to orgasm, completely hands-free, until I can’t take it anymore and have to lower myself on top of her to catch my breath.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. My fingers are still buried inside, soaked with her release, but I don’t move until her inner muscles stop spasming around me and I’m sure she’s absolutely spent.

“Do you need another one, or are you good?” I ask, gently rubbing her clit with the pad of my middle finger. Her body jolts and her legs slam closed, trapping my hand between them as I chuckle quietly.

“So good,” she replies on a breath, throwing her arm across her forehead with a giggle.

I lie beside her, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers as I reluctantly remove my hand from her pants. “You did amazing,” I praise. “So fucking beautifulwhen you come for me. I’m afraid to say I’m already addicted.”

She smiles, and I feel the broken pieces of my heart fit back into place as if they were waiting for her all along.

These are huge fucking emotions, and I have no idea if she’s feeling anything even close to what I am, but I don’t want to ruin the moment by talking about it. I’ve felt alone for so long, and I know I need to let the dust from today settle so I can see everything clearly before I tell her what’s going on in my head. Depending on where she’s at, we might only have the week together, so that conversation will have to happen soon. But for tonight, I’m just going to enjoy having Bailey here with me after so many years apart.

“Come on, pretty girl,” I say, standing from the bed and scooping her into my arms. “I’d love to keep you covered in my cum all night, but we should probably shower.”

“You’re right,” she grumps, making me laugh quietly. “I have to be back here at eleven and it’s a forty-minute drive to my house.”

I flip on the bathroom light and set her on the counter before moving to the shower to turn on the tap. Sticking my hand under the stream, I wait for the water to warm, and return to her when I’m sure it’s at a comfortable temperature. I pull my shirt over my head, followed by my shorts and briefs until I’m completely naked. Her eyes go wide as they roam my toned body, and I lift my chin with a cocky smirk as she drinks in every inch.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” she groans when she realizes she’s been busted, covering her pink cheeks with her hands.

I step into her, reaching for her leggings and slowly peeling them down her legs. I notice how wet her panties are immediately, and I want to tear them off and press my mouth against her skin to lap it all up. But I’m trying to be at least a little bit of a gentleman after what we just did, so I rip my gaze away from her center and pull the soft lace down, tossing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes.

“Just so you know,” I say, spreading her legs with my hands so I can step between them, “You can look at me all you want. I’ll stand here all night if you ask me to, Bay.”

“I wasn’t looking atyou,” she quips, rolling her eyes. “I was looking at the monster between your legs. What do you feed that thing?”

I bark a laugh before grabbing her chin and pulling her lips to mine for a chaste kiss. She’s so fucking sassy, just like she’s always been. “Stay with me tonight,” I say, smiling softly. It’s not a question, but she obviously has a choice. I just hope she’s comfortable enough with me to say yes.

She scrunches her nose. “I can’t. I don’t even have any clothes. My underwear is ruined.”

I can’t help but grin because I’m pretty proud of myself for being the cause of that. “You don’t need underwear. I have stuff you can borrow to sleep in. Better yet, stay naked.” I wiggle my eyebrows, earning a quiet giggle. “I’ll send everything down to be washedand it’ll be back by morning. I have an interview at eight, followed by practice, so you can run home then. You’ll be back with plenty of time to get to Dia. I just want to sleep next to you. Please?”

“Alright,” she agrees with a shy smile. “Is this crazy? We barely know each other, right?”

I exhale slowly, rubbing my hands along her thighs. “It’s crazy, but you can’t convince me it’s wrong, Bailey. We’vealwaysknown each other. I could’ve done more to find you over the years, and I know that. On the nights when I felt the most alone, I’d get wasted and scroll through the list of Bailey Harts on social media, hoping that I’d get lucky. Part of me was desperate to find you, but the other part was terrified that I’d see you with a boyfriend or husband, and every dream I’ve had since I was twelve years old would be blown to pieces. I couldn’t risk it by hiring someone to locate you or doing an in-depth search. Missing you and thinking you were out there missing me too seemed a hell of a lot easier than finding you and seeing that you’d built a whole life I’d never be a part of. But running into you here tonight made me realize that we would’ve found our way back to each other eventually anyway. This is fate. There is no other way to explain it.”

Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m Bay Faith on social media. I had a little bit of an online stalker situation in high school. Turns out it was just someone trolling and nothing ever came of it, but I used my middle name on my accounts just to be safe. It would’ve been worth the risk to have you back sooner.”

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