Page 69 of Just Like That

The temperature inside the bus skyrocketed and my cheeks flushed. I licked my lips as I watched his hand move up and down.

“Doesn’t that feel better when it’s wet?” I asked.

His eyes flew to mine, and his furrowed brows darkened his eyes.

A coy grin spread on my face as I sat up and leaned forward.

“Hazel,” he growled, already leaning back.

My name on his lips in that dark, commanding way was like a drug. My eyes flicked to his. “I’m only helping. Just for a second.”

His hand stopped at the base of his cock as my tongue teased the head. We both groaned as my mouth slipped over him. JP stopped moving altogether.

My confidence built as I moved my mouth lower, using my saliva to wet his dick. My tongue swirled over the veiny underside, and I went deeper.

I hummed, shifting my weight as my pussy went slick. He stifled another groan as I bobbed on his cock.

When he groaned again, I released him from my mouth and licked my lips.

His eyes were wild, darker, and he stroked up and down his slick cock. I lay back down in front of him, legs propped on either side of his hips.

I was soaked, and my fingers slipped inside my pussy. My hips bucked, and I whimpered as I moved my fingers in and out, recalling how hard and thick he was.

JP inched closer, propping one hand beside my head for leverage. His breath was hot on my neck as we both drove ourselves closer and closer to the edge. The pressure of my fingers increased and my pleasure doubled.

Behind my eyelids I relived the moment in the kitchen when he’d made me come, how only moments before, his cock had filled my mouth and nearly gagged me, how desperately I wished we were alone so I could ride his dick and scream his name.

I desperately wanted to be reckless. To let him slip inside me and fuck me long and hard. But I didn’t have any condoms, and I was too fervent to stop whatever was happening between us.

He worked himself in smooth strokes, his breathing becoming more ragged the closer he got to release. JP’s mouth fell open, but his eyes never left me.

“Hazel,” he gritted through his teeth, and it was nearly my undoing. My body buzzed as I chased my orgasm.

He could ruin me. Ruin everything, really, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. We were lost in the moment, in each other.

My nipples strained against the fabric of my T-shirt, and my free hand reached up to tug on one piercing. I was barreling toward release as I watched him grunt and his hips twitch as he stroked himself.

I added another finger and saw stars at the back of my eyelids.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

My eyes fluttered open, and the intensity of his stare was intimidating. His strokes were rough and sensual. I was consumed with him, drowning in his intense blue eyes when my orgasm crashed over me.

My free hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a cry and rolled my head to the side. Waves of pleasure broke over my body as my mouth found his wrist. My teeth dragged across his skin as my body shuddered.

“Let me taste you,” he demanded. “I want to lick your cum from your fingers.”

Without hesitation, I pulled my fingers from my pussy and raised them. A moan vibrated through him as his mouth closed around my two fingers. His tongue slipped between them, sucking and tasting my orgasm.

When he finished, JP sat on his heels and chased his own release. He sucked his lower lip, savoring my flavor as he stroked. My pussy clenched in anticipation. With a grin, I hiked up my top, pulling the T-shirt up to expose my chest.

My free hand gripped his thigh as he pumped and finally allowed himself release. His eyes never left me as he finished on my chest. Thick ropes of cum hit my breasts and dripped down.

He reached up, brushing his thumb over my nipple piercing and painting me with his cum. His confident smirk was intensely erotic.

I’d never felt sexier.

The tiny bedroom was quiet, except for our breaths and the choir of cicadas outside the window.

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