Page 17 of Jett in Jeopardy

“Maybe it’s for the best,” I muttered, reaching back and loosening my hair from where I’d had it tied back while I worked.

“Oh honey, you’re home,” Jett sing-songed from what sounded like the bedroom. He was still here. Anticipation flared inside me like a firework.

I toed off my shoes, strode across the living room and followed the hallway to my bedroom, but I stopped short in the doorway. Jett was stretched out on the bed, completely naked. My breath vanished from my lungs, and for what felt like entirely too long, all I could do was stand there gaping while my brain processed the sight of Jett spread out before me like an offering.

He was stunningly beautiful, perfectly made like a work of art come to life. His body was lean and firm, well-muscled despite his lithe frame. His cock stood up from the neatly trimmed thatch of black hair, and my mouth practically watered. At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to wrap my mouth around his length and taste him.

I tugged my shirt over my head and climbed into the bed, knee-walking across the mattress until I was kneeling between his legs. As I leaned down, he sat up, and our mouths found each other hungrily. This was no careful first kiss. No gentle brush of my lips against his. It felt like a war, our tongues locked in battle as we set out to devour each other.

When I finally broke the kiss and leaned back, my breath was coming fast and hard. I looked down at Jett, his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling with each panting breath. I cupped his face with one hand and brushed my lips softly against his, more reverent this time. “My God, you’re incredible.”

“Right back at’cha,” he murmured. A cocky smile lit Jett’s face.

“Lean back. I want to look at you.”

His smile widened, and his eyes flared. “Iwantyou to look.”

He flopped back against the pillows, and I let my gaze rake the length of him, trailing my fingers along the same path over his chest, his skin hot and smooth beneath my touch. I lightly scraped his flat nipples with my fingernail, his soft gasp and the way he arched up into my touch, going straight to my already aching dick.

Dragging my fingers lower, I continued my exploration across his stomach until my hand grazed the tip of his erection, earning a soft whimper from his lips.

My gaze locked with his eyes, the light hazel almost gold in the soft glow from the lamp next to the bed. Holding his gaze, I wrapped my hand around his length and began stroking. Jett groaned, his head tilted back, his hips thrusted in time with the leisurely pace I sent.

“You really haven’t come after this morning?” I asked, unsure why the idea that he’d waited pleased me so much.

He shook his head. “I thought about it. I started touching myself in the shower when I got home, but then I thought about you, and I wanted you to make me come.”

His words were like a hot wind over a brush fire, singeing me from the inside out.

“On your stomach,” I ordered. Jett eagerly complied, rolling over.

I dragged down the fly on my jeans, shoved them down and awkwardly pulled them off before tossing them aside. Then turned my attention back to Jett, who’d rolled over face down, ass up. I gripped his round, smooth cheeks, kneading them in each hand, pulling them apart to reveal his glistening hole.

Glistening?I frowned and traced his hole with my fingertip. He was already slick.

“Did you open yourself already?”

He chuckled softly. “I had to dosomethingwhile I waited. I figured I’d spend my time productively.”

The thought of him naked in my bed, touching himself, stretching himself out for me, shot straight to my already aching cock. I wanted to bury myself in him right then and there. I wanted to take him hard, pounding him into the mattress. But more than anything, I wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt him. Carefully, I slipped my finger inside him, working back and forth. I added more lube from the tube on the nightstand—which he must have brought since it wasn’t mine—and easily pushed in a second finger. He groaned at the invasion, pushing back on my fingers.

“Please,” he moaned.

“Soon,” I promised.

I pushed inside a third finger, watching transfixed as he fucked himself back against my fingers. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Reluctantly, I took my hand away and reached for the condom on the nightstand—also not one of mine, so Jett must have brought it—and rolled it over my cock. I gripped him by the hips, hauling his backside up, so his chest was flush with the mattress, his ass level with my cock, then positioned myself at his entrance before pushing in slowly. His hot body wrapped around me like a fist as it slipped past the tight ring of his hole.

Jett let out a low groan, and I froze.

“Okay?” I asked, hoping to god he said yes. My entire body trembled with need. “You good?”

Eyes closed, head turned to one side and resting on the pillows, he nodded. “Sogood.”

The tension gripping me loosened, and I continued easing inside him until I was, at last, buried to the hilt. I hesitated before moving again, giving him time to adjust my size inside him. When I felt him push back against me, I rolled my hips, slowly at first, thrusting deep.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, without opening his eyes. “I need more. Harder.”

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