Page 28 of Jett in Jeopardy

I knew I wanted him again. My skin almost itched to feel his hands running possessively over my body once more. But could I do that with him without developing real feelings for him? Was it worth it to go ahead even though I was fairly sure I’d be a wreck when it was over?

Fuck it. It’s not like it would be the first time I had to put myself together after someone broke my heart, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

I turned off the water, climbed out of the shower and toweled myself dry. While the water had finally warmed me up, it had done nothing to settle my scattered thoughts. They were still flitting around inside my brain like a flock of birds that couldn’t settle for more than a few minutes.

I looked at the pajama pants he’d given me folded on the corner of the vanity. Instead of pulling them on, I wrapped the damp towel around my waist and returned to the living room.

Brody was still sitting on the sofa, reading something on his phone. He heard me enter and glanced briefly my way before looking back down at his phone again, then jerked his gaze back to me, eyes wide. The whole thing might have been funny if I wasn’t so nervous standing there all but naked. What if he’d changed his mind, and didn’t want me at all? What if I was making a huge fool of myself?

My face heated. “My brain won’t stop. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

“You want me to help you stop thinking?” His gaze ran the length of me.

My face burned hotter, but I nodded.

Grabbing a throw cushion from beside him, he tossed it on the floor between his legs, the implication clear. My heart started pounding, and my cock swelled under the towel.

He held out his hand to me. “Come here.”

I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone dry. I let go of the towel I’d been holding, and his eyes flared as the fabric fell to the floor with a soft hiss.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

The rapid beat of my heart reverberated through my body, the steady thud pounding in my ears as I took his hand. His big palm wrapped around mine, strong fingers gripping me tightly while he pulled me closer until I was standing between his open legs.

“My god, you are gorgeous,” he murmured. I might have said something flirty or teasing, but whatever sensors connecting my brain to my ability to speak had shorted out at some point. Instead, I stood before him, watching with hungry anticipation as he let go of my hand. He cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling me closer until my aching cock was almost level with his lips. My hips jutted forward a little, almost of their own accord.

He tilted his head so his dark eyes could meet mine and grinned wickedly. “Not yet.”

The fingers of both hands trailed down the backs of my legs, and a shiver rippled through me before I could stop myself. He let go of me and leaned back, opening his jeans and pushing them and his underwear down slightly, displaying his cock.

My mouth practically watered at the sight of his hand slowly sliding up and down his length. He was long and thick, and the memory of his dick buried inside me turned my leg muscles to jelly. I all but sank to my knees on the throw pillow in front of him. Wordlessly, he reached out with one hand, cupping my face. His thumb stroked the edge of my cheekbone while he lazily pumped his cock with his other hand.

“You sure you want this?” he asked.

I forced my gaze away from the tantalizing sight of Brody lazily jerking himself, then met his dark eyes and nodded.

“Words,” Brody said.

“I want—” My voice scraped like I hadn’t used it in years. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I want this… you. I want to suck you off.” It all sounded like an understatement compared to the needed hungrily gnawing at me. If we waited much longer, I’d be begging.

Brody’s dark eyes flared, his wicked grin stretching wide. His hand, still pressed to my face, slid back until his fingers tangled in my hair. He tugged me forward, guiding my head down to his cock. The faint sting prickling across my scalp shot to my own aching dick, intensifying when the head of Brody’s erection pushed past my lips.

I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed while my mouth stretched around his girth, the weight of his cock heavy against my tongue. Still, I swallowed him deeper.

“Shit.” Brody hissed, and I nearly grinned around his cock.

Now, I don’t consider myself especially talented in many things, but if there is one thing I know I do well, it’s giving head. With Brody’s dick in my mouth, I threw myself into the endeavor with everything I had.

I slid my mouth up and down his length, my head bobbing between his legs while I gripped his thighs to keep my balance. When his free hand joined the other on my head, fingers twisting into my hair, I risked a glance up at him. The sight of Brody with his head back. I didn’t think I had ever seen him so lost in the moment, so vulnerable.

My balls began tightening. The urge to come was nearly overwhelming. I reached down and grasped my cock low on the shaft, struggling to get control before I embarrassed myself and came without my dick even being touched.

But before I could think about it anymore, Brody’s hands tightened in my hair. It forced me to stop. Then his hips started to move, fucking into my mouth and setting his own pace.

Sensations coursed through me, turning me hot and cold, leaving my skin prickly and energized like a frayed wire. Even the slightest touch hummed through me like a jolt of electricity.

Some distant part of my brain whispered that I shouldn’t like this as much as I did, being used, feeling like I was servicing him. I squeeze my eyes shut, the hand on my dick tightening before I showed just how much Ididlike those things became even more obvious.

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