Page 36 of Jett in Jeopardy

He leaned in, lips brushing across mine in a brief, barely there kiss before he murmured against my lips. “So nice to come home and find you spread out and waiting for me.”

He released my cock, and I whimpered before I could stop myself. His hand moved possessively over my body, up my chest, nails grazing my peaked nipple, then back down again, fingers trailing over my stomach. Then he grazed my aching erection, which drew a gasp from me. He continued his agonizingly thorough exploration, down the insides of my thighs before coming up and cupping my balls.

I felt helpless, desperate under his touch, mind-numbing need coursing through my limbs like hot licks of flame. And I loved every second of it.

“So,” he said, the low rumble of his voice shivering over my skin. “Still want me to teach you a lesson?”

I nodded vigorously, my ability to speak having evaporated since I dozed off.

“On your stomach,” he instructed.

I scrambled to comply, rolling onto my belly, but before I had time to settle, his hands gripped my hips and he pulled them up until my chest was pressed against my folded legs, the side of my face to the mattress, and my ass straight in the air. His hands then gripped both of my cheeks, pulling them apart. Cool air whispered against my hole. Never in my life had I felt so exposed and owned and wanted.

Everything inside me shivered and ached, leaving me desperate for more. His hands released the globes of my ass, one sliding up to press against my lower back, the other caressing my backside with soft swirls before lifting off. I tensed, squeezing my eyes closed in anticipation, before Brody’s palm landed hard against my ass in a solid slap, rocking my body forward. A hot sting spread over my skin, lighting me up from the inside out.

His hands smoothed over my hot skin. “Good?” he asked.

Without opening my eyes, I nodded and pushed out a word that I meant to be yes, but sounded more like a grunt.

“If you need me to stop, tell me and I will.”

I nodded again, but didn’t risk trying to form words.

His hand lifted again, then a short whoosh in the air, and his palm connected with a heavy crack. Heat burst under his hand, spreading across my ass and up my back, leaving me hot and shivery at the same time. He continued to spank me, falling into a steady rhythm. The sharp mix of pleasure and pain turned my thoughts fuzzy at the edges. My cock throbbed thick and heavy between my legs, and I wished I was flat on my stomach so I could grind my aching hard-on against the mattress just to gain some relief.

It took me a moment to notice Brody had stopped spanking me. His hands gripped and molded my stinging cheeks. I groaned and pushed back into his grip, desperate for more.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled. His grip on my ass tightened as he spread my cheeks wide, exposing my hole again.

Without a word, he leaned in, and I felt his hot breath moments before his tongue licked across my tight ring.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, into the mattress, while his tongue teased my hole between soft and nibbling kisses. Then his tongue pushed inside me, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head.

The wet, slick sensation of tongue spearing my hole, stretching me and slowly working me open, had me grinding back against his face, while a string of mostly nonsensical words tumbled from my lips. But I needed more. I needed to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me.

“Please,” I begged.

Brody eased back, his amazing tongue sliding free of me, and I whimpered at the loss. Vaguely, I heard Brody slide open the side table drawer, then he was back, with a slick finger pushing inside me. He took his time opening me up, while I gasped and begged, my own fingers digging into the covers as he slid a second, and then a third finger past my stretched ring. When he eased his fingers from me, I vaguely heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then I felt him pushing against my hole, breaching me, sinking slowly until he had filled me, until I could no longer tell where he started and I ended.

He moved, slowly at first, then gaining speed until his hips slapped against my stinging backside like a piston, sending waves of tingling heat shooting up my spine. My aching cock dripped pre-cum.

“Please,” I groaned. “Oh fuck, please!”

“Spread your legs wider.”

I did as he asked immediately and was rewarded when he reached under me and took my straining cock in his hand, stroking me in time to his hips, slamming against my hot ass. The sensation was overwhelming. Everything inside me was tight and straining like a spring pulled taut and ready to snap.

“Shit, Brody,” I gasped. “I’m not going to last.”

“Me either.” His voice sounded low and rough, like he’d swallowed sandpaper. “Your ass is hot and tight around me. It’s like you were made for me.”

I came fast and hard, my orgasm shuddering through me and leaving me hollowed out inside. A few moments later, Brody’s grip on my hips tightened, and he grounded himself against my ass as he came. Once the last of the aftershocks shivered through him, he collapsed briefly onto my back before rolling onto his side. I stayed in the position he’d left me in, my limbs too soft and rubbery to move just yet.

“You okay?” Brody asked, his voice a little more than a low rumble.

“I’ll let you know when I regain the ability to move,” I told him with a smirk. My eyes were heavy, and I could barely keep them open. He chuckled low and soft before rolling off the bed to dispose of the condom. When he returned with a warm, damp washcloth, I had stretched out and rolled onto my side. I stayed that way while he wiped me clean. Then he slipped into the bed behind me, switching off the lamp and curling his bigger body around mine.

“Learn your lesson?” he murmured against my ear.

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