Page 47 of Jett in Jeopardy

I ached to touch him, to taste him, to feel him inside of me, filling him until I couldn’t tell where he started and I ended.

I shoved my jeans and underwear the rest of the way down, kicking free of them, while Brody toed off his boots, then dragged his jeans and underwear down his hard muscled legs.

Once naked, we were on each other again, but the wild frenzy had eased. Brody’s mouth was on my mine, kissing me deeply, desperately as he eased me back against the bed. I met his kisses with the same filthy promise, relishing in the feel of his hard, taught frame pressing me back against the mattress. I groaned and rolled my hips, dragging my aching dick against his swollen erection, bringing a gasp from his lips.

“God damn, you’re so hot,” he groaned. “I want to fuck you.”

“Me too.” I arched my hips up again, grinding against him, grinning when he let loose a string of curses.

I felt him shift over top of me as he reached for the condoms and lube he kept in the nightstand drawer. Then he was back, his mouth on mine while his slick finger pressed against my hole. He fingered me open slowly, leaving me needy and desperate for more, while we ground our cocks together between us.

After what felt like an eternity, Brody eased back to roll on the condom. I sat up and gently pushed against his shoulder.

“Lie on your back,” I urged.

Brody’s eyebrows lifted, and he grinned. “Did you have something in mind?”

I straddled his hips, leaned down and caught his mouth in another slow, filthy kiss while reaching back to grasp his cock and line it up with my hole. Our eyes locked as I slowly lowered myself onto him, his girth stretching me, filling me. I held my breath until I’d taken all of him in. Once I was fully seated, I didn’t move, giving myself a chance to adjust to the pressure of him inside me, riding the thin edge between pleasure and pain.

Finally, I opened my eyes and started moving, long, slow strokes up and down his shaft. Under me, Brody closed his eyes, his hair a tangled cloud around his head over the pillow.

I rolled my hips, riding him slowly, losing myself to the sensation of his girth filling me. Brody tilted his head back, the cords of his neck straining under his smooth skin. His eyes opened and locked with mine.

“My god, you’re gorgeous.” His words sent a wave of heat washing over me. His hands, gripping my hips, slid back over my ass and his fingers dug into the meat of my backside.

I tipped forward over his chest until our mouths touched, his lips drawing on mine. When I finally broke the kiss, I leaned backward, changing the angle, reaching behind me and gripping his thighs with both hands for leverage while I took him as deep as I could manage.

He moaned, gripping my hip tight with one hand while he clasped his other around my cock and started stroking, following the same rhythm I’d set. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. The sensation of him inside me, around me, pushed me to the brink and sent me flying out over the edge.

I came with a yell, streaking his chest with my cum. He continued to stroke me through my orgasm until the last of the aftershocks rippled through. I barely had time to gather my scattered thoughts when he gripped my hips with both hands and fucked up into me hard and fast until he finally drove up and held me tight against him as he came inside me.

I collapsed against his chest, my limbs soft like melted wax, closed my eyes and waited for my breathing to return to normal. Brody’s arms wrapped around me, and I felt him brush a soft kiss over the top of my head.

We lay there quietly for a long while, each of us lost in our own thoughts, until he finally patted me on my backside.

“We should go clean up,” he said.

“I’ll let you know when I can walk again.”

He chuckled, and we both rolled off the bed and made our way to the bathroom. We both squeezed into his tight shower and took turns washing each other, then dried off and practically fell back into his bed. Brody laid on his back, and I rested my head against his chest while he absently toyed with my hair. I traced invisible patterns over his stomach with my fingertip.

“I realized tonight,” he said carefully, as if he were considering his words. “I don’t know very much about you.”

I frowned in the darkness. He knew about as much as most people knew. “What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable telling me?”

My frown deepened. Was this because he’d told me about Ryan? Did he feel like we needed to be even?

“Like, what are you taking at school? What are your plans when you finish?” he asked.

“Um… well, I’m studying Liberal Arts.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “And I havenoidea what I’m going to do after I graduate.”

That had been my big plan, get my life together and figure out what I would do when I graduated. Have some kind of plan.

My frown deepened. Was he asking me because I still hadn’t found a job? “I’m not sure,” I told him. “I haven’t completely decided what I want to do.”

Before all this shit with Simon, getting my life together and figuring out what I was going to do after graduation had been at the top of my to-do list, but now it was on the back burner. Though to be fair, one might argue that ridding oneself of a dangerous and destructive stalker was a major step to getting your life together.

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