Page 69 of Fast Break
JT is still watching me as my hands drift down to the button on his jeans. Our eyes find each other as I pop the button before slowly dragging his zip down. He kicks off his shoes and I lower to my knees as I drag his jeans and boxers down his legs.
I’m already in the perfect position so I lean forward and take him gently into my mouth. He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes never leaving mine. I want him relaxed and turned on, so I take it slow, his hand threading through my hair as I suck on him. He looks destroyed already as I press a kiss to his tip and rise to my feet.
“Quinn,” he whimpers, so much want and trust in that word.
“Lay down, JT,” I tell him, nodding to where I want him. He instantly complies and I smile to myself as I make quick work of shedding my clothes. I rifle through my bedside table for the lube and a box of condoms that haven’t seen the light of day for a little while and drop them on the quilt beside JT. He eyes them with a mixture of apprehension and nerves, like the sight of them has suddenly made this real.
“You okay?” I ask as I lay down on the bed beside him.
JT nods. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“We’ll take this slow,” I tell him as I slide a hand onto his stomach. “We can stop whenever you want.”
“I don’t want to stop, Quinn,” JT says. “I want this with you.”
I suck in the air my lungs sorely need, letting my eyes trace down his body before my hands join in the fun. I want him to enjoy this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
We kiss and I try to keep the simmer down to a manageable level but that’s always difficult whenever JT and I kiss. But I think he understands my need to keep this slow and steady, so he gives me the reins and lets me set the pace. I shift my body onto him which prompts him to open his legs to make a welcoming space for me. I kiss down his body as my fingers slide down to circle him.
I’ve been playing with him a bit there lately so it’s not a total shock when I press inside him, finding all those spots that he seems to like a lot if those filthy words coming out of his mouth are anything to go by.
“You like that?” I ask, watching him react to my touches.
“Yes. More,” he breathes. So I give him more, tamping down on my impatience while I make sure he’s ready for me.
“Quinn,” he pants, “I don’t think I can take any more. I want you.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” I ask, withdrawing from him.
“Yes. Please.” He watches with big eyes as I sheath myself with the condom and then add even more lube before I move back into position over him. I stroke his inner thigh, moving us both into position. This is already proving to be too much for me—and I haven’t even made it inside him yet.
“Breathe in for me,” I say, waiting until he takes in a strong breath. On his exhale I push, pausing on his sharp intake of air. “You okay?”
“I’m okay. Keep going.”
I take my time pushing inside him, encouraging him until I am fully inside. It’s only then I take the moment to look down at us, heart pressing up inside my chest at the way he is looking up at me. Neither of us says anything as we breathe through the moment, his eyes never leaving mine.
I know that this is not going to be just sex between JT and me. It was never going to be just sex. Not with the way he is looking up at me like I am everything, something I am sure is mirrored in the way I am looking back at him.
I feel the moment he starts to relax around me, and I try out a few shallow moves which he seems to like. So I give him what he wants, moving inside him slowly and carefully. We take our time, building things up oh-so-sweetly and gently, letting him get a feel for this, soft and slow.
That is until everything suddenly catches fire. It's like a match is lit and I forget everything I ever learned, instincts taking over until I am consumed with him. He arches into me so perfectly and I am officially undone. And the sounds he is making—just kill me now.
Every moment I have had with JT is incredible and this is no different. We waited a while for this, but I can categorically confirm every minute has been worth the wait. For this. For him.
I want to give him everything. I want this moment to last forever but of course it can’t. And just when I think I can’t take it any longer his back arches and everything shutters to white before we both shatter together.
“JT,” I groan. “Jethro.”
I don’t have a clue where that name popped out from, but he doesn’t correct me as I slowly float down from a cloud, that name filling the space between us. I flop down on him afterwards, pressed against his warm, sticky chest.
It takes me a while before I recover my airways sufficiently to slide off JT. He is looking slightly awed as I scoot to his side, arm trailing over his stomach.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m so good, Quinn,” he says, turning his head to look at me. “That was … so good.”
I smile. “Yeah, for me too.”
