She nipped at his bottom lip. “You’re distracting me. Go left.”
He turned and strode in the direction she’d indicated. He went into the first room he came to.
“This is a guest room,” she informed him.
“Well, I’m a guest. It’s got a bed and a door. Right now, that’s enough. And tough shit for anyone who walks in if that door doesn’t have a fucking lock on it. You’re lucky we made it this far.”
He dropped her on the bed and jerked her shorts down her legs.
“Garrett! You have a game tonight!”
“We’ve got plenty of time.”
He pushed the door shut, thanking God there was indeed a lock. Within seconds, Garrett had Jessa naked and sprawled on the bed. She cupped her breasts, teasing the dark, beaded tips while he kicked off his shoes. Grabbing the back of his collar, he yanked the shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor.
He slowed his movements, caught in the spell of Jessa’s sultry smile as she played with her breasts. He unbuckled his belt, leaving it in the loops as he worked the button of his jeans.
The vixen arched her hips, raised her ass clear off the bed to tease him with the glistening pink flesh between her thighs.
“You’ve got a lot to make up for, Jessa. Tell me … how sorry are you?” She yelped when he jerked her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Stand up.”
Her skin flushed a pretty pink. Her breasts trembled with every breath. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen as she stood before him, eyes heavy and dark, her pupils dilated with lust. Each subtle nuance gave away her desire.
He couldn’t wait another second. His jeans had become painfully tight and he ached for the sweetness of her mouth. Garrett pressed against her shoulders, letting her know where he wanted her.
She dropped down, resting her palms against his thighs and gazing up at him with an innocent gleam. “I’m very sorry, Garrett.” She leaned in and rubbed her cheek against him.
He drew in a breath, the sight of her on her knees a powerful aphrodisiac. His chuckle was deep with sensual promise. He pinched her chin, raising her gaze to his. “Did you touch yourself this last month, baby? Did you pet that sweet * and think of me?”
Her eyes flared. “Yes,” she breathed. “Did you?” She put her mouth against him, her breath burning through the fabric. “Jack off, I mean.”
A growl was forced from his chest as he bent to capture her mouth. “Every goddamned day. It wasn’t enough, Jessa. It wasn’t near enough.” He plunged his tongue past her lips, savoring her soft, sweet moans. She met him stroke for stroke, her tongue swirling, tangling with his.
She yanked at the zipper of his jeans and he straightened, pulled back. She rested her hands on her legs while he stripped his pants off. “God, Jessa, you turn me until I don’t know which way is up. You’re so fucking sexy sitting there, waiting for me.”
She licked her lips and smiled. “You’re pretty fucking sexy yourself.”
He tapped the insides of her thighs with his foot, coaxing her open. “Spread your knees, Jess. I want to see how wet you are. I’ll bet you’ll get even wetter as you suck me, won’t you, princess? It’s going to be so good.”
He squeezed the swollen head of his cock and swiped his finger over the moisture that beaded there. He brought his finger to her mouth and she opened, licked the tip, and sucked him in. All the way to his palm. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and Garrett reveled in the pleasure of her touch.
He pulled his finger from her mouth and reached for the band that held her hair. He yanked it free, releasing the silky tresses he loved so much. He loved everything about her.
Garrett forced his hips still when she kissed the head of his cock, her tongue teasing the slit. He tightened his grip on her head. “That’s it, baby. Take me inside those pretty lips. Ah, fuck. Jessa.”