His eyes sparkle with mischievous delight. “Mmmm . . . let me see.” His finger is inside me a second later, and I close my eyes as I let the sensations wash over me. “Feel good?” he asks.
I nod because seriously, I can’t even form a thought at this point, let alone a word.
“Good,” he murmurs, and then he replaces his finger with his tongue.
“Fuck . . . Jett . . . don’t fucking stop,” I moan, my eyes still closed, my hand gripping his hair.
And then he takes me on a ride I never want to get off. His tongue and his fingers work together to bring me to orgasm. When it hits, I realise I’ve been missing something in my life. Jett gives me an orgasm like I’ve never had, and I scream his name as I shatter into a million fucking pieces of bliss.
My legs give way again, and he swiftly moves to stand up and hold me. As his arms go around me, his lips crash down on mine, and he kisses me into blissful oblivion. I am completely consumed with this man; tonight, he is owning my mind and body in a way no man ever has. And we’ve only just gotten started.
When he ends the kiss, I open my eyes to look into his. He’s watching me with a look I can’t quite put my finger on but I ignore it and say, “You think my tits are dangerous? I think your mouth is.”
He laughs and murmurs, “Wait till you have my cock, sweetheart. I promised you an addiction you’ll struggle to break, and I always keep my promises.”
“Can’t wait,” I whisper, the effects of my orgasm still messing with my ability to form thoughts.
“Neither can I,” he says, letting me go. His eyes wander down to my bra, and he reaches behind me and flicks it undone in one easy movement. “I’m not sure one night with these tits will be enough,” he says as he slides my bra off. He lets it drop to the floor and bends to kiss my breasts again. The passion he kisses them with tells me he really can’t get enough and that turns me on even more than I already am.
I reach for his cock and grasp it firmly before I begin to move my hand up and down his hard length. His breathing picks up and he stops what he’s doing and straightens. Smiling at him, I bend to take his cock in my mouth.
The minute I wrap my lips around him, his hand lands on my head and he groans. “Fuck, Presley…”
And then my phone rings.
I ignore it and keep sucking him. No way am I letting anyone interrupt us tonight.
“You wanna get that?” he asks, although I can tell he doesn’t want me to.
I swirl my tongue over him, and he sucks in a breath. “No. Whoever it is can wait ‘cause I’ve got more important things to do.”
“Thank Christ,” he mutters as his eyes flutter shut.
My phone stops ringing but then starts again.
Bloody hell.
We both continue to ignore it, but when it rings a fourth time, I swear and let him go. “Sorry, I’ll tell them to fuck off and be right back.”
He rakes his hand through his hair, frustrated, and smacks me on the ass. “Hurry up, my dick fucking needs your mouth.”
I love his dirty talk and answer my phone begrudgingly. “What?” I snap without even looking to see who it is.
“I’ve hurt my fucking ankle.” It’s Darla. Shit. I can tell from her voice she’s in a great deal of pain.
“Where are you, hon?”
“I’m in my hotel room, just got back, but I tripped in the bloody gutter and twisted it. Are you able to come to my room and check it out? I don’t think it’s broken, but I need a second opinion.”
My gaze shifts to Jett’s hard on. Fuck.
He catches my gaze and gives me a questioning look. I frown and give my attention back to Darla. “Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”
She sighs. “Thanks, babe.”
“Of course,” I say and hang up. There’s no way I can let my friend down in her hour of need. She’s been there for me every step of the way through my marriage break-up, and although I have an aching need for Jett to fuck me, Darla always comes first.
“You’re leaving?” he asks, but there’s no anger there.
“Yeah, sorry. My friend’s twisted her ankle, and I want to make sure she hasn’t broken it.” The regret is clear in my voice.
“Shit,” he says and begins to get dressed. “I’ll come with you.”
“What?”
“I’ll organise for someone to pick her up and take her to the hospital so you don’t have to worry about it. You can just take care of her while I sort this out for you.”
Mind blown.
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I murmur, surprised at his offer. I’m more surprised at the way he’s handling this, though. If I’d stopped mid blow job with my ex to run off and check on a twisted ankle, he’d have been pissed and wouldn’t have hesitated to let me know.
“No worries.”
We get dressed and then head to Darla’s room. As we wait for her to answer her door, I say, “Sorry about this.”
He grins. “It’s all good, but you owe me and I’ll be collecting.”