"You need to quiet down, big boy. You're going to get us caught," I whisper seductively with a snicker, covering his mouth and suppressing his groans.
He grabs my wrist, pulls my hand from his mouth, and kisses my palm.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" His voice is hoarse, and his words are choppy.
"Yes, Jett, I'm quite aware of what I'm doing. I'm currently fucking your brains out." My voice is low and breathy as a soft moan escapes me through the words spoken.
My hands grab onto his shoulders for stability as I continue grinding up and down in fluid motions on the length of his erection. Jett's hands trail their way up my thighs until they reach my hips. There, they stop and dig into my skin, sending a sweet, welcoming shock of pain through me.
Adjusting his grip a little tighter, he stills my movements, my eyes flashing to his in confusion.
I've always enjoyed being in control during sex. Most think it's just because it's my freaky kink. When in reality, it's all about control and trust. Trust. It's a funny thing. A thing I've always struggled with. If I'm in control of the situation, the only one I need to relinquish trust over to is myself.
I've never let a guy I'm sleeping with take the lead. Not since the first. Not since my control was forcibly taken from me.
I was just a kid back then. Fucking fourteen years old. I didn’t know what I wanted, but now I do. And Iwantto be in control. Ineedto.
Jett fucking knows this. But, he’s constantly pushing those boundaries lately. It pisses part of me off and turns the other part the fuck on. The part that lights me on fire and comes alive when he touches me. The part that has me begging him for more. The part that requires trust.
I do trust Jett.I just don't want to.
He holds my body in place with authority as he lifts his hips off the bed, thrusting forcefully until he's seated fully inside of me. He stays still, giving me a moment to adjust.
"Ahh,"I cry out on a whimper as my body stretches around his cock to accommodate his size. I've never let him in so deep. The sensation of pleasure rushes through me, my head falling back and my eyes screwing shut.
Jett lets out a deep growl as his hands grasp even tighter on my hips, wringing a small yelp of pleasurable pain from my mouth.
"Jett!" I yell out much louder than expected as my eyes flash open. I instantly feel the comfort of his eyes already waiting for me.
He pulls out of me completely, leaving my chest heaving and me panting breathlessly. His hands release my hips, and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my bare body to his chest. Our mouths find one another as if both are in sync to the same beat. Not breaking our kiss, our tongues dance, caressing oneanother. Jett rolls us, flipping me onto my back and hovering above me.
I gulp—a position I've never allowed any guy to get me into. Another firm boundary since everything was taken from me at fourteen.
Out of instinct, my brain screams for me to regain control. But it’s Jett… and my pussy is aching to have him back inside me. My body pushes the limits of my own boundaries, a willing participant to let him take me in any way that he'd like.
Jett pulls back, breaking our kiss, and the instant loss of connection overwhelms me. I look him over as his eyes rake up and down my form, clearly appreciating every inch of what he sees. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and instantly, he smirks. With an eyebrow raised, he bites down on his bottom lip, sending me ablaze at the hot ass sight.
His eyes stay locked on mine, hands trailing down to my thighs. He spreads them wide and sinks down to my center, placing kisses on his way.
I pull at his arms, trying to stop him. "Jett, I've never had a guy go down—"
The flat of his tongue drags up my center, cutting off my thoughts and leaving me breathless.
"Quiet your mind and especially that sassy damn mouth,” he whispers against me, “and let me feed the beast. It can't wait to devour this pretty little pussy, like the snack that it is."
Oh. My. God.
How the fuck do I object to that?
It doesn’t matter, because as much as I don’t want to, I have to object. I have to stay in control. Yes, I trust Jett. But why would I give in to that trust and give over control when there’s still a chance he’ll use it to hurt me?
So, how the fuck do I object to that?
Like this..
"If you're so hungry," I push at his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. "Go eat a damn sandwich, because I am not on the menu, Big Boy." My protest lacks authority, and he snorts out a laugh at my weak attempt.
Instead of entertaining the war going on inside my brain, I shut up the shit show and watch him intently as he sinks himself further between my legs. He trails kisses along my inner thighs, leaving a tingle on my skin in the wake of each one.
