“Recognize the room?”
Opening my eyes, I looked around. “Maybe?” I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t Ash’s room, but I couldn’t tell if it was the room from the other day.
“Not even the bed?” His voice was husky as his hands worked on the buttons of my top.
The bed I recognized from my dreams. “I remember the bed,” I said, feeling shy.
“Good, because I’m about to fuck you in it.”
His crudeness didn’t upset me. As he undid the last button, my top fell away from my body, and he turned me to face him before his head lowered and his tongue and mouth were licking and sucking on my breasts.
Quick hands made short work of my shorts, and within minutes of entering his room, I was in ankle boots and a black lacy G-string. Jett ran a hand over his mouth as he took me in.
“Boots off and get on the bed.”
Silently, I did as he said. Kicking my boots off, I turned and crawled onto the bed. The dark gray sheets felt crisp under my skin.
I heard his hiss of appreciation as he took in the G-string, and a calloused palm ran over the globe of my ass.
“On your knees.”
Frowning, I raised myself onto my knees. With one hand, Jett pulled his shirt off over his head. I don’t know why that made me pant with need, but it was so indescribably sexy I wanted to pounce on him. I drank in his abs and broad shouldersas he kicked his sneakers off and started to unbutton his jeans, where the hard V was leading to his happy trail.
Pushing his jeans down, he stood in his boxer briefs, and my eyes were on his body. Jett kneeled on the bed and looked at me as he rubbed himself, my eyes greedy to see past the final barrier of his boxer briefs.
“Suck.”
I went to move, to lie down, and his hand caught in my hair. “Stay on your knees, like you did last time.”
“I don’t remember,” I whispered, my throat so dry my voice was raspy.
“I do.” He pushed on my shoulders. “I see it every time I close my eyes. You on your knees, crouched over my dick, sucking me down that perfect throat.” His hand dipped into his boxers, and he pulled himself out. “Show me.”
Tentatively, I leaned forward. It was awkward in this position, but I flicked my tongue over his head. He tasted fresh, and with a moan of approval, I tasted him again. Jett was silent as I opened wider and took more of him in. I didn’t remember doing this the first time, and I was so high from my own orgasm last time we were together; I only had a dim recollection of what I’d done that night, too.
Tonight, I was sober and eager. I was learning what he liked as I tasted him, my hand and my tongue working him in and out of my mouth to the sounds of his pleasure.
“Take it all,” he told me as he pressed forward. I fought the gag reflex, and then I felt him in my throat. His hiss of pleasure made me double my efforts.
Managing to move him in and out, I caressed the underside of his dick with my tongue each time before I deepthroated him.
“Fuck, you’re too good at this.” Hands tightened in my hair, causing me to lose my balance a little, but Jett held me up. “Look at me.”
It was slightly impossible at this difficult angle, but I tried. It was enough for Jett, who looked almost feverish with need.
“Swallow it all,” he commanded as he started to fuck my throat. His hand grabbed around my throat as his hips moved faster. Had we really done this the first time? As he pushed further and further down my throat, I felt the panic. I couldn’t breathe. His hand was wrapped around my throat as he literally choked me on his dick.
His guttural cry of release as he pulsed in my throat made me almost sag with relief. Backing off of him, I straightened, not prepared for the look in his eye.
“What is it?” I asked self-consciously.
“Nothing.” He smiled, but his eyes remained hooded. “Lie down.”
Confused by his tone, I did so.
“Did I eat you out with you on your back? Or did you ride my face?”
I sat up and saw him push his boxers down, kicking them off as he got back on the bed again. “There’s no way I didn’t tongue fuck you,” he said as he took the G-string off, tapping my thigh to let me know to raise my ass.
