My orgasm burst inside me, and my legs clasped around his head as I screamed out in ecstasy, crying his name. Gentle licks lapped over me until I got my breath back. The heels of my palms were pressed against my eyes, and I fought to get control of myself. As I struggled to recover from my orgasm, hearing the click of a belt, I removed my hands from my face. A strong hand slipped around my throat to the nape of my neck, and Jett pulled me up into a sitting position once more.
His dick pressed against my closed lips, and with no hesitation, I opened for him. He filled my mouth before he slid out, leaving just the crown of the head in my mouth, and my tongue flicked against it. I heard his low moan, and I took him in my hand and started to move him in and out of my mouth, my tongue stroking his shaft and flicking against the sensitive head.
“More,” he grunted as he pushed his hips into my face. “Swallow it. I rememberthis.” His voice was thick with lust, and breathing through my nose, I did — I took him deeper. Shocked that I could, I looked up at him, and his heady stare with his eyes glazed with desire made my thighs clench. I kept going, and he let me, moaning encouragement as I sucked him.
“Like that,” he encouraged as he started to thrust into my mouth. “I’m going to come down your tight throat.” His hips picked up speed, and I intuitively knew to stop moving and let him dictate the pace, his hand tightening in my hair. “Fuck,” he mumbled as his hips stilled, and I felt him pulse in my mouth, his head thrown back as he groaned his release.
As he withdrew, he stared down at me. His thumb caressed my lips before he pushed it into my mouth, and without thought, I sucked as his look became flat once more. Jett straightened and buttoned his jeans before tightening his belt. “You better notbe lying,” he grunted. “Be at the stadium at eight on Monday morning.”
“Why?” I asked as I pulled my sheet over the lower half of my body.
“Because I said so.” He gave me an indiscernible look, and then, picking up his boots, he walked out of my bedroom. The door thudded closed behind him, and I sat on my bed for a few minutes before I had the sense to go lock the door.
Climbing back into bed, I wondered how that had escalated from a break-in into a spontaneous sex session. Curling up in bed, I fought the urge to scream before I got up and went to brush my teeth again. Staring at myself in the mirror, I didn’t know what the hell was happening anymore.
But with Jett, had I ever?
* * *
On Monday morning, I stood nervously outside the player doors to the stadium. While I waited as the minute hand ticked closer and closer to eight, my stomach was ready to upend the coffee and banana I’d had for breakfast.
I still had no idea why I was here. I could only guess it was because he wanted me to tell his coach about the night he was drugged. I was so nervous I had put on skinny white jeans and a cream short-sleeved top with a floral pattern, and I’d even cleaned my Chucks.
“You look like you’re going to church,” Jett said to me when he pushed the door open from inside the stadium.
“Morning,” I greeted him as I walked toward him. “You seem breezy.” I hoped he understood sarcasm.
In practice pants and his jersey pulled up over his pads, he looked like my version of a porn star. A rather inappropriate memory of his head between my legs made me shiver, and I saw his smirk as he watched me.
“Coach is in a bitch of a mood,” Jett spoke easily as he secured the door behind me. His eyes ran over me, and his tongue licked his bottom lip. “You looking all innocent may not help,” he mused as he led me toward the office.
I looked around eagerly. I’d been to the stadium many times, but this was restricted access, and my inner football junkie lapped up the inside tour.
“You really are a football fan?” Jett asked me as he hesitated at the door marked asLockers.
“Yeah,” I admitted as he waited.
“That probably shouldn’t make my dick as hard as it is.”
I blinked in shock, and my tummy somersaulted once more when he gave me a slow smile. Why was I reacting to him like this? The pull to step into him was strong, and I was grateful when he opened the door and led me down a corridor.
We passed the locker room, and I had no desire to peek inside since the black football pants Jett was wearing were molded to his ass and thighs, and I was having a hard time taking my eyes off his butt.
“You done staring at my ass?” he asked when he stopped outside another door.
“I don’t think so,” I admitted without thought. My eyes flew to his, and I saw his pleased look as he laughed. It softened him, and I drank in this version of Jett hungrily.
“Coach is waiting,” he said, sobering as he knocked, and when the call to enter came, he gave me a questioning look.
“I’m ready,” I told him.
“Let’s get it over with.”
We walked into an office, which I think was bigger than it appeared. It was just so cluttered that I immediately felt claustrophobic. I recognized Coach Bowers, of course. I didn’t recognize the woman beside him, but I did falter when I saw Ash and Gray.
“Hi,” I greeted weakly.
Coach Bowers stood up and offered me his hand, and I shook it as he told me who he was.
