That, and getting this over with, of course.
“Can we get on with it?” I grumbled. “I have a splitting headache and would really like to have an orgasm and go to bed.”
His smile faltered just enough to make me feel like an ass, but then I noticed the fire in his eyes.
He wasn’t hurt—he was pissed.
Fine. I didn’t care.
“Sure. Hey, you seem like the kind of guy who likes a little teeth in his beej, yes? Great.”
His hands took over unbuttoning my pants, which he did with a little too much vigor. As soon as he got them open, he stopped and made a little sound in his throat that went straight to my balls.
“Oh,” he breathed. “Now, that’s promising.”
He leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the front of my boxer briefs, pressing against my cock and humming in pleasure. Then he sucked in a deep breath through his nose as if sniffing me.
“So good,” he said under his breath. “So fucking good.”
I moved my fingers into his hair, pushing it back so I could see his expression better. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes fluttered against the tops of his cheeks. He wet his lips with his tongue, leaving them shiny…
As if he couldn’t wait to taste me.Jesus fuck.
My breath came in shallow pulls as he continued to rub his face over my cock, nosing my balls and the crease between them and my thigh.
What the fuck even was this? Some kind of cock worship through cotton?
Whatever it was, it seemed to be working. My dick began to fill, shifting against the fabric.
He pulled my suit pants down more until they finally gave up and hit the floor. Then he nudged my feet farther apart and moved his hands up to my groin, pulling his face back and meeting my eyes again. “You sure, Locke?”
The question was serious, but hearing my name in his voice made it even more real.
Fuck yes I’m sure. I’m sure I want a mouth on me, regardless of whose it is.
“Suck my cock, Jett,” I growled.
He pulled down the front of my underwear to discover I was already half-hard, which was impressive considering the nearly blinding headache I had. But maybe the loss of blood in my head was helping because I already felt a little bit better. Hell, maybe it was simply the distraction.
Because Jett was distraction incarnate.
His fingers wrapped around my cock and tugged gently before he opened his bow-shaped lips and engulfed the head in his mouth. As soon as his hot, wet tongue hit my skin, I grunted in surprise.
Fuck.Fuckkk.
The sensation of his tongue moving along my shaft was indescribable. Maybe it truly didn’t matter whether it was a man or a woman doing the sucking because this was fucking incredible.
Or maybe you’re just desperate.
My cynical brain was hard to hear over the sound of blood thundering in my ears. Jett’s hand cupped my balls, his fingers brushing against my taint.
“Fuck!” I grunted again, unable to keep my reaction private.
“You like that?” he hummed. Then he grinned without taking his eyes off my hard, wet cock. “Good boy.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Less talking, more working.”
When a woman was on her knees for me, I was careful not to say or do anything that could be interpreted as degrading. But Jett didn’t seem to give a shit. It was a relief not to have to worry about that.
