"Yeah," Jett nods. "It was his grandfather's shop first. Now he co-owns it with another guy who worked there when I did. I went to technical college for a few years and then I applied to work on a base in Antarctica."
"Really? I met a few scientists from the base when I was working in New Zealand for a year. That sounds like an intense experience." I end on a wince as Jett cleans my wound, and he leans down to blow on it, which just about makes me orgasm on the spot.
"It's definitely not for everyone," he says seemingly oblivious to my reaction. "I worked as a mechanic on some of the bigger equipment. I've stayed in touch with a few of the guys I met there."
"Friends for life after that kind of confinement," I say distractedly as I let my eyes get their fill. Jett is focused on my leg, so I study his face. My eyes linger over the masculine lines, down to his full beard, trimmed close. I want to photograph him. I touch my fingers to my lips as I remember what it felt like when he kissed me. His dark brown eyes have a magnetic intensity, and I can't stop staring at his mouth. Those lips promise a sinful pleasure that I want badly.
"Alright, you'll live," Jett declares, but his hands go rigid on my leg, and I glance at him quickly. His gaze is locked on the spot between my legs. I should cover up, try to pretend this is not what I wanted, but I've never been very good at faking anything.
His breathing picks up, his eyes are molten, and I slide my other leg off the couch, opening myself up to give him a better view.
"My panties were soaked." I quirk a smile at the double-entendre. Jett swallows hard as his gaze slowly reaches mine. I stare back at him, lifting my chin in a little challenge, and he clenches his jaw, looking like he plans to kiss me or spank me again. Frankly, it's six in one, half a dozen in the other for me when it comes to those two options.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he starts the little circles on my skin again, but instead of stopping below my knee this time, he keeps going, his fingers lightly grazing along my inner thigh as he moves closer to where I desperately need him.
A soft whimper slips out, and I lean back on my elbows, watching through hooded eyes to see what he does next. His eyes flare with heat as I open my legs wider for him, and he licks his lips like he can't wait to get a taste.
When Jett's fingers reach the apex of my thighs, my chest heaves.
Yes, yes, yes.
His fingers are already the best foreplay of my life, and he hasn't even touched my clit yet.
"Are you hungry, Jett?" I whisper, my voice low and throaty, full of promises I intend to keep.
"Starving," he growls. Jett lifts to his knees and pulls me toward him so fast I yelp. His mouth is on my clit within seconds, and I arch up on the couch as he devours me.
"Oh God. Yes, yes, yes!" I pant, crying out with each little flick of his tongue.
"Mine," he growls, and I moan from the possessiveness. I had no idea I liked that. I've never been with anybody who claimed me like this, and I worry, for a split second, about what I amgoing to do when the storm is over, and he wants to go back to being all alone in his little cabin in the woods.
If I've proven one thing today, it's that maps are overrated. Sometimes the best thing that can happen is ending up off the marked path.
Chapter 4
Jett
"Yes, yes,yes..." Lulu's soft moans are music to my ears as her taste explodes on my tongue.
"Fucking delicious," I mumble, and her sweet laugh quickly turns to another moan as I lap at her honey like a man starving. I devour her whole, trying to catch every last drop of her juices. I slide my finger into her wet heat and curl forward to find that spot at the front. Her legs shake on either side of my head, and she writhes beneath me, calling out my name.
"Jett, oh God. Right there." Lulu practically wails as I suck her clit into my mouth. I pull back, still working my finger, and growl.
"I'm no god, baby, but I could worship you until the end of time." I flick her clit with my tongue, not waiting for her response. I plan to make Lulu come more times than she has ever imagined. Get her so drunk on orgasms, she'll never want to leave.
"Ohfuuuuuuuck..." Her hips roll against my face as she tries to ride my finger, but I pin her to the couch, forcing her to let metake my time. I want to bring her right to the edge over and over again, before I let her shatter for me.
Lulu pulls hard on my hair—whether in protest or pleasure, I don't know—but I moan all the same. I add a second finger as her little pants and cries get louder. Flicking and sucking her clit in a rhythm of my own design, the sounds of her pleasure fill my tiny cabin space. I've never heard anything more magical in my life.
Fuck.I grind my cock against the couch, practically dry humping the furniture with feral need. Spurts of precum soak the front of my pants, my cock giving me all the lubrication I need as he demands a seat at the table.
"Mine," I growl, circling the little bundle of nerves with my tongue as her entire body tries to ride my face.
I want to edge her for hours, but I need inside her now. I growl and grip her thighs to pull her closer as I bury my face in her cunt, devouring her like she's my last meal.
"Oh fuck, yes, yes!" Lulu's legs shake, her skin flushed as her body winds up for release. Wanting to own every inch of her, I press my thumb against her asshole. As I breach the tight ring of muscle into her back entrance, her entire body freezes.
"Give it to me," I demand, and she sobs out my name as her taste explodes on my tongue. I drink her up, claiming her release as my prize.
