My mouth fell open. Then Jet lifted the blindfold to my eyes. The world went black as I felt his arms, heavy on my shoulders, then the soft, firm pressure of the silk. “Wait a second,” I laughed, “you’re not going to do anything freaky, are you?”
Jet chuckled as he took my hand, leading me slowly toward the bedroom. “Freaky?”
“You know what I mean.”
His hand wrapped around my wrist, the firm pressure nice and warm. “I honestly don’t.”
“Are there weapons involved?”
He barked a laugh. “Definitely not.”
“And I’m not going to have to guess like, oh! That’s a gerbil!”
“Peyton, honestly,” Jet laughed. “Do I need to clarify that I’m not into that?”
We stopped walking. I became aware that I hadn’t actually been inside Jet’s room before. Everything around me was cloaked in mystery, everything except for him.
“I can’t believe I trust you enough to do this. And twice! You’ve blindfolded me twice! Not because I don’t trust you,” I quickly clarified, “just… I can’t believe I’m letting anyone do this.”
Jet’s hand pressed against my chest, his palm over my heart as he rubbed me in a soft circle. “Thanks for trusting me,” he said after a minute, his voice lower, raspier. “I promise, you’ll be satisfied at the end.”
I let the warm pressure of his hand steady me. This was terrifying, but it was also exactly what I had set out to find, a chance to discover what would make me happy and someone I trusted enough to share the experience.
The gorgeous, steady beats of the music rolled in from the living room, and I took a deep inhale of Jet’s scent. “Okay,” I agreed. “I’m ready.”
He didn’t say anything, but I felt his hands going to work over my body. Slowly, methodically, he removed my clothes, stripping me down to nothing but my blindfold. His fingers traced over my skin, teasing my nerves and feeding my aching erection. I could feel his eyes all over me, and I knew the hunger that would be in his eyes. My breath got heavy, anticipation lighting me up, and then Jet led me to the bed.
“Right here,” he said, guiding me down. The sheets were soft beneath me, fresh, and I heard the rustle and unzip as Jet removed his clothes.
His pressure landed on the bed, and his leg slid between my thighs. “Any guess yet?” he asked, hovering over me.
I trembled underneath him, my cock achingly hard. “You’re going to blow me until I lose my mind?”
His hot breath landed on the base of my cock, and I felt and heard him blow up to my tender tip. “Not quite,” he breathed. “We’ve already done that.”
Jet’s presence was like a tower over me, strong enough that I could feel him even with the blindfold. His hands dragged up my sides, over my skin, and then I felt something cool and wet on my chest.
I twitched and sucked in a surprised breath.
“How’s that feel?”
“Very strange.”
He climbed on top of me, spreading his knees on either side of my hips. “Mmmhhmm,” he hummed. Then I felt something else cool, lower on my chest. “It’s nice. You look good.”
I twitched under him. “Fuck,” I grunted with the strange sensation. “What is that?”
Jet laughed as he leaned forward, and I felt his tongue, warm against my chest. He dragged it over my pecs, swirling whatever he’d spread earlier, then ended at my nipple. For a second, he stayed there, flicking his tongue stud against my hard nub, spreading the cool wetness, biting softly.
The smell of something sweet hit my nose, distinct, but I couldn’t place it.
“Fuck,” I grunted, and my legs kicked out. Jet repositioned himself, and his cock landed on mine, hard and heavy.
“You still don’t have any guesses?” he laughed. Something softer brushed my chest. Then Jet dragged it in a looping circle, lower. “Come on, try again.”
“You’re covering me in oil?”
Jet laughed. “Nope.”
