“You’re such a good girl. Look at you riding my cock,” I praise, glancing at our connection and watching her pussy swallow my erection. “That’s it, Wren. Take my cock like the greedy slut you are.”
Her eyes flare at my words. She used to love the filth my mouth spewed before. Seeing her now, I wanted to take a chance and see if that part of her has changed. By the way her pussy flutters, clenching around my dick as she throws her head back, I’m going to guess she still enjoys dirty talk in the bedroom. Her moans reverberate off the walls as her orgasm rips through her body. I’m coming along with her, pumping my release into her. Our deep breaths mingle as she collapses on my chest. I feel wetness seeping from her, and I smile, knowing it’s my cum leaking down her thighs. We didn’t use protection, again.
Flipping her over onto her back, I rest my weight on an elbow as I stare down at her. Her hair is spread in a wild mess of tangled curls from our hands running through it. I trail my finger over a hardened nipple and feel her pussy flutter against my cock.Dragging it lower, I graze her still sensitive bud. She moans as I rub my fingers over it.
Slipping my cock free, I run those fingers down her seam, gathering our release and shoving it back into her. Her walls grip my fingers as I press a kiss to her pulse point, sucking the flesh between my teeth.
“Don’t waste a fucking drop,” I tell her, pumping my fingers into her cunt as my lips claim hers once again.
Chapter 30
Wren
“Jett,”Iscream,comingapart with his name on my lips.
It’s not loud or performative. A broken, breathless moan pulled straight from my chest as the last wave crests and carries me under. My fingers clutch his shoulders, my body arching into his as everything slows.
We release together. His weight settles over me, grounding and solid. Breath hot against my neck, his chest rises and falls hard against me. The room smells like sweat and sex as it mingles with the clean cotton. My legs tremble as my heart races. At some point, between the second and third rounds, we ended up in my bed. Turns out, our bodies missed each other.
“Jett,” I murmur, half-laughing, half-crying. “That was…”
I don’t have the words to finish. Amazing. Epic.Otherworldly.
“Yeah,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes closed, breath uneven. “It was.”
We breathe each other in for a moment before he slips out of me, our connection ending.
Rolling onto my side, he tugs and pulls me into him. My hand rests against his chest and I feel the rise and fall of his heart—steady and strong. I trace the endless black lines that mark his gorgeous skin. My fingers stroke over a section of raised skin, and Jett flinches beneath my touch.
“You okay?”
“I’m more than okay.” His mouth curves against my hair as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
I smile, kissing him back on his collarbone. “Good. Because you’re really good at that.”
“At what?” I don’t miss the teasing in his voice.
“At making me come.”
He huffs a laugh, holding me tighter.
A comfortable silence falls over us as I stare into the darkness of my room. I’ve lost track of the time. It’s somewhere after midnight if I had to guess.
“What’s the 9:04 mean in your tattoo?”
I feel him smile against the top of my head. “It’s the date I left you. September Fourth.”
My body stiffens slightly before I huff a sardonic laugh. “You mean, we’ve both been carrying around tattoos for each other?”
“Looks like it. I have a whiskey glass around there somewhere.”
“Jett.”
He presses a kiss to my head, but doesn’t say more.
My fingers keep moving, mapping him—the new dips and valleys in his sculpted body. I don’t realize it at first, how my fingers keep circling the same place on his hip. I drift away from the spot, but always come back. It’s like my body knows something my mind hasn’t caught up to yet. The scar sits above the line where his boxers would be, pale against tanned skin, thin but jagged, like it never healed right.
“You can ask,” he says quietly as my thumb stills.
