Yes, I wouldn’t mind seeing that every day for the rest of my life.
“I wouldn’t mind either, sweetheart,” he whispers, once again hovering over me.
“Shit, did I say that out loud?” I grumble, closing my eyes to avoid his.
“Yes, you did, Sunday, and all you just said confirms how I feel as well,” he replies. “Now, where were we?”
Seconds turn into minutes until time becomes fluid as he licks, kisses, and sucks his way down every inch of my body. Both breasts are treated to an exhaustive examination, which has me nearly coming as pings of desire shoot to my clit. When he settles between my thighs, I unconsciously try to close them, to no avail.
“I need a taste, sweetheart. You gonna deny me that?” he questions, looking up at me.
Seeing his beautiful face, flushed with desire, I shake my head. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give him right now; I’m a goner for him. He flashes a grin at me before his tongue swipes through my folds.
Holy fucking hell! As he continues his ministrations, suckling my clit, thrusting his tongue deep into my sheath, all while stroking my thighs with his fingers. I realize I’ve been missing out and decide to enjoy this particular ride to its conclusion.
The moan that escapes when he inserts his index finger has him peering up at me through his lashes. “You good?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled because of where he’s at, and what he’s doing.
“Mmhm,” I reply through a hum, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me as his digit moves in and out of my core while his mouth and tongue continue their own sweet assault.
As my release builds, I struggle not to pull his hair out from the roots, and instead, settle with gripping and twisting the sheets between my fists. But when he adds a second finger, I’m done for and I detonate, keening his name out as my back arches away from the bed.
Long moments pass as I ride out my orgasm while he slows his actions down until I start to wiggle and squirm, moving from his diligent attention when it becomes too sensitive.
“Jett, I need you,” I plead, gripping his biceps as he raises up.
“Gotta protect my girl,” he replies, leaning over to the nightstand where I notice he apparently laid his wallet. He flips it open, and slides out a strip of condoms, which has my brow raising. “Not what you think, sweetheart. Carry them because of the boys on the team and have never been happier that I keep them stocked.” He rips off one, quickly opens the package between his blunt teeth, and sheathes himself before notching his head at my entrance.
Our moans mingle as he slowly enters me with gentle thrusts until he’s fully embedded. As my nails lightly score his skin, he starts to move; long, sure strokes that have my desire ramping up again.
Sex was hit or miss with Jonas. He didn’t like performing oral, and I sometimes didn’t climax, which I realize now shows just how selfish and shallow he truly was, because Jett has barely begun moving and I’m already close to orgasming for the second time.
“You feel so good,” I moan out, clutching his shoulders.
“You’re so hot and tight, Sunday,” he manages to say. “I can feel you tightening on my cock, and if you keep it up, this won’t last long.”
“Not doing it intentionally, I’m going to come again,” I admit, my eyes wide in wonder.
As his pace quickens and becomes erratic, he slides one hand between us to lightly stroke my clit, which has me calling out his name as he pumps his hips twice more before stopping. I can feel him pulsing inside as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Then, he does something that endears him to me forever; he leans in and gently kisses my lips before pulling me into his arms and rolling us, so I’m splayed over him. His hands stroke up and down my body, and he doesn’t avoid the areas where I was injured, but is instead, extremely gentle there as we both return from the stratosphere.
I’m nearly catatonic. I’m so sated when he lightly taps my hip that I bury my head deeper into his pecs, my body refusing to accept what I know he’s fixing to convey. “Need to take care of the condom, sweetheart,” he reluctantly tells me, eliciting a moan of protest from me.
“No, I don’t wanna move,” I mumble, still enjoying the residual high from my astronomical orgasm.
“Okay, so you might not remember, but seeing as you’re a nurse, you should understand biology. I’m going to go soft, the condom will slip, then everything inside will be left in you. Not sure how you feel about having babies, but since we haven’t had that conversation yet, I’m erring on the side of caution and thinking you aren’t planning on having one just yet.”
“Spoilsport,” I grumble, sliding off him and flopping heavily to my side. He chuckles, which turns into full-out laughter as I cross my arms over my chest, and do my best to mean mug him.
Of course, the glare changes as I watch his taut ass stroll across my bedroom toward the bathroom, but I’m not going to confess that little secret to him.
“You’re going to have to add more supplies to your wallet,” I tease as he gathers his stuff. His electricity is once again back on, and even though I hate that he has to leave, I have to work tonight and will need to get some sleep, plus he has to pick up Dusty from his sister.
“I’m going to get a box for here, and one for my place,” he promises, smirking at me. “The only reason I carry them for the boys is sometimes, when they’re hanging out with friends or partying after a win, they’re ill-prepared for the situation, and quite honestly, I don’t want any of them going through the hell I did with Stacey if I can help it.”
“I didn’t say anything against it, Jett. They should carry their own, too, though.”
He gives me a rueful look then rebuts, “They do, but sometimes they forget to ‘replenish their stash’ as I’ve been told by them a time or two.”
I can’t help giggling because it sounds like something a teenage boy would use as an excuse.
“I hope they’re all feeling better.” They were in so much pain and terribly sick that my heart felt saddened for them.
He grabs my hand and leads us into my living room, dropping his bag by the door, and pulling me into his arms. My head is resting against his chest, and I hear his heartbeat steadily beating, lulling me into a contented state. “I’ve been getting regular texts from either my players or their parents. All are feeling better and ready to hit the field on Monday, which is good because we’re heading into the playoffs for the state championship in our division, and I need them all ready. Now, you’re on duty for the next three nights, right?”
I nod. “Yes, three on, two off, then four on, three off.”
“So, we might have to be creative in order to see each other.”
“I always eat before I head into work, usually around six or so. Granted, it’s breakfast but who doesn’t like eating that for dinner?” I ask. “You and Dusty are welcome to join me any one of those nights you’d like.”
“Or we could grab a family chicken meal and bring it over. I understand you’re a sucker for their food any time they’re open for business,” he replies, grinning at me.
“Aha, I see small town gossip is still alive and well in Possum Run,” I retort. “I love that place, though. They have great portions, the chicken has a good flavor beyond what they season it with, and their prices are affordable.”