I grab two condoms from the roll and then head back to Jetta’s room with my tee in my hand, trying to figure out what I should do about Sean’s bullshit.
“Find any?” Jetta asks, her brown eyes so hopeful I almost decide to shelve this topic until later. But no, I can’t. What if she’s in danger too because of her brother?
“Ah, yeah. Found condoms and something else too,” I tell her. Tossing the shirt to the floor, I climb up on the bed with the rubbers and hover over her on all fours. “Did you know your brother has a gun?”
“No,” she replies, brow furrowing in concern. “But it’s a bit hypocritical of you to worry about it since you carry one too.”
“Yeah, but I know how to use it. Sean probably doesn’t.”
“I bet he just keeps it for protection, you know, in case someone tried to break in and steal shit from him again!”
Shaking my head, I tell her, “You need to get away from him, baby. I think he may be getting himself into deep shit.”
“You’re in deep shit too, Mr. Thug in an MC,” she says, running her fingernails over the ace of spades tat on my ribs.
“I’m serious, Jet. The Aces won’t kill for a debt, but other assholes will.”
“Don’t worry. Sean promised me that he’s done gambling and would get help with it.”
“And you actually believed him?” I grumble.
“Are we going to keep talking about my brother, or are we going to fuck?” she asks. Reaching down, Jetta fists around my erection and squeezes, which of course has me quickly putting aside my concerns for Sean.
“Oh, we are definitely going to fuck,” I promise as my fingers find her folds and slowly eases inside. Once I have them nice and wet, I rub my fingertips over her clit while she strokes my cock.
Our mouths meet wide open mid-moan before our tongues collide. We get each other worked up as we make out until I can’t take anymore.
“How do you want it?” I ask Jetta when I sit back on my knees to rip the foil open on one of the condom wrappers and roll the rubber up my shaft.
“Like this,” she responds breathlessly, her cheeks flushed the same color as her newly dyed hair that’s fanned out around the pillow. “You on top of me, my legs together so I can feel every long, hard inch of you.”
“Hell yes,” I groan as I stretch out on top of her. As soon as Jetta closes her thighs, I line my cock up and fight my way inside of her tight, wet pussy. And fuck, she was right. With her legs closed, she feels so damn good. There’s no slamming my hips inside to fuck her. It’s a slow push and pull as I take my time. My balls clench a little more each time I bottom out.
It would be embarrassing how fast I’m ready to blow if not for Jetta being right there with me. She cries out every time I slam inside of her and my pelvis hits her clit. I grind down on her bundle of nerves a little longer on every stroke until her cunt starts to throb around my cock.
“Oh god! Oh god, that’s so good, Devlin! Yes!” Jetta cries out underneath me, her nails gripping my biceps, back arching and lips parted as she comes for me. She’s so damn sexy I can’t last a second longer. I finally give myself over to the pleasure, riding Jetta through wave after wave of our bodies trembling in ecstasy while joined together.
Sex has never been like this before. Girls either fake it or don’t get to the end before I do, so I have to finish them off afterward. It’s so much better when it’s good for her at the same time.
Then I remember Jetta mentioning a round two, and my sated dick twitches with interest, already thinking of ways to take her once he’s ready to rock and roll again.
For now, I need a little time to recover, so I roll off of Jetta and flop out on the bed next to her to stare up at the ceiling.
“Wow,” she whispers between pants. “You’re really good at…that.”
“Thanks,” I reply with a proud grin. “Don’t even think of getting up until we do it again.”
“Deal,” Jetta agrees. And when I glance over, she’s smiling too.
Jetta
* * *
Why does fucking Devlin have to be so freaking amazing every time?
Isn’t it enough that he’s got an amazing body and a beautiful face that any model would be envious of, male and female alike?
I thought the night of the concert was a fluke, that we were both flying high on adrenaline at the time. Guess it was more than that. Much more. Because he’s the only man who has ever been able to get me off during sex. I thought the first night was just a miracle, but nope, it was Devlin.
“I love your hair,” the sex god says when he rolls to his side to run his fingers through my newly red locks. “The way it’s always changing, it’s almost like you’re completely different people, but still the same Jetta. Is there a reason behind it?”
“It’s fun to try new things, to feel like you could be someone else for a little while instead of your boring self,” I explain when I roll to face him and prop my hands under the side of my face. “I like experimenting on myself. I just wish I could give other people new hair and new styles too.”
“Why don’t you?” he asks.
“Because you need a license. Licenses cost money, and you have to go through training to get good at it.”
“Sounds like it would be worth the time and money if it’s what you enjoy doing,” Devlin replies.
“Of course it would be worth it, if I had time or money.”
“How much does it cost?” he asks while twirling a lock of hair around his finger.
“The last time I checked it was around five thousand at the least expensive school.”
“Why didn’t you use the money from your car to pay for it?”
“Sure, it may have been a big chunk toward tuition, but I won’t be able to work much to keep earning enough to pay for bills and rent too if I take classes.”
“I could help you out,” Dev says softly.
“What? No. I don’t want your money.”
“It could be a loan or an advance for future haircuts.”
Laughing, I tell him, “That would be a lifetime of cuts to ever repay that big of a loan.”
“Then give me a lifetime of haircuts, starting today.”
“You really want me to cut your hair?” I ask him as I brush the loose side behind his ears. “I like it long.”
“Trim it for me. I haven’t had a haircut in…fuck, I don’t even know when my last one was.”
“Right now? I thought we were gonna fuck twice.”
“Depending on the time, we may have to wait until tonight for round two and the haircut if you need to get to work…”
“Oh shit!” I exclaim, jumping out of bed to start putting my clothes on. “What time is it?”
Devlin rolls out of bed and grabs his phone from his pants. “You still have ten minutes. I can get you there in about five.”
“Okay. Get dressed!” I tell him. “Hurry!”
“I’m moving as fast as a freshly fucked man can go,” he says while I grab my phone and purse.
Thankfully, by the time I’m ready, Devlin is fully dressed and ready to go out the door.