Once we’ve looked at everything on the second floor, I walk over to one of the master bedroom windows to look out. “This is an amazing view,” I say since you can see the ocean off in the distance from this height.
“Yeah, it is,” Dev says when he comes up beside me to take a look. “I’ve never lived in a house before,” he admits softly while we take in the view. “My family always lived in a cramped apartment with no yard. Then, when I moved out, I didn’t need much space and couldn’t afford more than a one-bedroom. But someday, yeah, I want to live in a home like this.”
“This is a house for a family and kids, maybe a dog or cat,” I remark.
“Exactly,” Devlin agrees. And when I look over, his face is filled with longing, not for the house but for the family that lives in it too.
Finally I get it. This morning I told him I didn’t think he was the type to ever settle down. Showing me this place is his way of trying to tell me I was wrong about him.
And while Devlin may want a family, I’m just not sure if he’s ready for that kind of commitment yet given his lifestyle.
Devlin
* * *
“You still don’t believe me,” I mutter when Jetta doesn’t say another word for several long minutes.
“I believe you, I do,” she says when she turns to face me, resting her back against the window. “I’m just not sure you’re ready to settle down right now, with me.”
“What’s it going to take for you to believe me?” I ask. “What do I have to do to convince you to let me take you out on a date, introduce you to my friends, or tell your brother we’re seeing each other?”
“The whole purpose of a date is to convince a girl to sleep with you, right?” she asks. “Why not just skip to the good part?”
“That’s a cynical view, don’t you think? I like talking to you and being with you as much as I like fucking you, Jetta.”
“And you don’t want to see anyone else?”
“I don’t want to see anyone else,” I assure her.
“Where do you go when you leave my place at night?” she asks while picking at her fingernails.
“Either to the boat, if it’s early, to play poker with the guys. Or I go home. Alone,” I answer. “Why? Do you think I leave and go to some other girl’s house to fuck her?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, I don’t. I do work for a living, you know? I hang with my friends or just go home. I usually eat since you never have dinner with me. Sometimes I wind down while streaming shows, and then I go to bed so that I can get up earlier than necessary for work to come see you!”
“You come see me because you want to get laid.”
“I come see you because I want to see you! Getting laid is just a nice bonus,” I explain. “Your time of the month is coming up, right? Were you planning to just not see me for an entire week?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Or give you a week worth of blow jobs so you wouldn’t go get it someplace else.”
“I don’t need blowjobs, even though they are awesome. I’m not gonna go anyplace else if you don’t get me off. Believe it or not, I can survive without fucking for a few days. There’s more to me than my dick!”
“I know there’s more to you than your dick,” Jetta replies with a grin. “You also have nice abs, a great ass, and sexy tattoos…”
“Forget it,” I mutter before turning around to leave.
“Devlin, wait!” Jetta says when she grabs my elbow to stop me. “I was joking. Sort of. You do have those nice things, but you’re a nice guy too. And funny. And great at your job if you built this house.”
“I’m just one man on a big ass construction crew,” I argue when she steps in front of me.
“Don’t try and act all humble when I’m trying to compliment you,” Jetta tells me as she grabs the sides of my face to pull my mouth down to hers for a few soft kisses. “I’m sorry for doubting you,” she says against my lips. “I just have a hard time trusting people. In the past, there haven’t been many people I can count on to stick around.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure her.
“Sure you are,” she whispers against my lips. Before I can argue, she adds, “You’re going to lie down on this brand-new carpet, and then I’m going to ride you so hard on it that the realtor will have to vacuum up the indention of your ass before anyone will buy this place.”
And while the sole purpose of bringing Jetta to this place was to show her that I want more than sex from her, there’s no way I can pass up an offer that damn enticing.
My mouth crashes down on her dirty one, and then we’re both ripping each other’s clothes off as fast as possible.
When we finally make it to the floor, both of us naked, I grab Jetta’s waist to tug her body toward my face, lining up her pussy with my mouth. I hold her in place right there, letting her bucking hips ride my tongue until she screams and shakes. After I lap up her juices when she comes, I slide her back down my body and slam her down on my cock.
“Oh fuck!” I exclaim so loud the neighbors probably heard.
Jetta’s dripping wet and so fucking hot I almost come on the first stroke.
It takes a few more before I realize that she feels so fucking good because I didn’t put on a condom yet.
Stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.
Oh, but how the hell am I supposed to stop now, knowing the heaven that awaits without a rubber?
Jetta doesn’t seem to notice. Her eyes are closed as she bounces up and down on me. Feeling around, she grabs my hands and puts them on her breasts, wanting me to play with her nipples.
“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I tell the goddess who is riding me. “But if you don’t stop…I’m gonna come…inside you.”
“So close…oh fuck, I’m so close!” Jetta moans. She slaps her palms on my chest to work her hips faster, and then, like usual, we both explode from the pleasure at the same time.
And goddammit, now I know why so many people get knocked up from having unprotected sex. It’s so worth it in that fucking moment. Nothing else matters. It’s just me and Jetta losing ourselves in each other’s bodies.
Even after I’ve finished Jetta keeps grinding down on me and shivering from several smaller aftershocks, each one I get to feel as she clenches around my satisfied and grateful dick.
“Wow,” Jetta gasps as she slumps over and rests her head on my shoulder. “That was better…than all the other times put together.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agree as I stroke my fingers up and down her spine. “But, um, probably because there wasn’t anything between us.”
“That’s okay,” she replies without lifting her head. “I’m on the pill.”
“You are?” I say in surprise. “You’ve never mentioned it before.”
“I didn’t trust you before.”
“And you trust me now?”
She holds up her finger and thumb an inch apart. “A little. I didn’t at first.”