“Feel good?” I ask as I move up and down his length. If it feels as good for him as it does for me, we’re both in for a good time.

His eyes open to look at me. “Yeah,” he grunts and then moves his hands so one grips my neck and the other takes a hold of my hair. Pulling my hair, he commands on a growl, “Don’t fucking stop. Your pussy is like paradise on fucking crack.”

His dirty words work me up even more, and I fuck him with a relentless pace. We’re both chasing this, needing the release. Sweat slicks our skin as we careen towards heaven. As it starts to hit, I bend my head and bite his shoulder, swallowing the scream I can’t deny.

“Fuck!” He bucks underneath me and comes. His head leans against my shoulder as he surrenders to it.

I ride it out, wringing every last drop of what he’s giving me. When I’m done, I sag against him, exhausted. We stay like that for a while until he eventually lifts his head and says, “Fuck me, Presley, you know how to fuck.”

“You sure know how to compliment a girl,” I tease him.

“Just calling it like I see it.” He winks at me and lightly slaps my ass. “Where are we at with that addiction of yours? Have I fulfilled that promise yet?”

I kiss him before giving my answer. “What do you think?”

That wicked grin of his lights up his face. “I’d say we’re doing a damn good job of it, sweetheart. But just to be sure, we’d better keep at it.”

I grin back at him, which is so unlike me. It seems with Jett, I do all the things I never do with anyone else. “I think we should.”

And just like that, it’s settled. I’m going to let Jett have his way with my body all night. I’m going to put all my hesitations about him out of my mind and enjoy all the pleasure he gives me.

Chapter Six

Presley

I wake up to sunlight streaming in the window, the rays fanning out across me on the bed.

Jett’s bed.

We ended up here after the concert, and he spent hours worshipping my body. I didn’t get a good look at his apartment as he was so intent on ripping my clothes off and getting me into his bed, but from what I could see, it’s modern and sleek. He doesn’t have a lot of personal touches like photos, paintings, and plants, so it’s not the kind of apartment I would live in. I wonder how often he’s home, though, to even notice.

Rolling over, I find him on his back, still asleep. This is the perfect opportunity to admire his beauty, and I let my gaze roam over his body. His abs are perfectly chiseled and I wonder how many hours he has to spend in the gym to achieve that. And his V? Fuck me, I’ve never seen one so defined and so fucking delicious. I trace my fingers lightly down it, and he makes me jump when he growls, “You better be ready for me to fuck you if you’re gonna do shit like that, sweetheart.”

For someone who was asleep, he moves pretty bloody quickly, and in an instant, he’s pushed me onto my back and is on top of me. He stares down at me, and says, “Morning.” His voice is sleep husky, and I want to bottle that shit. It’s sexy and I want to play it over and over in my head for hours.

“Morning,” I almost whisper, still distracted by his voice and those muscles. Oh...those muscles.

He bends his face to mine and softly kisses me. It’s a wake-up kiss, but I know it’ll quickly progress into something more. The sizzle between us is undeniable, and I doubt we could ever be in the same room without wanting each other.

He deepens our kiss, and I don’t even care about morning breath. I want this man and nothing could get in the way of that at the moment. My legs wrap around his body, and I push myself towards him, but he pulls away and murmurs, “Wait a sec, beautiful. I need to wrap it.”

Fuck, he’s right, and I’m grateful one of us is thinking straight. I watch as he moves effortlessly off the bed and into the bathroom in search of a condom. A moment later, he returns, condom in place.

As he moves over me, he asks, “Now, where were we?”

I loop my hands around his neck and press my lips to his. “Right here.”

He spends some time blessing my lips with his, and then begins to trail kisses down my body, stopping momentarily at my breasts before continuing down. His destination is clear, and when he finally gets there, he takes a moment to look at me. Then he shifts his gaze to mine and asks, “Do you have any idea how much I want to lock myself away with your pussy for hours on end?”

Oh, good lord.

“Show me,” I say, because truthfully I can’t focus enough to form more words than that. Jett has seen to that.

A growl rumbles out of his chest, and he buries his face in me. Warm breath. A tongue that knows what it’s doing. A mouth I want to beg to never stop. And I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I throw my arms out to the side and grip the sheet as my back arches up off the bed. I’m thinking this kind of pleasure can’t be legal when he pushes his finger inside me and brings me closer to the edge. And it doesn’t take him long to tip me over that edge.

“Oh, my god, Jett...” I can’t even finish that sentence; the pleasure he’s giving me is so intense it’s all I can focus on.

He finishes bringing me to orgasm and then moves on top of me again. I love the wild look in his eyes. That look tells me just how much he wants me, and the feeling this knowledge induces is toe curling. He kisses me – a long, deep kiss – and I taste myself in his mouth. “See how fucking good you taste?” He’s staring at me intently, waiting for my reply.