Chapter 24
ETHAN
“Another drink and we’re out of here.”
I’ve got my arm around Jett’s shoulder, holding him tightly to my side, and my pulse is thrumming fast and hot. It has nothing to do with alcohol since I only had one beer. It has nothing to do with my post-game high either.
No, it has everything to do with Jett.
If we were by ourselves, I’d have him straddling my lap, his legs wrapped around my waist, my hands on his ass.
Fuck, as it is, it’s all I can do to control myself.
I thought admitting out loud how I really felt about him would make me freak and run but the opposite happened.
I’m so turned on that he’s officially mine that I’ve been walking around with a semi since the locker room.
Jett is my boyfriend.
It sounds right and it feels right. The restlessness that I’ve always felt when it comes to sex, always moving on to the next person, is gone. Jett makes me want like I’ve never wanted in my life. He drives me wild but also grounds me in a way I didn’t expect. Do I do the same for him?
Is this what being in love feels like?
Given the way his eyes haven’t strayed from mine, I’d say yes.
“Never mind the drink, it’s time to go,” Jett insists as he squeezes my thigh.
We pop out of our chairs at the same time, nearly knocking them over in our rush to leave.
“Thanks for the celebration,” I announce to the group. “See you guys on Saturday.”
“Leaving already?” Dane smirks. “What’s the hurry?”
“Let them go, please,” Silas remarks and waves us off. “I’m choking on their sexual tension.”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck no, I have a hot husband to go home to,” Silas remarks with a smirk.
We say our goodbyes, and taking Jett’s hand, I steer us out of Boots. My heart is thundering in my chest, and the sooner I can get my boyfriend alone, the better.
The walk back to the frat house takes twice as long as it normally does because every minute or so I need to stop and kiss Jett.
Well, he stops to kiss me too. We can’t keep our mouths or hands off each other.
Of course, we pass the campus on our way back, and we run into students, and while most of them ignore us, I can feel the stares of a few.
No one says anything, except one guy who shouts at us to “get a room!”
“We plan to!” I call back and laugh.
Jett chuckles and hides his face in my neck.
“Maybe we should tone it down until we’re alone.”
I grip him tightly. “Why? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, but I don’t want you to be.”
“Sugar, you know me. I do what I want, when I want, with who I want. If other people have a problem with it, they can fuck off.”
“Bi and proud of it?”
“I am,” I reply with confidence. “Most of all, I’m proud to be with you.”
It’s like I’ve been running around in the dark for ages and suddenly there’s a light on and all I can see is Jett. I rub one hand down his back and feel the shudder that runs through his body.
“You like that, eh?” I tease.
“I don’t want your ego getting any bigger.”
“Too late.”
Jett kisses the sensitive spot under my ear, and I lose all train of thought. What were we talking about? Oh yes, how proud I am to be with my boyfriend. I can’t stop saying that word, even if it’s only in my head.
“I need you to fuck me tonight,” he whispers. “I want that. I’m ready.”
My cock is painfully hard at his suggestion, but I want Jett to be sure. Unlike his nasty ex, I don’t care if we have anal sex, now or ever. As long as we’re together, I’m good.
“Are you sure?”
He nods and kisses me with such passion that my head is swimming.
“There’s only one way to find out.”
I’m suddenly nervous, and without realizing, I let go of him.
“I trust you, Ethan. And I want to be as close to you as I can get.”
Nothing has hit me harder than Jett’s words.
Not even a hit on the ice. I feel the impact in my gut, in my bones, and most of all, in my heart.
I’ve fucked plenty, but I’ve never felt like this.
I want to give Jett everything he wants and then some.
I want to mark him, possess him, and make him mine in every way.
And what do you know? I want him to do the same to me.
“But only if you want that too,” Jett adds.
I nod, licking my lips and tasting Jett on my tongue. So addictive.
“I do. I want it all with you.”
I reach for him again, but he takes a step back and shakes his head, a wicked smile curling those lush lips. The playful glint in his eyes has my nerves ebbing away.
What is he up to?
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, stalking after him.
“You know the rules. You want me, you need to catch me first,” he teases.
Before I can reply, he’s running down the street toward the frat house.
“Payback is coming, Sugar!” I call out as I chase after him.
He’s a fast runner, but I’ve got so much adrenaline in my veins that it doesn’t take me long to reach him.
Okay, he definitely slowed down on purpose.
We’re both sweaty and laughing as I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in tight to my body, his ass cradling my dick.
We stumble onto the lawn of my house and then I’m guiding him to the door.
“Get your sexy ass in my bed,” I demand.
I don’t know how we make it inside and up the stairs, but in between feverish kisses and heavy groping, we finally make it to my bedroom.
The blind on my window is up and there’s only the pale cast of moonlight flooding the room.
Our clothes are thrown aside in a frenzied rush until there’s nothing between us.
With my hand on Jett’s neck, I measure how quick his pulse is pounding, and my heart picks up speed in response.
“Face down, Sugar.”
Jett crawls up on my bed and stretches out on his stomach. He rests his head on his arms and turns to look at me. Those big beautiful eyes wreck me. Every single time. His long, cut body is stunning, and all mine, and when he spreads his legs, all I can do is stare and take him in.
“Ethan.”
I stalk to the nightstand and reach into the drawer for the bottle of lube I keep stashed there.
“Condom?” I ask.
“No. I need you to come inside me.”
I’m so turned on that I reach for my dick and squeeze the base so I don’t ruin it all and come too soon.
Oh, fuck. I’m going to spill my load in Jett’s ass.
I throw the lube on the mattress and walk around to stand at the foot of the bed, taking him all in.
No matter how many times I’ve seen him naked, it’s like the first time.
I kneel on the bed and lean down, kissing Jett’s calf and moving higher, over the sensitive spot behind his knee and then up his thigh until I reach his hip, his ass.
As I lick down his crease, Jett utters a filthy moan that hits me right in the balls.
But instead of moving lower, I kiss my way up his back, between his shoulder blades, my hands following as I slowly massage him. I’m going to touch and taste every inch of him before I slide home and make him mine.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers.
I slide my hands up his forearms and interlock our fingers so tight that my knuckles are turning white. It’s never enough. No matter how many times we’ve kissed and touched, I can’t get close enough.
“Ethan.”
I lower myself and blanket his body with mine.
Being skin to skin with Jett is a high that can’t be equaled.
My hard dick slides between his ass cheeks, and I pump my hips, the feel of his hot skin on my bare cock so fucking good.
My lips track that tempting line of freckles up his neck, and then I lick and bite his skin, sucking hard, marking him.
“Oh fuck,” Jett groans and writhes underneath me.
I’m going to leave love bites all over his body so there’s no question who he belongs to.
“There’s no question it’s you,” he whispers.
Shit, did I say that out loud?
“Mark me, Ethan. I love it.”
There’s something I need first, and I know Jett needs it too.
When my mouth claims his, our kiss is so passionate, it’s almost brutal in its intensity. I suck on his tongue, desperate and greedy for his taste. We could come like this, but he wants me inside him, and I’m going to give Jett everything he wants.
Reluctantly, I give him one last kiss and let go of his hands.
“We have all night,” I remind him. “All night.”
I ease back until I’m kneeling between his legs, and then I reach for the lube and slick up my hands.
When I spread his ass cheeks wide, I can’t resist, and lean down to lick over his tight pink hole.
I love Jett’s taste. But once is never enough, and when I tease him again with my tongue, he lets out a husky groan.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I slide one slick finger over his hole, teasing the rim, while my other hand reaches down to cup his smooth balls.
“Get your finger in my hole,” Jett hisses.
I lean down and playfully bite his ass cheek.
“All in good time, Sugar.”
Jett moans and humps the mattress.
“No coming until I’m inside you,” I warn.
With the tip of my finger, I slowly push inside his hole, and Jett pushes his ass back, taking me in.
“Oh God,” Jett whimpers, grabbing hold of a pillow and shoving it under his face.
“Okay?”
“So good. So fucking good.”
God, he’s so hot and tight, and I can’t wait until it’s my cock claiming him. Only, not this way.
“Roll over,” I demand.
“What?”
I gently remove my finger, and Jett looks over his shoulder in confusion. There’s heat and hunger in his eyes, and I’m greedy to witness all of it.
“Roll over,” I command. “I need to see your face.”
Jett quickly flips to his back and pulls his knees up to his chest, offering up his hole. I grab a pillow and shove it under his hips.
When I push my finger inside him again, I fuck in and out slowly, making sure he’s good and stretched.
“More,” he whimpers. “Give me more.”