Chapter Twenty-One
Everest
I’m at my wits end. There’s someone with me around the clock, so I can’t even jerk off, and I think my dick is about to explode.
Between waking up with Jett pressed against me and having nothing better to think about besides the one shower sexcapade we had, I’m vibrating with pent up frustration.
I’m pretty sure that Lance has noticed how on edge I am today, and he’s texted Jett to come back early.
Earlier than normal. I don’t remember seeing him on his phone, but it’s not even noon yet, and he said that Jett is already on his way here.
As soon as the cell is unlocked, and he steps inside, I’m there holding the door open for Lance.
He chuckles as he exits, and I watch as he slowly heads down the stairs.
Normally, I wouldn’t do anything during broad daylight with so many people downstairs, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
It’s still plenty dark enough up here since there aren’t any windows, so I doubt anyone will be able to tell what we’re doing.
“I need a favor.” I announce as I turn around.
“Mmmm. What would that be?” He sits his backpack on his bed and starts to unzip it without looking back at me.
“The lantern,” I answer quickly. “I need the lantern.”
“Great,” a smartass smirk takes over his face. “Because I brought you one.” He says as he pulls it out of his backpack and sits it on the desk.
I’m standing there flabbergasted, floundering like a fucking fish.
He just brought that because… ? Because fucking what?
I didn’t do shit but cry like a baby in his arms all night long, so I didn’t earn that lantern.
Unless he brought it because he knew that I’d ask again, and he wanted to be prepared. That. It has to be that.
“Nice. So, how do you wanna to do this?” I ask excitedly.
“Do what?” He asks as he turns around and plops down on his bed.
“This,” I wave my hand back and forth between me and the lantern. “Exchange.”
“I wasn’t exchanging anything. It was a gift, Everest.”
“No!” I bark out as I fidget nervously. “No gifts. Exchange is fine.”
“The only way you’re getting that lantern is as a gift. I already have it. It’s already here.”
“Then I need another favor. Something different.”
“I already planned your lunch, and dinner.”
I furrow my brow at him, because I see what he’s doing here. He wants me to admit that I want him without needing something in exchange. He’s trying to take away everything I could possibly ask for, forcing me to tell him what I really want.
“Not that,” I say as I shake my head. “I need you to get a note to Axel.”
“Okay,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders. “Write it then. I’ll take it to him in the morning.” He gestures to the desk where my paper and pencils are.
“Can we do the exchange first? It might take me a while to write it.”
He gives me a confused look before he shakes his head. “No. We exchanged for the paper and pencils so that you could draw and write Axel. I’m not making you do anything else just to walk the note over to him. That’s ridiculous.“ He declares as he leans back on his elbow.
I let out an exasperated sigh and tilt my head toward the ceiling. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Everest.” He says with a hint of playfulness in his voice. I can hear the fucking smile he’s sporting. He’s winning and he’s fucking loving it.
“Jett…”
“Yes, schon?”
“Will you just fuck me? Please?“ I say without looking away from the ceiling. At least he won’t get the satisfaction of seeing me beg for it.
“Fuck— you? Me? Fuck you?”
“Yes.“ I finally glance back down at him, and the shock on his face is evident.
“Yeah… of course. Anything you need, my love.” He says as he leans up and scoots forward to the edge of the bed.
My love.
The term of endearment hits hard, and my eyes nearly start to water. I’m so keyed up that I can’t even keep my emotions in check anymore. It’s fucking annoying. I try to push back all the stupid feelings that are clawing their way up to the surface.
“Take control, Jett. Make it hard and fast.” I demand as I rip my shirt off. “Make it fucking good.”
“What you’re saying is that you want me to let loose?” A mischievous smirk tilts across his lips as he rips off his own shirt and starts to unbutton his pants.
“Yes. God yes.”
We both shove our pants down in unison, and then his hands are on my waist, spinning me around.
“Hands on the bars, Everest.”
I hear him rummaging around in his bag behind me, probably looking for lube.
His hands are back on my body in seconds, caressing and worshipping every inch he can reach.
My dick is pulsing and aching beyond anything I’ve ever felt, and every second he touches me just amplifies how fucking bad I need him. And I do.
I need him.
His brand of sarcasm, his random thoughtful gifts, him coming in early just to spend time with me, his late night talks, and early morning cuddles. I need so much more than his stupid dick, and I hate it.
“I need you, Jett.”
“Shhh. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, schon.”
I whimper as he finally kneels down behind me and spreads me open.
“Sweet Jesus, E. I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He teases the sensitive flesh before putting just enough pressure against it to leave me hungry for more. I impatiently try to push back into his finger, but he rips his hand away and smacks my ass. I gasp as I turn back to glare at him.
“The fuck was that for?!”
“Quit moving. I’m in control, and you’re going to behave. We go when I say go, and we stop when I say stop. Understood?”
I swallow the lump in my throat before I nod and turn back around.
This Jett is nothing like the submissive Jett from before, and I think it’s kind of hot that he can fall into either role without even thinking twice about it.
He’s naturally gifted on either side of the coin, and that’s quite impressive.
I never thought that I’d enjoy being in control, but I’ve spent an awful lot of time replaying our first night together over and over in my head these last few days.
Right now, though? I need him to lead; I’m too frantic to have control.
I love that we’re comfortable enough with each other that we don’t even have to slow down to work out the logistics.
Jett knows what my body needs better than I do.
His hand goes right back to where it was, but this time he slips the tip of his finger inside slowly.
It takes every bit of willpower I have to not press back against him, forcing him to go faster.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had something inside of me, and I’m dying a little more every second I have to wait.
“Please, Jett. I need more. I really, really need more.”
He slides his finger out and adds another. I’m immediately relieved, but in mere seconds I’m eager for another.
I turn back to glance at him. “I don’t think I was imagining things when I said fast and hard. This is the opposite of that, Jett.”
“I know what you said, and when I get my dick inside of you, then I’ll give you what you want, but I’m not going to hurt you.
So, turn the fuck back around and be quiet.
” He hisses before slowly forcing another finger inside of me.
The pleasure builds so fast that it’s almost blinding.
His free hand is all over my body, and not in enough places at the same time.
I want him everywhere. I want him to fully consume me.
Before I leave this place, I want every part of me to belong to him in a way that he’ll never be able to forget, because I won’t. I know I won’t be able to forget him.
“I’m rea— ready.” I pant out as he pegs my prostate again.
He pulls his fingers back, leaving me empty and unsatisfied, before grabbing my shirt off the floor to wipe his hands off.
He has that same affectionate and attentive edge to his touch that he always does as he finally stands up behind me.
It’s hard to concentrate on anything else when his fingers are tracing the lines of my adonis belt, but he damn sure grabs my attention when the head of his dick presses against me.
“Deep breaths for me, E.” He purrs as he pushes the tip inside. “Just like that my love, you’re doing perfect.”
I’ve never really cared for praise, or any specific kinks really, but something about his deep husky voice telling me how pleased he is with me has a shiver running down my spine.
He slides against my prostate, and my body turns into a puddle of pleasure, caving against the iron bars. I’ll probably have bruises on my hips tomorrow that will serve as temporary reminders of this. Maybe I could get them tattooed on me as permanent reminders instead.
Listen to me. I sound like a fucking psychopath.
“Open your eyes, E. Look at everyone down there.” He demands as he slowly works his way inside of me. “Anyone could glance up here and see what we’re doing. See your cock jutting out from between the bars, making a mess all over the floor.”
I whimper at the thought as I glance down to see the stream of cum dripping from the tip of my dick. Every time he brushes against my prostate, another pulse forces its way out.
“Look at that. You fit every inch of me, Everest. I’m proud of you, baby.
” He praises as he runs a hand through my hair before grabbing me by the nape of my neck.
He forces his other arm in front of both of my hips and yanks them back.
He’s nearly holding my feet off the floor as he starts thrusting into me faster.
It’s a delicate balance. I’m holding our weight against the bars with my arms, while he pushes against the back of my neck to keep himself steady.
It’s a position that I would never imagine working, but the angle he’s holding right now has him rearranging my insides in the best fucking way possible.
“Pizza and a show! Who knew?”