Chapter 6
Chapter six
Izzy
"You need to quiet down, big boy. You're going to get us caught," I whisper seductively with a snicker, covering his mouth and suppressing his groans.
He grabs my wrist, pulls my hand from his mouth, and kisses my palm.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" His voice is hoarse, and his words are choppy.
"Yes, Jett, I'm quite aware of what I'm doing. I'm currently fucking your brains out." My voice is low and breathy as a soft moan escapes me through the words spoken.
My hands grab onto his shoulders for stability as I continue grinding up and down in fluid motions on the length of his erection. Jett's hands trail their way up my thighs until they reach my hips. There, they stop and dig into my skin, sending a sweet, welcoming shock of pain through me.
Adjusting his grip a little tighter, he stills my movements, my eyes flashing to his in confusion.
I've always enjoyed being in control during sex.
Most think it's just because it's my freaky kink.
When in reality, it's all about control and trust. Trust. It's a funny thing.
A thing I've always struggled with. If I'm in control of the situation, the only one I need to relinquish trust over to is myself.
I've never let a guy I'm sleeping with take the lead. Not since the first. Not since my control was forcibly taken from me.
I was just a kid back then. Fucking fourteen years old. I didn’t know what I wanted, but now I do. And I want to be in control. I need to.
Jett fucking knows this. But, he’s constantly pushing those boundaries lately. It pisses part of me off and turns the other part the fuck on. The part that lights me on fire and comes alive when he touches me. The part that has me begging him for more. The part that requires trust.
I do trust Jett. I just don't want to.
He holds my body in place with authority as he lifts his hips off the bed, thrusting forcefully until he's seated fully inside of me. He stays still, giving me a moment to adjust.
"Ahh," I cry out on a whimper as my body stretches around his cock to accommodate his size. I've never let him in so deep. The sensation of pleasure rushes through me, my head falling back and my eyes screwing shut.
Jett lets out a deep growl as his hands grasp even tighter on my hips, wringing a small yelp of pleasurable pain from my mouth.
"Jett!" I yell out much louder than expected as my eyes flash open. I instantly feel the comfort of his eyes already waiting for me.
He pulls out of me completely, leaving my chest heaving and me panting breathlessly.
His hands release my hips, and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my bare body to his chest. Our mouths find one another as if both are in sync to the same beat.
Not breaking our kiss, our tongues dance, caressing one another.
Jett rolls us, flipping me onto my back and hovering above me.
I gulp—a position I've never allowed any guy to get me into. Another firm boundary since everything was taken from me at fourteen.
Out of instinct, my brain screams for me to regain control. But it’s Jett… and my pussy is aching to have him back inside me. My body pushes the limits of my own boundaries, a willing participant to let him take me in any way that he'd like.
Jett pulls back, breaking our kiss, and the instant loss of connection overwhelms me.
I look him over as his eyes rake up and down my form, clearly appreciating every inch of what he sees.
Finally, his eyes meet mine, and instantly, he smirks.
With an eyebrow raised, he bites down on his bottom lip, sending me ablaze at the hot ass sight.
His eyes stay locked on mine, hands trailing down to my thighs. He spreads them wide and sinks down to my center, placing kisses on his way.
I pull at his arms, trying to stop him. "Jett, I've never had a guy go down—"
The flat of his tongue drags up my center, cutting off my thoughts and leaving me breathless.
"Quiet your mind and especially that sassy damn mouth,” he whispers against me, “and let me feed the beast. It can't wait to devour this pretty little pussy, like the snack that it is."
Oh. My. God.
How the fuck do I object to that?
It doesn’t matter, because as much as I don’t want to, I have to object. I have to stay in control. Yes, I trust Jett. But why would I give in to that trust and give over control when there’s still a chance he’ll use it to hurt me?
So, how the fuck do I object to that?
Like this..
"If you're so hungry," I push at his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. "Go eat a damn sandwich, because I am not on the menu, Big Boy." My protest lacks authority, and he snorts out a laugh at my weak attempt.
Instead of entertaining the war going on inside my brain, I shut up the shit show and watch him intently as he sinks himself further between my legs. He trails kisses along my inner thighs, leaving a tingle on my skin in the wake of each one.
"Damn, Iz." His eyes flash briefly to mine, still hot on him, before dropping his gaze back to my center. "You're soaked for me," he groans out in approval as he places a kiss right above my clit.
I've never felt so vulnerable, so on display. Somehow, it doesn't feel as uncomfortable as I would have expected. I know it's because it's him, but I push those mushy-ass feelings down.
This is just sex. It can only be sex. No feelings allowed, Izabel. Feelings lead to love. Love leads to trust. Trust leads to betrayal.
"Well, hell, you make it easy," I snark back, and he flashes me a warning glare before quickly returning to his job at hand. I stifle a chuckle and continue watching this big, manly guy praise my body in the most intimate way—a way I've never experienced before.
"The bad girl may be a good girl, after all," he groans, pleased, swiping the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one swift motion.
"We will see about that," I moan, tangling my fingers in his short-cropped hair just as his lips wrap around my sensitive spot, sucking my clit into his mouth. The unfamiliar sensation sends feelings of pleasure radiating through my core and causes my limbs to tremble.
"You've seriously never been eaten out before?" he murmurs against me, finding my gaze.
"Never." I shake my head, not breaking his eye contact.
"I’m honored." He takes his time, flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit. Before I know it, his mouth wraps around it again, and he moves his head from side to side, my entire lower body shaking as my orgasm builds. I've never been so close to climaxing so quickly.
"As you should," I chirp back quickly through quick-paced breaths.
His eyes hold mine as he pulls back even further and gently pushes two fingers into me. He doesn't cluelessly thrust his fingers in and out like most guys would. No, he takes it a step further, curling his fingers as he goes up and down, hitting my sensitive spot with each movement.
"Oh fuck! More! I need more. Now!" I cry out, needing to feel him inside of me as I come apart.
His fingers withdraw from my center as he closes in on me, hovering right above me, our faces mere inches apart.
His eyes stay intent on mine, staring into my soul as if he can see every part of me and who I am at my core.
The look in his eyes warms my heart and rattles it all at once.
I feel his breath dance across my skin, and I can't help but realize that I've never wanted someone so badly.
I want him in more ways than just sexually.
It scares the shit out of me. I hate it. It makes me feel weak, and I can’t have that. Not again. Not ever again.
"Izzy, I fucking love—"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." My eyes close instantly, and I softly push at his chest, requesting him to get off of me. He doesn't budge.
"What the hell, Iz?"
Once my eyes reopen, they instantly find his, and the hurt is plastered across his beautifully chiseled features.
Here I go. Doing what I do best. Pushing people away once they get too close.
Somehow, the idea of pushing him away isn't the same. My heart sinks in my chest at the thought, but I carry on.
"Jett," I scoff. "Come on, don't do this. We both knew what this was when we started fooling around."
He refuses to move from his position, hovering above me, so I push past and crawl out from under him. Standing quickly, I search the room for my clothes, scattered everywhere. Of course they are—why would this be a simple exit?
"That's fucking bullshit, and you know it,” Jett says. “Don't play me for one of your fuckboy fools. You know damn well you feel exactly the same as I do. You're just too damn scared to admit it to yourself."
I spin on my heels instantly, throwing him a scowl.
"Scared?" I huff in disgust.
"Yeah, Iz. You're fucking scared, and it's okay, Beauty. I'm scared, too. But I'm so damn sick of pretending I'm not absolutely crazy about you. Because I am."
Tears threatening to spill, I close my eyes, rejecting their push. The pads of his fingers trail up my arms until they reach my face, now held between his hands. I let out a breath I was holding in, trying to steady my breathing and erratically beating heart.
Opening my eyes, he’s towering over me protectively. He lovingly cradles my face in his hands, and the traitorous tears trickle down my cheeks. Jett tenderly wipes each tear away with the pad of his thumb as they fall.
"We can't..." I murmur.
"We can. Hell, we already are. I know that we both know we are so much more than just sex. I don't understand why you refuse to let go and admit it to yourself. "
I sigh, looking up and meeting his eyes. Eyes that see through all my bullshit. All the lies I tell him and myself.
Jett wants more, more than I can give. If I were any other woman, I’d give it in a heartbeat. But I’m not, and it’s not that easy. For me, letting go is the hardest fucking thing in the world to do.
The hardest.
Stiffening my spine, I swallow my tears and look Jett square in the face. “There’s nothing to admit. There never will be.”