Fallon
Iwake up surrounded by the now familiar warmth of Jett’s bare chest with his arms wrapped protectively around me. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, but I don’t want to move. Ever.
Any night I don’t have Harper and he doesn’t have Pierce, we spend together without fail. We’ve slightly manipulated our custody schedules to line up, giving us at least three nights a week together, sometimes more.
It’s been heavenly. I don’t care at all that we don’t go out. We’re in our little lust bubble, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
We talk, watch movies, sit in the hot tub, drink, dance, laugh, make passionate love, and fuck.
It’s almost too good to be true, but it’s my reality and has been for the past few months.
I’ve fallen very hard, very fast, but so has he.
He doesn’t pretend otherwise. This is the most honest and open relationship I’ve ever had.
I wiggle a bit and feel a very erect penis wedged between us.
I’m suddenly brought back to many months ago when Amanda told me about how Beckett often slips inside her while she’s sleeping.
I think she said Beckett’s technically asleep too, but I’m wide awake while Jett is not, yet a certain part of his body seems more than happy to make an appearance.
Hmm, could this work the other way around?
I carefully slide down his body and out of his embrace. Snapping my head up, I see him still fast asleep. I take in his facial features, from his perfectly straight nose to his sexy scruff, big lips, and thick eyebrows. Good lord, he’s handsome. Just looking at him turns me on.
His arms fall to the sides without me between them. He stirs a little but is still out cold.
His muscular legs are spread a bit, and his cock is resting heavily against his toned stomach. He’s so physically dominant. He looks like a piece of art.
I can’t help but grab his penis and lick around the tip. Again, he stirs but doesn’t wake.
I slowly move up to my knees and place them on the bed on either side of his hips. I’m now fully straddling him with my center resting on something very large and very hard. I’m beyond turned on, aching to have him inside me again. It’s become a bit of an addiction for me.
Lifting, I place his tip at my entrance and slowly lower myself onto him. I can feel every ridge and vein as my walls squeeze his length until I’m completely full of him. Oh god, that feels so good.
His mouth widens, and he breathes my name, but I think he’s still asleep. Holy crap. This really worked.
A smile finds my lips at the fact that even in his sleep, he’s thinking of me.
I lift back up and then come down again, feeling my arousal coating him as it drips from me like an open faucet. I’m able to do it a handful of times before his eyes begin to blink open in rapid succession. He hardens just a drop more, filling me to the max.
He looks around until his eyes find me. I grin widely and breathe, “Time to wake up, big boy.”
His focus then moves down to where our bodies are joined. He watches me moving up and down on him as if it’s the best thing he’s ever witnessed. His gaze then slowly moves up my body as if he’s studying every inch of me. Worshiping every inch of me.
In his sexy as fuck croaky morning voice, he asks, “Are you taking advantage of me in my sleep?”
I bite my lower lip, nod my head, and breathe, “Yes, I am. Stay still and hard and let me ride you into ecstasy.”
His lips curl in amusement. “You’re a naughty girl.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge.
Before I can process what he’s doing, he flips us like a ninja until he’s on top, yet still inside me. I let out a moan at how deep he pushes inside me when he does so.
I’ve got nowhere to go now with his weight on top of me and his big arms caging me in.
I love it when I’m rendered helpless and he’s in complete control like this.
He could do anything he wanted to me right now, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Another shot of liquid lust floods my pussy at the thought.
His green eyes darken, and his voice deepens. “Do you want me to punish you?”
I nod, desperate to be punished.
“How badly do you want it?”
“So badly,” I pant. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”
He withdraws from my body, and I want to cry at the loss. When a man Jett’s size pulls out, the feeling of emptiness is instantly overwhelming.
Climbing up my body, he places his knees on either side of my head and teases my lips with his tip, tracing them over and over again. I can taste both of us on him, a perfect combination.
He uses his tip to push my lower lip down. “Open wide and lick your naughty girl juices off my cock.”
“Yum,” I practically coo.
Jett’s dirty talk has increased throughout our time together. He wasn’t quite like this when we first got together, but he sees how much it turns me on. I think it now turns him on too.
I open my mouth, and he slides that big dick of his in as far as I can take him. The cuffs we used last night are still on his bedposts. He secures both my wrists to them.
I’m totally immobile on his bed with his cock stuffed down my throat. I could come from this.
He swivels his hips back and then thrusts forward back into my throat on a moan I’m not sure is his or mine. It might be both of us.
“I love watching you choke on what’s yours.”
Oh god.
He begins more steady movements while I use my lips and tongue as best I can with a mouth full of monster cock. His giant body is straddling my face. I’m loving every minute of it.
He grips my hair and uses it as leverage as he drives his body in and out of mine with a reckless abandon that’s a little unlike him. It’s such a turn on to see him lose control like this. My clit feels like it might explode. It’s throbbing.
“Am I deep enough?” he spits out.
I shake my head even though I don’t think he could get deeper without entering my lungs.
“You’re so fucking hot. I’m so damn hard for you. Always. Can you feel it?”
Umm, sure can. It’s kind of hard to miss.
“Do you like the way you taste on my cock?”
I nod as tears spill from my eyes and saliva drips uncontrollably out of my mouth.
I trace his pulsing veins with my tongue, and he grunts. “Oh fuck, that’s so good. Do you have any idea how perfect you feel with your mouth around my cock like this?”
He fists my hair tighter and pushes himself further than I can take. I gag around him. “Fuck, yes. Gag on me.”
I spread my tongue as far as it can go and watch as his body shakes. “Take it all,” he groans, as he comes long and hard into my eager mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet,” he commands. “Just show me your mouth full of my come.”
Fuck, that’s hot. No one has ever said that to me before.
When he slowly pulls out, I open wide to show him the fruits of his labor.
“That’s a good girl taking all my come.”
I think if he brushes by my clit right now, I’ll orgasm.
“Keep your mouth open as you swallow. I want to watch my come disappear down your throat.”
It’s no easy feat, but I manage to follow his instructions until the entire load is gone. I lick my lips. “Hmm, you taste good. I guess I can skip breakfast today.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “How wet are you right now?”
I twist my lips. “Hmm, monsoon season in Mawsynram, India wet. Cropp River in New Zealand wet. Typhoon season in Yakushima, Japan wet.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Why do you know these random wet places?”
I giggle. “Kamryn Hart has a wealth of random facts. She happened to have mentioned this at dinner one night. I stored it in my memory bank for this exact situation.”
He reaches back and slides a finger through me. A delicious tremor reverberates through my entire body. One more touch like that and it will be over.
“Jesus Christ. You’re soaked. You might come before I even do anything to you.”
“Jett,” I breathe. “I want you.”
He slides that finger into his mouth. “Hmm. So damn good.”
My eyes flutter at the look of pure ecstasy on his face from tasting me. I’m teetering on the edge.
He moves down my body until he’s hovering above me. “Should I let you come, or do you need more punishment, naughty girl?”
I thrust my hips up, desperate for some friction. “Come,” I pant. “Please.”
He remains still, not moving at all, drawing this out. He’s torturing me.
I start squirming, just needing a little friction. I wrap my legs around him and thrust my pussy up until it meets the warmth of his semi-hard cock.
My legs immediately begin to shake. His eyes widen, realizing I’m going to come.
He drops down, thrusts his semi violently inside me, and bites my right nipple hard. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge of sanity.
I yell out as my body detonates on impact. I feel the telling snap, and I squirt onto him.
We both look down in shock. I’ve never squirted from penetrative sex, and he wasn’t even fully hard again yet.
This man officially drives me wild.
After a round of slow, sensual shower sex where he treats my body like it’s the most precious thing on the planet, I’m getting ready for the first day of my new job with the Beavers.
Reagan had boxes of Beavers apparel and other swag delivered to my house, so my work “wardrobe” is set.
I’ve worn scrubs to work for many years.
It’s weird to wear something different, but it’s a welcome change.
Jett is in the kitchen when I make my way downstairs. He smiles and hands me a brown paper bag as I walk in. “I made you lunch for your first day of work.”
Seriously, does it get cuter than this guy?
“What did you make me?”
“PB&J.”
I gasp. “What about the peanut allergy kids? What if one is at my assigned table?” I joke.
He lifts an eyebrow. “Did you know a single kid with a peanut allergy growing up?” he asks skeptically.
I shrug. “Maybe a few.”
He waves his hand dismissively. “No, you didn’t. Gen X was too tough for peanut allergies.”
I twist my lips. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m a millennial. We wholeheartedly believe in peanut allergies…and so does modern medicine and science.”