Page 69 of Broken

His cock was rock hard, and it sprung free, my hand finding the head to brush along the sensitive skin. Jet’s eyes closed, and he sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, you touch me perfectly. Now, stroke it.”

I eagerly complied, sliding my hand down to the base of his cock and down over his balls to grip, massaging for a few moments before giving them a gentle tug. He hissed, his cock jumping in my hand, and I eased my way back up his length in a slow, tantalizing stroke, running my palm over the head before doing it all over again.

My own breaths were quick, Jet’s fingers never losing their focus between my legs. His thumb brushed my clit, and my pussy clenched as he hooked his fingers at the perfect spot, upping his pace as I ground down greedily on his hand.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned after a few minutes, knowing I was close, and Jet leaned forward to suck at my neck, finding that spot below my ear to nip in a gentle bite.

I exploded. Stars bursting before my eyes, and I cried out, riding Jet’s fingers until the pleasure was just too much and I had to push him away.

Quickly pulling a condom from his pocket, Jet grabbed my hips to bring me forward, and I guided his cock to my core.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured again, relishing in the feel of having him inside. I instantly started to move, grinding down on his lap hard and fast. Jet tucked his head in my neck again, sucking with that gentle pressure in that perfect spot while I gripped the seat behind him, using it for a brace, my hips wild and frantic, lost in everything that was between us. It was so much. So intense as I chased my next orgasm. “I just– I can’t–” I panted in frustration, almost there but not quite reaching, and Jet slipped his hand between my thighs to rub quick circles over my clit. “Yes!” I was so close, just seconds away. My pussy screaming for a release that wouldn’t quite come.

Jet bit down on the crook of my neck and shoulder, harder this time, the pressure just bordering pain, and I screamed, my orgasm shooting through me. I spasmed over his lap, and he groaned, holding on as long as he could. I was just coming down when he gripped my thighs, pulling me off his cock as he fell into a release of his own.

It took a moment before I processed what happened, and my brow furrowed as Jet dropped his head to my collar bone.

“Fuck, that was good.”

I nodded.But also, weird.

“Um, so why?” I hedged as Jet reached for a few napkins he kept in his glove box.

“Why?”

“Don’t do that, babe,” I said before crawling off his lap to pull on my clothes. “You know what I mean. You’ve never pulled out.” I felt weird somehow. Empty. Like I’d been robbed of the intimacy of our finish.

I didn’t like it.

Jet didn’t answer right away, a thoughtful look on his face as he cleaned up. “I got paranoid at the end.”

“Paranoid?”

He gave me a look. “If it could happen so easily to Izzy and Tucker…”

Oh…My own brow furrowed. “I don’t think we have the same thing to worry about. The chances are so low, babe. Between a condom and the pill. And theirs probably happened that time Tuckerdidn’tuse one.”

“See. Iknowthat. I do,” Jet stressed as he tucked himself back into his jeans. “But it was like it was a flashing warning in my head at the end. I’m sorry,” he added, reading from my face that it bothered me.

“Don’t be.” I shook my head. “It just surprised me. But honestly, I don’t like it. I missed the connection of you being in me when you finished. Except I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s probably just nothing. I’m sure it’ll pass.” He reached over to squeeze my hand.

We headed back home after that, and after ten minutes of kissing goodbye at the door, Jet finally let me say goodnight and head inside.

The house was quiet and calm, and I was relieved to not hear Izzy holed away in her studio again. I headed upstairs and peeked in Archer’s room, finding him lying on his stomach with his arm hanging off the bed, drool dripping out onto his pillow. I smiled, the sight both cracking me up and tugging at my heart.

I went to check on Izzy next and stopped in my tracks a few feet inside the room when I realized what she had in her hands.

“You had a sonogram?”

She looked up, a gentle smile on her face. “You want to see your niece?”

My niece?It took a moment to process before my eyes lit up. “It’s a girl?”

Izzy beamed, nodding. “Mom managed to get me an appointment today. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. My mood was just…and well, I wanted to feel happy when I got to share it with you.”

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