Page 22 of Before You Can Blink
Daisy writhed beneath me, her head thrashing against the sheets, her unfiltered moans of ecstasy music to my ears. This was what we’d been missing before. How had I missed that?
“This better, baby?” I thrust into her so hard it drove her up the bed.
“Yes. God, yes,” she cried out, her voice heightening in pitch the closer she drew to climax.
“You gonna come for me? Soak my cock while you squeeze the life out of it when you do?” I gritted out, my control hanging by the thinnest of fraying threads.
The sharp gasp that split the air was the only warning I got before Daisy went off like a firecracker, the display brilliant enough to light up the night sky. Even though sweat ran into my eyes, I kept them wide open, memorizing the expression of bliss etched on my girl’s face.
When the tremors wracking her body finally petered out, she smacked the vibrator away.
A dark chuckle slipped past my lips as I bent down to lick a path from her navel to her neck, coming to a stop beside her ear. “What’s the matter, honey? Too sensitive?”
“Yes,” she panted out.
I nipped her earlobe, musing, “I wonder . . .”
“What?”
“If I can get you there again, all on my own, now that you’re primed and ready for me.”
“Jett, I don’t think—“ Her words turned into a shrill scream when I snapped my hips, pounding into her without mercy.
Hitching one of her thighs over my forearm, I spread her wide open, grinding my pelvis against her clit upon impact when we crashed together.
“Jett! Oh God!” Her nails pierced the flesh of my shoulders as she clung to me, hanging on for dear life as I slammed into her ruthlessly, finally free to unleash the beast that had been kept caged until she found her release.
Beyond words, the only sounds that came from me were rough grunts and groans. Blood roared in my ears, muting my hearing until I grew deaf to her cries of ecstasy. But there was no denying the way her pussy clamped down on my cock in tandem with the convulsions of the body beneath me. Male pride surged in my veins at being the first man to have brought her to orgasm without a toy, and I finally let go.
Roaring, I came so hard my vision blurred, pumping into her until I was empty and then a few more times after that for good measure.
With sweat coating every inch of my skin, I collapsed beside her, my hand falling to her breasts that had been woefully neglected. I made a mental note to remedy that next time. I already knew I could spend hours worshiping those creamy swells with my tongue and teeth.
The tiny room was humid; the scent of sex hung heavily in the air, and I sucked in as deep a lungful of it as my heaving chest would allow.
Daisy’s hand grazed my abs, and I turned my head to the side. With dark hair plastered to her forehead and her skin dewy and pink, she’d never looked more beautiful.
Swallowing, she licked her lips before asking, “Does casual mean no spending the night?” There was a hopeful lilt to her voice.
“Casual means anything we decide it does. Do you want me to stay?”
Blue eyes, still clouded with lust, met mine. “Yes, please.”
Pulling her into my side, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Then, I’ll stay.”
I kept to myself that it wasn’t much of a hardship because I wasn’t ready to let her go.
Chapter 4
Jett
Age 22
August
“Jett!”Theexcitedcryhad my head whipping around, searching for the owner of that familiar voice—a voice I’d only heard over the phone for months on end.
My girl—yeah, I’d given up the ghost on that one a while ago—was shorter than most, and there were too many people milling around the backstage area for my eyes to find her in the crowd.
