Her query echoes in my cranium as I collect my jacket and my keys from my desk and get the fuck out of right here.

I want to search out Jet.

***

I name his cellphone, however he doesn’t reply. Typical. Most likely forgot to cost it, or change it on—or he’s strolling. I move by the shop, however the Closed signal is on, so I drive on dwelling, questioning what I’ll do if Sweet is there.

Lose it like a motherfucker, most likely.

Which makes me glad there’s solely Jet once I enter the condo. He’s within the rest room, arms braced on the sink, shirtless, solely clad in his briefs. He meets my gaze within the mirror, and it roots me to the spot.

Anger. Disappointment. Distress. Despair.

Fuck, he is aware of. Now it is smart why Sweet isn’t right here with him. I can image it in my head—Jet seeing the image, the feedback, confronting her.

I’ve no fucking clue why there’s a heaviness in my chest, or why my eyes ache. I’m so fucking offended, dammit. So fucking mad.

And sexy.

There’s no aware thought concerned. I seize Jet and switch him round, push him again towards the sink and slam my mouth on his.

He reaches for me, kissing me again like he’s punishing me, and that’s good. I want that. He’s all lips and tongue and enamel and stubble, his arms threatening to interrupt my bones the place they’re gripping my biceps.

I push, and he pushes again. We wrestle within the rest room, hitting one wall, then the opposite, till I handle to pin him towards the bathe stall. I push a knee between his legs, and in return he bites my decrease lip so laborious I’m fairly positive it’s bleeding. He yanks me to his chest, thrusts his tongue deep inside my mouth.

Tough and offended and determined, like me.

His arms slip down my sides to my pants. They discover my zipper and open it. I do the identical for him, and we fumble with our underwear till we grip one another’s dick, tough, scorching arms on rock-hard cocks.

However that’s not sufficient.

I push his arms away. He struggles towards me, and I shove him again so laborious his head hits the wall.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

I pull down his briefs and kneel at his ft with my hand on his cock.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He glances down at me, tries to drag again.

“Cease preventing me, Jet.”

“You’re the one who’s been preventing this.”

“Then let me have you ever.”

He stills, his eyes vast. “Hell, I’m yours, J. At all times was. However—”

“Good.” I lap at his cock, tasting him for the primary time and he jerks in my maintain.

“Fuck…”

I suck him in, taking him as deep as I can, and he groans, a deep, needy sound. Each his arms land on my head, tangling in my hair.

So that is what a person tastes like, I believe, licking at his salty bitterness. What Jet tastes like. I attempted my very own cum as soon as, however wasn’t loopy about it.

Jet, although… Darkish, musky, salty, sturdy like booze. His style turns my dick to diamond. He jerks on my hair, the sting of ache one other jolt straight to my intestine, making my balls heavy. I suck him more durable, deeper, drawing an extended moan from him.

He’s staring down at me, his eyes spherical and black with arousal. I curl my fingers across the thick base of his cock, tugging in time to my lips sucking him, and raise my different hand to his balls, desirous to really feel them.

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