Page 54 of One-Time Shot
He snickered. “That’s cute. Did you wear glasses then too?”
“Yes.”
“I love that. I can picture you now watering bananas, your glasses slipping off your nose and that look you get when you’re super serious.” He pulled a face, his gaze warm and affectionate.
“I don’t look like that.”
“You do, and it’s adorable.”
“I’m not adorable,” I huffed, licking chocolate from my spoon.
“Sure you are, but you’re hot too. Whatever you’re doing with that spoon has to stop, though. I’ve got a chubby now.”
I licked the spoon again. “Do you?”
Jett flashed a roguish grin that spelled trouble in any language. “Let’s get out of here, Maloney.”
We speed-walked to the hotel, our heads bent in an attempt to avoid the worst of the wind and rain. It didn’t work. We peeled wet khakis and jeans off along with the rest of our clothing and turned on the shower, jockeying for position under the warm spray.
Playful groping in between washing up escalated quickly—his tongue tickling my tonsils, his cock pulsing against my upper thigh, his fingers in my hole.
We dried off and stumbled toward the king-sized bed.
Jett climbed behind me, tongue teasing my entrance, lubed fingers, and then…he was inside me. I gripped the headboard as he moved. He held my hips still and, per his words, “drilled me.”
His speech went something like:
“You feel so good. I love drilling your sweet hole. You love it too, don’t you? Tell me to fuck you. Tell me how you like it.”
It was challenging enough to stay upright. I couldn’t manage words too. I grunted in acquiescence, but Jett was persistent. “Tell me, tell me.”
“I love it,” I growled. “Fuck me, fuck me. Yes, yes, yes!”
He pulled out and flopped on the bed, motioning for me to straddle his legs. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”
I lifted up and down, jerking myself with short strokes while he fucked me from below, hitting my prostate again and again and…
That was it for me. My orgasm sent me reeling. I collapsed over Jett, shooting across his chest as he came inside me.
Let me just say that my name had never sounded so good on anyone else’s lips.Mal-colm, Mal-colm. Not Maloney…Malcolm.
Rain battered our hotel window, and wind whistled through the trees outside, but we were warm and content under the covers. I lost count of how many times we’d had sex, but it was pretty much the only real activity on our agenda. Well, we talked too—a continuation of our lighthearted banter at the café.
It was surreal to lie with Jett and not worry about anything intruding. I’d never spent this much time with someone and felt so…connected.
No, no. I wasn’t delusional. An overnight trip with lots of sex in a hotel room didn’t change our circumstances. I simply hadn’t counted on how nice it felt not to have to hide or make excuses to be seen together. We could just be. If our fingers touched on the café table and our knees brushed under it, there was no one who’d care. If we walked too close or kissed on campus?—
Gasp!That had happened.
“You kissed me in public.”
Jett widened his eyes playfully, but his expression dimmed slightly. “It felt like the right thing to do.”
“No one saw,” I assured him. “No one who knows us.”
“I know.” He scratched his head and shrugged. “To be honest, I hadn’t been thinking about anyone else. Only you.”
Only you.