Page 69 of Like You Know

“Positive.” I met his eyes, still gripping the fabric in my fist.

“Then let go, Amaya.”

The challenge was clear in his intense stare, but I didn’t want to let him go. Not really. Not in this moment or in the bigger-picture context.

So instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer and kissed him hard.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

His hand threadedinto my hair, and he met the challenge with gusto. Our tongues battled for dominance, teeth clashing.

We were both desperate—maybe for different reasons, but the resulting intensity only amped up. I poured all my desperation, all my frustration and uncertainty, into him. He took it all and then some, giving me exactly what I needed. As he always did.

I yanked on that tank top, and he helped me get it off, putting his glorious body on display. I straddled him as I took off my own pajama T-shirt. He was already hard for me, and I ground myself on his erection. Lightning sparks of pleasure shot through my body, driving me to keep rolling my hips, keep chasing that feeling.

Jet sat up, his hands splayed on my back to keep me from falling backward. His hot mouth trailed messy kisses and scrapes of teeth down my neck until he reached my breasts. They weren’t big, but I’d never had any complaints, and Jet groaned as that mouth of his closed around a pert nipple.

He grabbed my ass with one hand, his other holding me close to his mouth as he got his fill of my tits. His hips gyrated, moving with me as I rubbed myself on his hardness, getting that friction right on my clit.

It was heady, this feeling—addictive—having him hold me as I chased my pleasure on his lap. But I’d never been one of those girls who could come from dry-humping. Fun as it was, there were still too many layers of clothing between us.

I angled his head back so I could kiss him deeply, then scooted backward. My core clenched at the loss of friction, but I dropped to my knees on the soft carpet anyway. A wet patch showed on his sweats—a darker spot of gray right over the outline of his dick under the fabric. Evidence of how turned on we both were, how hot we were for each other.

Jet sat up, his body following mine, but I stopped him with a firm hand to his chest and shoved him back against the cushions. He looked so damn fuckable, lounging back with his knees wide and his smooth chest heaving, those eyes dark and needy.

I did that to him. I had him looking dazed and crazed with lust, and that made me near euphoric. It was proof I still had control over some things. I still had agency.

Seizing the hem of his sweats, I pulled, and he lifted his hips for me. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang free, slapping against his toned abs. I shoved his pants down to his ankles, and he kicked them off.

The hair on his legs was coarse as I ran my palms up his shins, then added more pressure as I moved up the thighs. His dick twitched when I dug my nails in closer to his groin. I caressed his thick length with my palm, from base to tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum with my thumb. His cock felt so hard in my grip, hot and firm, and I wanted to lick it.

I’d never really been into sucking dick. It was fun to read in my romance novels, but anytime I’d come face-to-face with one, I’d turned my nose up at it. I just didn’t see the appeal. But I wanted Jet’s cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste him so badly my mouth watered.

Gripping him firmly at the base, I slid my tongue up the underside all the way to the swollen head. That part was softer against my mouth. I ran my lips over it gently, then licked the salty pre-cum off them. Raising my eyes to watch him, I opened my mouth and sucked Jet’s hard cock into it.

He struggled to keep his gaze locked on mine as his eyes rolled and he released a low groan.

The sound made me clench my thighs. The sight of how much I could affect him with nothing more than my mouth sent a rush of desire shivering through my body.

I sucked him off slowly, taking my time and absorbing every hitch of his breath, every twitch of his abs, every little reaction to what I was doing to him. I may have been the one on my knees, but he was at my mercy. There was something perversely gratifying about the knowledge that I could clench my jaw and bite into his cock at any moment, that he trusted me enough not to. Something addictive about learning which movements elicited the best reactions.

“Fuck, beautiful.” He groaned. “I’m gonna spill down your throat if you don’t stop that.”

I sat back, licking my tingling lips as I contemplated the idea. I wanted him to come in my mouth. Just the thought of being able to make his body do that had more moisture seeping out between my legs.

Jet just sat there, breathing hard, his swollen, glistening cock on his belly as he waited for my next move. He was totally letting me take the lead.

I decided to indulge in my newest fantasy another day. I needed him inside menow. We’d waited for so long, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.

I got to my feet and pushed my sleep shorts and underwear down in one go.

Jet’s head tipped back against the cushions as he gazed up at me. I stood before him completely bare.

He’d made me feel stripped bare more times than I could count—completely emotionally exposed. This time, I’d bared myself to him intentionally. It wasmychoice. And he was just as bare for me. He was spread open and willing, waiting for me to take what I wanted from him—body and soul.

I moved to straddle him at the same time he leaned over to grab his wallet off the coffee table. He ripped a condom out and rolled it onto his length while I caressed his shoulders, letting my tits hang in front of his face.

He darted his tongue out to lick a nipple, then leaned back once more and gripped his dick at the base.