“Yes...” I manage to say, and Jericho wraps an arm around my front and pulls me up against him, back-to-chest and hand-to-clit.
“Come for me, Jet. I want to feel you squeeze my cock and milk me for all I’ve fucking got.”
I grit my teeth and drop my head back against his shoulder, bringing one hand up to play and tease over my nipples.
Jericho groans. “Fuck, you are so goddamn sexy.”
His mouth lands on the skin right below my ear, the edges of his teeth sliding over it as he continues to thrust up into me, his fingers never giving up the relentless pace as he brings me to a place where I can explode into euphoria.
“That’s it,” he growls against me. “I can feel you tensing. You’re almost there, aren’t you? You want to come around my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes!”
Like my own words act as a catalyst, I finally detonate. My pussy clamps down hard, feeling like it’s gripping not just his cock, but my whole damn body. I’m stuck in a vice of my own rapture as his name tears out of my throat like a grateful curse.
He comes a second after me, holding my slumped form against his chest as he finishes, his groan saturating my own satisfaction.
We collapse on the bed in tired, sweaty forms, our limbs tangled around each other.
Jericho places tender kisses along my shoulder as I rest, and I only peek to look at him when he lightly nips me. “You’re glorious, you know that?”
I snort at the word usage and roll my eyes. “Don’t make this weird and say shit like glorious.”
He nips me again, right below my ear. It seems to be one of his favorite spots. “You’re horrible at taking compliments.”
“And you’re shit at letting me sleep. Now stop sticking your dick in me and let me rest.”
He chuckles and slaps my ass playfully. “No can do. You need to get washed up, and I need to leave for another shift.”
“Good. I’m sick of you already,” I lie, smiling into the pillow.
“I saw that,” he says. “Go shower and I’ll clean up in here. You can sleep while I’m gone.”
I hum in approval at that plan and then get to my feet, finding clean clothes I can take to the bathroom while Jericho gets dressed in his wrinkled clothes.
“Gotta run to my room to grab my uniform,” he tells me before helping me slip on one of my baggy t-shirts just to wear from here to the bathroom.
“I’ll see you later,” he says before dropping a kiss to my lips.
I hum as he pulls back. “Hmm, maybe. I’m kind of sick of you.”
He reaches back and lands another light spank to my flesh. “Don’t start getting mouthy. I already serviced you this morning, and I don’t have time to do it again.” He taps me on the nose. “Be good.”
I snap my teeth at him to bite him, but the lucky bastard manages to snatch his hand away before my teeth can slam shut.
“Jesus, you’re mean.”
“Yep, now go away. I need a shower to get rid of your luke-warm sex dressing that’s leaking out of me.”
“Nice visual, Jet.”
I lift a lazy shoulder. “It’s true.”
With a chuckle, he shakes his head. “Like I said, be good.”
I snort. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”
“You’re right,” he replies, opening up the door to let me out. “Just don’t make anyone cry while I’m gone.”
“No promises,” I toss back as I head for the shower. And it’s the weirdest thing, but my face hurts. It isn’t until I walk by the bathroom mirror that I realize it’s because I’m smiling so much.
19
Jetta
By the time I come out of the bathroom, I’m so caught up in my own dirty thoughts of Jericho and all the things he’s done to me these past few days, that I nearly run right into Addie on the catwalk. “Shit.”
“Jetta!” Addie beams when she sees me, all bright smiles and sun-bleached hair. “The beach was so much fun! You should’ve come.” Her skin is practically glowing from a new tan, mingled with hints of pink on her cheeks and shoulders.
“When did you guys get back?”
“Last night,” she answers, then tilts her head thoughtfully. “Wait...does that mean Reese didn’t come to her room last night?”
I shake my head, feeling my ears start to heat. I brush my wet hair over them so she doesn’t notice. “No,” I reply, and thank a motherfuck that