I nodded. “Yeah. You want some tea?”
He shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “It’ll just make me have to piss. Besides, you could use some relaxing.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry about all of this,” I said with a grimace. “I know you were trying to get away from drama. And now it’s like your life is more dramatic than ever. And I know it’s probably not fun for you. You probably got more than you bargained for with me.”
He laughed. “Trust me, this is the kind of drama I can handle,” he said. “I’m used to crazy girls. You’re not crazy, but your life kind of is. I know things will settle down, though. I’m confident you have everything on track.”
I looked away. The tea kettle boiled and Jay walked over to the counter, pouring me a mug of tea and passing me the dish of sugar. “I hope so,” I replied. “I’m just afraid that things won’t work out.”
He shook his head. “Come back to bed,” he said with a rueful smile. “I promise I can give you some other things to think about, at least for a little while.”
I smiled back. I wanted to banter and flirt with him, but my heart wasn’t in it right now. I was too morose about leaving. What if this is the last night I spend with Jay? What if this is the last time we see each other?
Then again, if it was the last time I saw him, I wanted to make it special…
“You’re on. Take me back to bed,” I said, standing up. Jay grinned, and he rushed towards me and scooped me up in his arms. Before I could even think about what was happening, he was darting off to the bedroom with me in tow, my tea sitting cold and forgotten on the kitchen counter.
There was no tenderness in what we did when we reached the bedroom—only furious, lusty need; the burning embers in our hearts were ready to set us ablaze. Jay’s rough hands practically shredded my nightie, tearing the satin before throwing it aside. My needful hands stripped him of the T-shirt he’d worn to sleep, and he pushed me down to the bed and followed with the full intensity of his lust.
His lips found my neck, tasting me, pressed against my throat with the kind of desperation only our lust could muster. Jay’s presence was equal parts hunger and compassion. His hands clasped over my shoulders, pushing me further down the bed, and I moved and got comfortable sitting up on my knees, tugging down his boxers. His perfect, familiar cock sprang to life in an instance, bouncing into view. Already, I could see a droplet of pre-cum, beaded at the tip of it, and my mouth watered as I descended, licking it gently from the slit before engulfing his length with my warm mouth.
“Oh, god…Kate…” Jay groaned with heady passion, his fingers tangling deeper into my hair.
I loved teasing him, dragging my tongue slowly up his cock, flicking the sensitive part around the head to spur him towards the edge, but never far enough to make him cum. He took over after a moment, thrusting into my mouth with his palms guiding me down his cock harder and faster, and his fingers caught in my hair and pulled me back up with each stroke. His hips began thrusting harder to meet my lips, driving the force of his passion deeper into my mouth, closer towards my throat.
I moaned with him in my mouth, knowing the vibrations would drive him wild. I felt his legs shudder slightly, and then he pulled out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said, panting as his eyes gleamed with desire. “I want you.”
He pulled me towards him and pressed his mouth to mine in a heavy, fulfilling kiss. Then his head moved down, and his lips descended upon a stiff nipple, flicking the delicate nub with his tongue. I felt little bursts of pleasure with his touch as he sucked on the breast, taking it between his teeth and tugging—somewhere between a playful pull and a nibble. My whole body shook with tingling desire, and his teeth grew bolder as he gave into his lust, leaving love-bites along my chest and up to my throat, marking my skin with evidence of his voracious desire for me.
“Oh god…” I murmured, my hands moving to push him away, only to cradle his head against my throat instead. “God, Jay…”
He shifted his lips downward, sucking against my collarbone, and I let him continue, peppering a trail of hot kisses across my skin. As his trail pressed further down my body, I reached down to his shoulders to guide him. My hungry, quivering tightness was slick with need—I wanted him inside me, and I wanted it now. But instead of following my lead, he simply pushed me back further onto the bed again before sliding a finger between my thighs and teasing my pussy, stroking up and down my slit.
“Please, Jay,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”