Under the Mistle-Foe (Christmas Falls: Season 2)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

REMY

God, Jett’s mouth was the devil reincarnated. He fucking sucked the living soul out of me.

As soon as I regained brain function, I pulled him up to straddle me before bringing our mouths together. There was a weird taste on his tongue, but that didn’t deter me. The knowledge that it was my pleasure I was tasting on him spurred me on.

I quickly pulled off his T-shirt. His chest was also filled with tats, mainly the rest of the long dragon tattoo he had on his right arm. The fierce dragon’s head covered his heart and took up most of his chest.

“That’s hot,” I said, tracing the head of the dragon. My finger followed the outline, bumping past his nipple. Instead of moving along with the tattoo, my digit lingered at his nipple, flicking and teasing it. Jett sucked in a breath when I pinched the pebbled bud.

His dark eyes fixed on me, almost as if he could see right into my soul. My fingers gently slithered down his smooth chest, hard muscles slightly trembled underneath my fingertips as I slipped lower .

Jett stopped my hand when it reached the base of his jeans. “Wait. You don’t have to…”

“I know. I thought we already established that we’re here doing this because I want to.”

Jett just looked at me, pupils blown, lips red and bruised from either our kiss or the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. I took his silence as assent and unbuttoned his jeans, all while locking eyes with him.

He quickly stopped me again. “Wait, you don’t need to do that. I’m already…” His words trailed off, leaving him looking equal parts shy and embarrassed.

I blinked at him, then looked down and finally realized that he wasn’t hard. Which was rather dense of me considering he was straddling me and I should have felt his excitement earlier, but I’d been too caught up in him to notice.

Then it hit me.

He wasn’t hard anymore.

And he definitely was erect earlier if the hard thing poking my thigh while we were kissing in the kitchen was anything to go by. But now that he wasn’t, it could only mean one thing…

All the exhilaration that had come from the orgasm he’d given me flew out the window, replaced with the cold dread that he hadn’t been as into the hottest bj of my life as I was.

Some of my past girlfriends told me they didn’t like giving head, and maybe it was the same for dudes.

“Sorry. It must not have felt good for you,” I muttered as I tried to move him off of me. Jett didn’t bulge.

“That’s not what I meant. It was, um, maybe a little too good, if you get my drift.”

He looked away, a shy blush creeping up his neck that I really wanted to see more of.

My mouth was dry as I opened and closed it again, trying to get moisture in my throat as I spoke, “Do you mean… ”

“Fuck, don’t make me say it out loud. It’s already embarrassing enough.”

He collapsed on my shoulder. His nose nuzzled into the base of my neck as I wrapped him in a tight hug.

Did he mean what I thought he meant? That he got off while getting me off ?

The idea Jett had jizzed in his pants while giving me head had my head spinning. I wished I could have seen it happen. I wanted to be the one making him come all nice and good for me.

“That’s a pity, ‘cause I was waiting to have my way with you,” I said.

Jett’s head popped up. “No need to wait. You can do whatever you want with me,” he babbled, a little too excited. He shifted in my lap, then winced. “But maybe a shower first. Want to join me?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I replied as he led me to his ensuite bathroom. Jett stripped as he walked, leaving a trail of clothes for me to follow and a sexy view of his ass and back. Surprisingly, his back was free of ink, just a wide span of delicious tan skin and muscles.

The shower started, and when I entered the bathroom, I found Jett already under the steaming water, water droplets sliding off his skin. He had his eyes closed, both hands slicking back his hair as he faced the showerhead. I swore time stopped as the start of that one Marvin Gaye song played in my head.

Who needed a refractory period when there was a sexy, wet Jett looking like fucking lust personified waiting for me? And a gentleman never kept someone waiting, or at least that was what I told myself as I took off my glasses and joined Jett in the shower.

This close to him, my eyesight was good enough to be able to see him meet me with a smile, then a wicked grin when his gaze moved lower down my body. “You got the party started without me?” he teased as he welcomed me with an embrace.

“You can’t put on a show and expect me to not get turned on. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“So, looking at my body does it for you?” he asked.

He was looking shy again, a bit vulnerable. It was another side of him I’d never seen before, and it was so fucking hot.

“I might not have been with a man before, but Jett, if you can’t believe anything else, then believe me when I say this. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

“Oh,” was his answer. His mouth stayed puckered up as my words sank in. Our bodies pressed together, and a hardness poked against me. It felt so good having our cocks rub together and I wondered how much better it’d be having them in my fist.

I slid my hand down his body, making a firm grab at his ass before reaching for our cocks. He felt velvety in my hand. Both of them barely fit in my grip, but I managed to set a slow tempo as I fisted us. Jett hummed his appreciation, his hands roaming all over my back as our mouths fused together.

Hot water droplets splashed on my back and, along with his cold hands and the sensual taste of his lips, all my senses were tuned in to this moment; to us, to him, and the rightness of it all.

Before long, he was crying out his pleasure into my mouth. His cum coated my hand and dick, driving my own orgasm to follow. We kissed slow and steady as the water washed away our combined essence. Neither of us was in a rush to get out of the shower or break the kiss, for that matter .

If there was ever a doubt I was into dick, the answer was now obvious.

It wasn’t until the water had run cold and Jett started shivering that we finally ended the kiss. Jett grabbed us a couple of towels to dry off. I watched his slow movements as he dried his hair. How the hell did he look sexy just doing that?

Licking the inside of my mouth to try to remember him, a bitter taste lingered. “Does it always taste like that?”

He looked at my face and laughed. “Sperm? It doesn’t taste good, but it’s not usually that bitter. I heard that’s a side-effect of smoking.”

Seemed like I had another reason to quit smoking because I definitely wanted to taste myself on his lips again, and it would only be cruel of me to subject the both of us to a smoker’s sperm.

“Stay the night?” Jett leaned in and pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Was that a bribe?” I let my towel fall, choosing to hold him up instead.

He hummed and mouthed my chin before replying, “Sure, if it’ll get you to stay. I’ll do whatever I have to. Even kidnap you if necessary.”

“And here’s our bad boy, Jett, back in action.”

He smiled his perfectly crooked grin that was now doing something to the tempo of my heart. I rubbed the spot as I followed him back to his room to get dressed in his boxers. It was a little disappointing to see his pjs blocking my view of his sexy self, but I knew he ran on the colder side.

“You okay sleeping with the cats?” he asked over his shoulder, and when I nodded, he walked over to open the door.

As if they’d been waiting to be let in, the cat siblings bounded into the room like bullet trains. Spice meowed angrily as he jumped on the bed and tackled something invisible in the air.

“Don’t mind him. I like to think he’s doing a ritual to fight off nightmares,” Jett commented when he returned from brushing his teeth. He handed me a new toothbrush so I could go do the same.

I found him cuddled in bed when I returned. Spice had settled down and was lying between Jett’s legs while Sugar was on his stomach. He looked up from his phone with an eager smile, patting the space beside him.

I slid under the cool sheets, careful not to disturb the little kitties, but my movements must have jostled them anyway.

Sugar jumped off Jett’s stomach to cuddle his side away from me, and Spice didn’t seem too pleased that another human had invaded his bed. He shot me an annoyed look before whipping his head away like he didn’t want to look at me.

“I don’t think he likes me very much,” I said. Jett laughed and leaned forward to give Spice a long stroke, which had him leaning into the touch, requesting more.

I told myself I couldn’t be jealous of a cat, but when the damn cat gave me the smuggest expression I’d ever seen, I couldn’t take it and grabbed Spice. I held his front paws, so he was standing on his two back legs facing me and gave him a stern talking to.

“Listen, you may not like me, but you’re just gonna have to get used to it, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere,” I said sternly. His ears twitched, and just as I thought my words were getting to him, he broke out of my hold and whacked me in the nose. At least the little bastard was considerate enough to keep his claws sheathed.

I wasn’t going to take the beating sitting down, though, so I gave back just as good. I mostly swung my hand in front of Spice, because I didn’t actually want to hurt him, but I’d make sure he learned who was the top dog around him.

Spice didn’t back down either, and used both his front paws to launch an attack against my hands. After a few seconds, I couldn’t tell if I was teaching him a lesson or just being used as his entertainment as he jumped around trying to get at my hands.

Jett suddenly barked out a laugh from beside me. Almost eerily in sync, Spice and I both whipped our heads toward him, which only made Jett laugh even harder.

“Oh, you think this is funny? I’ll give you something to laugh about,” I warned, then tackled Jett to the bed and launched my tickle attack. Jett kept laughing as he tried to push me off, but I didn’t back down until I had both his hands pinned above his head. Jett’s eyes were wet from, I assumed, all the laughing as he took calming breaths.

“You’re not going anywhere?” he whispered the words, letting his vulnerability show. I loved seeing him all open for me, and I wanted to always be that safe space for him to let him show this rare side of himself.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I repeated and sealed the words with a soft kiss.

His lips yielded under mine, firm but pliant, as we relished in the taste of each other. It was a new experience for me.

Kissing my exes was only a means to get off in the end. We’d never kissed just for the sake of kissing, and I had to admit it was nice.

I’d never given relationships or my sexuality much thought. Like I’d told Jett, I had more important things to think about rather than question why I’d never had crushes like all my classmates had in school.

After Mom passed, I considered it a blessing that I might never like anyone and have to go through what Dad went through. But now Jett had his tight grip on me and held me like I was something precious.

Maybe letting someone into my heart wasn’t such a bad thing after all.