Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Thirty Three - Pit

Jet's POV

"Jet, hey, baby, wake up!" Jackson urges.
I groan, squeezing my eyes shut and stretching my back out, "What's wrong?" I mumble.
"We're going on a road trip. Pack an overnight bag. I already talked to Larry and he gave you this week off with pay since Christmas is in three days. Just me and you," Jackson tells me.
I open my eyes and squint at him, his face illuminated by the moonlight. "What the fuck are you on about?" I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 4:12am.
He smiles and chuckles at me, that sweet sound making my heart skip a few beats, "Since when are you British?"

He cups my face with his hand, running his thumb over my cheek. He pulls me in for an incredibly deep kiss. Suddenly, the only thing my body wants is to ride him. I kiss him back even deeper while my hands grip his hair. I want to fuck him, desperately. I push back on his shoulders and flip us so he's lying on his back.

We break the kiss as I climb on top of him and position my hips over his. His erection presses against my thigh, begging to be let in. I capture his lips with mine as I adjust my hips and his cock. The tip of him rests right at the opening of my vagina and I'm just about to push myself down onto him when he suddenly breaks the kiss.

"My love, I want this just as bad as you do right now, but we need to get moving if we're gonna make it to the thing I have planned for tonight," he husks, running his fingers through my hair.
"So you don't want me to fuck you?" I ask, knitting my brows together.
"I never said that," he states, shaking his head. "I always want to fuck you. 24/7 actually. But we need to get moving. I promise I'll fuck the ever-loving shit out of you tonight when we get to the hotel."
"Okay..." I narrow my eyes. "So tell me to get off of you then."

His eyes widen and his grip on my hips tightens as I sink myself onto just the tip of his dick. I rock my hips while still taking only the tip of him. He rests his head back his back arching off of the mattress as he moans and breathes heavily, which of course, only makes me more horny.

"Jet... we need to-" he tries but is cut off by his own needy moan.
"Tell me to get off and I'll get off," I repeat, cocking my eyebrow at him and taking just a little more of him. The pleasure overtakes me, my own head falling back, one hand resting on his chest, the other running my fingers through my hair. "Fuck!" I whimper, tightening around him.
"Jet... baby..." he stutters.
"Mmm, yes, Daddy?" I hum, bringing my head back up and glancing at him while chewing on my bottom lip.
His blown pupils land on me, "Holy fucking shit..."
"Tell me to get off and I'll get off. It's that easy, baby," I echo between heavy breaths.
"I fucking can't and you know I can't," he rasps, guiding my hips so I take a little more of him, almost all the way down to his base.
"Sure you can," I breathe. "It's easy, watch," I entice, "'Jet, get off of my dick and get ready for our mysterious road trip.' See? Easy."
"I will never ask you to stop riding me," he pants. He looks like he's having a war with himself, his eyes clouded and hungry.
"Say it, Captain Hart," I urge.
"I can't," he whines.
I take him fully, as deeply as I can, "Just tell me to get off of you."
"Fuck! Jet!" he cries.
"Say it, it's easy."
"Jet- I can't-"
"Say it!"
"Fuck! Fuck me!"
"See? Was that so hard?"

I roll my hips as his hands grip onto me tightly, the veins in his arms popping out. Fuck he feels so fucking good. I love it when his dick is buried deep inside of me like this, making me feel complete and whole. We're a mess of shaking breaths, needy moans, and desperate whimpers. I bounce on his cock, smirking when I realize that he's staring at my tits, absolutely mesmerized. Jackson is a very intelligent man, with his multiple Master's degrees, but he is still a man, which means he goes straight stupid anytime my boobs come into view.

"Fuck! Baby..." he cries, his hips rolling up to meet mine. I gasp as he hits that spot that makes me cum pretty much instantly every time. I fall forward onto my hands on his chest, still working my hips and feeling every inch of him. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."