Jump. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

twenty-six

Ayla

June 29th:

The alarm I had set on my phone went off promptly at 3:00AM. I turned it off quickly and tossed it to the side. I didn't want to move. Jai was still sleeping on top of me, his head on my stomach and his arms wrapped around my torso. It was a warm, wonderful position that I loved having him in. I could stay like that forever. He fell asleep at about 9:30 last night and didn't budge an inch. I listened to him sleeping for about thirty minutes until I joined in.

Luckily there was nothing to worry about with my luggage because I only had one bag. My carry-on. My purse was stuffed in there, along with an outfit to wear home. Jai's bags were all packed and his room was in good shape. All either of us had to do this morning is brush our teeth, change and leave.

The airport was an hour away roughly, so I really did needed to wake him. Before I decided to nudge him up, I took a moment to look down at those bulging arms that wrapped around me. A view I never tire of. He always keeps himself in excellent shape, but I can tell that he's definitely put on some weight since I've seen him. His shirt fit more snug yesterday, his muscles slightly more defined. I know he's been going to the gym like crazy lately, but I didn't expect to notice a difference. He always looks incredible to me. I'm only staring right now so I can take some mental photos of his achingly sexy frame. I'm ready to go back to seeing him every day. Touching him every day. Even if for a short time.

I run my hands through his hair then down his arms, dragging my nails lightly along the way.

"I don't wanna get up," he mumbled against me.

I chuckled as he turned his head to look up at me. His chin rested against my stomach.

"Come with me to Atlanta," he said flatly.

"You know I can't."

He looked at me with sad eyes, but didn't argue.

"Yeah," he groaned as he pushed himself up on his arms.

Jai moved up and hovered over me. He used his knees to widen my legs, resting his pelvis against mine. He dipped down to kiss me again. The taste of morning-breath being familiar and him. Something I can't believe I miss. My hands squeezed his hair-scattered chest. That chest, those hairs - not quite as long as usual - it sends a chilling sensual sensation through my body every time I see it, touch it. Shit, not just his chest. Everything. When I don't get to see him every day I find myself fantasizing constantly. 

Ugh, I miss him so much.

His kiss deepened as he reached down with one hand and started pulling at the loose material of my tank-top. The fabric slid slowly across my skin and exposed my breast. Our lips stayed connected as he gently massaged it. His palm moved slow and softly over my flesh; He was killing me.

"I miss you already," he pulled away and whimpered.

I couldn't respond. I didn't really need to. His lips trailed down my neck before finding my exposed nipple. His hot mouth licked and sucked it, causing me to curl more into him. My skin was quickly dissolving under his touch and it only made my desire for him grow stronger. Made me miss him more. I only have a few short hours left. Only moments before I have to say goodbye, again.

"Please hurry home," escaped my lungs before our mouths melded together once more.

It was mere seconds before I took off all of my clothes, desperate to feel him against me one last time. He ultimately pulled me into his naked lap and let me ride him as slowly as I could before rushing out to make our flights.