Jazz steps aside when I approach, to let me into her bedroom. “What the hell was that about?”
I shrug, shutting the door behind me, making sure I turn the lock. “That was me being unable to resist fucking with her.”
She shakes her head. “As amusing as that is, why are you still here, Kingston? I was just about to take a shower before heading to bed.”
“Perfect.” I back her into the bathroom, shucking my shirt along the way.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I don’t miss the way Jazz’s eyes darken as she looks over my naked torso.
“I’m solving our problem.”
Jazz rolls her pretty brown eyes. “Not everything can be magically solved with sex.”
“Maybe not,” I agree, raising her arms so I can remove her shirt. “But with us... it seems like the most effective way to cut through the bullshit and communicate.”
I step out of my shoes and pants next, while Jazz does the same, clearly agreeing with my statement. I reach behind her and turn on the water, right before I lose my boxer briefs. Jazz licks her lips, eyeing my erection as it springs free. I shove her panties over her hips while she unclasps her bra and tosses it to the ground. I back her into the shower, directly under the spray, until she’s pressed against the tile.
Water drips off her inky lashes as I crowd her against the wall. “You don’t get to run from this, Jazz.” She gasps when I cup her pussy. “You don’t get to run from us.”
I watch her face as my fingers slip inside, while my thumb works her clit. There’s so much honesty in her expression—pure need—and I’m sure she can see the same reflected in mine.
“I wasn’t running,” she argues. “I just needed time to think.”
“What’s there to think about?” I pull her bottom lip with my teeth. “I. Fucking. Love. You.” I punctuate each word, thrusting my fingers in and out. “What’s so complicated about that?”
“It’s not.” Jazz gasps as I drop to my knees and start tonguing her pussy. “I...just...”
“You...” Lick. “Just...” Lick. “What?”
“I... just...” Her hands slam against the wall. “Fuck! Right there!”
I smile against her heated flesh, licking and sucking her into a frenzy. “You like that, baby?”
“God, yes,” Jazz groans.
I get her to the brink right before I stand. Without any prompting, Jazz jumps up and wraps her legs around my hips. At the same time, I thrust into her in one smooth motion. I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she’s instantly spasming all around me. Jazz digs her nails into my shoulders, chanting my name over and over. When she relaxes, I pick up the pace and continue toying with that bundle of nerves until she’s once again choking my dick with her tight cunt.
“Fuck.” I rest my forehead on Jazz’s shoulder, watching the spot where our bodies are joined.
“Kingston.” Jazz cups her hands over my jaw, lifting my gaze to hers.
I slowly work my cock inside of her, in no hurry to get to the finish line. “Yeah?”
She traces a finger over my eyebrow. Fuck, I don’t know why, but I love it when she does that. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it back.”
My lips curl upward. “Say what back?”
Her eyes lift to the ceiling. “Oh, God, you’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”
I thrust harder. “It seems like I’m the one doing all the work right now.”
I can’t help myself when Jazz’s chest juts forward, putting her pretty brown nipples on display. I seal my lips around one, sucking hard enough that I know I’ll leave a mark behind.
She holds me to her chest like she never wants me to stop. “God, that feels good.”
I release her with a pop and lift my head. “Let’s get back on topic. Now, what were you saying?”