The sound of your voice was rough, and you smelled so delicious. I wanted to lick your neck to see if you tasted just as good.” His dick was definitely getting interested now. He rubbed the heel of his palm over it, and his breath hitched. He heard Taylor swallow thickly. “Are you touching yourself?” “Yes,” Jet told him, refusing to lie or tease. “But I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable.” “It doesn’t,” Taylor said in a rush. “I, um, I am too.”
