Fic: Take Your Best Shot [2/3]
Title: Take Your Best Shot
Fandom: NCIS
Chapter: 2/3
WCount: 2,623
Pairing: Jenny/Gibbs
Rating: MA
Summary: Set after 306, Jenny walks Jethro to his car where they have one more argument about Paris. Later that evening, Jethro is called to a bar where Jenny is challenging men to pool. And so begins a game where the prize could either be a future together, or a lifetime apart.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters, or its settings - all belongs to the lovely folks at CBS.
Previous Chapters: Read 'em here.
Here is Part Two! The third and final part will be up tomorrow. Enjoy!
"So…"
Jethro stood at Jenny's kitchen door, his hand gripping his hair. Her security detail was covering the front, none the wiser that the Director wasn't inside. He should have known his partner would be able to sneak out of her childhood home without any trouble.
Jenny pushed her key into the door. "So." She smirked. "Normal people use their basements for purposes other than building boats. I have a pool table in mine. Fancy a game?"
"You just beat me three times in a row, Jen." Jethro sighed. "Plus, you promised me our conversation. We're not going to be able to work together until we…"
"…dissect the hell out of why I left?" Jenny pushed open the door and framed herself in the doorway. He smiled at her as she gripped the frame. Her chest was heaving, she was nervous. "I have a job to do. I can't be known as the Director who is sleeping with her Chief Agent. I've worked too hard for that."
"I'm not asking for us to get back together! I just…" He stopped, both of them knowing he was lying. It had been clear from the very first moment of her return that he wanted her back. Jethro stepped up to the door and leaned in to her. "So you're just gonna give up on ever being happy, Jenny?"
She shook her head, her red hair tumbling out of her ponytail. "No, I'm not. Men are interested in me. I can find someone who'll spend the rest of their life with me."
His feet were either side of hers on the door, pushing her closer to him. His hands enclosed her face, stroking her cheek. "Please, give me a decent reason why you left me. Look at me, Jenny, and tell me your feelings changed."
She looked down at the floor. Jethro watched as a tear trickled down her cheek. "My feelings never changed. I got scared that we wouldn't work in DC and that I'd be stuck nowhere. So I decided to do the best thing and get out before I ruined my entire career."
"What if it had worked, Jen? What if we could have been married now, maybe even had kids?"
She looked up at him. "I couldn't gamble my entire life on that question, Jethro. I had to do what was best for me, even if it meant breaking both our hearts."
"You want safe, Jen? That what you want? You're Director of NCIS. The only way you're leaving is if you fuck up beyond belief and the press actually discover what NCIS stands for long enough to give a damn about what you did." He rested his lips dangerously close to her mouth. "You want safe, Jen? I'm not leaving this job, I'm not leaving DC. I'm not leaving you. I love you, and that hasn't changed in six years. It's not going to change in sixty."
Jenny opened her mouth to say something but Jethro pushed her through the door, his mouth on hers before she could. He forced her against the kitchen table, enjoying the whimper escaping from her lips. He couldn't get enough of her mouth, having spent the last six years fantasising about kissing her again. She bit his bottom lip and dragged his tongue into her mouth, wanting him, moaning as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her as close to him as physics would allow. His tongue started tracing the back of her teeth, and Jenny kept groaning, pulling back in pleasure. He moved his hands to her face, keeping her close to him so he could ravish her.
Eventually Jenny pushed into his shoulder, breathing heavily against his neck. Jethro ran his hand down her back, soothing her whilst placing butterfly kisses on her neck. "Ssssh, Jen. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
She looked up at him, shaking. "Leaving was tough. Coming back was worse. I was so afraid that you would hate me."
Jethro nodded, and pushed her up against the table again. Jenny welcomed his mouth on her skin, gently teasing her with his lips and tongue. She rotated her neck, trying to give him better access. "I love you, Jen. Never stopped." He pushed his hands around her waist. "I've changed my mind about pool."
"Oh?"
"Yeah." He pressed a kiss to the other side of her neck, before moving up to her earlobe. "Strip pool." He nibbled on it gently, and he felt Jenny grasp at his shirt. "Don't do anything you don't want to, Jen. I don't want to pressure you into this if you need time to figure out what you want. But you know I can make you happier than any of your senators, marathon runners…"
He waited for Jenny to respond. She hesitated in his arms for a moment until she leant forward and bit his own earlobe. He groaned as she suckled on the skin, forcing her hand inside his polo shirt. "No double shots, and shoes and socks count as one round each."
Grabbing a bottle of bourbon on their way out of the kitchen, Jenny took Jethro into her hall and through the door he had always assumed to be a cupboard. But it wasn't, it was the door that led to her basement. Jethro happily gripped onto Jenny's free hand as she took them down the steps. They had had their discussion, and they were halfway to being able to work together. Be together.
The basement looked just like any other room in Jenny's house, with solid wooden floors and painted walls. Unlike his basement. There was an electric fireplace at the end, thick leather armchairs and a rug in front of it. Bookshelves lined the room, not all the titles in English. An elegant pool table and a cue rack stood near the stairs. There was a drinks cabinet but only glasses.
"Pour me a drink, Jethro. I'll line up the balls."
Jethro was hard. His hands trembled as he poured the bourbon into two tumblers and watched as Jenny slowly slotted the balls into the triangle. It was too warm for him down in the basement, and he wanted his clothes off. And hers.
"Shall you break, or shall I?"
Jenny was standing at the edge of the table, leaning against it with her legs spread. He put his hands over hers and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. "I'll break first. I want to see you." He rested one hand on her stomach. "All of you, Jen. It's been too long."
"Then you can wait a little longer, Jethro. As I'll have your pants around your ankles before you have mine."
"That a promise?"
Jenny took a sip of her bourbon and watched as Jethro lined up his shot. She licked her lips as she watched the muscles in his forearm and back prepare to put power into it. He slammed the white ball into the triangle and watched as they bounced off each other, a red ball sinking into the pocket closest to Jenny.
"It's like fate, Jen," He grinned. "Off with the shirt, please."
She shook her head. "I'm taking off my heels, Jethro. You're going to have to work harder than that to see me in my underwear."
He chuckled and watched as she kicked off the killer heels she was wearing. There was chipped green polish on her toes, and he couldn't help but smile. "Your shot, Jen."
She grinned as she took the cue and lined up her shot. But it missed and Jenny cursed. "Fuck."
"We've got six more balls before we get to that, Jen," Jethro whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe again. He went from her position and easily pocketed another red ball. His hands moved over the plains of her stomach and moved upwards, revealing her bare stomach to his eager eyes. "Off, Jen."
"Slow or quick, Jethro?" Jenny asked, rolling his name over her tongue. She started undoing one button devastatingly slow, slipping it out of its hole and revealing her smooth skin to him. She licked her lips and watched as he came to face her, his gaze never leaving her chest. Her hands fumbled over her second button, and she put on a faux look of concern that she couldn't get the next button out and free.
So Jethro ripped her shirt open, buttons spilling onto the floor and the table.
"That was a two hundred dollar blouse."
He pressed a kiss in between her breasts and Jenny leaned back and groaned. "I don't give a damn. Your turn, Director."
Jenny turned around to make her shot. With a smile, she easily potted her yellow ball. Jethro cursed and kicked off his shoes. He got his cue and lined up his next shot, but he could see Jenny's skin in his eye line. Her creamy skin, with black jeans riding low on her hips. Her hand was resting on her jeans, the thumb just inside. It shifted the fabric down an inch and Jethro missed his shot.
"Shit."
His partner giggled from her position by the table and took her go. She socked the yellow ball into the pocket and stood up, smirking. "Off with the socks, Gibbs."
Jenny giggled as Jethro removed his socks from his feet in the unsexiest way possible. She laughed against her hand as he landed bare feet on her basement floor. Eventually Gibbs righted himself and picked the pool cue up. He lined up his shot and Jenny watched him from the side, leaning over the table with a sweet expression on her face. The red plunge bra was dangling over the table, her breasts pushed together.
"Jen." His wrist slipped and he hit the white ball, pushing it gently against the red that was supposed to slam into its waiting pocket. But she had won again, and he was starting to wonder whether she had fumbled that first shot on purpose.
"Am I being distracting, Jethro?"
He cursed. "Very."
Jenny leaned over and put a yellow ball in its pocket. "Good."
She dropped the pool stick to the floor and pushed Jethro up against the nearest book case. She ripped open his shirt, spilling his buttons to the floor too. She tore the fabric from the chest and forced her mouth on his, dragging her tongue across his lips. She wanted inside his mouth. Jethro groaned as Jenny's hands traced up and down the muscle of his chest, making him tremble underneath her fingers. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her towards him to feel her.
Pulling back from their kiss, Jenny kissed the centre of his chest. "Your shot, cowboy."
Jenny pushed away from his chest and stood against the table. Jethro grabbed his cue but Jenny's flustered appearance and swollen lips put him off the shot again. He was visibly hard underneath his jeans, and Jenny kept playing with her tongue. When she potted her fourth yellow ball, he was begging for her to take his trousers off.
"Jen…please."
She pushed right up against him and undid the button of his jeans. She dragged the zipper down and reached into his pants to grip his ass, grinding herself into his erection. Jenny thrust the fabric down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. He wanted her to make the next shot; he wanted to be naked and inside Jenny. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips inches from him as she moved up against his tented boxers.
"You're a fucking tease, Shepard."
"I do believe it's your shot."
Jethro took her cue and aimed a well placed shot so a red ball went inside one pocket. He grinned at Jenny. "Climb up here."
Jenny moved up onto to the table where Jethro started unbuttoning those sinful black jeans and rolling them down her legs. His mouth accompanied his hands, nipping at Jenny's thigh and licking behind her knee. She was moaning by the time the air of the basement hit her legs completely. Jethro observed Jenny in her underwear, the lacy red panties that would look great on the floor. Hell the matching bra would look good outside.
"Your shot, Shepard," Jethro moaned as he kissed the inside of Jenny's thigh. "Make the shot, damn it."
She turned around, aimed but was shaking so much she missed. Jethro pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and rubbed his hands down her arms. "It's okay, Jen. My shot."
Jethro looked over their state of disarray, felt himself how turned on he was. He wasn't going to last much longer, and another three balls would be the death of him. Taking Jen, he pinned her to the table. Grabbing his pool cue, he positioned it straight between Jenny's breasts. Her breath caught as he aimed the cue just over her shoulder to hit the white ball and if he got it right, two red balls. Jenny's hips bucked as he hit the balls between her breasts and pocketed the two reds he had wanted.
"These are coming off, Shepard."
Jenny pushed herself up on her elbows, looking up at Jethro. "Rip them off, Jethro." She tilted her head back, the most glorious smile on her face. "I surrender."
He tore the panties off first, thickening at the sound that Jenny made as he tore the fabric from her skin. The bra was next, and Jethro was so grateful that it opened from the front. He pushed it off her shoulders, dropping it on the other side of the table. Then there was Jenny. His Jenny, his partner, lover, boss and the woman he was about to make love to.
"Can this table hold both our weight?"
Jenny grinned. "It's solid oak. It'll hold."
Jethro smirked as he tore off his boxers and pushed himself up onto the table. They were both naked and burning for the other to touch them. Jethro pressed his mouth down onto Jenny, both of their tongues duelling to touch and collide with each other. Jenny's hands gripped Jethro's back, trying to cling on for dear life. He gripped a breast, moulding it under his fingers until Jenny screamed against his mouth.
He pushed inside Jenny, groaning at how good it felt. She was slick, tight and he saw stars instantly as he started thrusting inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him forward. His hands pushed up the top of her body with his thrusts while his mouth took hers for its own. Jenny's moans were loud and indelicate as his other hand trailed up her stomach and kneaded her breast.
"Jethro….god…Jethro!" Jenny screamed, reaching up to anchor herself. She wrapped her arms around Jethro and dug into his neck, leaving him bruising kisses on his collarbone. He continued to thrust into her, enjoying how she felt. How it felt like everything was right now he was inside Jenny.
The roughness of the pool table and Jethro's bruising thrust made Jenny come quickly. Her mouth broke their kiss long enough to stumble his name through her lips, the pleasure stopping any cohesive words from being formed. She gripped onto him tight as his own orgasm ripped through him and he screamed her name as pleasure exploded in front of his eyes.
After it all, Jethro laid Jenny down on the pool table. He placed butterfly kisses along her shoulder, both of them covered in sweat. She was laughing as he rolled over to her side. He placed a gentle kiss on her mouth before letting her rest her head on his chest.
He smiled as she closed her eyes.
Fandom: NCIS
Chapter: 2/3
WCount: 2,623
Pairing: Jenny/Gibbs
Rating: MA
Summary: Set after 306, Jenny walks Jethro to his car where they have one more argument about Paris. Later that evening, Jethro is called to a bar where Jenny is challenging men to pool. And so begins a game where the prize could either be a future together, or a lifetime apart.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters, or its settings - all belongs to the lovely folks at CBS.
Previous Chapters: Read 'em here.
Here is Part Two! The third and final part will be up tomorrow. Enjoy!
"So…"
Jethro stood at Jenny's kitchen door, his hand gripping his hair. Her security detail was covering the front, none the wiser that the Director wasn't inside. He should have known his partner would be able to sneak out of her childhood home without any trouble.
Jenny pushed her key into the door. "So." She smirked. "Normal people use their basements for purposes other than building boats. I have a pool table in mine. Fancy a game?"
"You just beat me three times in a row, Jen." Jethro sighed. "Plus, you promised me our conversation. We're not going to be able to work together until we…"
"…dissect the hell out of why I left?" Jenny pushed open the door and framed herself in the doorway. He smiled at her as she gripped the frame. Her chest was heaving, she was nervous. "I have a job to do. I can't be known as the Director who is sleeping with her Chief Agent. I've worked too hard for that."
"I'm not asking for us to get back together! I just…" He stopped, both of them knowing he was lying. It had been clear from the very first moment of her return that he wanted her back. Jethro stepped up to the door and leaned in to her. "So you're just gonna give up on ever being happy, Jenny?"
She shook her head, her red hair tumbling out of her ponytail. "No, I'm not. Men are interested in me. I can find someone who'll spend the rest of their life with me."
His feet were either side of hers on the door, pushing her closer to him. His hands enclosed her face, stroking her cheek. "Please, give me a decent reason why you left me. Look at me, Jenny, and tell me your feelings changed."
She looked down at the floor. Jethro watched as a tear trickled down her cheek. "My feelings never changed. I got scared that we wouldn't work in DC and that I'd be stuck nowhere. So I decided to do the best thing and get out before I ruined my entire career."
"What if it had worked, Jen? What if we could have been married now, maybe even had kids?"
She looked up at him. "I couldn't gamble my entire life on that question, Jethro. I had to do what was best for me, even if it meant breaking both our hearts."
"You want safe, Jen? That what you want? You're Director of NCIS. The only way you're leaving is if you fuck up beyond belief and the press actually discover what NCIS stands for long enough to give a damn about what you did." He rested his lips dangerously close to her mouth. "You want safe, Jen? I'm not leaving this job, I'm not leaving DC. I'm not leaving you. I love you, and that hasn't changed in six years. It's not going to change in sixty."
Jenny opened her mouth to say something but Jethro pushed her through the door, his mouth on hers before she could. He forced her against the kitchen table, enjoying the whimper escaping from her lips. He couldn't get enough of her mouth, having spent the last six years fantasising about kissing her again. She bit his bottom lip and dragged his tongue into her mouth, wanting him, moaning as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her as close to him as physics would allow. His tongue started tracing the back of her teeth, and Jenny kept groaning, pulling back in pleasure. He moved his hands to her face, keeping her close to him so he could ravish her.
Eventually Jenny pushed into his shoulder, breathing heavily against his neck. Jethro ran his hand down her back, soothing her whilst placing butterfly kisses on her neck. "Ssssh, Jen. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
She looked up at him, shaking. "Leaving was tough. Coming back was worse. I was so afraid that you would hate me."
Jethro nodded, and pushed her up against the table again. Jenny welcomed his mouth on her skin, gently teasing her with his lips and tongue. She rotated her neck, trying to give him better access. "I love you, Jen. Never stopped." He pushed his hands around her waist. "I've changed my mind about pool."
"Oh?"
"Yeah." He pressed a kiss to the other side of her neck, before moving up to her earlobe. "Strip pool." He nibbled on it gently, and he felt Jenny grasp at his shirt. "Don't do anything you don't want to, Jen. I don't want to pressure you into this if you need time to figure out what you want. But you know I can make you happier than any of your senators, marathon runners…"
He waited for Jenny to respond. She hesitated in his arms for a moment until she leant forward and bit his own earlobe. He groaned as she suckled on the skin, forcing her hand inside his polo shirt. "No double shots, and shoes and socks count as one round each."
Grabbing a bottle of bourbon on their way out of the kitchen, Jenny took Jethro into her hall and through the door he had always assumed to be a cupboard. But it wasn't, it was the door that led to her basement. Jethro happily gripped onto Jenny's free hand as she took them down the steps. They had had their discussion, and they were halfway to being able to work together. Be together.
The basement looked just like any other room in Jenny's house, with solid wooden floors and painted walls. Unlike his basement. There was an electric fireplace at the end, thick leather armchairs and a rug in front of it. Bookshelves lined the room, not all the titles in English. An elegant pool table and a cue rack stood near the stairs. There was a drinks cabinet but only glasses.
"Pour me a drink, Jethro. I'll line up the balls."
Jethro was hard. His hands trembled as he poured the bourbon into two tumblers and watched as Jenny slowly slotted the balls into the triangle. It was too warm for him down in the basement, and he wanted his clothes off. And hers.
"Shall you break, or shall I?"
Jenny was standing at the edge of the table, leaning against it with her legs spread. He put his hands over hers and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. "I'll break first. I want to see you." He rested one hand on her stomach. "All of you, Jen. It's been too long."
"Then you can wait a little longer, Jethro. As I'll have your pants around your ankles before you have mine."
"That a promise?"
Jenny took a sip of her bourbon and watched as Jethro lined up his shot. She licked her lips as she watched the muscles in his forearm and back prepare to put power into it. He slammed the white ball into the triangle and watched as they bounced off each other, a red ball sinking into the pocket closest to Jenny.
"It's like fate, Jen," He grinned. "Off with the shirt, please."
She shook her head. "I'm taking off my heels, Jethro. You're going to have to work harder than that to see me in my underwear."
He chuckled and watched as she kicked off the killer heels she was wearing. There was chipped green polish on her toes, and he couldn't help but smile. "Your shot, Jen."
She grinned as she took the cue and lined up her shot. But it missed and Jenny cursed. "Fuck."
"We've got six more balls before we get to that, Jen," Jethro whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe again. He went from her position and easily pocketed another red ball. His hands moved over the plains of her stomach and moved upwards, revealing her bare stomach to his eager eyes. "Off, Jen."
"Slow or quick, Jethro?" Jenny asked, rolling his name over her tongue. She started undoing one button devastatingly slow, slipping it out of its hole and revealing her smooth skin to him. She licked her lips and watched as he came to face her, his gaze never leaving her chest. Her hands fumbled over her second button, and she put on a faux look of concern that she couldn't get the next button out and free.
So Jethro ripped her shirt open, buttons spilling onto the floor and the table.
"That was a two hundred dollar blouse."
He pressed a kiss in between her breasts and Jenny leaned back and groaned. "I don't give a damn. Your turn, Director."
Jenny turned around to make her shot. With a smile, she easily potted her yellow ball. Jethro cursed and kicked off his shoes. He got his cue and lined up his next shot, but he could see Jenny's skin in his eye line. Her creamy skin, with black jeans riding low on her hips. Her hand was resting on her jeans, the thumb just inside. It shifted the fabric down an inch and Jethro missed his shot.
"Shit."
His partner giggled from her position by the table and took her go. She socked the yellow ball into the pocket and stood up, smirking. "Off with the socks, Gibbs."
Jenny giggled as Jethro removed his socks from his feet in the unsexiest way possible. She laughed against her hand as he landed bare feet on her basement floor. Eventually Gibbs righted himself and picked the pool cue up. He lined up his shot and Jenny watched him from the side, leaning over the table with a sweet expression on her face. The red plunge bra was dangling over the table, her breasts pushed together.
"Jen." His wrist slipped and he hit the white ball, pushing it gently against the red that was supposed to slam into its waiting pocket. But she had won again, and he was starting to wonder whether she had fumbled that first shot on purpose.
"Am I being distracting, Jethro?"
He cursed. "Very."
Jenny leaned over and put a yellow ball in its pocket. "Good."
She dropped the pool stick to the floor and pushed Jethro up against the nearest book case. She ripped open his shirt, spilling his buttons to the floor too. She tore the fabric from the chest and forced her mouth on his, dragging her tongue across his lips. She wanted inside his mouth. Jethro groaned as Jenny's hands traced up and down the muscle of his chest, making him tremble underneath her fingers. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her towards him to feel her.
Pulling back from their kiss, Jenny kissed the centre of his chest. "Your shot, cowboy."
Jenny pushed away from his chest and stood against the table. Jethro grabbed his cue but Jenny's flustered appearance and swollen lips put him off the shot again. He was visibly hard underneath his jeans, and Jenny kept playing with her tongue. When she potted her fourth yellow ball, he was begging for her to take his trousers off.
"Jen…please."
She pushed right up against him and undid the button of his jeans. She dragged the zipper down and reached into his pants to grip his ass, grinding herself into his erection. Jenny thrust the fabric down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. He wanted her to make the next shot; he wanted to be naked and inside Jenny. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips inches from him as she moved up against his tented boxers.
"You're a fucking tease, Shepard."
"I do believe it's your shot."
Jethro took her cue and aimed a well placed shot so a red ball went inside one pocket. He grinned at Jenny. "Climb up here."
Jenny moved up onto to the table where Jethro started unbuttoning those sinful black jeans and rolling them down her legs. His mouth accompanied his hands, nipping at Jenny's thigh and licking behind her knee. She was moaning by the time the air of the basement hit her legs completely. Jethro observed Jenny in her underwear, the lacy red panties that would look great on the floor. Hell the matching bra would look good outside.
"Your shot, Shepard," Jethro moaned as he kissed the inside of Jenny's thigh. "Make the shot, damn it."
She turned around, aimed but was shaking so much she missed. Jethro pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and rubbed his hands down her arms. "It's okay, Jen. My shot."
Jethro looked over their state of disarray, felt himself how turned on he was. He wasn't going to last much longer, and another three balls would be the death of him. Taking Jen, he pinned her to the table. Grabbing his pool cue, he positioned it straight between Jenny's breasts. Her breath caught as he aimed the cue just over her shoulder to hit the white ball and if he got it right, two red balls. Jenny's hips bucked as he hit the balls between her breasts and pocketed the two reds he had wanted.
"These are coming off, Shepard."
Jenny pushed herself up on her elbows, looking up at Jethro. "Rip them off, Jethro." She tilted her head back, the most glorious smile on her face. "I surrender."
He tore the panties off first, thickening at the sound that Jenny made as he tore the fabric from her skin. The bra was next, and Jethro was so grateful that it opened from the front. He pushed it off her shoulders, dropping it on the other side of the table. Then there was Jenny. His Jenny, his partner, lover, boss and the woman he was about to make love to.
"Can this table hold both our weight?"
Jenny grinned. "It's solid oak. It'll hold."
Jethro smirked as he tore off his boxers and pushed himself up onto the table. They were both naked and burning for the other to touch them. Jethro pressed his mouth down onto Jenny, both of their tongues duelling to touch and collide with each other. Jenny's hands gripped Jethro's back, trying to cling on for dear life. He gripped a breast, moulding it under his fingers until Jenny screamed against his mouth.
He pushed inside Jenny, groaning at how good it felt. She was slick, tight and he saw stars instantly as he started thrusting inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him forward. His hands pushed up the top of her body with his thrusts while his mouth took hers for its own. Jenny's moans were loud and indelicate as his other hand trailed up her stomach and kneaded her breast.
"Jethro….god…Jethro!" Jenny screamed, reaching up to anchor herself. She wrapped her arms around Jethro and dug into his neck, leaving him bruising kisses on his collarbone. He continued to thrust into her, enjoying how she felt. How it felt like everything was right now he was inside Jenny.
The roughness of the pool table and Jethro's bruising thrust made Jenny come quickly. Her mouth broke their kiss long enough to stumble his name through her lips, the pleasure stopping any cohesive words from being formed. She gripped onto him tight as his own orgasm ripped through him and he screamed her name as pleasure exploded in front of his eyes.
After it all, Jethro laid Jenny down on the pool table. He placed butterfly kisses along her shoulder, both of them covered in sweat. She was laughing as he rolled over to her side. He placed a gentle kiss on her mouth before letting her rest her head on his chest.
He smiled as she closed her eyes.