“Oh, is that right? You like to see me struggle? Fine!”
Without a word, I stuck my hand down my shorts and found my clit, not even giving him a warning. I started playing around with the little beast that’s been tormenting me the past couple of weeks.
A low growl escaped Jett as he watched me finger myself. Ha, take that, you fucker!
He watched me with determination, and when I thought I’d cracked him, when I thought he was going to lose that stone veneer, he pulled his boxer briefs down, freed his erection, and started stroking himself while he watched me.
Tou-fucking-che.
Instantly, my eyes flew to his cock, where his hand squeezed tightly around his shaft and pulled on it, tugged the fuck out of it, and then rounded the head of his cock with precision.
My mouth filled with saliva as I watched what he was doing with fascination. Every stroke of his hand hardened his length, and a small glisten of moisture formed at the tip of his beautiful cock.
Oh, hell.
Like a razor to a stray pube, I felt myself move toward him. Fuck, I was gross. Note to self, don’t use that analogy again.
His eyes were trained on me as I moved closer; he knew exactly what he was doing; he knew he was enticing me, and damn if it wasn’t working. I only had so much willpower, and the minute Jett took off almost all of his clothes, my last shred of willpower was used. It was only in time that I found myself moving closer and closer to him.
“You’re not playing fair,” I said.
“Hey, I’m only participating in what you started. You can’t play with fire, Little One.”
“How am I playing with fire?” I asked, while I ran my hand up his leg, making his breathing pick up.
“You know damn well what you’re doing.”
“And, like you don’t know what you’re doing? You think I can sit next to you and just watch you touch yourself and not be intrigued? I might be mad at you, but I still want you.”
With a smirk, Jett nodded at me and said, “Prove it.”
It was his bait; he was trying to get what he wanted, but hell if I wasn’t a stupid flopping fish because I grabbed right ahold of his bait and let him reel me in.
Not even thinking about it, I pushed his chest down so he was lying flat on the bed and pulled his briefs all the way down to his ankles, exposing that fantastic cock that had tortured me many times in the Bourbon Room.
Straddling Jett’s Legs, I grabbed a hold of his hands and pinned them to his sides and started to lower my head.
“Goldie, don’t,” Jett said, abruptly, shocking me a bit.
“What? Why?” I asked self-consciously.
“You don’t have to do that. I wasn’t playing fair.”
“Do you not want me to suck your cock?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No,” he shook his head. “I want nothing more than for your perfect lips to be wrapped around me, but I don’t want you to do anything you told yourself you wouldn’t.”
I pulled away for a second and studied him. “You know, I like this new sensitive Jett, where you talk to me and express your feelings, but right now, with your erection playing tiddlywinks with your belly button, I kind of want the dominant man.”
“You can’t have both,” Jett answered honestly, shaking me out of the cock-induced stupor I was in.
“What do you mean I can’t have both?”
“I can’t be both for you, Goldie. If I’m dominant, then I’m going to be cold and unresponsive…”
“No,” I shook my head and interrupted him. “Not acceptable. That is not true at all. There have been plenty of times when you’ve been sweet and endearing in the bedroom, don’t give me that bullshit.”
“It’s not a switch I can turn on and off.”
“Jett, I’m not asking for you to cry when we come at the same time; I’m asking you to share with me when we’re sharing and I’m asking you to be the fucking man I want when I need him. It’s not an either-or type of situation.” I pulled away and shook my head. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
“What do you want from me?” Jett asked, as he pulled up his briefs. “I’m trying to be the man you want me to be.”
“I want you to be you,” I said honestly. “I want you to be exactly who you are, but not afraid to tell me things, to open up to me.”
“That’s not who I am,” Jett said sharply, as he ran his hands through his hair. “I’m afraid, Goldie. I’m so fucking afraid.”
“Why?” I asked, feeling exhausted.
“Because I’m fucking in love with you,” Jett said with his back turned toward me.
Everything in the room turned dark and all I saw was the silhouette of Jett Colby, looking away and looking almost pained.
His back moved up and down with his breath as I tried to comprehend the monumental moment that had just transpired between us. I wanted to jump on the bed and smack my tits together in joy, but knew that wasn’t quite appropriate. So, instead, I carefully crawled toward him and wrapped my arms around his stomach.
Exhaling, Jett wrapped his arms around mine and allowed me to pull him closer. Lightly, I pressed my lips against his while my hands cradled his face, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere.
I felt the light pressure of his fingers grip my hips in almost a needy manner, like he needed me to prove to him that everything was going to be okay. Well, I had no fucking problem with that.
Placing one last kiss on his lips, I pulled away and ran my hands down the front of my body until they reached the hem of my tank top. Like the seductress I was, I deliberately took my time gripping my tank top and moving it off my body until I exposed my breasts and dropped the tank top to the side. Jett’s eyes were fixed on mine until he couldn’t take it anymore, then he took his time perusing my half-naked body.
My nipples were hard…just from his stare, they were ready to pop right the fuck off. My nipples had always been a fan of Jett, and tonight was no exception.
Needing to be naked for him, I took off my shorts and tossed those to the side as well. Jett cleared his throat as I moved closer to him and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and straddled his lap, allowing my knees to hold my weight as I used Jett as my personal stripper pole.
With my signature movement, I started to rotate my hips just right so I was stroking his hardened length perfectly. I looked down at Jett, whose eyes were fixed on my exposed lower half, watching my every movement. He was biting his lip, as if trying to hold in obscenities that wanted to escape.
His hands glided up my thighs, making me moan out loud; it was a movement I couldn’t act like didn’t affect me because once his hands finished moving up my thighs, they hovered right above my heated core. My pussy was throbbing, fucking throbbing, begging for the man, needing there to be no material between us.
When I thought his hands were going to work their way down south, they actually travelled north, up my sides, lightly gliding over my ribs and just under my breasts, where his fingers played with the soft and sensitive skin.
Fuck me.
He made small movements, movements that didn’t seem like much, but between the combination of my pussy rubbing against his dick and his small touches, I was about to scream in frustration. I wanted it all; I didn’t want to be teased.
Needing more, I ran my other hand down his stomach and to the waistband of his briefs. I pulled away for a second, so I could release him from his confines, but before I could grab ahold of what I really wanted, Jett flipped me on the bed and straddled my body so he could hover above me.
“How wet are you?” he asked, in that dominant voice I craved.
“Very,” I said in a breathless heroine-type voice that you only hear in fifties movies.
Scanning my body, he took a deep breath and asked, “Do you want this?”
“More than anything.”
“The whole package? Everything that’s fucked up about me. You want this?”
“Yes,” I nodded my head and pl
aced my hand on his cheek. “I want this.”
With a curt nod, Jett grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. “Do not fucking move those, do you hear me?”
I was pretty sure my “burning loins” heard him and submitted.
I watched as the man pulled off his briefs and tossed them on the floor. Oh, hell yes, this is what I needed; this is what we needed. Fuck talking right now, we needed to talk with our bodies.
Jett’s mouth found mine in a frenzy of heated passion. He kissed with force, with meaning, with the idea that this was it, we were it for each other. His lips were to the point of bruising mine; he was so rough, so possessive, but I wanted it, I wanted him to brand me, to make me his. I needed the reassurance.
Yes, we still had things we needed to talk about. Jett still had issues he needed to work through, but I was positive we could work through them together.
So much for my no sex policy. That lasted a good couple of hours. I have so much willpower it’s overwhelming…not.
His hands ran up my arms and then back down, sending chills up my spine. His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts, making a world of wet flow between my legs. With one small touch, he had me wiggling in place, searching for him to take me.
His hands continued a journey down my sides to my hips, where they rested and pulled them up. He moved forward ever so slightly so the tip of his cock just barely grazed my pussy. I wanted to fucking scream, to grab his dick and shove it inside of me, but that would mean moving my arms, and hell if I was going to do that. So, instead, I let him torture me.
Releasing my lips, he pulled up and looked down at me with the sexiest smile I had ever seen, like he was showing me how beyond happy he was that I was his. I watched in fascination as he grabbed his cock and started moving it up and down my slickness, gathering it all at the tip of his cock. He tortured my clit with small movements, little thrusts until I screamed.
“God! Please,” I begged, on the verge of happy tears. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me; there was nothing I wanted more.
“Patience, Little One.”
Fuck his patience, he could take his patience and shove it up his dick hole as a cork to see how it felt not being able to orgasm when you wanted.
Continuing the torture, I watched the veins in Jett’s neck pop as he tried to hold onto the little control he had left. I could see the moment he cracked, when I moved my hips just at the right time when his cock was close to my hole, allowing him in just enough. With a growl sprouting from his chest, he dropped down over me and thrust his cock inside.
“Fuck!” I screamed, trying to keep my arms above my head, but wanting to wrap them around him.
He filled me perfectly, to the point where I didn’t think he could go any deeper, but with a tilt of my hips, he did. He found that one spot that could make me shake my leg and start spewing obscenities. With each stroke, he hit the spot and made the orgasm that was slowly building up come forward like a tidal wave.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I told him, not being able to hold on too long.
“Me too,” he grunted, surprising me. The man always lasted longer than this.
His lips found mine once again and our tongues met in the middle. I was lost in him and before I knew it, my body was shaking uncontrollably as we both came at the same time, chests bumping against each other and lungs gasping for any kind of air to help the beating of our hearts.
There’s something to say about delayed gratification and all the wait and pent up anger…it was worth it, because right now, I had Jett wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest just after giving me one of the most explosive orgasms of my life.
Once our hearts grew steadier, Jett pulled us both under the covers and made sure I was pressed tightly against his chest. My fingers danced across his skin as his hand ran through my hair, playing with the individual strands. The sweet gesture had my eyes shutting instantly, calming everything in my body that had been disrupted. This was all I never needed.
I rubbed my cheek against his chest and said, “You didn’t ask me if I was here to submit to you.”
He kissed the top of my head and said, “I know.”
“Why not?”
“Because, you’re mine now, Goldie, forever. That means I don’t ever have to ask you again.”
“Oh,” I replied, as butterflies did somersaults in my stomach.
I was his, forever.
28
“Just Give Me A Reason”
Goldie
Oh, sweet Jesus, I was sore. I didn’t think Jett was that hard on me but now that I lay in bed with the sun shining on my face, I could feel every sore inch of my body from the multiple ways Jett took me last night. The man was relentless once I gave him the green light. He took me in bed, up against the wall, on the floor, in the shower…I don’t think there was one piece of my room that Jett hadn’t pushed me up against and fucked me blindsided.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, as I flopped to the side, looking for a warm body to snuggle into, but coming up short when I was met with cold blankets.
My eyes opened just as my pupils told me to F-off from the bright sun. I felt around, but there was no hot and sexy man next to me. It wasn’t a dream; I knew that.
Slightly panicked, I forced my eyes open and looked around the room. My lamp was still on the ground, my clothes were on the floor, lotion was smeared on the nightstand, and one of my heels was hanging off the curtain rod…oh, yeah. I smiled to myself as I thought about my heel. I am just so classy.
The one thing that I did notice that gave me hope was Jett’s clothes that were still folded up to the side. He was still here.
Giddy, I wrapped my robe around my body, not bothering with any other clothes, and opened the door to my room. The smell of coffee greeted me, pulling me to the kitchen. The door was closed, but I could hear voices on the other side, so I made sure my robe was extra tight and then swung the door open.
Standing together were Jett, Diego, and Blane, all shirtless, wearing various types of pants, except for Jett, who was in his briefs still, holding cups of coffee and grinning at me like they were posing for a calendar.
All they needed was Kace and the whole room would spontaneously combust from too much sexy. Seeing all of them side by side was too much for one horny pussy to handle. Yes, Jett took care of me last night, but my lady bit was insatiable, since she’d been out of commission for a while.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to come give me a good morning kiss?” Jett asked with a smirk over his coffee cup.
“Actually, I was going to give Diego a good morning kiss,” I answered defiantly, as I walked toward Diego, who straightened up from leaning on the counter and held out his arms.
I was moments from falling into his open arms when Jett pulled on me and led me into his territory. His chest was heated as it pressed against me and his arm wrapped around my body, claiming me as his.
Whispering in my ear, Jett leaned over and said, “Don’t even test me, Little One.”
Chills ran down my spine and scattered across my skin from his warm breath pressed against my ear. His heated skin seared through my thin robe as he pulled me in closer, gripping onto my hip so I was unable to move away from him, not that I really wanted to.
Looking up at Jett, I gave him my most innocent smile, which made him shake his head in laughter. Even though I felt like he owned me in every way, I really did own him. I had the ability to bring this powerful man to his knees. He would do anything for me, and sharing wasn’t even an option.
He loved me.
Holy shit, he loved me. This all-encompassing, powerful man loved me. He could have any woman he wanted, but he chose me, he chose to open his heart up and let me in. He fucking loved me!
Clearing his throat, Diego said, “So, I’m assuming this means Jett is no longer a fuck-up?”
I looked up at Jett, who was taking a sip of coffee from his mug. I watc
hed as his throat gracefully swallowed the hot liquid, warming me in all the right ways.
“Unfortunately, he’s still a fuck-up, but I’m a sucker for fuck-ups,” I said, while smiling at a surprised Jett.
“A fuck-up, huh? I wouldn’t say I fucked up last night, or this morning,” Jett wiggled his eyebrows.
“Dude, we all know what you did last night,” Blane said, while taking a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
“What? You heard us?” I asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Kind of hard not to,” Diego responded. “Especially when Jett is trying to hammer you through the wall. I mean, fuck dude, do you have a jackhammer in your pants?”
“I don’t know, ask Goldie.”
All three men looked down at me, making me feel incredibly exposed.
“What, you’re all clammed up now? That’s hard to believe,” Jett teased.
“She’s all talk,” Diego added. “Girl can’t handle being picked on.”
“You would think, with how sassy she can be, she would be able to defend herself in front of three strapping men,” Blane said, while taking a sip of his coffee.
“She’s shy,” Jett cooed in my ear.
“She has no game,” Diego poked.
“She can’t even handle…”
“Jett has a needle dick,” I shouted, trying to think of something offensive to say. Puffing out my chest, I nodded and said, “Yup, he has a needle dick, can’t even find it in his pants. It’s like a little piece of macaroni floating around in a world of big meat balls. Yeah, you heard that right, he has big balls and a small dick. It’s like, where’s your dick, man?” I said, while holding my hands out and adding a nervous laugh. “Like, uh, hello, are you even a man or am I staring at a giant moose knuckle?”
Diego, Blane, and Jett all fell silent as they just wondered what the hell was going through my head.
Sheepishly, I said, “Yup, big balls, small dick,” just to confirm my point.