Forever a Jett Girl (Bourbon #3)

  Silently, Diego walked toward both Jett and me and looked Jett up and down before squatting in front of him. He moved his head closer to Jett’s crotch and Jett swatted him away.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jett asked, offended.

  “Looking for the giant moose knuckle, this I have to see.”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Jett laughed, while grabbing ahold of my arm. “Looks like someone needs to learn a lesson.”

  “Oh, no, not another game of find the needle in the haystack,” I rolled my eyes, making both Blane and Diego throw their heads back and laugh.

  “Damn, Jett, do you need to talk to us?” Blane asked. “We can maybe hook you up with an enlarger or something.”

  “Well, now the hammering makes sense,” Diego said in between laughter. “The man is just trying to get his damn dick to penetrate the poor girl.”

  A very un-lady like snort came out of me, just as Jett grabbed the waistline of his briefs.

  “You really want to joke?” Jett asked me, as his hands started to pull his briefs down.

  “No!” I shouted as I grabbed ahold of his hands and stopped him. A giggle escaped me as I said, “Please, don’t embarrass yourself. Not in front of these guys, it will be too humiliating for you. I can’t let you do that.”

  Looking me dead in the eyes, Jett said in a firm voice so only I could hear him, “You are in so much fucking trouble, Little One.”

  Gulping, I looked at how serious he was, and damn if I didn’t instantly turn wet. His kind of trouble was my kind of pleasure.

  “Uh oh, looks like someone is going to get a spanking,” Diego teased. “How did it go last night?” Diego turned to Blane for help, who stood up and rubbed his head.

  Blane bent over and started smacking his ass while saying, “I think something like ‘oh, yeah Jett, oh, yeah, big boy, give it to me harder.” Then he squealed liked a little girl.

  Diego clapped his hands together and fist bumped Blane. “Nailed it, man.”

  Jett ticked and shook his head no at the same time. “You couldn’t be further from the truth.”

  “Thank you,” I said, while scooting closer to Jett, offended by Blane’s horrible impression of me.

  Jett patted my shoulder and said, “She doesn’t squeal; she does more of a snort-type thing, like a pig drowning in water.” To my horror, I watched as Jett bent over and started snorting like a pig, while adding a bit of a gargle in his throat, causing both Blane and Diego to practically fall over from laughter.

  I watched as all three men tried to impersonate the pig gargle orgasm sound in the kitchen, making each other laugh hysterically. With my hands on my hips, I stomped my bare foot on the ground like a child.

  “You’re all just hideous men,” I called out before making my way back to my room, completely unable to take a joke.

  I slammed my door shut, sat on my bed, and folded my arms over my chest, just waiting for the pig snorter himself to walk in. I could have counted down the seconds until he opened the door.

  It was right on cue when he opened my door and shut it without taking his eyes off of me. He stood there, silently, just taking me all in, owning the fucking room with one breath, with one tick of his jaw.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feeling myself wilt under his stare.

  “Like what?” he asked, as he approached me with the kind of swagger that would make your clit pop right off.

  “You know,” I shifted on the bed, as I readied for his pounce; it was inevitable, especially with the way he was approaching me. “Like you want to eat me.”

  “Is that a problem?” he asked, as he stood right in front of me, making me shrink in place.

  “Yes,” I squeaked out. “Wouldn’t want to pig snort again.”

  Smiling, Jett said, “Well that won’t be a problem, given the fact that I have such a small dick that you need a pair of tweezers to pick it up.”

  “Yeah, about that…”

  “Yeah, about that,” Jett copied me as he leaned forward and pushed me back on the bed. His muscles flexed as he held himself right above me. “Funny that you’re so quickly able to lie about my misfortunes.”

  “Someone has to pop that ego of yours,” I gulped, as his hand found the knot of my robe and started to undo it.

  “Ego?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Is that what you think it is, an ego?”

  “What else could it be?” I asked, just as my robe was parted, exposing my breasts to the cold morning air, puckering my nipples in such a fantastic way.

  “Confidence,” Jett responded. His finger trailed the outline of my nipple as he said, “Confidence in a man can often be mistaken for an ego, but do you know what the difference is, Little One?”

  As he pinched my nipple, my chest lifted off the bed and I shook my head no.

  His fingers continued to do torturous loops around my nipples as he spoke, “The difference between having confidence and an ego is that a man with an ego can be very self-involved, but a man with confidence doesn’t need to puff his chest to prove his self-worth; he is bold, he is sure, and he knows how to fucking please a woman.”

  His last words ricocheted through my mind, as his mouth fell down onto my breast, while his other hand quickly made work of my free nipple. The feel of the rough five o’clock shadow that grazed his jaw and his tongue lapping around my taught nipple was a new feeling of euphoria I felt like I hadn’t experienced yet.

  Unlike every other time in the bedroom, my hands were free of his constraints, so I took advantage of it by running my hands down his strong and solidly muscular back to the waistband of his briefs. With a quick intake of air as he bit down on my nipple, my fingers grasped his briefs and pulled them down, so I could grab a handful of his tight ass.

  Like a fucking lunatic, I felt my hands go crazy with pleasure as I gripped his ass as firmly. I wasn’t much of an ass person, but I had to admit, I was going to grow quite fond of the two hammy hams between my fingers.

  “Hammy hams?” Jett asked, as his mouth lifted off my nipple and he looked up at me with a fucking adorable smirk.

  “What?” I asked, delirious from what he was doing to me.

  “You were mumbling hammy hams.”

  Thank God I was a complete embarrassment to myself, because what else would help keep me grounded? Jesus.

  “Yeah, um, you have nice hammy hams. It’s the first time I’ve really been able to explore your ass, so I kind of went a little crazy with it.”

  “Clearly,” he chuckled. “Just don’t go digging around in there.”

  “God, no!” I practically shouted.

  “What? Is my ass that nasty to you?” he asked, feigning insult.

  “What? No, your ass is nice,” I backtracked. “I just…I mean, I don’t do the finger in the hole thing. I mean, that’s your job…wait! No, I mean, finger in the hole, yes, but not in the stink, just in the pink. You know, the vagina…” I let out a long breath, as Jett just let me ramble on, so I said, “You know, this ass talk is far above you, where are your manners?”

  “Someone told me I needed to loosen up a bit, so I’m trying that new approach. I’ve found it to be quite rewarding,” he smirked.

  “Why? Because you get to hear me ramble on like a moron who doesn’t know how to stop?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Hmm, well, I’m glad you’re getting pleasure out of this.”

  “I am,” he smiled once again and then perused my body. “Now, Little One, it seems like you need to be punished for your lying in the kitchen. Since you were not so kind to the size of my cock, I thought I would really show you how misinformed you were.”

  “How would you do that?” I asked, watching him pull himself away from me and pull his briefs off. He toed them to the side, giving me a great view of his very impressive erection.

  So, when I was in the kitchen, discussing Jett’s little macaroni, what I really meant was the man was sporting a cannoli fit for t
he Jolly Green Giant…if the Jolly Green Giant was gay and could open his mouth wide enough to fit a grapefruit in it.

  It was a tree trunk, a cannon sitting between his legs, the arm of a grown man…and it looked like that arm was about to fist me.

  Fuck, the thoughts in my head were so wrong, but damn if I wanted to be right.

  In my mind, I wanted to put my hands out and wiggle my fingers while saying, “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” but knew that not only would give me a pass straight to restraint-ville, but it would also move the mood from sexy as hell to brand new virgin confused as to what sets the mood.

  “Get your eye full?” Jett asked, cutting into my thoughts.

  “Can you actually turn to the side a little?” I asked while directing him with my finger.

  He shook his head no and approached me. “Up on your knees,” he commanded.

  And just like that, with that domineering voice of his, which had a southern charm to it, I was stripped of my robe and getting on my hands and knees, preparing myself for whatever he had planned.

  He came up behind me and placed his hand on my lower back. His fingers spread wide, he pressed down just hard enough that I knew he meant business as he ran his hand up my spine. His body came up close behind me, and I could feel his erection against the back of my thigh, enticing me to beg.

  He hovered over my back as his hand found my neck. His fingers ran through the small wisps of my hair and dug into my scalp, massaging my nerves, and sending impossible chills all over my skin.

  The hardness of his body pressed against me as his mouth grew close to my ear.

  “Little One, I have a little bone to pick with you. You see, I’m afraid you gave the wrong impression of my cock back there in the kitchen. Now, do you know what happens to you if you lie?”

  “You spank me like a bad girl?” I asked, giddy at the thought.

  “No, that would be too much pleasure for you. If you’re to be punished, then I want you to be punished. So, do you know what that means?”

  “Dinner in my room?” I asked, trying to be charming.

  “One more smart mouthed comment from you and I’ll make sure you don’t see pleasure for a week.”

  Well, that fucking clammed me right up.

  “Better,” Jett said, pleased with my silence. “As a punishment, I will touch you, I will bury myself deep inside of you, to the point where you don’t think you can take anymore, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when you feel every part of your body turn numb, I will pull away, tie you up, and leave like that so you can’t orgasm.”

  “What?” I practically cried, as I turned to look at him.

  “Eyes straight ahead; don’t make me ask you again.”

  Obeying him, I looked straight ahead and cautiously asked, “Would you really do that to me?”

  “Do you think you deserve it after that conversation in the kitchen?”

  “You made fun of me too…”

  Snap.

  With a quick flick of his wrist, his hand connected with my ass, sending a shock of surprise and then pleasure through my body. Oh, fuck, yes.

  “Remember who is in charge here, Little One.”

  “Yes, Jett,” I answered.

  “Now, do you think you deserve that punishment?”

  Knowing that I didn’t want that punishment, I wanted to say no, but if I agreed with him, he might take it easy on me, so instead of acting out and showing my defiance, I swallowed my pride and nodded my head.

  “Let me hear you say it,” Jett said forcefully.

  “Yes, I deserve that punishment,” I replied breathlessly at the way his hand started to move over my back again.

  He traced my spine carefully and then ran his fingers down to my ass, to the backs of my thighs and then travelled on to my innermost sensitive skin, to a spot that was sore from last night, but more than happy to accommodate Jett’s current needs. I grew even wetter as his fingers teased my core, played with my responsive skin, my skin that made me shake and quake under his touch.

  My breathing grew heavier as I tried to control my hips from thrusting into his fingers. Self-respect, Goldie, self-respect.

  “Does my punishment turn you on, Little One? You’re very wet.”

  “You turn me on,” I responded, wanting him to push his fingers inside of me, anything to lessen the pressure that was building up.

  “Good answer,” I felt him smile behind me. He leaned forward again, so his mouth was close to my ear, as his hand still continued to tease me, while the other hand ran up my stomach to my hanging breasts. He took turns tweaking each nipple, causing me to moan out loud.

  “You’re so responsive, Little One. For that, I will forgo my punishment and teach you a lesson a different way.”

  Thank fuck!

  “What do you have planned now?”

  “Since you seem to forget how large my cock really is, I’m going to take it upon myself to remind you.”

  “How do you plan on…oh fuck!” I screamed, as Jett plunged himself inside of me.

  Just as Jett was gentle and loving last night, he now turned right back into his dominant self, and I loved every little moment of it. Don’t get me wrong; I liked it when I was allowed to touch him, to explore him, but right now, with him gripping onto my hips and deep inside of me, I was more than happy to see this side of him.

  His fingers held tightly onto my skin as he filled me with every glorious inch of him. Yup, definitely not a little macaroni.

  I waited patiently for him to start thrusting into me, to show me how deep he could go, but he just held still, growing inside of me, but never moving. I thought of helping him out, reminding him of the typical movement one conducts in such a position, but knew that could only cause trouble, so instead, I opened my mouth.

  “Jett,” I begged, letting him know that I was ready for whatever he had planned.

  “Were you asked to speak, Little One?”

  “No, but, I just…fuck, I need you, Jett.”

  “Very well, you just have to do one thing.”

  “What’s that?” I would do just about anything right now to get the man to move his hips.

  “You need to shout at the top of your lungs how big my cock is, so Diego and Blane can hear you.” I could hear the mirth in his voice and it took all my strength not to turn around and slap his cock like it was a wet piece of bread.

  “You can’t be serious?”

  “Oh, I’m very much serious right now, Little One. I don’t joke around when it comes to my cock. Now, you have two options, you can either scream at the top of your lungs that my cock is trying to swallow you whole, or I can go back to option number one, the original punishment.”

  The cocky mother fucker.

  “You really want me to say your cock is trying to swallow me?”

  “Yes, I find that will prove the point of my size. Your choice.”

  Like I had a choice right now. The man was ten inches deep inside of me, ready to make my fucking day, of course I was going to shout.

  Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat and said, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole.”

  Jett tsked at me and started to pull out, causing me to clear my throat and shout one more time, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole!”

  Jett pondered for a second and then said, “You can do better than that.”

  Gah! If it wasn’t for what was going to come, I would have punched the man behind me.

  One more time, I sucked in air, and then shouted as loud as I could, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole!!”

  “We heard you the first time,” Diego said, while shouting past my door, heating my entire body with embarrassment.

  “Oh, my God,” I mumbled, as Jett chuckled behind me. “I hate you.”

  “No, you don’t,” Jett said, as he leaned over me, inserting himself all the way in. “You don’t hate me at all. Admit it,” he demanded with a tweak to my nipple.

  “I don’t hate you.”

/>   “Good.”

  With that, Jett forcefully moved his hips forward and held on tight to my body as he continued the movement. His mouth nibbled on the back of my neck, while his hips did all the work. I steadied our position by digging my hands into the bed, trying to keep as still as possible with each stroke.

  He slipped in and out of me with ease, putting more and more pressure on my neck with each passing moment, to the point where I didn’t think the goosebumps on my skin could grow any larger.

  One of his hands slipped from my hips to my breasts and started kneading them with precision, slightly stroking my nipples, teasing the undersides, and then gripping them whole. He was a fucking mastermind, and I was there for him to play with.

  Just when I didn’t think he could go any deeper, he pressed his hand to my neck, making me lower myself to my forearms, and that was when he thrust deeper, reaching a place I didn’t even know existed.

  “Oh, God,” I practically cried, pleasing him.

  He pulled away from me, gripped my hips, and started making long slow strokes with his dick. The movement was luxurious; it was too good to be true; it was almost too much to take. My mind went blank and all I could feel was the friction he was causing. His hand ran to the front of my clit and he pressed on the little nub with his finger and then made long strokes against it, the same stroke he was making with his cock.

  That was all it took. My head buried in my hands and I cried out as my body ricocheted with pleasure, convulsing in all different ways, turning numb to the point that I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

  My mouth was held wide open, as I screamed and pressed into the now-rapid movements Jett was making. He stiffened above me and groaned as I felt him orgasm; just the thought of pleasing such a man shocked me with another round of pleasure, sending me into fit of pure euphoria.

  Slowly, Jett shortened his movements until he collapsed on top of me and pulled himself out. Without even taking a second chance to think about it, he flipped me around so I was now resting my head on his shoulder and he was holding me tightly against his body. My hand found his taut stomach, where I started to lightly stroke it with my fingers.

  “That was so fucking good,” I said, while kissing the side of his neck. “Thank you for my punishment.”