“Rex, what are you going to do about him?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you going to do anything about what happened?”
“There isn’t much I can do, or would want to do. Do I feel bad that the man drove his life into the ground by following my father and wound up killing himself? Yes, I don’t think any person, no matter how horrible they are, should die under such circumstances. But you have to remember, Goldie, underneath his fake façade, he was a bad person. He was blackmailing every single person in his club, making them work for him. He committed shady acts throughout his entire life, and when it came back to bite him in the ass, he couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry for the way he left this world, but I’m not sorry for what he had coming to him.”
“I see,” she said, while nodding her head, making me nervous. “I guess you’re right, he deserved what was coming to him…his jail sentence that is, not his death. I guess it just seems so sad to me that a person’s life could be that bad to them that the only option they think they have left is committing suicide.”
“It is sad,” I agreed. “But it’s not our problem. I can’t have you dwell on this. I’m not a very strong man when it comes to jealousies, Goldie. I need to know that you’re not truly upset over his loss.”
“I’m not. I’m just sad for the circumstances, that’s all. He was by no means the love of my life, and he never even had a shot at it. You, on the other hand, I don’t know what I would do if something ever happened to you. I honestly don’t know how I would go on.”
“I feel the same about you. Can you see why I was so upset now?”
“I can….drama queen,” she teased, causing me to roll my eyes. “Don’t deny it; you’re a little drama queen.”
“Tease me some more, see where it gets you.”
“Hopefully strapped to the beam, hanging upside down with your cock dangling out of my mouth.”
“I really see that my class has rubbed off on you.”
“You can try all you want, Mr. Colby, but I will forever be the girl you plucked off of Bourbon Street.”
“And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Now, come on, I want to show you something.”
“Is it your dick?” she asked, as she followed behind me out of my office.
“No, but keep talking like that and it might be.”
“Oooh, another threat that only entices me, keep them coming Jettonathan.”
“Seriously?” I asked, while turning to face her. She just shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Shaking my head at her, I brought her over to the only room she hadn’t been in since she moved into the Lafayette Club, my bedroom.
“Oh, my God, are you going to show me your room?”
“Yes, I think it’s time I stop hiding and let you take over my entire life.”
“I like the sound of that,” she responded, while rubbing her hands together. “Now, before you open the door, do you need to warn me of anything? Am I going to find little superhero toys everywhere? Maybe some Barney memorabilia, Care Bears?”
“Do calm down, Little One, you’re starting to foam at the mouth.”
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she said, “I’m just so excited. I feel like this is the last puzzle piece I’ve been waiting for; now, open the door!”
Trying not to smirk at the glee that she was portraying, I opened the doors to my bedroom and let her in. She silently walked into the large room and immediately took in her surroundings.
My bed was situated in the middle of the room up against the wall, making it the focal point. A giant rug took up half of the wood-covered floor; I always hated stepping onto cold floors in the morning, so a rug was a must. My walls were sparse, as well as the rest of the room; it almost felt cold and sterile, but now with Goldie in the room, I could start to feel what I’ve been missing my whole life…love. Everywhere she walked, she rained love upon me. She was all I needed, all I ever needed.
“So, what do you think?” I asked, nervous for her approval.
After examining everything, she turned toward me and said, “Yeah, this room kind of sucks.”
Umm, not what I was expecting her to say.
“What?” I asked, entirely confused.
“Your room, it’s…boring. Where are the pictures, the textures, the rich fabrics? I feel like I just walked into an operating room. Is this where you really sleep at night? No wonder why you’re so fucking moody all the time; it’s like you purposely incarcerated yourself.” With a cute expression on her face, she asked, “You don’t expect me to sleep in here, do you?”
“Well, I was thinking…”
“No, definitely not,” she said, while holding up her hand. “I refuse to sleep in an old ice bucket. I mean honestly, Jett, I thought you were better than this. I mean, the Bourbon Room is warmer than this place. What is that? A cow’s tongue?” She pointed to a sculpture on my dresser.
“No, it’s art.”
“Looks like a cow’s tongue to me,” she said, while walking over and examining it. “Yup, it’s a cows tongue, you can see all the taste buds. Looks like this cow liked sour things.”
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot you are quite knowledgeable on different cow parts, like vaginas and whatnot,” I teased, reminding her once again of her drunk shenanigans.
“Still need proof of that,” she shouted, as she took in the “Cow’s tongue” some more. “Gah, this thing is nasty. Why on earth would you have it in your room?”
“I have an appreciation for art.”
“Well, your appreciation reads like a bloody vagina. You need some new taste, and because I’m so kind and loving, I will offer my services.”
“Is that right?” I asked, as I moved toward her. “What kind of services would that be?”
“You know, curtains, wall paint, blow jobs, throw pillows.”
“Blow jobs? Is that extra?”
“When I’m trying to find a needle in a haystack, yes. Extra fifty for you, big boy,” she said, patting my chest.
“What did I tell you about girls who lie?” I warned.
“They get utterly fucked by their hot billionaire boyfriend?” she wiggled her eyebrows.
“You’re impossible,” I huffed, as I walked away, hearing her trail behind me as I walked straight into the Bourbon Room; it was time to get down to business.
30
“The Days”
Goldie
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked Jett, who was butt ass naked and walking toward his room. That ass, damn. If I hadn’t just been thoroughly fucked in the Bourbon Room, I would be chomping away until I grabbed a piece of it.
“What? You want more?” Jett asked, as he turned toward me, giving me a full frontal.
Sigh.
Yeah, I sighed, don’t judge me.
“I always want more,” I replied, while slipping my hand into his, which he took as an invitation to ravage me once again.
Pushing me up against the wall of the hallway, he locked me in with his arms on either side of my head and lowered his mouth so it was only inches from mine.
“Can you handle more?” he asked, now starting to slowly nip away at my neck.
No, I couldn’t handle more; I was already so incredibly sore, but my damn pussy kept awakening every time Jett came near me.
His lips worked their way up my neck and to my jaw, where he peppered kisses along my skin until he hit my lips. Not even giving me a chance to recover, he pulled my bottom lip with his teeth and then bit it, making me squeal.
A low and sexy laugh came from his chest as he started to sooth my lip with his tongue.
Oh, fuck me.
My legs involuntarily widened, as his hand found its way to my hip, just under the silkiness of my robe.
Was this really happening again?
His other hand glided up to the knot of my robe, and the two sides fell open, exposing my skin to Jett’s heated body.
Yup, this was happening.
“You taste so fucking good,” Jett said, as he ran his tongue along my neck. I wasn’t really into the whole licking thing, but damn if I didn’t want to make a prosthetic of his tongue and run it up and down my body all day long.
His mouth descended down my neck to my chest, where my nipples were so incredibly hard, just begging for him to touch them. His hands, which were on my hips, glided up my body until they were gripping my breasts with a kind of force I hadn’t ever experienced from him. The way he squeezed me, making me stand on my tippy toes from the pressure, had me begging for more, needing more.
With skillful fingers, he pinched my nipples, hard, and then worked his mouth down my stomach until he nestled right between my legs. He spread my legs wider, until I thought I was going to fall, and then he pressed his hands against my hips to hold me up better and ran his tongue up my slit.
A moan escaped me as his wet tongue slid up and down my most sensitive area.
Yes, this was exactly what I needed. Even though I loved Jett’s dick, fucking craved that meat sword, I occasionally wanted to be loved like this, tenderly.
I relaxed into the wall as I let Jett’s tongue do all the work, allowing myself to feel every swipe, every breath, and every hum he laid on me.
Faster than I expected, I felt my orgasm coming on; my legs started to feel like noodles and my core began to burn from the onslaught of pleasure I was experiencing.
I gripped Jett’s head and prepared myself. With one deep swipe, I was riding Jett’s tongue, exploding from the inside out, screaming for the entire club to hear, until there wasn’t any more orgasm left inside of me.
My eyes were closed, trying to figure out how Jett was able to literally turn me inside out, when I felt him pick me up and walk toward his room. He moved the door open with his foot and walked me toward his bed.
Carefully, he placed me on the very comfortable mattress, which made me temporarily forget where I was, until I opened my eyes.
Jett was in his closet, pulling on a pair of briefs, when I sat up and looked at him.
He was hard, really fucking hard, and I knew it was because he was turned on from getting me off. How could you not love a man for that?
“Come here,” I said, waving my finger at him.
“Why?” he asked, at the same time as he leaned against the door frame of his closet and crossed his arms over his impressively cut chest.
“Because I want to soothe that rather massive ache you have in your briefs; now, get over here.”
“Not necessary,” he replied, walking toward me. He grabbed ahold of my robe and ran it carefully over my shoulders. Was he trying to turn me on again? Because he was doing a damn fine job of it.
Wanting to take charge, I ran my hand up his thigh until I reached the juncture of his legs and grabbed ahold of his balls.
He inhaled a sharp breath and looked down at me, telling me through his eyes that I was in so much trouble, but at the moment, I really didn’t care, because I was seeing how much I was turning him on, and that was all that mattered to me.
“What do you think you’re doing, Little One?” he asked in that dominant southern voice that rumbled through my body every time he spoke.
“Taking care of your little problem here.”
“You know damn well it’s not little. How many times do I have to remind you of that?”
Shrugging, I said, “Maybe one more?”
Without letting him respond back, I grabbed the top of his waistband and pulled down his briefs, allowing his cock to spring free. My mouth watered at the sight. I felt like it had been so long since I’d had the distinct pleasure of taking him in my mouth.
Licking my lips, I grabbed his cock with my hands, and guided it to my mouth. Jett took a deep breath and then relaxed in his stance, preparing for what I was about to do to him.
There were many things I enjoyed about the “new” Jett, and one of them was the fact that he relinquished control a little more, allowing me to do what I wanted, when I wanted…with some exceptions. There were times where, if I muttered a word he let me know about it, but right now, he was more relaxed, more open, and I was going to take advantage of it.
I wrapped my lips around his length and reveled in the feel of him. So hard…for me.
His fingers dug into my scalp and entwined with my hair, helping my motions by pulling and tugging ever so slightly. The feel of him still trying to direct me should have made me mad, but it only turned me on more.
One of my hands sat at the base of his penis, while the other started to massage his balls. A low moan escaped his throat as I continued to work his heated length.
In and out, it was almost like a dance I was conducting, pulling him and tugging while carefully running my tongue along the underside of his cock. It was so easy, so carefree to want to please this man, to want to make him burst in ecstasy.
“Fuck…” he drawled out, now starting to thrust his hips in my mouth.
He was at an impossible length, almost too much for me. I held back my need to gag at how far I’d started to take him, and instead, relished the feel of him riding my mouth.
His hand gripped tighter in my hair, needing me to give him an orgasm, so with a light tug on his balls and a sharp suck of my mouth, he threw his head back and reared into my mouth, all the while calling out my name.
I felt him come, use me as a mechanism of pleasure, until he was completely sated.
Slowly, he pulled out of my mouth, still breathing heavily with a look of absolute pleasure crossing his gorgeous face.
Satisfied, I sat back on his bed and smiled up at him, taking in the reaction I was able to garner from him.
Without a word, Jett leaned over and placed his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down on the mattress. He stared into my eyes, searching them for something I didn’t know. His eyes glistened in the dark room, making me fall in love with the man all over again.
“You make me so incredibly happy,” he said softly, before claiming my lips with his.
When he pulled away, I asked, “Because I give good head?”
“No, because when I look in your eyes, I see true adoration for me. No one has ever looked at me the way you do, Goldie. I’ve never experienced what love was like, I never knew what it felt like to be unconditionally loved by anyone until you came along. You love me and being loved by you, and only you, is, by far, the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. Your love is something I will never give up again, no matter what the circumstances are. I refuse to lose this feeling.
Tears threatened to spill over my eyes as I took in his words.
Never did I think the mysterious man who’d dropped off the black and purple card was going to end up being the one I held closest to my heart. I was looking for a way to survive, an olive branch, and what I found was a heart that matched mine, a soul to forever make me warm.
“I love you, Jett. I will never stop loving you.”
While looking down at me, he caressed my face with his thumbs and said, “Shall we call it a night? Or do I need to ravish you one more time?”
Laughing, I replied, “I think if you ravish me one more time, there will be nothing left to ravish.”
“Have I been taking it too hard on you?” he asked with concern.
“No,” I smiled and caressed his speckled jaw. “But I might be a little sore after what happened in the Bourbon Room.”
“Don’t mouth off and you won’t be sore,” he quipped.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
“Maneater,” he teased.
“Tyrant,” I teased back.
With a growl, he scooped me up and brought me to the head of the bed, where he tried to put me under the covers, but I clung to him instead like a spider monkey, not letting him drop me down.
“It’s going to be hard to sleep like this,” he joked.
“Yeah, about that, I’m not sleeping here.”
“Excuse me?” he asked, slightly offended. “Are you saying you would ra
ther sleep away from me?”
“No, drama queen,” I joked. “But I’m not sleeping in this jail cell of a room you have. I mean, honestly, Jett, no wonder you’re always in a bad mood…look at this place. There’s no color, no brightness; it’s just a cold room with some meaningless objects in it. I mean, fuck, you have a cow tongue in here. I’m kind of embarrassed for you.”
“Embarrassed?” he asked, more intrigued now.
“Yes, embarrassed. You hold yourself to such high standards, and then you go and have a room like this? Eck, gross. Thank God you never brought women here; they would have run for their damn lives.” Lowering my voice I looked around and added, “It looks like a fucking psychopath’s room.”
Jett threw his head back and laughed at my assessment.
“It does not look like a psychopath’s room.”
“The hell it doesn’t,” I stated boldly. “No personal items, everything has its proper place. Uh, yeah, you’re a fucking psychopath.”
“Yeah, and you just sucked this psychopath’s dick, so what does that say about you?”
Thinking about it for a second, I said, “Never said I was perfect, plus, I felt pity for you.”
“Bullshit,” he chuckled, and pulled away from the bed. “So, if you don’t want to sleep here, then where do you plan on sleeping? Don’t say Diego’s place, because I don’t think I can sleep in that bed one more night. I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping on such piss.”
“You’re such a snob.”
“A snob whose cock you can’t get enough of.”
Rolling my eyes, I pointed to his door, and said, “Take me to my old room. I refuse to stay in this place one more second.”
“Pretty sure I’m the one in charge here. If I say we’re staying in this room, then we’re staying,” he said in that beautiful voice of his.
“Oh, yeah, well…” well what? What did I have on him? “Well…I have a pussy!” I shouted.
Laughing, Jett picked me up and started walking us toward the back stairs to take us to my room. “That you do, Little One, and you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”
“So romantic,” I cooed.