Jesus, I was so fucked.
Chapter Seventeen
“You Make Me Feel…”
Lo
“I need some more body glide,” I called out as my inner thighs got stuck on the pole. “Oh fucking hell, my pussy is about to rip off.”
“Drop off the pole,” Pepper said as she came up to me with some more body glide.
“It’s too late, there’s no use in saving them,” I replied as I released the pole and tumbled to the ground. I gripped my thighs and started rocking back and forth.
“You’re such a drama queen,” Pepper said as she spread my thighs and started rubbing body glide on them.
Placing my hand over my eyes, I said, “I can’t look. How bad are they?”
“They’re barely red,” Pepper replied as she capped off the body glide.
“No way!” I looked down and was surprised to see that she was right. “What the hell? I could’ve sworn I left some skin on the pole.”
Pepper pinched my chin and said, “You have to toughen up, girl.” She then looked around and saw that the other girls were doing their own thing so she leaned in and said, “By the way, sorry about earlier. It was a drunken mistake that will never happen again. You can’t tell Jett.”
Here’s the thing, Jett and I said we would be open and honest with each other and I wanted to be open and honest with him but who was I really hurting if I kept this to myself? It wasn’t like she was cheating on Jett, because Jett was with me, therefore, it didn’t really matter, right?
With the look on Pepper’s face, the pleading look, I decided that it would be okay if I kept this to myself. It wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t like Jett was still fucking Pepper, at least he better not be or else the man was going to be plucking his dick out of his ear once I got done shoving it in there.
“Don’t sweat it, Pepper. Just tell me one thing, was it good?”
A smirk spread across Pepper’s face. “I think Jett and Kace went to the same school when it comes to dominating in the bedroom because holy shit was he hot.”
“I bet.”
“Shouldn’t you two be practicing?” Kace said, interrupting us and making us stand up straight, guilty as hell.
“Sorry,” Pepper said as she walked off to her pole and talked to the other girls.
Before she started the music again, I called out to Kace. “Kace, can I talk to you for a second?”
“Nope.” He took off to the back of the room, leaving without another word.
“Well, that was fucking rude,” I said under my breath as I got up and followed him.
I was just pulling back the curtain when his hand caught mine and said, “You don’t fucking listen, do you?”
“You don’t have to be rude, I just want to talk to you.”
He let the curtain fall and he pulled on the brim of his hat as he looked at me. He was hot, like so hot that I wanted to just see him in the shower one more time, just for old times’ sake.
“I told you I don’t want to talk, can’t you just leave it at that?”
“Not when you go and make confessions about—” I looked around and leaned forward, “—about loving me.”
“Get over it, Lo. I didn’t mean it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Then that’s your problem. Now get back on the pole and start practicing.”
“You’re infuriating!”
“And you’re a nescient so do us both a favor and leave.”
“Ughhhh!” I threw my arms up in the air and stomped away. There was no winning with him.
***
My body was sore, my thighs felt raw and my head was pounding from the constant beat of music that flowed through the Toulouse Room. Practice was rough and we didn’t end until well after dinner time. Kace showed a spark of humanity when he brought us all dinner in the middle of practice and made us take a break. Other than that, we were glued to the poles, working on our synchronization and making sure our timing was on spot with every beat of the music.
By the end of the night, we nailed the dance three times in a row and we were happy with the way everything turned out so we said goodnight and headed up to our respective rooms.
I opened my door and was hit by the dim flicker of light coming from my bathroom. Curious, I walked toward the flickering and found Jett, sitting on my counter, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight shirt surrounded by tea lights that were lit everywhere.
When he saw me, he hopped off the counter and walked toward me. He didn’t have anything on his feet which made him that much sexier. He grabbed the lapel of my shirt and started undoing the buttons.
“You’ve had a long, hard day, little one. I had plans for you and me tonight which consisted of you dancing for me and then me fucking you up against the pole in the Bourbon Room but after the hard work you put in today, I decided to save those plans for another night and take care of you.”
“What?” I asked breathlessly as he removed the shirt from my shoulders and let it drop to the ground. His eyes engulfed me, made heat crawl through my body.
His hands ran up my sides and went up to my face where he gripped my cheeks. “I want to take care of you, little one. Let me.”
I just nodded my head because my throat was too constricted from the unbelievable gesture from Jett. It seemed like a normal thing for anyone to do but for a man who struggled with showing his soft side, with being emotionally passionate, it was a huge step and I could not be happier.
His hands went to my back and with one single flick, my bra was loose and on the floor. Heat poured out of him as he took in my breasts. I could tell his hands were itching to touch me so I helped him. I grabbed his hands and placed them softly on my breasts. A sharp intake of breath escaped him as his hands slowly started to squeeze my chest. My head fell backwards as he rolled my nipples with his fingers and tested their weight.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Goldie.”
“Thank you,” I said, accepting his compliment.
“I need to test the water,” he said while pulling away.
I watched as his tight jean-clad ass walked over to the tub and turned on the faucets. There were bubbles already in the tub but the water was only halfway full, I’m sure to save time. As he bent over to make sure the water wasn’t too hot, I watched the back of his shirt ride up and show off a little patch of his skin. It was an innocent part of his body but it turned me on as if he took off every piece of his clothing.
I walked up behind him and ran my hands up his back on the inside of his shirt. His back tensed from my touch at first but slowly relaxed as I enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact.
“Did you have a good day?” I asked as I leaned over and kissed his shoulder.
“It just got much better,” he said while turning around and placing a kiss on my forehead. “The water is ready.” He leaned down and took off my thong, leaving me completely naked.
I could see how difficult it was for him to hold back and I appreciated it.
“Let me help you in,” he said as he held out his hand for me.
“Wait, are you joining me?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” he admitted honestly.
“Why not? Are you going to go back up to your room?” I tried to hide the hurt in my voice.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Goldie, do you really think I can control myself having you naked and wet in my arms? You should know me better than that.”
“Oh.” I smiled. “I don’t care, I want you to stay. Please.”
He shook his head and blew out a frustrated breath. “God, I can’t say no to you.”
“Good.”
I started taking off his shirt and was pleased with the muscles that ripped underneath.
“When do you have time to work out?” I asked, marveled with the fact that he was so cut.
He chuckled and said, “Whenever I get a chance.”
“Can I watch you one day?”
A quizzical eyebrow of hi
s rose as my hands wandered around his chest. “You never seize to surprise me.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Undoing his pants, I pushed them down and found that he wasn’t wearing any underwear as his erection sprung free, making me gulp. He stepped out of his jeans as he continued to look at me with those devilish eyes.
“Now that was fucking hot,” I said as I wrapped my hand around his erection and slowly started to work it up and down. A hiss escaped him from my touch but he didn’t stop me, so I continued to work my hand.
In seconds, his length grew to a size that was almost impossible to believe. He was huge and it was all because of me. Talk about making a girl feel good.
His breath became labored as I noticed a sheen of sweat start to caress his skin. At that moment, I realized he was close to coming and just from my hand. Invigorated with a new sense of purpose at the moment, I dropped to my knees, placed my hands on his thighs and wrapped my mouth around his cock. I didn’t give him a chance to adjust, I took in his full length until he hit the back of my throat and I pulled back out. His hands found my head and gently massaged my hair as I massaged his dick with my mouth. What he was doing felt so fucking good that I almost forgot what I was doing.
Snapping out of it, I ran my tongue down the underside of his dick and then lightly grabbed his balls with my teeth.
“Aww, fuuuck,” he drawled out as he started to sway.
He was so close, so instead of giving him what he wanted, I pulled away from his balls and started to lightly flick my tongue across the underside of his dick all the way up to the tip. Pre-cum sat at the top of his cock and I licked it up with pleasure.
“Goldie…” he breathed as I decided to finally let him go over, even though I was enjoying having the power for once.
I took him fully into my mouth, squeezed his balls with my hand at the same time and sucked as I pulled up and down on his length. With one thrust of his hips, he let loose as a guttural groan escaped him and he lost himself in my mouth. He thrashed about as he lost all control. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Once he was fully satisfied, he bent down, grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. He kissed the top of my head and whispered into my ear, a gesture I was starting to love and count on.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
“Thank you.”
He led me into the tub which we had to heat up again and then sat down. He grabbed my hand and helped me in so my head was resting on his shoulder and his arms were wrapped around my waist. I was in heaven. Heaven from being wrapped up in Jett, from being surprised by him and by performing a sexual act with him without having to submit first. Don’t get me wrong, I loved submitting to him but it was nice to know that we didn’t need to always have the Jett Girl rules hovering over us.
He rubbed slow circles along my lower belly as he kissed my neck.
“How are your legs? I saw that you were using them a lot on the pole today.”
“They’re sore,” I confessed
His hands ran down them and stroked my inner thighs; I cringed from how sore just a light touch was. He pulled away and made me turn to face him.
“Are you okay?” Concern laced his face.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“Why did you keep practicing if you knew your skin was starting to go raw?” he asked, now looking mad.
“I can still have sex, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Now I knew he was looking mad because his eyebrows creased and he looked like he could kill.
“Is that how you see me? Some sex-crazed maniac who is only concerned about getting some pussy?”
“No, not at all. I don’t know why I said that.” I backpedaled.
“I care about you, Goldie. I respect the fact that you need a break, that you can’t have sex with me every night. I get that, so please don’t assume that I only care about one thing and one thing only because that is not how I want to be perceived.”
He talked to me so business-like, it was strange. I didn’t like it.
“I’m sorry. I don’t see you like that. I’m just nervous that if I don’t have sex with you, you’re going to lose interest.”
Where the hell did that come from? Was I trying to dig myself a grave? It was true, but I didn’t have to go and say it.
His hand went up to my cheek and he pressed his forehead against mine.
“I’m going to be honest with you, little one. When I first met you, when I first saw you, that was all I wanted from you. I wanted your body but once I saw you for who you were, I wanted more. I want your body, your heart and your soul. I want everything. Just because you don’t want sex one night doesn’t mean that I will get bored, it just means that I get another piece of you that night. Like tonight, I want your mind.”
“My mind?”
“Yes, tell me something I don’t know.”
He spun me around so I was pressed against his chest again and his arms were once again wrapped around me. His chin rested on my shoulder as he waited for me to answer him.
“Well, when I was young, I used to bring my mom’s boom box into my room and I would perform my own radio station. I would speak in the attachable microphone and call off what songs were going to play next. I would also pretend to interview people using different voices then I recorded it all on a tape.”
I could feel the smile that crossed Jett’s face from my confession.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he said while pressing a kiss below my ear. “That turns this black heart a little more pure, hearing things like that.”
“You don’t have a black heart, Jett. You have such a warm heart, it’s just a little scratched right now but it can get better. If you let me in, I would love to help heal it.”
Breathing deeply, he said, “I would like that, little one.”
My heart tripled in speed as he wrapped around me tighter and held on to me as though if he let go then I would float away forever. His lips pressed against my ear and he spoke softly.
“I’m getting lost in you Goldie and it terrifies me. You broke down a wall that I wasn’t willing to let go and you did it so easily.” He took a deep breath and continued, still speaking softly. “I can’t stand the idea of losing you now.”
“You’re not going to.” I turned my head to look at him but he kept my head forward.
“I want you to know that I would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you out of trouble. I live in a world where anything can happen and I want you to know that no matter what, I will always protect you. Always.”
His cryptic message was slightly disturbing because it sounded like something you said before you broke up with someone but I chose to ignore that. There was no way he was going to do that because of the way he clung on to me right now, the way he spoke softly into my ear and sent shivers up my spine. He was opening up and it wasn’t very often that he did that.
“You’re always doing the protecting, do you ever let someone protect you?” I asked as I leaned back farther into his chest and looked up at him.
He kissed my lips and said, “Yes, right now, I’m letting you protect my fragile heart. All I ask is that you take care of it, little one.”
The wind was knocked out of me from his confession. He trusted me enough to admit such a sensitive thing to me that I didn’t even know how to respond. I would never do anything to hurt Jett, ever. He saved me when I needed saving, he took care of me when no one else would and he gave me the warm affection that I needed so desperately in my life. If anything happened between us, it was going to be his doing because I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I will treat it as if it’s my own, Jett.”
“That’s all I can ask for.”
He kissed me again and we spent the rest of the night, holding each other and enjoying the soft silence that settled between us. We didn’t have to talk anymore, we understood each other.
&nbs
p; Chapter Eighteen
“Grenade”
Jett
“Jesus, this thong is really riding up my ass,” Goldie said as she lifted off the limo seat and started digging around her backside. “I can’t seem to get a good grip. You know, you could order some underwear with just a tad more fabric. How would you like to wear fishing line up your ass all day?”
Shaking my head and smiling to myself, I watched her lift her gold floor-length gown up to her waist and reach behind where she found her thong.
“Sweet nipples, that feels good,” she said as she pulled out her thong. “You have no clue what it’s like to be a woman, the pain we go through to get a boner out of you.”
“You don’t have to do much, little one,” I responded as I shifted in place. Her underwear hunting left her gown up around her waist, giving me an amazing view of her lower half which only led to my dick wanting to play. It was so easy when it came to Goldie, she really didn’t have to do much.
Her head turned to my crotch and her eyes lit up as she looked up at me.
“My, oh my, where did that little guy come from?”
“You know damn well it’s not little.”
She placed her finger to her chin and contemplated for a second. “You know, I can’t really remember. You should whip it out so I can refresh my memory.”
“Nice try.” I adjusted my pants. “We are almost there. Now put your dress down before the driver comes to open our door and sees something that’s only meant for my eyes.”
Being the vixen she was, she leaned over and pressed her palm against my crotch, making me shift back in my seat and take a deep breath from her brazenness.
“Do you really want to leave me hanging like this?”
“Like what?” I asked as her breath tickled my neck. She didn’t kiss me, she just nuzzled me with her nose, sending chills down my neck.