“It is revealing,” I said while trying to look anywhere else but her cleavage which was approaching me at eye level.
“But not too much, right? And it’s purple. I know how that’s your color…for Jett Girls and all.” She batted her eyelashes as bile threatened to surface.
She stood right in front of me and then without invitation, sat down on my lap. I was so surprised, I didn’t have time to react before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close.
“You can’t tell me that you don’t find me attractive in this dress, Jett, that purple isn’t my color, that you can’t envision me, riding you all night long in your Bourbon Room,” she whispered into my ear.
If Goldie was the one in the dress, with her body clinging to mine, whispering in my ear, I would have laid her down on the ground and had her naked in seconds but with Keylee, I was more repulsed then anything. The only thing holding me back from letting her land flat on her back after I peeled her hands off me and got up was the fact that she was the key to getting my dad to lay off for a day or two until the bids were accepted. After that, I would find a way to protect Goldie, a different way and it didn’t consist of her living under Diego’s roof. That was for damn sure.
I put on a brave face and said, “You look great in purple but I think it might be a little much for the Mayor’s Ball.”
She smiled and leaned closer, pressing her lips right against my ear as her breasts were shoved against my chest. “I can always save this one for the after party.” She winked as she pulled away but not before brushing her hand against my crotch with a suggestive smile.
She must be delusional because there was no way in hell there was going to be an after party with her. After the Mayor’s Ball, I planned on spending the night in Goldie’s arms, even if it meant sneaking into Diego’s place. I was going to need to be refueled by Goldie’s gorgeous and beautiful personality after tomorrow night.
“Let’s try something a little more tasteful, Meghan. But I want to stick with purple. It seems to work well for me and Jett agrees.”
“I have something in mind that will be perfect,” the skanky ho said as she winked at me and went off to the main floor to grab another dress.
If another woman winked at me, I was going to jab them in the eye with my damn finger. Irritation was filling up my very soul as I continued to sit in an uncomfortable situation that my father put me in.
“Jett, I need some help,” Keylee called out.
“Uh, I think that Meghan girl is going to be back soon.”
“Ouch, I think I’m stuck,” Keylee said in a panic. “Please, Jett, I need your help.”
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the dressing room. Keylee was fidgeting with the zipper of her dress when she looked up at me in the mirror.
“Can you please assist me? Just get it going.”
Uncomfortable wouldn’t even begin to describe the feeling I was having. I knew damn well that she could wait for the skanky ho but this was her way of getting me to be more hands on. I squelched the growl of anger that wanted to come out of me and grabbed the zipper on the dress. With more force than I needed, I yanked the zipper down at the same time Keylee let the dress drop to the floor by removing her arms.
She stood with her back to me, wearing only a thong and that was it. She had zero modesty because instead of covering up, she thrust her chest out and shook her hair. Her tits were high and perky, definite boob job. There was no way those were real, they were hot, but there was no way they were real.
Turning around to face me, she grabbed my lapels before I could retreat and brought me closer to her. I made sure to keep my eyes trained on hers so I didn’t give her the wrong impression. Everything about this moment was so wrong and I didn’t want to make it worse by taking a look at her chest. I wasn’t interested but I was a man too. It was difficult to not take a look but I kept my eyes focused on the task at hand.
“Put your hands around me, Jett. I want to feel those strong hands on my skin, running up my rib cage and playing with the skin under my breasts. I want to feel your mouth all over my body, sucking on my nipples, playing with me, teasing me. I want to submit to you, Jett. My body is yours to do whatever you want with.”
It was rather disturbing how much she knew about me and the Lafayette Club. I didn’t know where she was getting her information but I didn’t like it. She knew too much.
Keylee was pretty but she wasn’t Jett Girl material. She would be in it for all the wrong reasons and she was too privileged. She wouldn’t work hard like the other girls. Plus, she was annoying as fuck and I couldn’t deal with that.
“Now is not the time, Keylee.”
“But there will be a time, right, Jett?” Her hands ran down my chest and gripped the loops of my belt. I kept my hands in my pockets, not wanting to give her any ideas.
“Keylee, this is supposed to be a friends thing, I thought I made that clear. You’re beautiful, but I don’t want to jump into anything just yet.”
“I know but I just want you to know that I see the way you look at me and I see the interest in your eyes. I want you to know that when you’re ready you won’t have to ask because I’ll be so fucking wet and ready for you that you will be able to slip that giant cock into me with ease.”
Who the fuck talked like that? Goldie said shit like that but that was different, she was with me. Keylee barely knew me. She was slightly psychotic. Good pick, Jett.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said nicely as I pulled her hands from my pants and set them to her side. I looked at my watch and said, “It’s late, Keylee, and I have a couple of proposals I have to work on. I trust your style. I’ll be by your place to pick you up tomorrow at eight. Please don’t be late.”
“But what about dinner?”
I turned around from the slight distance I was able to put between us. “I’ll have to reschedule. I do apologize for my rudeness. Will you forgive me?” It took all the strength in my body to be kind to her.
She smiled and said, “Depends on how you plan on apologizing,” and with that, she shut the curtain to the dressing room and cut the cord she had wrapped around me. Thank Fuck.
I grabbed the champagne that was on the table, finished off the dog piss and then took off for the front while texting my driver to pull forward. When I hit the front of the store, I was blinded by photographers.
Keylee.
She must have tipped them off. I took a deep breath, put my hand in front of my face to block off the flashes and headed to the car my driver just pulled up.
“Jett, is it true you’re now seeing Keylee Zinc?”
“I heard she’s pregnant. Is the baby yours?”
“Did you like the way she looked in that purple dress?”
Photographers called out questions as I retreated to the car. Well, I wanted my dad to believe I wasn’t involved with Goldie, if this didn’t do it, I didn’t know what would.
When I was in the car, I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial. I needed to hear her voice, I needed to be reenergized. She answered on the second ring.
“So I have this special ringtone for you and I swear to God, it’s like I’m Pavlov’s dog or something because every time I hear your ringtone, I instantly get wet.”
Now that was what I was fucking talking about, that was what I needed, my sweet little one talking dirty to me.
“Your ability to answer your phone without saying hello is refreshing. What if I was someone else?”
She thought about it for a second and then said, “I guess they would know the kind of effect you have on me.”
“And what kind of effect is that?”
“You make me horny,” she said without a hiccup.
“Why do I always happen to be in public situations when you get all spicy on me?”
“Where are you?” she asked with innocence.
“In my car, going back to the club.”
“Why don’t you swing by the French Quarter. I heard there
is a girl in a kink club who needs a good spanking.”
Groaning, I responded, “You have no idea the kind of punishment I want to give you for making me hard right now but I can’t. Soon though, little one, very soon.”
“How soon?” I heard her rustling around.
“Are you in bed?” I asked, ignoring her question.
“I might be.”
“What are you wearing?” I asked as I gulped and started to get hard, just from the mere thought of her in her bed, talking to me. That is what she did to me, the little man-eater.
“If I said nothing, would that make you come over?”
“It would make me come, that’s for damn sure.”
“Mmm, Mr. Colby, it sounds like your lips are a little looser these days. It seems like I’m having a bad influence on you.”
“I wouldn’t say it was a bad influence but it’s an influence.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It’s a fucking fantastic thing, little one,” I said weakly.”
“You sound upset, is everything okay?” she asked, always perceptive.
I ran my hand through my hair, a nervous tendency, as I looked out the window at the pastel houses of the Garden District.
“Yes, I just…” I paused and caught my breath from my pounding heart. I never realized how much I needed Goldie until she was untouchable. “I miss you,” I admitted.
“You’re killing me,” she said as I heard her shift again.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m giving the old beany boo a tickle. Keep talking, your voice alone will make me come all over my damn fingers.
“Fuck, Goldie. What did I tell you about touching yourself? Whose pussy does that belong to?”
I heard her huff out a breath. “Well, since it’s attached to my little v-section here I would say mine but by the tone in your voice, I guess I have to say you.”
“You have to say?”
“God, you’re demanding tonight.”
“Who does your pussy belong to, little one?” I asked between clenched teeth.
“You,” she said breathlessly, still shifting.
“Goldie! Are you still touching yourself?”
“What?! No…”
“Do you know what happens to liars?”
“They climax while their boyfriend tells them how much he would love to eat them out?”
I shook my head and held back the smile that was trying to cross my face.
“They’re brought to the edge of orgasm while being tied down and then they never fall over because they are left hanging…for the night.”
“You wouldn’t…”
“I so fucking would so remove your hand from the delicious pussy of yours.”
She moaned in the phone as her breath picked up.”
“Goldie…” I reprimanded.
“Oh….God…” she breathed out. “I wish you were here, sucking on my hard nipples right now. They’re so fucking hard, Jett.”
I gripped the back of my neck as I took a deep breath of frustration. Frustration for not being able to be the one who brought my girl to orgasm. My erection from just hearing her breath pressed against the zipper of my pants and I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable.
I pressed the intercom to my driver and said, “Drive around until I’m ready to go back to the club.”
Thankfully the limo I was in was completely closed off from the public and my driver. I unclasped my belt and pulled down my pants until my erection sprang free.
“Please tell me that was your zipper that I just heard.”
“Do you have something you have to say to me?” I asked as I started stroking myself. My head fell back as images of Goldie ran through my mind.
“I’m so fucking here to submit to you, Jett. God, I want you so bad.”
“Tell me, little one. Are you naked?”
“I am.”
“How do the sheets feel against your gorgeous naked body?”
“Not as good as your hands would feel.”
“Where would you want me to touch you?”
Her breathing hitched as she said, “I would want you to play with my nipples. I swear if nipples could have blue balls, mine would have the biggest blue balls known to man. They’re just begging for your touch, for your fingers to roll them and then for your mouth to claim them.”
A tingling sensation shot up my spine from her words.
“If I was there, I would not only claim your nipples but I would bite them until you moaned my name, then my mouth would travel down your stomach until I hovered right above your pussy. From there, I would tease you with little flicks of my tongue until you were sopping wet. Tell me, little one, how wet are you now?”
Her voice was strained as she said, “So unbelievably wet.”
“Where are your fingers, little one? Are they inside, buried deep or are they just teasing that little nub of yours?”
“Teasing.”
My strokes started to pick up, envisioning her just stroking herself but never going deep enough, like I do.
“I want you to bury your fingers inside you like I would. I want to hear you moan from the pressure you put on your clit while you finger yourself.”
“I don’t know how…” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, you do, little one. Just stick two of those beautiful fingers inside you and press down on your clit with your thumb. Do this for me, little one. Please me.”
“There’s nothing I want more,” she said as she moaned out my name.
My cock twitched in my hand from the little mews coming through the phone.
“Oh…God.” She panted. “Oh fuck, Jett…”
“Are you going to come?” I asked as my release neared.
“Yes, please, may I come?”
“Pull your hand away,” I demanded, trying to stretch out my orgasm.
“What?!”
“You heard me, pull away.”
A strangled cry escaped her mouth, indicating her displeasure with my command.
“Tell me, little one, what kind of sensations are rolling around in you right now? If you do a good job describing them to me, I will let you come.”
“I’m numb.” She breathed out. “My clit is throbbing uncontrollably as my legs tingle with passion. Passion that you gave me, that you made me feel. There is a fire that built up in the pit of my stomach and if I don’t come soon I think I might combust. Fuck, if I was a guy, my erection would win a goddamn prize at a county fair. My lady balls are in your hand, Jett, please let me come.”
I didn’t hesitate because I could feel my balls tighten and my impending release start to come forth as I squeezed the tip of my cock. “You may come, little one.”
“Thank fuccccck,” she drawled out as her breathing picked up and unintelligible moans flew out of her mouth.
Hearing her come over the phone was my undoing. I leaned over and pumped my hand up and down until every last drop was out of me.
“Holy cock and balls, that was amazing,” Goldie said over the phone, making me laugh.
“It could have been better,” I breathed out.
“Well, I’ll take phone sex Jett over no sex Jett right now any day. Thank you for lending your pussy to me. I hope it had a good time.”
I laughed. “Don’t make a habit of it. I’m not very good at sharing.”
“Sharing is caring, Jethro.”
“Jethro?”
“Not your full name?”
I laughed again. “No, it’s just Jett.”
“Well, that’s boring. Are you sure it’s not Jethro or maybe Jettispher or Jettonathan.”
“You nailed it on the head, Jettonathan is my real name. How did you ever guess?” I said sarcastically.
“I’m just that good,” she said in the phone with arrogance.
I told the driver to head back to the club and then sighed as I looked out the window.
“I miss you, littl
e one.”
“I miss you more, Jettonathan.”
“Let me guess, that’s going to stick?”
“Yeah, you’re totally fucked. Sorry.”
Chapter Thirty Five
“Come with Me Now”
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A loud knocking sounded at my door followed by Kace popping into my room unexpectedly. It felt like déjà vu and as I wiped sleep from my eyes, I could have sworn I was back at the Lafayette Club, late for a practice until I saw the small room that I occupied.
“What the hell?” I said as I tried to make out Kace’s body.
“Are you seriously just waking up right now?”
“Are you seriously barging in my room…again? For the love of God, get a hobby.”
“It’s noon and you’re not answering your phone.”
“It’s noon?” I asked while looking around. “God, that phone sex must have really taken it out of me.”
Kace’s jaw tightened and that’s when I saw the white bandaging that was wrapped around his arm.
My hand flew over my mouth as I stumbled out of bed, he caught me but winced from having to use his arm. Thankfully I got dressed after my little phone convo with Jett or else Kace would have had a handful of naked breasts right now.
“God, I’m sorry.” I straightened up. “Are you okay?” I asked while eyeing his bandage.
“Just a scratch. How come you’re not answering your phone?”
“Uh, just a scratch? A fucking bullet went through your skin.”
“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” Kace ignored me…like usual.
I threw my hands up in frustration and went to my phone.
“It’s dead. I guess I didn’t plug it in last night.” I grabbed the cord and plugged the damn thing in. “Why? Do you have a secret you have to tell me? Did you finally lose your virginity last night and you want to talk about it?”
“Cute,” Kace said while blowing out a long breath. “Jett was just trying to—”
Kace was interrupted by Lyla, my old roommate flying through my door. Ever since I’ve been staying with Diego, I’ve been able to visit her more often. She was out with us the other night when everything went down at the bar but the dumb bitch hooked up with someone and left early.