His chest heaved as he continued to look at me as the song took over my body. There was no stopping me.
Finally, as if my body couldn’t take it anymore, he moved his hands so they caressed my sides. I could see it in his glazed-over eyes that he had lost his tightly-wound control and the fact that I was able to take down such a strong man like Kace, drove me to push him even further. I started lifting my ass, imitating the act of sex; now if only there weren’t two strips of fabric between us.
His hands caressed the underside of my bra-clad breasts and then fell underneath the string on my thong and gripped my ass. One more fucking squeeze from his hands and I was done. I felt my legs start to tingle as my center started to constrict. Another moan escaped my mouth as my head fell back in pleasure.
“Fucking Christ,” Kace murmured as his pelvis thrust in the air and he bit down on his bottom lip.
Just as I was about to scream bloody murder from an all-consuming dry humping, Kace’s phone went off and just like an ice cold bucket of water poured over us, Kace shot up and out of the chair and grabbed for his phone in his pocket…erection still poking through his pants. There was a little wet spot on his pants and I didn’t know who it was from, but fuck it was hot.
He looked down at his phone while he ran his hand through his hair. As if he read the president had been murdered, he brought the phone closer to his eyes for a better read and then looked at me with surprise in his eyes.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, as my legs clenched, needing sweet release.
“You have been beckoned to the Bourbon Room.”
***
To say I was fucking nervous was the understatement of the century. Kace showed me where to go and said to expect a card with directions on a table and to do exactly as it said.
When I reached the third floor, I turned to the left like I was told and opened the black door to the Bourbon Room. As I opened the door, I was surrounded by the familiar décor of the Toulouse Room. Deep purple walls, black carpet, black molding, chrome handles and lots nude pictures of women. What stood out differently from the Toulouse Room was all the contraptions scattered around the space. It looked like he did gymnastics in the room.
In the far back, was a giant four poster bed that had deep purple bedding that looked beyond luscious to sleep in. To the right, there was some kind of balance beam and chaise lounge that was framed in a wave-like motion. I had seen one of those kinds of chairs before, but couldn’t remember the name. To the left was a stripper pole, classic, a sitting area with blankets and a dresser with multiple drawers. In the middle, there was a black table with a card on it and a table-looking contraption that looked like something you would find at the gynecologist, but this one was upholstered and actually looked like it might be a good time. Below it, there were drawers and buttons that frankly scared me from not knowing what they did.
I went to the card and opened it to see how Jett wanted me, something Kace warned me about. He seemed concerned and disappointed when I took off for the third floor, but I couldn’t think about that now.
The card read…
Lo,
Thank you for coming up to the Bourbon Room. These notes will never be this formal again, but since this is your first time, I thought I would take it easy on you. Please make yourself comfortable on the cushioned table to your left. Keep your bra and panties on, but you can take off your heels. There is a blindfold to the side of the table. I will not come in the room until you have that around your beautiful blue eyes. Once you do, I will be in shortly.
-Jett
Anticipated excitement rolled through my body as I went over to the table, found the blindfold and put it securely around my face. Yes, I thought it was odd I had to be blindfolded, but at this point, I didn’t care. I needed him…badly. I had some pent-up pussy frustration that begged to be released and I planned on releasing it tonight.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Untouched”
Jett
I knew Goldie was in the Bourbon Room, but before I went over there, I had to calm the rage that was boiling through my body first.
What the hell was Kace doing? I was working on my computer, looking over some property contracts when I turned and saw Kace gripping Goldie as she grinded against him. The only way I knew how to stop it was to have him send her up here. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm and I couldn’t have her first orgasm in my house be with another man. Kace was way out of line and he would be hearing about it later, but first, I had to take care of Goldie.
She was a sexual creature and it had been way too long for her. She needed to be touched; she needed to release all of her sexual frustration that was building up in her body, making her act out like she did today.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the room and opened the door. Goldie was sitting on the table, twisting her hands on her lap and listening to every move I made. As I closed the door, her ears picked up and she looked toward me.
Her body was perfect. All the Jett Girls had amazing bodies, but there was something about Goldie that made her different. Her curves were more plentiful than the other girls, but she had an incredibly petite body, making her look like sex on a stick.
“Hello,” I said, as I stood in front of her.
“Hi,” she responded nervously. It was adorable. Fuck, I was in for it.
Her honey-colored hair was wild like normal and fell past her shoulders, framing her breasts perfectly. Her pink lips itched to be touched and I wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She was mouth-watering good and I was about to devour her.
“I’m Jett.” I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.
She smiled and said, “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but…I kind of can’t see you.”
“That’s okay.”
“Is it? Because from where I’m sitting, it seems like you don’t want me to see you because you have some kind of deformity.”
I chuckled to myself. “Is that what you really think?”
“Well, prove me wrong.”
“Not tonight.”
She sighed and then said, “Has anyone ever told you, you have the sexiest fucking voice ever?”
Shaking my head and laughing at her non-existent filter, I responded, “No, I have never been told that, but thank you.”
“Well shit, that surprises me, because the first time you talked at Kitten’s Castle, I assume that was you, I nearly creamed my pants listening to you order a bourbon. That was you, right? Of course it was and that was you at Jackson Square too, wasn’t it? I could tell because your voice is so distinct…”
I just stood there and listened to her ramble on about my voice. Normally, I didn’t let any girl talk this much, but I couldn’t help it; she was entertaining. I was constantly wondering what she was going to say next.
“…and that’s why they call them beignets. Weird, right? I don’t know how I got on that whole rant, but it is interesting. Ugh, you probably hate me right now. When I get nervous, I just start talking. I hate awkward silences. I would rather tell you my height and weight before there is silence between us.” She paused for a second and then said, “Umm…my height is…”
“You can stop now,” I said calmly.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
I stood even closer and was about to ask her a question when she said, “God, you smell like heaven. I think I could just smell you and have an orgasm. I heard you have a huge cock.” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head as I threw my head back and silently laughed. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. Shit.”
“Lo, do I have permission to touch you?”