Her eyes adjusted to the light and then she looked up at me. Shock registered across her face as she took in all my features. Her hands lifted to my face and caressed my cheeks.
“You’re not ugly at all. Fuck, you’re hot as hell.”
I chuckled at her announcement. I was gifted with some good bone structure, deep blue eyes and a head full of dark blonde hair that was buzzed on the sides and slicked to the side on top. I worked out just as much as Kace, so I was sporting a good body as well. I thought it was only fair to keep up on my physique if I made the girls do the same.
Her hands ran down my bare chest as she explored the contours of my body.
“Now I feel intimidated. Look at you! I wasn’t as nervous when I didn’t know you looked like a male model that every girl would want to fuck. Jesus.”
I lifted her up and placed her on the table. I stroked her cheek and made her look me in the eyes.
“Listen to me carefully. I picked you for a reason and one of those reasons was the way my body reacted to you the moment I saw you. You are perfect in so many ways, from your body to your strength to your feisty mouth. I will take it slow with you, but I will not allow you to walk out of here when I want you so bad, unless you say your safe word. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now lean back and put your legs back on the shelves.”
She did as she was told and gave me an amazing view of her pussy again. I went right to business as one hand unclasped her bra in the front, freeing her gorgeous breasts. My cock jolted forward, begging for release.
I ran my hand over her little pink nipple and rolled it between my fingers.
“Ohhh…” she moaned, as if she had never been touched before.
I took my free hand and ran it along her slick folds and couldn’t help it, I plunged inside of her, sending her body arching off the table. I pressed down on her chest to keep her from moving.
“You’re so tight; you feel so good.”
I pushed my fingers in deeper and placed my thumb on her clit.
I held my fingers in place and didn’t move. “Now, little one, usually I like to have music playing while we play, but tonight, I wanted to hear your cries of pleasure for the first time as my music. So let me hear you. I want you to show me how well I please you, but I only want sincerity. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head as she squirmed some more, trying to make my hand move in and out of her.
Giving her what she wanted, what she craved, I moved my fingers inside of her with my classic scooping motion that touched her g-spot in exactly the right area. I could tell because the moment I hit her, a scream of ecstasy escaped her mouth as her chest lifted off the table.
I continued to dig inside of her and press down on her clit at the same time as I stroked her nipple. I was playing her like an instrument and making her scream, the most glorious sound I have ever heard.
“Oh God, please, please…” she pleaded. “Release me Jett, please.”
I picked up the pace, sending my hand into a frenzy with her pussy as I dug deeper. With every thrust, she cried out louder and louder until her entire body shook in euphoric shudders. Her hands were covering her eyes as she screamed and then finally settled on the table. I was tempted to lower myself and play with her pussy with my tongue, but knew I just gave her a beyond huge orgasm that would sedate her completely, and I was right.
When I removed myself from her, she was spent on the table. I picked her up and brought her over to the sofas, where I held her on top of my lap. Why I continued to hold her, I didn’t know and I didn’t want to look into it; I just wanted to make sure my little one was okay.
She rested her head against my chest as I took in the sweet smell of her soft, silky hair.
“How are you feeling?” I murmured.
“Mmm.”
“I take that as good,” I chuckled.
“Thank you, Jett.”
“You don’t have to thank…”
She lifted her head and put her finger over my mouth. “No, thank you for everything. You saved me and I owe you everything.”
“You owe me nothing, little one.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I owe you absolutely everything. I know I can’t give you much, but what I can give you is my body.”
“I don’t want your body the way you are offering it. I want everything to be consensual between us. I don’t want you to think you can pay me back with your body because, if that’s the case, I can’t have you up here in the Bourbon Room. This room is for me to pleasure you. It pleases me, watching you come apart on my fingers, it will pleasure me to see you scream my name when I have you chained to the bed, writhing in ecstasy, and it will pleasure me the first time I get to taste you. Your body is not for my pleasure. Your body is for your pleasure.”
She nodded in understanding and then rubbed her face against my bare chest.
Fuck, what was I doing? This was not normal protocol. Carefully, I set her on the couch and stood up in front of her.
“Good luck tonight, Lo. I’ll tell Kace you’re ready to be on the stage. You’ve earned it.”
Her eyes lit up with excitement and, before I could stop her, she jumped into my arms and hugged me. Her warm embrace captivated me to the point that I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. I was royally and utterly screwed.
“Just remember, I am the only man in your life. No one else”
“I don’t need anyone else.”
Chapter Twenty Three
“Dust to Dust”
Goldie/Lo
The smell of freshly-brewed coffee drifted through the air, as I started to wake from the sex-induced coma I was in from last night. I only had one orgasm, but fuck if it wasn’t the best orgasm of my life…and the man only used his damn fingers.
With my eyes still closed, I thought about my night. Jett was beyond sexy. He was tall and built, but not like Kace. Where Kace was bulky and defined, Jett was muscular and cut in all the right places. His hair was perfect for his swagger, full on the top and swept to the side with the sides of his head buzzed. His eyes were a perfect deep blue and he had just the right amount of facial hair gracing his strong jaw. Hell, he was perfection and then, add his voice on top of it all, and he was killing it for all other men.
Then, when he touched me and spoke to me with calming but firm words, he put me over the edge in no time at all. My first session with him was going to stick in my mind for a very long time; you didn’t get over an experience like that very quickly. I had a sex hangover and it was the best hangover of my damn life.
I peeked my eye open and saw a fresh bouquet of flowers on my nightstand and a card. I sat up and opened the card immediately, knowing it was from Jett.
Lo,
These flowers can’t even compare to the beauty you showed on stage last night. I knew I was right when I said you could become a Jett Girl one day. You pleased me multiple times last night and I look forward to our future sessions in the Bourbon Room together as well as seeing you on stage. You are beauty at its finest.
-Jett
Eeep! God, my heart was fluttering like a teenage girl’s reading a note from her first crush.
“He doesn’t do relationships,” came a deep voice.
“Fucking hell!” I screamed, as I flew back on my bed from Kace’s voice breaking the silence in my room and scaring the ever-living piss out of me.
I covered myself and looked up and, sure as shit, there he was, sitting in my chair with a cup of coffee and a leg crossed over his knee, watching me sleep like a fucking psycho.
“What are you doing in here?”