His threat hit me hard, because there was no way in hell I wanted him to leave, so I raised my hands above my head and waited for his next command.
Trailing both his hands to the front of my dress, he moved the panels that were covering my breasts to the side and stared at my naked skin. He bit down on his lip right before diving forward and taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His teeth nipped at my nipple as his hand squeezed relentlessly at my other breast.
Fuck, I was coming undone. Just from his touch, from the way he moved his mouth over me. He captured my soul with one touch; there was no turning back from him.
When I thought I couldn’t take the torture anymore, he moved his head away from me and pushed back. Emptiness consumed me at his distance, but then I saw what he was doing and a burning need took over the core of my body.
His hands moved to the waist of his pants and slowly undid them, pulling out his erection. My mouth watered at the sight of him. It had been way too long since I’d been with Jett, since I’d experienced the mystifying feeling only he could bestow upon me.
I watched as he erotically stroked himself while biting down on his bottom lip, eye fucking me almost to orgasm. Instead of begging, like I normally would, I kept my arms in place and waited patiently for what he was going to offer. I pushed back the thought of how long I’d been away from Rex and how, at any moment, someone could walk in on us, because when I was with Jett, I couldn’t think about anything else but the man standing in front of me.
Coming closer, he grabbed the slit of my dress and pushed it to the side, so I was exposed to him. With his spare hand, he spread my legs even wider, and then guided himself into me. I was wet, beyond ready for him. He slid in easily and was pleased with exactly how ready I was for him. It wasn’t hard to be wet; just from the sight of him in a tuxedo, I could take him easily.
“Fuck,” he muttered in my ear, as he started to move in and out of me. “I’ve missed you,” he said gently, as he started moving his hips. He grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his waist, making his task of pushing his hips into me a little easier.
The pain in his voice slashed my soul. I hated bringing such a powerful man to his knees, knowing I had such an effect on him. Jett was my rock, the one person who saved me, so to see him weak and full of anguish had my heart breaking.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I whispered back, lightly grazing my lips on his cheek.
With a groan, he started thrusting into me frantically, making a light sheen of sweat appear on our skin.
A mixture of emotions ran through me as Jett continuously worked in and out of my core until I couldn’t hold back any longer. From the pit of my stomach, a moan escaped me, just as I was taken over the edge. My body convulsed and clamped around him, causing him to find his own release.
He continued to pump into me until we both ran the course of our temporary euphoria.
With regret in his eyes, he pulled away from me and lowered my dress. He zipped himself back up, righted his clothes, and then turned to me. His gentle hands straightened out my dress, so my breasts were no longer hanging out and my dress fell across my body like it was supposed to. Once I was all in place, he stepped away and straightened his tie with a look of displeasure on his face.
He stepped away without a word and headed toward the door, giving off a rather cold exterior.
“Jett…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.
“Don’t, Goldie.”
His back was turned toward me, and in the dimly lit room, I could still see the tension that rested on him…the distress I was putting him through.
“I’ll be back,” I choked out, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me.
“You never should have left,” he said before leaving the room, dragging my heart behind him.
Why couldn’t he understand my urge to take matters into my own hands? To find a solution for the problem we were living in? I wanted to be with him; it was evident in the way I reacted to just seeing him across the room. How come he couldn’t understand that?
Taking a calming breath, I gathered myself before I walked back out into the main room. Thankfully, the women’s bathroom line was still a nightmare, so if Rex questioned me, I had evidence that there was an abundant amount of pee-ers amongst us.
Scanning the room, I immediately saw Jett walk up to the kiwi and place his hand on her lower back. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, as if they were sharing a secret look. The urge to plaster my heel through her skull crossed my mind, but I refrained from causing a bloody scene and sought out the man who’d accompanied me tonight.
In the corner of the ballroom, Rex and Leo were still talking, hunched over, but where Rex looked complacent, Leo looked outraged. His body language read stiff and his hand motions were less than happy. Rex was more casual, with his hands in his pockets, as if he owned the world.
Knowing I needed to at least show my face to him, I started walking their way. He caught my approach and straightened up, cutting Leo off by buttoning up his jacket and walking toward me, leaving Leo in his wake.
“Get lost?” he asked, as he looked me up and down, probably trying to see if there was a hair out of place.
“Long line, almost sprinted to the kitchen to pee in the sink,” I grinned, making him cringe.
“Where’s your class?” he muttered, as he pulled me by the elbow toward the bar.
“Think I left it in my other clutch,” I mumbled, as he guided me across the room, introducing me to more geezers and debutantes.
Like a robot, I shook their hands, charmed them, and then went to the next, all the while thinking about the back room and what Jett just did to me.
Tomorrow, I was going to find a way to bust Rex, because spending another minute away from Jett was slowly eating away at me; I needed this to be over; I needed to be in his arms again.
15
“Yellow”
Goldie
“That’s it, girls, just like that,” I called out, as they moved in unison to the music coming through the main room’s speakers.
Once again, the girls were naked and slowly moving, snapping to each crack and pop of the music. Rex picked the music, which, can I just say is fucking atrocious? Might as well be dancing to Lambchops Play Along, that would be more entertaining than the dreadful show tune Rex picked.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked a musical, but naked women bouncing their tits to the beat of Seventy-Six Trombones was less than sexy, more comical.
Alright, it wasn’t Seventy-Six Trombones, but it still had a trumpet in it, and trumpets come off more as nerd bomb material rather than, “Hey, check out my pussy from below.”
Being pressed up against the wall by Jett last night still replayed over and over in my head. I was a little sore, which only became a constant reminder of what we did. It was stupid, because if Rex wasn’t so engrossed with his little spat he was having with Leo, we could have easily been caught. But, for the life of me, I can’t be sorry for what we did, because it just reminded me why I was going through this creepy sex ring hell. I was doing this because, in the long run, I wanted to be the one Jett brought to events; I wanted to be the one he woke up to in the morning and the one he wrapped his arms around at night.
The music cut out and I looked over at the controls behind the bar. Blane and Rex stood together, looking sexy as hell. Even though Rex was a tyrant with some creepy fetishes and hoarding tendencies, he was still handsome and sinister. He was that man you couldn’t take your eyes off of because you wanted to know what he was thinking behind those dark brows. Then there was Blane, blond and beautifully handsome…Blane with enough muscles to make up for all the other members in the club.
“Uh, are we done?” I asked, cutting the silence in the room.
“I need to speak with Mercy,” Rex said.