Licking my lips, I grabbed his cock with my hands, and guided it to my mouth. Jett took a deep breath and then relaxed in his stance, preparing for what I was about to do to him.
There were many things I enjoyed about the “new” Jett, and one of them was the fact that he relinquished control a little more, allowing me to do what I wanted, when I wanted…with some exceptions. There were times where, if I muttered a word he let me know about it, but right now, he was more relaxed, more open, and I was going to take advantage of it.
I wrapped my lips around his length and reveled in the feel of him. So hard…for me.
His fingers dug into my scalp and entwined with my hair, helping my motions by pulling and tugging ever so slightly. The feel of him still trying to direct me should have made me mad, but it only turned me on more.
One of my hands sat at the base of his penis, while the other started to massage his balls. A low moan escaped his throat as I continued to work his heated length.
In and out, it was almost like a dance I was conducting, pulling him and tugging while carefully running my tongue along the underside of his cock. It was so easy, so carefree to want to please this man, to want to make him burst in ecstasy.
“Fuck…” he drawled out, now starting to thrust his hips in my mouth.
He was at an impossible length, almost too much for me. I held back my need to gag at how far I’d started to take him, and instead, relished the feel of him riding my mouth.
His hand gripped tighter in my hair, needing me to give him an orgasm, so with a light tug on his balls and a sharp suck of my mouth, he threw his head back and reared into my mouth, all the while calling out my name.
I felt him come, use me as a mechanism of pleasure, until he was completely sated.
Slowly, he pulled out of my mouth, still breathing heavily with a look of absolute pleasure crossing his gorgeous face.
Satisfied, I sat back on his bed and smiled up at him, taking in the reaction I was able to garner from him.
Without a word, Jett leaned over and placed his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down on the mattress. He stared into my eyes, searching them for something I didn’t know. His eyes glistened in the dark room, making me fall in love with the man all over again.
“You make me so incredibly happy,” he said softly, before claiming my lips with his.
When he pulled away, I asked, “Because I give good head?”
“No, because when I look in your eyes, I see true adoration for me. No one has ever looked at me the way you do, Goldie. I’ve never experienced what love was like, I never knew what it felt like to be unconditionally loved by anyone until you came along. You love me and being loved by you, and only you, is, by far, the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. Your love is something I will never give up again, no matter what the circumstances are. I refuse to lose this feeling.
Tears threatened to spill over my eyes as I took in his words.
Never did I think the mysterious man who’d dropped off the black and purple card was going to end up being the one I held closest to my heart. I was looking for a way to survive, an olive branch, and what I found was a heart that matched mine, a soul to forever make me warm.
“I love you, Jett. I will never stop loving you.”
While looking down at me, he caressed my face with his thumbs and said, “Shall we call it a night? Or do I need to ravish you one more time?”
Laughing, I replied, “I think if you ravish me one more time, there will be nothing left to ravish.”
“Have I been taking it too hard on you?” he asked with concern.
“No,” I smiled and caressed his speckled jaw. “But I might be a little sore after what happened in the Bourbon Room.”
“Don’t mouth off and you won’t be sore,” he quipped.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
“Maneater,” he teased.
“Tyrant,” I teased back.
With a growl, he scooped me up and brought me to the head of the bed, where he tried to put me under the covers, but I clung to him instead like a spider monkey, not letting him drop me down.
“It’s going to be hard to sleep like this,” he joked.
“Yeah, about that, I’m not sleeping here.”
“Excuse me?” he asked, slightly offended. “Are you saying you would rather sleep away from me?”
“No, drama queen,” I joked. “But I’m not sleeping in this jail cell of a room you have. I mean, honestly, Jett, no wonder you’re always in a bad mood…look at this place. There’s no color, no brightness; it’s just a cold room with some meaningless objects in it. I mean, fuck, you have a cow tongue in here. I’m kind of embarrassed for you.”
“Embarrassed?” he asked, more intrigued now.
“Yes, embarrassed. You hold yourself to such high standards, and then you go and have a room like this? Eck, gross. Thank God you never brought women here; they would have run for their damn lives.” Lowering my voice I looked around and added, “It looks like a fucking psychopath’s room.”
Jett threw his head back and laughed at my assessment.
“It does not look like a psychopath’s room.”
“The hell it doesn’t,” I stated boldly. “No personal items, everything has its proper place. Uh, yeah, you’re a fucking psychopath.”
“Yeah, and you just sucked this psychopath’s dick, so what does that say about you?”
Thinking about it for a second, I said, “Never said I was perfect, plus, I felt pity for you.”
“Bullshit,” he chuckled, and pulled away from the bed. “So, if you don’t want to sleep here, then where do you plan on sleeping? Don’t say Diego’s place, because I don’t think I can sleep in that bed one more night. I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping on such piss.”
“You’re such a snob.”
“A snob whose cock you can’t get enough of.”
Rolling my eyes, I pointed to his door, and said, “Take me to my old room. I refuse to stay in this place one more second.”
“Pretty sure I’m the one in charge here. If I say we’re staying in this room, then we’re staying,” he said in that beautiful voice of his.
“Oh, yeah, well…” well what? What did I have on him? “Well…I have a pussy!” I shouted.
Laughing, Jett picked me up and started walking us toward the back stairs to take us to my room. “That you do, Little One, and you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”
“So romantic,” I cooed.
We were almost to my room when there was a slam of a door and stomping feet coming in our direction. I looked up from Jett’s face and saw Kace storming toward us. He stopped in his tracks when he saw half-naked Jett and me in a robe in the same hallway as him.
“Get out of my way,” he stated gruffly.
Jett obliged for some reason, probably because he wanted to get me back in bed, but I wasn’t about to let Kace storm off; I was too damn nosy.
“Wait,” I called, as I struggled to get out of Jett’s grasp. “What’s going on?”
I was now rotating my body, so Jett was forced to hold me by my stomach rather than my back. I took the moment to prop my chin in my hands and kick my legs up.
“Trouble in paradise?” I teased, knowing full well Lyla was giving the man a run for his money.
“Drop it,” Kace said sharply.
“Oh come on, Kace. Sharing is caring.”
Kace turned around, looked up at Jett, and said, “Take care of your woman and get her off my back.”
“Hey!” I shouted, completely offended, as Kace walked away and Jett walked toward my bedroom. “I don’t need taking care of; I can handle my own! Come back here; I dare ya!”
“Easy, killer,” Jett said, as he closed the door to my bedroom and walked me over to the bed that held so many memories for me. “Let him do his thing.”
“He’s handling Lyla all wrong.”
“That’s his business, not yours.” I was about to fire back a response when he stopped me with his fingers to his lips. When he was satisfied with me not opening my mouth, he went to work on my robe again, and said, “Tonight is about you and me, no one else. Do not bring him into this bedroom with us. Got it?”