Текст книги "Forever a Jett Girl "

Автор книги: Meghan Quinn

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Sincerely, I moved a stray wisp of hair out of her face and let my fingers caress her soft cheek as I said, “Since the minute you walked into my life; I’ve just been too damn afraid to admit it.”

Carefully, I placed my hand on her hip and pulled her in a little closer, forcing her to unfold her legs and stretch them out so she couldn’t use them as a barrier between us. The quick intake of air from her made me realize she wasn’t quite expecting my intimate touch, but she wasn’t protesting either.

“Is this okay?” I asked, making sure she was comfortable.

“I guess so,” she responded, while trying to study me. “Do you really mean the things you say? Or are you just trying to win me back so you can go all dominant on me again?”

“Why do you say that with a negative tone?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Because you like controlling my life.”

Disappointment ran through me, as I saw for the first time how she truly saw me as a person. She didn’t see me as a protector or someone who truly cared about her soul. No, she saw me as a controlling man, who wanted nothing more than to tell her what do in her life.

“I see,” I nodded, while I refrained from getting out of the bed and putting my clothes back on. If I wanted Goldie in my life, then I was going to have to fight for her, in every aspect of our lives.

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes, Little One. I’m afraid you are. I don’t want to control your life; I want to protect you, to take care of you, to erase any worry that might come across that beautiful face of yours.”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“Why? Do you not believe me?” I asked, while slightly running my thumb up and down on the side of her hip.

“I do, that’s the problem. I’m still mad at you, remember?” she scrunched her nose all cute like, making the need to kiss her that much stronger.

Clearing my throat, I nodded and asked, “Then, what do you want to talk about, Little One?”

She pondered my question before answering. “Tell me about Kace as a kid. Was he a trouble maker?”

I didn’t think I could be caught more off guard. Out of all the questions she could ask me, I didn’t think she would ask about Kace. I didn’t like it one bit, her wanting to know more about Kace. She was supposed to want to learn about me, not the man who was stiff competition for Goldie’s heart.

“Didn’t think you were going to ask about Kace,” I responded, trying not to sound sour.

“Why not? The man is so mysterious, so hot. If he was a main character in a book, I would want to know all about him. He’s always brooding and umm, hello, he’s an ex-boxer; if that doesn’t scream panty pudding, then I don’t know what does. I want to know everything about the man, what makes him tick. So, tell me, what was he like as a kid?”

Goldie’s eyes lit up as she spoke of Kace, making me that much more jealous.

Trying not to blow up, I shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable. This was not the way I’d envisioned my night.

“Well…”

I was about to tell her Kace was an ass most of his life, until she threw her head back and laughed, making the most amazingly beautiful sound slip from her lips. I watched as the column of her neck moved up and down with her laughter, enticing me to run my tongue along it, to take what I’ve wanted since the first moment I met her.

She was so fucking mine.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked, enjoying her laugh too much.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, tears of laughter, and said, “Oh, my God, you should have seen the look on your face.” With a scrunched up face and a deep southern voice, she said, “I’m Jett Colby and I’m mad because the girl I like wants to talk about another man.” She threw her head back and laughed some more, hopefully more at her terrible impression of me than at my expense. A man could only hope.

“Oh, you’re too easy,” she said, waving her hand in front of her face. “If I knew life was going to be this much fun dating a dominant man, I would have dated one a while ago. You can fuck around with them so easily.”

Damn was she right. One thing that didn’t go my way, and I was ready to have a coronary over it.

Pulling her in closer, I rested my forehead on hers and lined our bodies up properly while I stared into her eyes.

“Does that mean we’re dating?” I asked, while moving my hand to her back and lightly stroking her bare skin. I felt her breathing grow heavier with every stroke, making me an extremely satisfied man.

“Umm, maybe,” she said, while licking her lips and looking at mine.

Temptress, but hell if I was going to make the first move.

“Do you know why it’s so much fun dating someone like you?”

“Why?” she asked, pulling her eyes away from my lips for a brief moment in time.

“Because, with one touch, you’re putty in my hands. I don’t have to do much, just a light graze or a soft whisper in your ear,” I said, while leaning forward, brushing my lips against her ear lobe.

“You really think it’s that easy?” she said, while her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace.

Stroking her cheek with my thumb, I answered, “Little One, I know it’s that easy.”

Just as I leaned forward, letting her know I would love to take her lips, I pulled away, causing her to groan out loud from my abandoned position.

“You’re a tease,” she complained, as she pushed my chest, trying to put distance between us, but I didn’t allow for it. No, I just pulled her in closer.

“If I’m a tease, then that means you wanted what I was offering. If that’s the case, Little One, all you have to do is ask.”

“Nice try, Jett. You’re not going to get into my pants that easily.”

I just nodded as I allowed my thumb to graze her bare skin, causing all kinds of emotions to run through her expressive eyes. Her body was heated and pouring into mine, making my job of not making the first move that much harder, but I was a man of my word. Even though she slowly moved closer to me, inch by little inch, I kept my mental distance and decided to focus on getting to know Goldie, on letting her get to know me.

Continuing to touch her in every way possible, I asked her, “So what do you want to know about me? I’m an open book, ask away.”

“Anything?” Her eyes lit up and I could see the inner cogs of her mind working, trying to come up with some of the juiciest and invasive questions to ask me.

“Easy now, I can see your mind is up to no good. Take it easy on me, Goldie, I’m new at this sharing thing.”

“Alright,” she smiled softly at me while pressing her hand to my cheek, a gesture that fucking melted me right into her damn palm. “Tell me about your mom.”

Fuck, she wasn’t going to take it easy at all. It was time to man up.

“My mom was a beautiful woman, who was dealt a bad hand in life. She fell in love with my father, unfortunately, and was manipulated by him until my father got what he wanted, a son to pass his enterprise onto. After I was born, my dad decided he didn’t need my mom anymore, divorced her, and proved her to be unstable, so my dad gained custody of me. I was torn away from her right after birth and raised by Miss Mary.”

“Oh, my God,” Goldie said in but a whisper. “I can’t imagine having my baby taken away from me like that. Your poor mother. Did she at least get a good settlement?”

“No,” I shook my head. “She was left with nothing and had to fend for herself; she wound up trying to make a living on Bourbon Street, but wasn’t too successful. She wound up with AIDS and died right after I was able to escape my father’s wrath. She spent her last days with me in the Lafayette Club, enjoying the sunshine and my company.”

A small tear rolled down Goldie’s cheek as she looked at me with sincerity.

“That is so sad.”

I wiped the tear from her cheek and agreed with her. “It is; that’s why I created the Lafayette Club, to seek justice for women like my mother, to give them a second chance. I like to think I brought some honor to her.”

“You have,” Goldie agreed. “So, Miss Mary would help you see your mom when your dad was gone? Were you able to give her money?”

“No, my dad kept a tight hold on the money I earned, said I would appreciate it when I was older. So, instead, I would take my mom food and anything she could possibly pawn without my dad noticing. It helped a little, but she still lived in a freezing cold apartment and went hungry most nights.” I took a second to breathe as a tight ball formed in my throat. I couldn’t think about my mom this much; the thought of her suffering while I was provided for still gutted me to this day.

“Why would your dad do something like that?”

“Because he’s heartless. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself and the power of controlling what’s important to him. I told you he was a bad man, Goldie, do you understand now?”

“I do,” she said softly.

“He taught me how to be ruthless, how to take advantage of those weaker than me, and he taught me how to turn my heart into a cold abyss of darkness. Emotions are not my thing. I’m not very good at expressing myself or accepting compliments. I have a hard time relating to people and can be just as ruthless sometimes when it’s something I want.”

My thumb ran up her side to her face, where I slowly stroked her bottom lip. “I want to give you everything you want, Goldie. I want to please you, to protect you, but I know there are aspects about me that are rougher around the edges than others. You deserve more than me, your heart deserves to be paired with one that is full and bright, one that matches yours, not a cold black heart like mine.”

“But, it’s not black, Jett,” she replied, while her small hand pressed against my chest, right above my heart. “You think it’s black, but it’s the furthest thing from it. You might have a hard time expressing yourself, but you do a damn fine job expressing who you are through your actions. You’ve proven to be a rescuer…an angel to me and the girls and even Diego. You save people, Jett. As much as you want to deny it, you are full of love, you’re a hero…”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m not a hero, I’m just…” my words fell short at Goldie’s lips on mine.

Her hands encased my face as her body slowly moved on top of mine and her lips gently nipped at mine.

There was only so much a man could take before he snapped, and having Goldie’s small body on top of mine was my snapping point.

Instinctively, my hands found her hips where her shirt had risen from her movements, giving me a great expanse of skin to press my hands against. She was so soft…delicate but hard at the same time. She didn’t take crap from anyone, especially me. She was a stark contradiction of soft and hard, something I loved about her.

She wiggled on top of me just enough so our bodies were directly in line with each other and her hands never left my face as she deepened our kiss. Every instinct in my body wanted to push her off of me and into the mattress, to take over the intimate moment, but I held back, I allowed her to control the situation, something that was entirely new to me, but worth it if it meant I had my Little One in my arms.

Sadly, she pulled away and stared down at me, her eyes searching mine for some kind of indication of what just happened, what she was doing on top of me. The moment she realized what she was doing, she quickly tried to retreat, but I stopped her, I couldn’t help it, I wanted to have her warmth spread across me for a few moments longer.

“Please, don’t go,” I asked. “You don’t have to kiss me, but please just let me feel your skin on mine for a moment longer.”

With understanding, she nodded and rested her head on my chest, while her fingers lightly stroked the spot above my heart. My hand found her hair and played with the silky strands while we held each other, our breathing falling in step with each other.

“Thank you,” I whispered, grateful for the moment she was granting me.

27

“My Heart Is Open”

Goldie

Yup, I was seconds away from fucking the man I was laying on top of. My legs quivered as I tried to keep them from straddling him and taking what I wanted.

Did he really think he could get away with telling me that story about his mom and not get fucked? I mean, damn, my heart ripped right out of my chest for his mom, for the little boy who deserved his mom, who deserved the love he would have gotten from her.

I needed to touch him, to show him how much he’s loved, how much of an amazing man he was, a man he didn’t believe he was himself. The only way I knew how to do that was to kiss every inch of him, to show him with my body that he was loved, that he was cherished, but I’d told myself I wasn’t going to have sex with him.

I couldn’t.

What kind of woman would that make me look like? A hussy…that was for damn sure, but fuck, he way too damn sexy. The moment he stripped down to his briefs, I knew I was in trouble. I was pretty sure that since we’ve been apart, he’s become more ripped and more defined. I’ve never been able to truly resist him, and now with this whole sensitive side of him showing…I was so fucking gone.

His need to feel my skin touch his was something he’s needed from the very beginning, and I know it’s because he feels the closest when our bodies are touching so intimately, but right now, all it was doing was turning me on even more.

I was a sexual being and not being able to ride the fucking bologna pony to pleasure town was torture; it actually made it hard for me to breathe.

Did I say hard to breathe, no, I meant it made it hard to keep my finger out of my vagina.

Fuck, I was so horny, and being on top of Jett, with his hand stroking my hair and him just breathing me in had my pussy wetter than a fucking typhoon blowing up a flesh valley. My hip occasionally would rub against his, and I could feel his hardness, his beautiful cock against my thigh. What I wouldn’t give to see that cock right now, to feel it in my hands, to torture him with my fingers, with my tongue.

It would be so easy, I would just start lightly grazing him, letting him know that, yeah, I was interested. Maybe tease him a little by wrapping my fingers all the way around his cock, but then pulling away to keep him on his toes. But, fuck, I couldn’t pull away for too long because I wouldn’t be able to stay away. So, I would return, but this time, I would apply more pressure, running my fingers along the veins that would be now showing from how turned on he was. I would…

“Goldie,” he whispered in a strained voice. “What are you doing?”

“Laying here, what are you doing?” I asked, confused as to why all of a sudden his body was stiff.

“I’m wondering why your fingers are wrapped around my cock.”

Testing my left hand, I felt it under my body out of the danger zone, but when I went to locate my right hand, I found it under Jett’s briefs, squeezing his cock.

“Jesus,” I muttered, as I pulled my hand away and reprimanded my rogue appendage for misbehaving. “Umm, just making sure you still had a dick. It’s been some time, you know, just wanted to make sure things didn’t fall off,” I mumbled, as I scooted off of him and back to my side of the bed.

Skin on skin contact was a bad idea. No, it was the worst idea in the world because right now, every last inch of me was tingling, my hands were itching to go back into the dark cave of Jett’s briefs, to test his cock one more time, to see if it was just as hard as I thought it was.

Instead of turning toward him, I flipped on my back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to say something. He shifted on the bed and drew closer; he knew exactly what he was doing, he was enticing me, trying to get me to crack.

It was working.

He smelled so good, like he took a two hour bath in pheromones and forgot to dry off. The urge to hump his leg, to drool all over his chest, to stuff his cock in every orifice I had, including my belly button was overpowering. Something was going to happen; the pull was too strong. I needed something from him, a little touch, a little taste. My pussy was begging for it.

“Can you not be so close to me?” I snapped, while I pulled on the blankets and wrapped them up around my chin to try to block the delicious smell of the man and keep a protective blanket layer between us. I practically swaddled myself to keep from having any more villainous hand expeditions.

Fucking phalanges, can’t trust them, can’t live without them.

“I’m sorry, do you want me to leave?” Jett asked, all sweet and concerned.

I wanted to flip him off, to punch him in the crotch, and kick him square on the shin.

No, I didn’t want him to leave. That would be saying, “No, ma’am, I don’t want the corn dog that’s made out of gold,” or something to that effect. What I wanted was for him to have never fucked things up between us because if he was able to control his temper, his psychotic-ness, then we wouldn’t be in this mess. I wouldn’t be sexually frustrated, and I wouldn’t be wavering between wanting to poke him with a fire stick and letting him poke me with his stick.

What a predicament.

Without saying another word, Jett started to get out of the bed, making me want to scream at the absurdity of the situation.

“Ugh, don’t fucking go,” I said in an annoyed tone.

“That’s convincing,” Jett responded with a half-smile.

“Stop it, just stop it,” I demanded, while poking him in the chest. “God, I’m so annoyed with you right now. You’re acting all sweet when I need to be mad at you. I want to be mad at you.”

“But, you’re not…”

“I am! It’s just that, my horniness is taking over. I can’t think clearly when your rock hard body is pressed against mine. Do you really think that’s fair, Jett?”

“Fair? Are you serious right now? You’re wearing a thin tank top with no bra and you were just laying on top of me. I could feel every movement of your nipple against my chest, and then you go and grab my dick like you’re digging around for gold. Do you think that’s fair?”

“Oh, poor rich billionaire, a girl was fondling your dick,” I said in a smarmy voice. “Grow a real problem.”

“You’re quite sassy tonight.”

“No, Jett. I’m horny,” I sat up and pulled the sheets down. I pointed at my crotch and said, “There is a dried up lady cactus down there; she hasn’t been cleaned out and rehydrated in weeks. She’s desperate.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Refraining from smacking him on the head, I held my hands down and said, “Oh, you’re just enjoying this all too much, aren’t you?”

“Just a little,” he admitted, but held up his hands before I could go bat shit crazy on his ass. “I only admit to that because, ever since I met you, you’ve been a maneater, teasing me, disobeying me, making my life that much more difficult in the bedroom, so it’s a fresh breath of air to see you struggle.”

“Oh, is that right? You like to see me struggle? Fine!”

Without a word, I stuck my hand down my shorts and found my clit, not even giving him a warning. I started playing around with the little beast that’s been tormenting me the past couple of weeks.

A low growl escaped Jett as he watched me finger myself. Ha, take that, you fucker!

He watched me with determination, and when I thought I’d cracked him, when I thought he was going to lose that stone veneer, he pulled his boxer briefs down, freed his erection, and started stroking himself while he watched me.

Tou-fucking-che.

Instantly, my eyes flew to his cock, where his hand squeezed tightly around his shaft and pulled on it, tugged the fuck out of it, and then rounded the head of his cock with precision.

My mouth filled with saliva as I watched what he was doing with fascination. Every stroke of his hand hardened his length, and a small glisten of moisture formed at the tip of his beautiful cock.

Oh, hell.

Like a razor to a stray pube, I felt myself move toward him. Fuck, I was gross. Note to self, don’t use that analogy again.

His eyes were trained on me as I moved closer; he knew exactly what he was doing; he knew he was enticing me, and damn if it wasn’t working. I only had so much willpower, and the minute Jett took off almost all of his clothes, my last shred of willpower was used. It was only in time that I found myself moving closer and closer to him.

“You’re not playing fair,” I said.

“Hey, I’m only participating in what you started. You can’t play with fire, Little One.”

“How am I playing with fire?” I asked, while I ran my hand up his leg, making his breathing pick up.

“You know damn well what you’re doing.”

“And, like you don’t know what you’re doing? You think I can sit next to you and just watch you touch yourself and not be intrigued? I might be mad at you, but I still want you.”

With a smirk, Jett nodded at me and said, “Prove it.”

It was his bait; he was trying to get what he wanted, but hell if I wasn’t a stupid flopping fish because I grabbed right ahold of his bait and let him reel me in.

Not even thinking about it, I pushed his chest down so he was lying flat on the bed and pulled his briefs all the way down to his ankles, exposing that fantastic cock that had tortured me many times in the Bourbon Room.

Straddling Jett’s Legs, I grabbed a hold of his hands and pinned them to his sides and started to lower my head.

“Goldie, don’t,” Jett said, abruptly, shocking me a bit.

“What? Why?” I asked self-consciously.

“You don’t have to do that. I wasn’t playing fair.”

“Do you not want me to suck your cock?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” he shook his head. “I want nothing more than for your perfect lips to be wrapped around me, but I don’t want you to do anything you told yourself you wouldn’t.”

I pulled away for a second and studied him. “You know, I like this new sensitive Jett, where you talk to me and express your feelings, but right now, with your erection playing tiddlywinks with your belly button, I kind of want the dominant man.”

“You can’t have both,” Jett answered honestly, shaking me out of the cock-induced stupor I was in.

“What do you mean I can’t have both?”

“I can’t be both for you, Goldie. If I’m dominant, then I’m going to be cold and unresponsive…”

“No,” I shook my head and interrupted him. “Not acceptable. That is not true at all. There have been plenty of times when you’ve been sweet and endearing in the bedroom, don’t give me that bullshit.”

“It’s not a switch I can turn on and off.”

“Jett, I’m not asking for you to cry when we come at the same time; I’m asking you to share with me when we’re sharing and I’m asking you to be the fucking man I want when I need him. It’s not an either-or type of situation.” I pulled away and shook my head. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“What do you want from me?” Jett asked, as he pulled up his briefs. “I’m trying to be the man you want me to be.”

“I want you to be you,” I said honestly. “I want you to be exactly who you are, but not afraid to tell me things, to open up to me.”

“That’s not who I am,” Jett said sharply, as he ran his hands through his hair. “I’m afraid, Goldie. I’m so fucking afraid.”

“Why?” I asked, feeling exhausted.

“Because I’m fucking in love with you,” Jett said with his back turned toward me.

Everything in the room turned dark and all I saw was the silhouette of Jett Colby, looking away and looking almost pained.

His back moved up and down with his breath as I tried to comprehend the monumental moment that had just transpired between us. I wanted to jump on the bed and smack my tits together in joy, but knew that wasn’t quite appropriate. So, instead, I carefully crawled toward him and wrapped my arms around his stomach.

Exhaling, Jett wrapped his arms around mine and allowed me to pull him closer. Lightly, I pressed my lips against his while my hands cradled his face, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere.

I felt the light pressure of his fingers grip my hips in almost a needy manner, like he needed me to prove to him that everything was going to be okay. Well, I had no fucking problem with that.

Placing one last kiss on his lips, I pulled away and ran my hands down the front of my body until they reached the hem of my tank top. Like the seductress I was, I deliberately took my time gripping my tank top and moving it off my body until I exposed my breasts and dropped the tank top to the side. Jett’s eyes were fixed on mine until he couldn’t take it anymore, then he took his time perusing my half-naked body.

My nipples were hard…just from his stare, they were ready to pop right the fuck off. My nipples had always been a fan of Jett, and tonight was no exception.

Needing to be naked for him, I took off my shorts and tossed those to the side as well. Jett cleared his throat as I moved closer to him and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and straddled his lap, allowing my knees to hold my weight as I used Jett as my personal stripper pole.

With my signature movement, I started to rotate my hips just right so I was stroking his hardened length perfectly. I looked down at Jett, whose eyes were fixed on my exposed lower half, watching my every movement. He was biting his lip, as if trying to hold in obscenities that wanted to escape.

His hands glided up my thighs, making me moan out loud; it was a movement I couldn’t act like didn’t affect me because once his hands finished moving up my thighs, they hovered right above my heated core. My pussy was throbbing, fucking throbbing, begging for the man, needing there to be no material between us.

When I thought his hands were going to work their way down south, they actually travelled north, up my sides, lightly gliding over my ribs and just under my breasts, where his fingers played with the soft and sensitive skin.

Fuck me.

He made small movements, movements that didn’t seem like much, but between the combination of my pussy rubbing against his dick and his small touches, I was about to scream in frustration. I wanted it all; I didn’t want to be teased.

Needing more, I ran my other hand down his stomach and to the waistband of his briefs. I pulled away for a second, so I could release him from his confines, but before I could grab ahold of what I really wanted, Jett flipped me on the bed and straddled my body so he could hover above me.

“How wet are you?” he asked, in that dominant voice I craved.

“Very,” I said in a breathless heroine-type voice that you only hear in fifties movies.

Scanning my body, he took a deep breath and asked, “Do you want this?”

“More than anything.”

“The whole package? Everything that’s fucked up about me. You want this?”

“Yes,” I nodded my head and placed my hand on his cheek. “I want this.”

With a curt nod, Jett grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. “Do not fucking move those, do you hear me?”

I was pretty sure my “burning loins” heard him and submitted.

I watched as the man pulled off his briefs and tossed them on the floor. Oh, hell yes, this is what I needed; this is what we needed. Fuck talking right now, we needed to talk with our bodies.

Jett’s mouth found mine in a frenzy of heated passion. He kissed with force, with meaning, with the idea that this was it, we were it for each other. His lips were to the point of bruising mine; he was so rough, so possessive, but I wanted it, I wanted him to brand me, to make me his. I needed the reassurance.

Yes, we still had things we needed to talk about. Jett still had issues he needed to work through, but I was positive we could work through them together.

So much for my no sex policy. That lasted a good couple of hours. I have so much willpower it’s overwhelming…not.

His hands ran up my arms and then back down, sending chills up my spine. His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts, making a world of wet flow between my legs. With one small touch, he had me wiggling in place, searching for him to take me.

His hands continued a journey down my sides to my hips, where they rested and pulled them up. He moved forward ever so slightly so the tip of his cock just barely grazed my pussy. I wanted to fucking scream, to grab his dick and shove it inside of me, but that would mean moving my arms, and hell if I was going to do that. So, instead, I let him torture me.

Releasing my lips, he pulled up and looked down at me with the sexiest smile I had ever seen, like he was showing me how beyond happy he was that I was his. I watched in fascination as he grabbed his cock and started moving it up and down my slickness, gathering it all at the tip of his cock. He tortured my clit with small movements, little thrusts until I screamed.

“God! Please,” I begged, on the verge of happy tears. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me; there was nothing I wanted more.

“Patience, Little One.”

Fuck his patience, he could take his patience and shove it up his dick hole as a cork to see how it felt not being able to orgasm when you wanted.

Continuing the torture, I watched the veins in Jett’s neck pop as he tried to hold onto the little control he had left. I could see the moment he cracked, when I moved my hips just at the right time when his cock was close to my hole, allowing him in just enough. With a growl sprouting from his chest, he dropped down over me and thrust his cock inside.

“Fuck!” I screamed, trying to keep my arms above my head, but wanting to wrap them around him.

He filled me perfectly, to the point where I didn’t think he could go any deeper, but with a tilt of my hips, he did. He found that one spot that could make me shake my leg and start spewing obscenities. With each stroke, he hit the spot and made the orgasm that was slowly building up come forward like a tidal wave.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I told him, not being able to hold on too long.

“Me too,” he grunted, surprising me. The man always lasted longer than this.

His lips found mine once again and our tongues met in the middle. I was lost in him and before I knew it, my body was shaking uncontrollably as we both came at the same time, chests bumping against each other and lungs gasping for any kind of air to help the beating of our hearts.

There’s something to say about delayed gratification and all the wait and pent up anger…it was worth it, because right now, I had Jett wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest just after giving me one of the most explosive orgasms of my life.