Page 52 of Bourbon Deceit
I started taking off his shirt and was pleased with the muscles that rippled underneath.
“When do you have time to work out?” I asked, marveled by how cut he was.
He chuckled and said, “Whenever I get a chance.”
“Can I watch you one day?”
A quizzical eyebrow of his rose as my hands wandered around his chest. “You never cease to surprise me.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Undoing his pants, I pushed them down and found that he wasn’t wearing any underwear as his erection sprung free, making me gulp. He stepped out of his jeans as he continued to look at me with those devilish eyes.
“Now that was fucking hot.” I wrapped my hand around his erection and slowly started to work it up and down. A hiss escaped him from my touch but he didn’t stop me, so I continued to work my hand.
In seconds, he’d grown in length to a size that was almost impossible to believe. He was huge and it was all because of me. Talk about making a girl feel good.
His breath became labored as I noticed a sheen of sweat start to caress his skin. At that moment, I realized he was close to coming, just from my hand. Invigorated with a new sense of purpose at the moment, I dropped to my knees, placed my hands on his thighs, and wrapped my mouth around his cock. I didn’t give him a chance to adjust, I took in his full length until he hit the back of my throat and I pulled back out. His hands found my head and gently massaged my hair as I massaged his dick with my mouth. What he was doing felt so fucking good that I almost forgot what I was doing.
Snapping out of it, I ran my tongue down the underside of his dick and then lightly grabbed his balls with my teeth.
“Aww, fuuuck,” he drawled out as he started to sway.
He was so close, so instead of giving him what he wanted, I pulled away from his balls and started to lightly flick my tongue across the underside of his dick all the way up to the tip. Pre-cum sat at the top of his cock and I licked it up with pleasure.
“Goldie . . .” he breathed as I decided to finally let him go over, even though I was enjoying having the power for once.
I took him fully into my mouth, squeezed his balls with my hand at the same time, and sucked as I pulled up and down on his length. With one thrust of his hips, he let loose as a guttural groan escaped him and he lost himself in my mouth. He thrashed about as he lost all control. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Once he was fully satisfied, he bent down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his chest. He kissed the top of my head and whispered into my ear, a gesture I was starting to love and count on.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
“Thank you.”
He led me into the tub, which we had to heat up again, and then sat down. He grabbed my hand and helped me in so my head was resting on his shoulder and his arms were wrapped around my waist. I was in heaven. Heaven from being wrapped up in Jett, from being surprised by him, and by performing a sexual act with him without having to submit first. Don’t get me wrong, I loved submitting to him, but it was nice to know that we didn’t always need the Jett Girl rules hovering over us.
He rubbed slow circles along my lower belly as he kissed my neck.
“How are your legs? I saw that you were using them a lot on the pole today.”
“They’re sore,” I confessed.
His hands ran down them and stroked my inner thighs; I cringed from how sore just a light touch made me. He pulled away and made me turn to face him.
“Are you okay?” Concern laced his face.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“Why did you keep practicing if you knew your skin was starting to go raw?” he asked, now looking mad.
“I can still have sex, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Now I knew he was mad, because his eyebrows creased and he looked like he could kill.
“Is that how you see me? Some sex-crazed maniac who is only concerned about getting some pussy?”
