Page 15 of Bourbon Deceit
Chapter Six
“I Got U”
Jett
Sweat glistenedoff her body while it hung in front of me. My fingers were lodged inside her, feeling her damp excitement as my mouth worked its way across her perfect breasts. Her head writhed against the beam as I continued to pleasantly torture her with my tongue against her skin and my skilled fingers in her delectable pussy.
After Goldie walked in and heard me disrespect her in the worst way, guilt washed over me and I saw instantly how I’d wronged her and everything I believed in. I was here to help these girls, to give them new opportunities that they wouldn’t normally have, and I was here to protect them. I got so caught up in protecting Goldie because I’m a selfish bastard that I insulted her not only to her face but in front of Kace as well.
Goldie was different from anyone I’d ever met. She was fun, sassy, and had a mouth to go along with it but she was sweet and caring as well. There were times I could see the difference in our upbringings but that never bothered me, I just knew that she most likely wouldn’t mesh well with the people I’m obligated to mingle with, not that I cared much about that. I couldn’t really give two fucks what those high-society snobs thought about me but I didn’t want them attacking Goldie, and I knew that was exactly what would happen if I brought her around them. They would sense her weakness and tear her apart. Plus, I didn’t want her being exposed. My Jett Girls’ personas needed to be protected no matter what, no exceptions. If I brought Goldie out to these dreadful events, I’d be nervous people would assume she was a Jett Girl, especially the men. She was a beacon in the club, a favorite, and I didn’t blame the men, she was absolute perfection.
I wanted to protect her, but I wanted to make her happy as well. As she threw her head back with her mouth slightly ajar, I knew, in the long run, all I wanted to do was please her. So, when I said she would be meeting with Miss Mary, she would be. If I was going to take her out with me, the least I could do was prepare her for what she would be getting herself into. I could prepare her and give her the confidence she would need in order to walk around the ballrooms of the pretentious events I have to attend so if someone does approach her, she will know the exact way to respond without showing one ounce of weakness.
“Oh, God . . .” She moaned as she continued to writhe against my fingers. “Yes, Jett, yes.”
The way my name fell so easily off her tongue in the moment of ecstasy was all the pleasure I needed as my cock jolted against my pants’ zipper.
“How close are you?” I asked working my mouth up to her earlobe. I knew how close she was, but I loved hearing her tell me.
“So . . . close.” She panted. She was strapped against the balance beam and vertical. Her legs and arms were tied back so she was completely in my hands. She was giving me such a precious gift, and I would never take advantage of it.
Knowing what she needed to go over the edge, I removed my fingers from her heat, eliciting a protesting moan, and worked my mouth down her body. I felt her pulse start to kick up as she realized where I was about to go. Her stomach heaved and she prepared for my mouth, waiting for the moment when my tongue reached out and ran along her slick pussy.
My hands gripped the top of her thighs, my head hovered above her mound, itching to give her what she wanted the most. I took one last glimpse at her, our eyes met, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my core. She wanted me, it was evident, and damn it all to hell if I didn’t want her too.
I took a deep breath, taking in her essence, and plunged forward. The moment my tongue met her pussy, her back arched off the beam and she cried out in pleasure. Pride surged through me as she came on my mouth, my name rolling off her tongue. Without even thinking, I tore my pants down, flipped the beam so it was horizontal and plunged myself into Goldie. I couldn’t take the pressure that was building up in me anymore, I needed my release, I needed to release myself inside her.
I was normally an emotionless man who never showed a tell. Emotions and feelings were signs of weakness in a man, so I kept a straight face, but when it came to Goldie, I was lost the minute her blue eyes met mine. It was impossible not to slowly lose myself in her body, in the way she looked at me, touched me, moaned for me. She tested my limits on a daily basis and I would be a lying son of a bitch if I said I didn’t like it.
Thrusting into her, my balls screamed as my whole body tensed up for my impending release. My hand reached down and pinched her nipple which erupted an orgasm in her body that clenched my hard length, sending me over with her. We both thrust our hips, inching out every last pleasure until we were spent.
I hovered over her, my arms straddling her little body as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly, her eyes opened and she looked up at with me with fondness. It was like a blade to my heart, I didn’t want anyone looking at me like that because it meant attachment, but I would be damned if I could look away. There was something about this woman, this sassy woman who had me by the balls. She was a man-eater, that was for damn sure.
“Thank you for accompanying me tonight,” I said as I looked down at her.
A smile spread across her face and she said, “Thanks for boning me.”
Trying not to smile, I said, “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She caressed my cheek, the sensation of her touch new, but I liked it.
“You sure?”
She nodded her head and ran her hand down my chest, making me swell again, but I didn’t allow for a second round because I knew it was time to part from her for the night. I had some mending to do. I was a shallow ass most of the time but I knew when I was wrong.
I pulled away and fixed my pants, and released her from her confines. Her body was fantastic, every man’s dream, and she was all for me. I was a privileged man and damn lucky for it.
“Keep looking at me like that and you will find yourself strapped to that bed, waiting for me until I’m ready for you again.”
“Is that supposed to be a punishment?” she asked with a straight face.
I leaned over, grabbed her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and said, “Yes, yes it is but a delicious one.” I pecked the tip of her nose and pulled away completely. “Get dressed, little one. You have a long week ahead of you.”
Disappointment fell across her features as I pulled away and walked out the door. If I wanted to, I could spend the whole night playing with her, seeing how many times I could make her scream my name or come on my fingers, but I had other things to do. I grabbed my bourbon and two glasses and headed down the back stairs through the dark hallway that led to Kace’s room.
I leaned my ear toward the door before knocking in case he had a woman with him, but it seemed like the coast was clear so I knocked. Kace’s voice rang through in a gruff tone, telling me to come in.
His room was dark, except for the dim yellow glow coming from a light on his nightstand. Kace was sitting in a chair, facing the window. His feet were stretched out on the sill and he was slouched in his chair as his hand held up his head. His stature was deflated and rightfully so, the man had so many demons to deal with, I didn’t know how he went day to day holding his shit together.
