Page 87 of Bourbon Sins
I rolled my eyes and said, “Yes, can I help you?”
“Uh, aren’t you going to give me the old dipstick?”
“Dipstick?”
“You know . . . check my liquid level.”
I smiled as I put her little car analogy together. “No, I’m not. I’m just going to admire the view.”
She moved her hand down and put her fingers in her sweet pussy. Shock went straight through my belly as she deliberately disobeyed me by not laying still. She moaned as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. I just stood there, drink in hand, in utter shock and a state of arousal from seeing the rebel finger herself. Fuck.
She pulled her fingers out and said, “Maximum level of wetness . . . sir.”
Jesus Christ.
I turned away from her, so she couldn’t see the damn smile that crossed my face. Damn it! I wanted to pound on the bar of the counter with frustration over the way she made me feel, but I refrained. I had to show no tells, especially where Goldie was concerned.
I downed my drink in one quick swoop and walked over to her with a neutral look on my face, trying not to let her know how fucking cute I thought she was. Fucking cute, Jesus, I needed to drop to the floor and try to locate wherever the hell my fucking balls went.
When her eyes widened as she looked at my arousal, I lost it. Something inside of me snapped and I lost control. I pounced on her like a lion on its prey; she had no hope of surviving.
She squealed as I unclasped her bra and sucked in her sweet pink nipples. They were tight and provoked, just begging for my tongue.
“You drive me crazy,” I confessed, as I moved over to her other breast. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips thrust into my cock, searching for some pressure, some release. “Do not push your luck, little one,” I said, as I stilled her hips and continued to suck on her breasts as if they were my one and only lifeline.
“Fuck. Jett, please.”
“Patience, little one. You will get what you want.”
I reluctantly pulled away from her and slowly took my clothes off as she eyed me with pure desire. She licked her lips and she took in my entire body. My erect cock grew to an uncomfortable throb from her blatant display of wanting.
She sat up, once again defying me, and ran her hands up my body, tracing every contour and ripple on my chest. Her small hands were an aphrodisiac that sent me flying as she worked my body with her dainty fingers.
“You’re not very good at listening tonight, are you? Do I need to tie you up again?”
“I just want to feel you, Jett,” she said with hopeful eyes.
Fuck me. I kept my breathing steady as my heart pounded against my chest. Things were getting too close, she was getting too close. I was leading her on, hell, I was leading myself on.
“Turn around,” I ordered, using my deep, domineering voice to show her I meant business. I needed to fuck her and then send her on her way. I would edge my craving and then move on, because the lines between the two of us were starting to blur.
“Now,” I said, as she looked up at me, searching my eyes for the intimate man she was just with up on the roof. I knew that’s who she wanted, fuck, that’s who I wanted to be, but I knew it wasn’t an option . . . ever.
Just as she turned around, I bent her over the bed and spread her legs. Running my hand up her back, I used my other hand to test if she truly was ready. The minute I hit her soft folds, I knew I was in trouble as a hiss escaped my lips at how absolutely wet she was. My dick begged to be lodged in her, plunging relentlessly and taking what I so desperately wanted.
I flipped her body over so now she was facing me, brought her legs up so her calves rested on my shoulders and plunged into her. The minute my cock broke through her warm center, she screamed my name in utter pleasure, making my cock jump.
“Fuck,” I moaned. I grabbed her hips and rocked into her. “You feel so good.”
“Jesus. I’m going to fucking come,” she announced, startled at how fast she was reaching her orgasm.
“Don’t you dare,” I groaned and I continued to pump into her.
“Jett, please.”
I looked down at her and her eyes were trained on mine, glassed over in pleasure and begging for release. At that moment, I pulled out of her completely and dropped her legs to the floor. A guttural cry came out of her as she looked up at me with confusion.
“Wh-what’s going on?”
