Page 90 of Bourbon Sins
He softly chuckled in my ear and said, “You’re such a smart ass.”
Before I could even think of a reply, Jett picked me up and laid me across my bed, unbuttoned his suit jacket and put it to the side and then hovered over me. His federal blue eyes stared down at me, eating me alive, and all I could do was stare at the perfection of his bone structure, facial scruff, and hair that begged for my hands to run through it. My breaths came short and in rapid succession as I tried to anticipate his next move, but instead of connecting with me the way I wanted his hands, mouth, and dick to, he just admired me as he hovered, which only ignited my need for him even more.
“How wet are you, little one?”
“Tidal wave status,” I breathed out.
“Why?”
The man was fishing for compliments and if compliments were what he needed so I got at least a little finger action, then I would tell him whatever he wanted to hear.
“You do this to me, you make me wet and needy beyond anything I have ever experienced. You’re the only man ever to bring me to my knees, begging and pleading for release. Your presence alone lights me up and then you smile at me or look at me with those smoldering eyes and I’m putty in your hands.”
His eyes lit up from my confession. “Then why are you so damn difficult sometimes?”
“Where’s the fun in just giving you what you want right away?”
He shook his head at me and said, “You’ll be the death of me, you know? Your defiance ignites the short fuse I have when I’m around you and all I want to do is stuff a gag in your mouth and take what’s mine.”
“And what’s yours?” I asked.
He reached down and cupped my sex, making my body arch off the bed from the pressure. “This is mine, little one. This is mine and no one else’s, you hear me?”
“There is no one else Jett. I’m yours.”
A growl exploded through Jett’s throat as he leaned down and took my mouth in his. I wasn’t ready for the full-frontal attack he made on my lips, but quickly caught up once he slipped his tongue in my mouth and stroked me with the upmost precision. There was something to be said about making out and Jett could give a goddamn class about it with the way his mouth twisted around mine, making all my nerves fire with desire.
His hand glided down to my mound and dived deep into the depths of my wanting need. I screamed into his mouth when he didn’t let up with his tongue. His other hand had me pinned down to the bed, so there was no possibility of me moving. I was completely at his mercy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
His fingers scooped up into the expanse of my pussy and hit my g-spot with full force. I could barely breathe from the assault of his tongue, and the feeling running through my lower half had me gasping for air as I sought release. I moaned into his mouth as he swirled his fingers inside me and then pressed up in one quick motion.
A tingling sensation started to creep up from my toes and take over all the feeling in my legs as pressure built against my clit. There was too much pressure as the rest of my body went numb and his tongue drove into mine. I couldn’t take it anymore as he plunged one last time. A black abyss took over my vision as I cried out obscenities, spoke to God, and thrashed about on my bed while I exploded all over Jett’s fingers . . . his glorious and magical fingers.
My arm flew over my eyes and I tried to steady my raging heart. I heard Jett chuckle from above me, so I peeked over my arm to see what he was laughing at.
“Satisfied?” He smiled down at me.
I smiled back and said, “They don’t call it a finger hut for no reason.”
“Jesus,” he muttered as he quirked a lopsided grin at me. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me again?”
“Later, little one. I have a meeting to get to and you have practice to attend, and I can only imagine the anger Kace has right now over you being late, but don’t worry about it; I’ll send him a text.” He kissed me on the forehead, and his forehead crinkled as he looked down at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re mine, right Goldie?” he asked insecurely.
“Yes, I told you that.”
“Tonight is the first night you’ll perform lap dances for the members. I don’t like it.” He ran his hands through his hair.
“Don’t take them away—”
“I’m not going to. I just want to know that you’ll be thinking of me.”
I leaned up and took Jett’s face in my hands. “There isn’t a minute that goes by that I don’t think of you somehow. You saved me Jett, you’re the reason I’m here, instead of being mauled by men at Kitten’s Castle. Believe me, when I’m grinding against another man tonight, I’ll be wishing it’s your marvelous cock that is pressing against my ass.”
