Page 64 of Bourbon Sins
Throbbing wasn’t even close to the right word to describe the feeling that was running ragged through my body. Hammering was more like it, as if my clit was actually hammering to be released from the confines of folds.
I moaned into Tootse’s mouth as she continued to seduce me with her lips. I was lost, completely and utterly lost in their every touch.
Francy’s mouth started to lower until she was right above my mound. I was going to combust into a million pieces if she didn’t finish what she started. I was practically dripping wet with need.
“Please, I begged.” Tootse smiled and then nodded at Francy whose head moved further down. I braced for impact, for that first swipe of her tongue. I was having a threesome, I shouted in my head . . . was it a threesome? Whatever, I was having a THREESOME!
“I can take it from here.” That deep, unmistakable voice said from the entryway.
“Ahh!” I screamed at being startled, lifting my head off the bed and banging it directly into Tootse’s eyes. My hand went to my head and gripped it as if I was just shot there. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Tootse, Francy, you’re excused.”
They each grabbed their bras, kissed him on the cheek and squealed as they left the room holding hands. What the hell was that?
“Do you mind telling me what in God’s name you think you’re doing here? This is my room,” I asked covering my breasts even though he’s seen them already.
“I am fully aware this is your room. I made it specifically to your liking.”
He walked over to where my easel was and eyed the picture I had been working on. It was a charcoal drawing of my favorite tombstone in the Lafayette Cemetery. It was a grand stone, with intricate carvings that exuded rich New Orleans’ charm. It sat on the opposite end of the cemetery from where my parents rested, but no matter what, I always made sure to stop by and take pictures for my art.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled as he eyed the picture and then turned to me. “How wet are you right now?” He walked toward me, making me feel even wetter than I was from the look of his mussed-up hair, as if he had been running his hands through it all night. And the way his jeans clung to his legs, God, he was so sexy. He was magnificent. He was everything I could ask for in a man.
“Answer my question.” His hand lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes. When did he get so close to me? It was scary how stealthy he could be.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said, while crossing my arms and giving him my most defiant look. The almost-lesbian threesome had sobered me up real good, or at least I thought I was pretty sober, since I was currently only seeing one Jett instead of two.
He leaned down so his face was directly in front of me and placed his hand over my mound. “Your pussy and your pleasure are very much my business. So, you can either tell me how wet you are, or I can find out for myself.”
Find out for yourself, my mind screamed as I breathed heavily. Find out for your fucking self! Dear God, I wanted him to stick his fingers deep in my pussy and make me scream his name, so I kept silent. I was human and a girl could only be turned on so much.
“Very well.” He pushed me back so I was resting on the backs of my elbows and he spread my legs wider than I thought possible. He gave me a wicked grin and then slipped his fingers into my sopping wetness. He lifted an eyebrow at me and then pulled away.
“Noo,” I moaned, as he retreated away from my body.
He smiled and said, “Well, I guess you are pretty wet. Too bad you didn’t come up to the Bourbon Room tonight. I could have taken care of that ache that’s throbbing between your legs right now. Maybe you’ll think more wisely next time.”
He started to walk away when I got off the bed and grabbed his arm. “No, you can’t leave me like this.”
“The choices you make affect the outcome of your life, Lo. You chose not to go to the Bourbon Room, therefore you are going to have a very long, frustrating night.”
A light bulb went off in my head as I smirked and said, “Fine. I’ll just take matters into my own hands . . . or fingers for that matter.” I raised a knowing eyebrow at him.
Sauntering back to my bed, swaying my ass just enough to drive him crazy, laid down, spread my legs and angled my body so Jett had the perfect view. I lowered my right hand down between my legs and started teasing myself. My other hand went up to my breasts and started massaging my pert little nipples.
As my hand met my wetness, I nearly laughed at how wet I actually was. Shit, the combination of multiple hands all over my body and the presence of Jett Colby in my room made me beyond ready.
While my hands did all the work, I forgot Jett was in the room and I moaned out loud at the feeling of being able to release some pressure. I writhed on my bed, trying to find that exact pressure point that would make all the buildup in my body finally let go. My hips thrust into my hands as I continued to work my body, just waiting for that moment of pure joyful numbness to flow.
Before I could completely release myself, I was thrown over a very masculine shoulder and carried away from my room. After the shock of being so delightfully man-handled passed, I started squirming to get out of his grasp.
“What do you think you’re doing? I was about to come,” I complained.
“Exactly.”
“Exactly, what?”
“Your orgasms are saved for me and no one else.”
