Page 104 of Bourbon Kingdom
Diego clapped his hands together and fist bumped Blane. “Nailed it, man.”
Jett ticked and shook his head no at the same time. “You couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“Thank you,” I said, while scooting closer to Jett, offended by Blane’s horrible impression of me.
Jett patted my shoulder and said, “She doesn’t squeal; she does more of a snort-type thing, like a pig drowning in water.” To my horror, I watched as Jett bent over and started snorting like a pig, while adding a bit of a gargle in his throat, causing both Blane and Diego to practically fall over from laughter.
I watched as all three men tried to impersonate the pig-gargle orgasm sound in the kitchen, making each other laugh hysterically. With my hands on my hips, I stomped my bare foot on the ground like a child.
“You’re all just hideous men,” I called out before making my way back to my room, completely unable to take a joke.
I slammed my door shut, sat on my bed, and folded my arms over my chest, just waiting for the pig snorter himself to walk in. I could have counted down the seconds until he opened the door.
It was right on cue when he opened my door and shut it without taking his eyes off of me. He stood there, silently, just taking me all in, owning the fucking room with one breath, with one tick of his jaw.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feeling myself wilt under his stare.
“Like what?” he asked, as he approached me with dangerous swagger.
“You know,” I shifted on the bed, as I readied for his pounce; it was inevitable, especially with the way he was approaching me. “Like you want to eat me.”
“Is that a problem?” he asked, as he stood right in front of me, making me shrink in place.
“Yes,” I squeaked out. “Wouldn’t want to pig snort again.”
Smiling, Jett said, “Well that won’t be a problem, given the fact that I have such a small dick that you need a pair of tweezers to pick it up.”
“Yeah, about that . . .”
“Yeah, about that,” Jett copied me as he leaned forward and pushed me back on the bed. His muscles flexed as he held himself right above me. “Funny that you’re so quickly able to lie about my misfortunes.”
“Someone has to pop that ego of yours,” I gulped, as his hand found the knot of my robe and started to undo it.
“Ego?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Is that what you think it is, an ego?”
“What else could it be?” I asked, just as my robe was parted, exposing my breasts to the cold morning air, puckering my nipples in such a fantastic way.
“Confidence,” Jett responded. His finger trailed the outline of my nipple as he said, “Confidence in a man can often be mistaken for an ego, but do you know what the difference is, little one?”
As he pinched my nipple, my chest lifted off the bed and I shook my head no.
His fingers continued to do torturous loops around my nipples as he spoke, “The difference between having confidence and an ego is that a man with an ego can be very self-involved, but a man with confidence doesn’t need to puff his chest to prove his self-worth; he is bold, he is sure, and he knows how to fucking please a woman.”
His last words ricocheted through my mind, as his mouth fell down onto my breast, while his other hand quickly made work of my free nipple. The feel of the rough five o’clock shadow that grazed his jaw, and his tongue lapping around my taut nipple was a new feeling of euphoria I hadn’t experienced yet.
Unlike every other time in the bedroom, my hands were free of his constraints, so I took advantage of it by running my hands down his strong and solidly muscular back to the waistband of his briefs. With a quick intake of air as he bit down on my nipple, my fingers grasped his briefs and pulled them down, so I could grab a handful of his tight ass.
Like a fucking lunatic, I felt my hands go crazy with pleasure as I gripped his ass firmly. I wasn’t much of an ass person, but I had to admit, I was going to grow quite fond of the two hammy hams between my fingers.
“Hammy hams?” Jett asked, as his mouth lifted off my nipple and he looked up at me with a fucking adorable smirk.
“What?” I asked, delirious from what he was doing to me.
“You were mumbling hammy hams.”
Thank God I was a complete embarrassment to myself, because what else would help keep me grounded? Jesus.
“Yeah, um, you have nice hammy hams. It’s the first time I’ve really been able to explore your ass, so I kind of went a little crazy with it.”
