Page 43 of Bourbon Kingdom
Just like that, my entire heart crumbled to the floor. The man was hurting, he was weak, and I could see it in his eyes. There was no doubt in my mind that by me leaving, handing him my collar, I had destroyed him. It was evident.
I lifted my hand and caressed his face softly, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin. Lightly, I could feel him push his face into my palm, giving me only the slightest bit of hope.
“Jett, I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” he said gruffly. “I just need you.”
One of his hands travelled from my shoulder down the side of my dress. He slipped it into the front of my exposed stomach and drew it up to right below my breast. His touch burned my skin, made me weak in the knees, and reminded me of all the reasons why I was beyond in love with the man in front of me.
My breathing became erratic as his eyes never left mine and his fingers lightly grazed the underside of my braless breast.
“This dress is too revealing,” he chastised, as his other hand found the slit of my dress and pushed me up against the wall even harder.
His fingers continued to make feather-like touches across my sensitive skin as they travelled up to my erect nipple. Without touching my breast, his fingers pinched my nipple in the most erotic way possible, making me throw my head back and moan.
A throbbing ache took place between my legs, reminding me that it’d been way too long since I’d been with this man, this all-consuming man who held my heart in the palm of his hand.
“Say it,” he whispered in my ear, sending chills up my spine. “Say it, little one. Make me forget this unyielding suffering that you’ve put me through. Remove this pain.”
The mixture of his touches, of his hand inching closer and closer to the front of my thong, and the desperation in his voice had me muttering those six little words he was begging to hear.
“I’m here to submit to you,” I said breathlessly.
A light growl came out of his mouth as his hand found the hem of my thong and started to tug it down, while his fingers squeezed my nipple, sending waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
A deep need crawled through me as he pulled my thong down just enough to grant him access. I needed more of him; I needed him to squeeze more than my nipple, I needed his lips, his tongue.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded with his deep southern voice, curling my toes right there in my high heels.
Like it was second nature, my body reacted to his demand, granting him more access. His lips trailed the side of my neck, but never made full contact; it was just a whisper against my skin, an empty promise of what he could offer me.
Instinctively, my hands went to his waist, but he pushed them away and kept me pinned to the wall.
“Did I tell you that you could touch me?”
I shook my head no, as I looked at him through my lashes, trying to read him, trying to see exactly what he wanted. At that moment, I knew what he needed; he needed control, which I was more than willing to hand over to him.
“Put your hands above your head and don’t move them unless you want me to leave this room right now.”
His threat hit me hard, because there was no way in hell I wanted him to leave, so I raised my hands above my head and waited for his next command.
Trailing both his hands to the front of my dress, he moved the panels that were covering my breasts to the side and stared at my naked skin. He bit down on his lip right before diving forward and taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His teeth nipped at my nipple as his hand squeezed relentlessly at my other breast.
Fuck, I was coming undone. Just from his touch, from the way he moved his mouth over me. He captured my soul with one touch; there was no turning back from him.
When I thought I couldn’t take the torture anymore, he moved his head away from me and pushed back. Emptiness consumed me at his distance, but then I saw what he was doing and a burning need took over the core of my body.
His hands moved to the waist of his pants and slowly undid them, pulling out his erection. My mouth watered at the sight of him. It had been way too long since I’d been with Jett, since I’d experienced the mystifying feeling only he could bestow upon me.
I watched as he erotically stroked himself while biting down on his bottom lip, eye fucking me almost to orgasm. Instead of begging, like I normally would, I kept my arms in place and waited patiently for what he was going to offer. I pushed back the thought of how long I’d been away from Rex and how, at any moment, someone could walk in on us, because when I was with Jett, I couldn’t think about anything but the man in front of me.
Coming closer, he grabbed the slit of my dress and pushed it to the side, so I was exposed to him. With his spare hand, he spread my legs even wider, and then guided himself into me. I was wet, beyond ready for him. He slid in easily and was pleased with exactly how ready I was. It wasn’t hard to be wet; just from the sight of him in a tuxedo, I could take him easily.
“Fuck,” he muttered in my ear, as he started to move in and out of me. “I’ve missed you,” he said gently, as he started moving his hips. He grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his waist, making the task of pushing his hips into me a little easier.
The pain in his voice slashed my soul. I hated bringing such a powerful man to his knees, knowing I had such an effect on him. Jett was my rock, the one person who’d saved me, so to see him weak and full of anguish had my heart breaking.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I whispered back, lightly grazing my lips on his cheek.
