Chapter 17 Beg #2
Jett nips my earlobe. “Tonight is about you.”
My breasts rise and fall with labored breaths. “If it’s all about me, then I’d like you to be naked too.”
He drags his tongue down my neck and across the dip below my neck. “No sex tonight. I can’t be naked. It’s unfair to my dick.”
“Unfair...” I let that thought trail off. “That makes no sense.”
He presses kiss after kiss lightly down my sternum before he makes his way to one nipple. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue before giving me a light nip between his teeth. “My dick disagrees.”
I squeeze my thighs together and continue rambling. “It’s like there are three of us here. I didn’t know dicks got so much of a vote during moments like this.”
He angles his eyes up at me and smirks. “Moments like this?”
I look down past my breasts where he’s working his way south and nod. “Yes. Sexy moments when there is an imbalance of naked bodies.”
He lifts one of my legs and hooks it behind his elbow, opening me.
“If I’m naked while you’re naked, and you’re talking about sexy moments, there’s very little chance you’ll be a virgin when we wake up tomorrow.
Cut me some slack. I’m being virtuous and shit.
Are you going to lay back and enjoy this or are you going to talk the whole time? ”
“I’m sorry. I’m nervous. I don’t know what to do. And I really don’t know what to say.”
Jett is hovered over me with one of my legs hitched high in the air. His heated gaze drags down my body and settles on my sex. He lifts a hand and touches me right where I need it. The tip of his index finger circles my clit.
A moan slips from between my lips, and my eyes fall shut.
He calls for me as he gives me another slow, lazy circle. “Baby.”
I don’t open my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath.
“You don’t have to do anything. I’m going to do all the work. And you really don’t have to talk.”
I open my eyes long enough to see what he’s doing right before it happens.
He works his way down my body, and his lips land on my hip and suck the skin there.
It’s harder than I was expecting. So hard, it may leave a mark.
Then all I see is the top of his thick, wavy hair and feel his lips kiss the skin right above my clit.
I fist the sheets below me. I also force myself to keep my mouth shut.
He slides between my legs and pushes my thighs high and wide. Then he parts my lips with his thumbs, and I feel it everywhere when he dips his tongue into my sex. My hips jerk against his face.
His hands grip my thighs. His fingers might as well be vise grips. My legs are high, wide, and there’s nothing left to the imagination now.
I’m his to do with as he pleases.
He fucks me with his tongue two more times before licking me all the way to my clit.
My moan is louder this time. My jaw falls slack when he does it again.
Another lick.
My body jerks, but I can’t move from the hips down, Jett is holding me that tight.
He continues to lick. Enough to create a frenzy in my body, but not enough to push me over the edge, not that I know how much that takes.
I’ve only ever had an orgasm by my own touch while locked away in the small room I called home for the last six years.
It wasn’t often. But every once in a while, I needed an escape so badly, I did.
In the end, it only reminded me how alone I really was, and how not normal of a life I led.
I must have been really bad at it, because none of those times felt like this.
I’m not sure how, but his grip on me tightens, and he spreads my legs farther apart.
“I could tease you like this all day, baby. I’ve spent the last few years doing everything I could not to die only to land here and feel like I’m in heaven.
I thought getting a new kidney was the jackpot, but I was wrong. It’s you.”
I don’t have the chance to answer or relish in how sweet his words are. Jett’s done licking and teasing. He gets serious.
He wraps his lips around my clit.
I call out for him and God. It’s that much of a spiritual experience. If this is all I ever get from Jett, it’s safe to say he’s ruined orgasms for me for life.
He sucks and nips and swirls. My orgasm starts low in my belly and builds, creating a super-charged storm of emotions. I try to keep it at bay, to ride this out as long as I can, but I’m merely a participant in Jett’s craving to do as he wishes with my body.
But really, who am I to argue?
I’m pretty sure I begged him not too long ago.
He pulls my swollen clit farther into his mouth, and that’s all it takes.
I don’t care that I’m in a five-star resort that used to be a private estate. I’m testing the soundproofed walls when my orgasm takes over. My body jerks and spasms. The desire to beg for more and to tap out simultaneously war within me.
Jett doesn’t let up. He wrings every ounce out of me possible. When his grip loosens, he releases my clit. My legs fall limp, and my body becomes one with the bed.
The next thing I know, he’s crawling over me and takes my mouth with a ferocious kiss that’s possessive and all-consuming. I can taste me on his tongue. My limbs are wet noodles, but I force my hands to his face and hold onto his kiss.
He shifts to one side and flips the covers up and over my bare body before he stretches out and props his head on a hand to look down at me. “I’m going to do that again soon.”
I roll to my side to fully face him. “I didn’t know it could be like that. It was never that way when I did it.”
“I’m not surprised.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “Did you forget about today?”
My smile shrinks. “I did. Thank you.”
“I’m going to hit the bathroom and brush my teeth. Tomorrow is a big day.”
I nod and watch him climb to get out of bed. I start to get up and find my clothes, but Jett reaches out to stop me. “You’re not getting dressed.”
I frown.
He shakes his head. “I want to feel you all night. And when you wake up, you’ll thank me.”
“Sleeping naked. Another first for me,” I admit.
“I’m bound and determined to make them all mine. I’ll be right back.”
I hear the bathroom door shut and roll to my back to stare at the ceiling.
A man just gave me an orgasm.
Not just any man.
Jett Cross.
I tuck the covers over my breasts and think about tomorrow. I have no idea what Andrei will try to pull, especially after what happened tonight.
But one thing is for certain, there’s no way he’s going to roll over and forget the jewels. And he’ll never give up exacting revenge on me.
If Andrei does anything well, it’s revenge.