Chapter 22
Maddy
Jett slows, turning on Sunset Lane, heading down to my parents’ beach house, typing the entry code from memory.
He doesn’t pull into the driveway, though, going further and typing in the private beach access code.
He parks and jumps out of the car to help me out, grabbing a flashlight to lead us down the beach, holding my hand.
“You sure you’ll need that?” I glance at the flashlight before pointing to the nearly full moon rising up above us.
“Fuck if you’re not glowing in the moonlight. Are you my moon goddess?”
I nod and grin. I’ve been trained on the moon by the very best. It doesn’t take me long to spot Jett’s final surprise, a large blanket spread out a good thirty feet from the gently crashing waves.
He has had someone come down here to help him go all out, Bryson while we had dinner?
I don’t know how much that man gets paid, but he deserves a raise, regardless.
The blanket is peppered with rose petals, flickering white candles around the perimeter, and champagne on ice.
He sets down the light and helps lower me down on the blanket, sitting next to me with an arm wrapped securely around my back as we look out at the dark, sparkling ocean.
“You like?”
I want to be a brat and say I’d rather be in a hotel room getting railed, but this is so sweet and personal that I have to be softer. “Yes, it’s perfect, nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with. Kiss me?”
He removes our jackets and nods, “I always knew I’d live for your lips.
” He doesn’t have to be careful anymore, and it’s like our stolen kiss by the pool, but even better now that we know what this is.
His fingers tug at my ponytail as he moans; his soft lips are everywhere.
His tongue, one scientists should probably study, is on my neck, my ear, and my mouth, kneading my tongue, teeth biting my lip, pulling and teasing.
Jett has driven my vagina to the brink of utter insanity today, and I decide to play around with what will make Keane go wild enough to finally make an appearance.
I think back to a spicy novella Mickie wrote a few years ago to get some ideas.
The relationship in the book had this kind of dynamic, and I remember more than I thought.
I had no idea I’d be into this kinky stuff back when I read it; I just figured I was super horny that day like Mick must have been while writing it.
I pull back. “Thank you for the perfect day, Daddy.”
His pale eyes shift to a dark, forest green. “Is that how you want to play, darling?”
“I’m not sure I know how, but I’d like to try. For you.” For myself. I command my brain to remember every damn detail from that smutty book or else.
He bites on his pouty bottom lip and my brain swims with desire. “Ya sure?” I nod. “Remember, darling, you can tell me to stop if you don’t like me bossing ya-”
“I’m pretty sure I can take a little bossiness, you know what directors are like?”
He stands at the edge of the blanket, adjusting the impressive bulge in his leather. “Then crawl to me. Now, before I lose my god damn mind.”
My heartbeat pulses between my legs as I shift to all fours and crawl to him until I’m on my knees in front of him, back to the water. His ringed knuckles flex like he can’t contain himself. He’s easier to crack than I thought.
“Please, let me show you how much today meant to me. I’m yours, let me prove it to you. Let me please you. You have permission to use me however you wish, from now on.”
I place a hand over his hard bulge, and the guttural growl he releases makes my core ache. He puts a hand over mine, adding more pressure to his straining cock.
“Are you kidding me, Baby? Are you for real right now? You feel what you do to him?”
I whimper. “Yes, sir. Please, let me serve you. I wanna see my effect on him, too.”
Finally, that does it. He undoes the button and yanks the leather off his legs.
I pull down the black boxer briefs and gasp as his hard length slaps against the lower half of his washboard stomach.
I’m small, and Jett isn’t, and the thick, practically carved from marble, perfect length of him makes me drool thinking of how thoroughly he’s going to stretch me.
Keane looks … made for me. Jett is so full of surprises. I expect him to be very typically British and uncut like Ace, but nothing Jett does is expected; that’s a fact. I sigh with relief because not a damn thing about Jett reminds me of Ace now that I see this gift from God.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. He holds the base so Keane’s not on his belly anymore, so I can see everything. It appears Jett’s traded his tongue stud for, instead further south, four studs that encircle the very much cut head of his cock.
“It’s called the magic cross, Baby. Does it scare you?”
My soaked pussy is the complete fucking opposite.
“Do I look scared?” I counter, doing as Mickie’s slutty little main character did, sticking my tongue all the way out, flat, waiting. Ready.
His eyes might as well have flames shooting from them, as he stands so I’m eye level with my gorgeous new boyfriend, Keane.
“Not in the slightest. Good, because this cock is yours. Fuck, Baby, you were right earlier. My bones, my blood, even my DNA knew you were built for me, made for me. Only my daft fuckin’ brain didn’t, kept telling me it was just a futile little crush, that you’d never really want me.
Look at you, Jesus Christ. My beautiful, brave, daring good girl. ”
I moan as loud as I want for the first time today, but keep my mouth still as he slides the head across my tongue.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this for me, I know you’re going to take me so well, take all of me, swallow me down like my perfect babygirl.”
I’m mewling and moaning and absentmindedly undoing my own button and zipper. As Mickie’s character did, I look up at Jett through my lashes for permission before moving my hand below the beltline.
“Only touch over your drenched panties, sweetheart. I want to be the one to make you come tonight. I think I’ve decided on six orgasms for you, but you make such pretty sounds, I might not be able to stop at six.” My blood is boiling, and I’m breaking a sweat at just the thought.
He feeds me another inch and another until the cool metal of the piercings grazes the back of my throat. My moan is so loud it makes the metal studs vibrate through Jett, driving him insane, I know because of the way he shouts, “Baby! Fuck!”
I replace his hand at the base of his cock with my own.
It’s my turn to take over. I slick him with spit from base to tip, then hollow my cheeks and suck in as much of his length as I can, twisting my grip around the base, the few inches I can’t quite fit.
For fun, I remove my hand and attempt to fit every last inch so he can hear and feel me gagging on him.
“Good girl,” he gasps, “that’s my good fucking girl. Your hot mouth has changed Keane’s life, Baby. I can’t imagine how sliding him into your tight, dripping pussy will feel tomorrow.”
I whine around him, loud and desperate, tomorrow!
The wet pussy in question is clenching around nothing at the thought.
I literally can’t wait, and feel like I may die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
My teasing myself over my underwear is only making things worse.
I imagine how that magic cross will feel as it hits deep inside me, and I moan so desperately I taste precum across my tongue, and Jett’s fingers begin to tug on my ponytail just as desperately.
He gently thrusts against my tonsils, swearing and saying my name like a prayer.
“Your mouth is a revelation, Baby, you’re going to make me come so hard, paint your throat, darling, you’d like that?”
“Fuck yes!” I mumble around him, and now he’s losing it. I’m gagging, he’s pulling my hair and praying to any God that will listen. It’s the hottest thing I have experienced in my life, so far.
“God, gods! All of them! The gods made you for me, Baby, I know it. I feel it, I-I’m gonna come down your beautiful throat! P- promise to show me before you swallow.”
His dick is so impossibly hard as a tear rolls from the corner of my eye and I nod as if I have any idea what the hell he’s on about.
Show him? He shouts as his release hits the back of my throat.
I attempt to close it, trapping his release on my tongue.
His body shudders as he curses, “you’re my god damn miracle girl.
Show me, please, princess.” God, he’s so weird, something I most definitely have known all along.
He pulls his otherwordly dick from my mouth with a grip of the base and I carefully present my cum covered tongue to him. He wipes away my tears as a rumble escapes from deep in his throat. “My personal fuckin' heaven. Wanna watch you swallow all of it. Now.”
What is this kink and why is it so hot? I bat my lashes and swallow with a dramatic gulp that makes him moan again and bite a knuckle, his cock twitching.
“Jesus Christ, Baby!” He groans, pulling me onto his lap as he nearly collapses onto the blanket. “That was so hot. Thank you, darling, that was absolutely incredible. That tear, just from the gag reflex? Not ‘cause I hurt you?”
“Right,” I whisper, kissing across his chest.
“Good. Because it’s your turn to come so hard you can’t form a single logical thought, is that all right?”
I nod as he takes off my shirt, bra, ruined panties, pants, all of it. “Please! It should take you about two seconds, given how many hours you’ve been edging me for. That’s what every second of spending time with you is, pure wanting.”
He licks his lips at the sight of my bare everything. “Jesus Christ, is this really all for me, darling?” I flush and nod like crazy. “You mean I can’t spend the next half hour kissing you everywhere? Your body is fucking divine, my moon goddess.”