Chapter 22 #2
“No!” I huff. “I need that tongue like I need oxygen!” He laughs, but insists on kissing and licking my breasts while teasing fingers through my slick desire. He brushes his fingertips at my entrance. “Want my tongue … here?”
“Up!” I hiss and he laughs.
“Oh, you mean…” They brush over my clit, again and again, “Here?” My hips buck off the blanket, and he should just take that as a yes! “Mmm, I see, you want my tongue here.” He taps my clit, and my hips jump again. “And my fingers here?” he asks, swiping at my entrance.
I’m panting now. “I mean I’d prefer Keane there but, fingers, sure!”
He chuckles darkly, I blink, and his head is between my thighs.
Two fingers slide into me, and that insane tongue is lapping lazily at my clit.
I wasn't exaggerating, I'm already close. I can barely get out a sentence. “When you’re on stage and the girls are—shit! Screaming and you stick your tongue out and—”
His tongue starts flicking as fast as it was in my mind, and I’m yanking at his hair, and fuck, I’m screaming his name already. My eyes screw shut.
“Jett! Jett, I’m—” I whine and convulse with pleasure as the release hits me like a Mack truck. I have never come this fast or hard before; it feels like my brain is doing lazy somersaults through outer space or something. Amazing.
“One,” he says against my sex. He crooks his fingers, and the tongue is even faster this time, and my thighs are shaking, and just like the thirst tweets warned, I may squirt. His tongue stills, but his fingers are relentless. “That’s it, let go, Baby, let it all go. I've got you.”
As soon as his tongue starts again, “Oh my fucking God!” My vision goes white with blinding pleasure while I soak the blanket, Jett’s face and fingers. I am so out of breath, but manage, “I don’t even,” ragged breath, “think I’ve done that before.”
He sneers with a little huff. “Stupid wanker exes. What kinda name is Tate, anyway? Ace? Fucking knobs! Two…” And even the slow lapping matched with the fast fingers does it for me. My whole body is shaking, back arched off the blanket.
“Fuck I love being yours, Jett Raven. Oh my God, baby, I—” My orgasm feels like I'm floating around in some other nirvana-like dimension until I hear Jett talking and snap back into my body.
“Never called me that yet. Quite liked it. Three…”
He releases his fingers from me and reaches up to give me that finger necklace while his tongue flicks faster than a hummingbird flies. “Daddy!” I make sounds like a woman possessed as my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh, darling, that was like how you did it in the café, so fucking sexy. Call me that when I fuck you tomorrow. Four…” He pulls me up into his lap and kisses me deeply.
He takes his magic cross and presses it to my clit, rocking it against me.
Jett has to hold me up as I lose control, soaking his hard, beautiful cock. “Five…”
“I dunno, the sixth one, I’m not sure—” I babble, “I don’t think I—”
“You can and you will, Baby.” Jett pulls me over the top of him as he lies flat on his back, adjusting me until my soaked cunt is hovering inches from his face.
His breath ghosts over my overstimulated bundle of nerves as he starts tickling his fingernails lightly over my sex, and I’m already shaking uncontrollably. From hardly anything.
“That’s it, Baby, oh that’s it, honey, yeah.
Come all over my face, I need it.” He starts fucking me with his tongue, and that is all I need.
He grips my hip to keep me from falling.
I scream and shake and give in to the bliss, and when my muscles start to give out, he gently lowers me down to curl up to his side.
“Six. You did so well, Baby.” He strokes the side of my face.
I honestly can’t even talk, and it takes me what feels like forever to get my heart rate down.
“Did Daddy pick a good number?” he hums with one of my curls twisted around his finger.
He sees my wet eyes and looks panicked, “Oh fuck, I overstimulated you. Darling, are you all right?”
“What? Oh, sorry, not overstimulated. I’m boneless! I’ve just…” Oh Lord, here come the tears. “I’ve never had anyone care to bring me pleasure like that, Jett.”
He wraps me in his arms tightly and rubs my back, but I feel a vibration of anger under his skin.
Not towards me, obviously, my exes, surely.
Am I concerned Jett may actually knock Ace’s light out next time he’s in London?
I mean, I don’t want Jett thrown in jail, but I’m not going to lie, that would be so satisfying.
“Baby, sorry, that makes me really bloody angry,” he admits, drying my face with the back of his hand. “You are worth what I just gave you plus infinity more, you know that?” I shrug, and he frowns. “Maddy Morningstar could spit in my mouth and I’d still beg her to sit on my face.”
Okay, that makes me laugh. Jett is repeating a thirst tweet from earlier.
God, that feels like it was days ago now.
“My head is filling up with plans, and they all revolve around you, Mads, and you are worth the fucking world, all right? Wanna tell you about them now, but I think we might want to go up to the house and shower first. We may have sand in unmentionable places.”
That makes me snort, but he’s probably right. “I am not struggling back into that leather! Did Dad promise to turn off the cameras?”
Jett exhales, “He did. Thank fuck!”
We blow out the candles, gather our clothes, blanket, and champagne, and run naked to the car.
We head up the hill a few hundred feet, park the car, and run into the house before our neighbors spot us.
The beach house is sleek and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows.
It’s very hip, unlike my parents’ house, but I love it here.