Chapter 27
Maddy
“Okay, they’re definitely all asleep now. Dare you to take your swimsuits off!”
That was quite an easy dare; they all went flying on the deck behind us with a splat.
“Truth or dare?” Mickie asks me with giddy glee in her voice as she splashes me in the face with hot tub water. I haven’t seen her excited like this in years. She’s wrapped in the arms of one of the hottest men I have ever seen, other than mine, of course, so she better be.
“Dare.” I grin and splash back as Jett gently teases Keane against me, and I grind just slightly on his lap.
“Dare you to cut the camera footage and grab that Jacuzzi-approved lube.”
“Mickie!” I gasp. Never in my life have I expected to hear a sentence like that from her. “I already cut the camera! Jett has the lube under his towel right over here.”
“Oh shit. Okay!”
I really can’t believe my BFF and I are about to have sex in the same hot tub. I feel like I’m breaking ten different laws. I’m going to have to somehow drain this tub tomorrow without my family noticing. Jesus.
I think my boy is tired of playing games when he stares Mick down. “Dare you to turn around on Silas’ lap and tell him what you really want him to do to you. You deserve to have as much fun as your characters, for a change.”
Mickie does as she's told and turns to face Silas while Jett spins me around to face him, wrapping my legs around his back. He throws Silas a bottle of lube and the little pink bone gag for Mick to bite on.
“Don’t make her scream too loud, mate, Lola’s room is…” Jett points to the nearest corner of the house, third floor, thankfully, “right there, and she’ll throw an epic fit if we wake her.”
He pulls the pink heart gag out of his towel. “Ready to take a bite out of my fucking heart, darling?” he growls low in my ear, and now I’m ready to bark like a damn dog in heat.
“Please, gag me, Daddy,” I whine into his ear, and he wastes no time strapping the pink leather over my jaw.
“Good girl, you don’t want to wake them, this is something no one needs to see …
except maybe the four of us … whenever we want?
When I’m lonely on tour … when you or Mick get horny on set?
” It takes my brain a second to register he’s toying with the night sight mode on his camera app. Again, frantic nodding.
He asks Mickie and Silas, promising the recording will be encrypted so none of us can share it.
More enthusiastic nodding from the other side of the hot tub, and I’m so turned on I moan at the thought of rewatching it when I’m freezing in the North, dreaming of Jett.
He props up the phone while I mess with the panel behind us, leaving only one tiny light on for the recording, all the other pool deck lights shut off, plunging us into near darkness.
I turn the jets on their super setting to help drown out our naughty noises from reaching the house.
That’s when Jett and Silas stand, us girls wrapped around their waists, one hand on our asses, the other squeezing enough waterproof lube on their cocks to last a marathon.
Sliding in to not waste a drop, Mickie is already moaning loudly as she takes all of Silas as they sit back into the water.
I can't help but listen in, my neck cranes to get a side eye view.
He taps her gag, “Show me how quietly my good girl can moan, that’s it. Creator of worlds, master of her kingdoms, it’s time to let go of control for now, sweetheart.”
I moan at those words in Silas’ ridiculously sexy accent, and Jett taps my gag, speaking low enough for just me to hear.
“Quieter, Princess. Eyes on me.” He sits down in the water with me on his lap, while I hover over his first few inches.
“You feel so good on my cock, Baby. I want you seated on me like that forever. So pretty like that, totally unable to be a brat. I could call you my needy, desperate, subby little slut, and you’d just have to accept it. ”
I try to moan quietly, biting hard on the pink silicone, but then I sink my weight fully onto Keane’s cross, and Jett has to cover my mouth, even while gagged, to stop the scream threatening to escape.
I’ve never had an ounce of desire to be slutty until I realized I could be the world’s cutest, naughtiest rockstar’s little slut. Just for him and him alone.
“Darling, I’m beginning to think you can’t handle the cross; maybe I should get it taken out.”
“Uh uh, uh uh,” I protest, and he looks like he’s going to absolutely destroy me.
I’m thanking the heavens for this lube because I can still feel him from how well he fucked me this morning.
He grabs my ass, pressing against me tightly, and flips over so he can rail me, hand clamped over my adorable but somewhat useless gag.
Pounding me against the seat, I see stars, the man-made kind.
The sounds of Mickie’s throaty moans, and Silas saying, “Shh, Babygirl, let go, I’ve got you,” fill the boiling sex cauldron we’ve just about cooked ourselves in.
I wonder if these two best mates went to kink classes together or something, if they've done this together before. I question if this feels normal to my boyfriend, the world’s most bangable rockstar.
To me, and I’m assuming my bestie, too, it’s the most insane thing I’ve ever done, and it makes me feel just as insane.
Thank fuck I can’t say what I’m thinking because it’s otherworldly level unhinged.
It’s fuck HBO, my body got used to my birth control and my sexy boyfriend with perfect rock genes let his sperm swim so deep he knocked me up and I’m never coming back to North England again unless my man’s grandmother is dying or something and he wants me to come meet her on her deathbed.
The words can’t come out, thank God, but I do want so badly to express to Jett how completely he’s changed my life in the last week.
To tell him he's made me feel like I’m worth so much more, am so much more than just that crazy rockstar’s drama queen daughter.
All I can do is lock eyes with Jett and give my best, whining, mewling, pornstar sounds right in his ear, instead.
“You’re my fucking destiny, Princess Aerin. Princess Morningstar. Stop worrying, Baby. You really think I’m gonna own this perfect, princess pussy and settle for some second-rate foof just because I’m bored on tour?”
“Uh uh,” I whine through my gag. “No, nuh uh!”
The lack of bratty back talk makes Jett equally unhinged.
What can I say, rockstars like to have the floor.
“You’re fucking mine, angel. I’m not sharing you with anyone, and I’m not letting anyone touch Keane ever again unless it’s me or you or a fucking doctor.
I will make that Asshole Archer fight me to touch you again, acting or otherwise, because you.
Are. Mine.” He slams into me to punctuate each word of ownership, and it pushes me to the edge.
He puts his thumb on my clit, and I scream, hand clamping over my mouth harder as my release explodes over all my senses, his cross showing me other galaxies and orbits of pleasure. I’m thrashing against my watery pillow as I slowly find my way back to reality, back to him.
“I can’t take it when you come on my cock like that, Princess. Can I pretend your pills failed and you’re making me a daddy for real?”
“MMMMHMM!” I moan so loud he clamps his lips over mine and moans into my mouth.
This particular kink makes zero sense for a twenty-six-year-old rock god, let alone a selfish, twenty-five-year-old nepo baby.
Just like throwing away every plan I had for my life so I can feel Jett this deep inside me makes no sense.
My brain is too floaty to question any of it right now.
“Good, because you’re the only princess that deserves to be—ah, fuck, filled with my seed, Baby … please let me fill you, make me a daddy, please, darling—”
Jett lets out a pornographic moan and tugs my ponytail roughly as he explodes inside me.
Watching his eyes roll back as he groans and shudders doesn't just give me an aftershock of pleasure.
It gives me purpose. I don't know why, but seeing him like this for me makes the total upheaval of my entire life plan completely, one thousand percent worth it.
He removes my gag and begins to pepper my ear, my neck, my jaw with kisses and compliments about how proud he is, how I have no idea how well I take him.
Behind Jett, there’s plenty of moaning and splashing, but no screaming. I guess not everyone can have a man with their dick pierced in four places, and for that and about a million other things, I am grateful.