Chapter 15
When had things turned from punishment to pleasure?
Jett wasn’t exactly sure, but she was eating it up.
She’d always liked aggressive bed-play, and had rarely found someone who’d deliver with the level of enthusiasm she needed, but Trask didn’t need any direction or prompting, even though she hadn’t been able to hold back her vocalizations.
It seemed all he required was a modicum of verbal encouragement.
Yikes. He was already pushing all her buttons, and then some.
When he abruptly took his mouth and fingers away from her, she almost cried out, but when he spread her legs farther apart, she bit her tongue.
Oh please, oh, please, oh please.
With her ass stinging, she hoped he’d somehow, magically, come up with a condom so he could fuck her from behind.
What Jett got then, but didn’t expect, was the sudden slap to her pussy.
It was sharp, it was on target, and it was mind-blowing.
No one had ever done that to her before, and she felt it all the way to her toes. Her nipples, too. They ached, needing to be pinched, and…
Why not?
Jett moved her elbows out and positioned her hands under her breasts, bringing her needy peaks within her grasp, where she began giving them not-so-tentative rolls while Trask spanked her wet folds again.
He growled from behind her.
“Take your hands away or you’ll regret it. Those are mine,” he ordered.
By now, however, Jett had Trask’s number. If she ignored him and continued her self-stimulation, he’d up her punishment.
A good thing, as far as she was concerned
So she ignored his command and persisted with her self-stim.
“Bad, bad, girl,” he growled.
Jett was able to give one last tug before Trask flipped her again, this time to her back.
What she wasn’t expecting as she stared up at him, was for him to look so…intense.
“You’re in serious trouble now,” Trask warned, his dark eyes smoldering.
Hell, yes.
He dragged her thighs wide before dipping down to bite one labia.
Jett screamed. The feeling was so…intense, but exactly what she craved.
Trask must have sensed her approval, because he continued with teeth and tongue in concert while reaching up to grasp her nipples. He gave them a series of aggressive tweaks that hardened them into diamond points.
Jett’s senses were suddenly on overload.
She panted.
She yelped.
If he didn’t let up, she was going to orgasm faster than she ever had in her life, and…
Okay.
That wouldn’t be a bad thing. Just totally unexpected.
Another heady slap, this time to her clit, and Jett abandoned all thought, finding herself keening…reaching…reaching…
And…
Over the top she flew with a scream.
Higher than she’d ever flown before.
With an intensity that eventually left her rung out.
She went limp, and couldn’t have spoken in the immediate aftermath, even if she’d tried.
Trask had turned her inside out and backwards,
The man was downright lethal.
He sat up as she watched him from hooded eyes, licking her essence off his lips, looking smug for a second before he hid his satisfaction.
All Jett could do was lift her arms at that point, beckoning for her amazing lover to come closer. She wanted the huge cock that was still trapped in his briefs to be deep inside her, and she wanted it now.
The aftershocks lingering, post her mind-altering orgasm, would make his entry epic, and Jett greedily wanted every bit of that.
“Nope,” Trask clipped, his face suddenly shutting down.
Still on his knees, he swiftly backed off the comforter and found his feet landing on the floor at the end of the bed where he glowered down at her.
Jett blinked.
What the hell had just happened? Was Trask…mad?
He certainly looked it. But why? After giving her all that pleasure, he should be extremely pleased with himself and looking for some stimulation of his own.
She gave him a look that she knew was puzzled.
Trask shook his head, but didn’t give her an answer. “It’s time for you to head back to your room and get some sleep,” he snapped.
“What?” Jett managed to rasp, sitting up. “I’m not tired.”
What the hell was going on with him? He’d been all in, and now…he wasn’t?
“We’re finished here,” he told her decisively. “And you’ve seen what happens if you provoke me.”
Uh, yeah. A whole bunch of spontaneous lust.
For her at least. But why should he miss out? Unless he was trying to be an asshole. Which clearly was a huge fail. But if that’s the way he wanted to spin it…
“Right. You’ve made your point,” she told him, her voice languid and her lids at half-mast. “I’m not just sure if you realize that nothing you did was actually a…hardship.”
Understatement.
She continued when he didn’t answer.
“So in return, I’d really like to make you feel good, too,” Jett told him, eyeing his enormous bulge and the wet spot on his briefs that indicated his interest.
Still…
If she hadn’t quite figured it all out before, she had his number, now.
Trask needed to be in charge.
Thus, she appealed to that aspect of him.
“How about this?” She gave him her best, come-hither gaze. “Come fuck my mouth.”
That would put him firmly in the driver’s seat.
If he allowed himself to let go for some fun of his own, her pussy could wait, even though she wanted him inside her so very badly.
His cock twitched beneath the spandex of his briefs, so she knew he wasn’t unaffected by her offer. But still, he backed up a few steps.
“Not happening,” he gruffed.
Oh really?
Trask was about to find out that he’d met his match in stubbornness.
“Fine. I get it,” she answered evenly. “You’re tired. So here’s the plan. Since you’re clearly out of steam, I’ll just sleep here for the duration, then wake you up with a morning blow job.”
His face filled with confusion, which quickly morphed into anger.
Dammit. He’d had time to get his bossy brain back in gear.
Jett knew she only had a few short minutes before she was kicked out of his room. Still, she continued to poke.
“Is that a no?” She quirked a brow at him.
He glowered. “It is. What part of leaving and getting some sleep didn’t you understand?” he snapped back.
“What about being a complete asshole is so appealing to you?” Jett countered. “Listen buddy. You just gave me an epic orgasm and I just want to return the favor.”
Jett knew that the word “buddy” for a control freak, was akin to fomenting an armed conflict. It would certainly have his hackles up.
Trask took one step forward, then managed to get himself back under control.
“Fine. If you won’t leave my room,” he threatened, “then I’ll use yours.”
He turned on his heel, strode to the door, opened it, then slammed it behind him.
“Seriously?” Jett yelled at the partition.
Oh, no he wasn’t.
Quickly tugging her shirt back down to cover all her overly-stimulated parts—including her ass which was pleasantly warm and sore—Jett leaped up and strode after the confounding man, wrenching open the door and reaching him just before he made it into her room.
He turned and snarled.
“What the fuck, Jett. Can’t you take no for an answer? I’m finished with you. Done. I gave you a frigging orgasm. Isn’t that enough?”
Jett felt as if she’d been used and found wanting.
What the hell was wrong with him?
She knew she hadn’t been mistaken that there’d been a connection between them when they’d kissed. And she hadn’t been so out-of-it with lust that she’d missed how into their session on his bed he’d been. So what had crawled up his ass?
Regrets? He had regrets?
Fine. Jett could take a hint.
“Yeah,” she managed to spit out. “Thanks for that. It’s been a while for me, which is why I was so easy.” She wasn’t going to let him know just how long her dry spell had been, but she also wasn’t going to give him credit for his superior skills. His ego clearly didn’t need to be stroked.
“Now if you’ll move,” she hissed, “I’d like to sleep in my own room and you can go back to yours.” She raised her chin and gave him a succinct nod.
He stared at her as if trying to figure out her move, but she didn’t show her hand.
She wanted to snort.
Game over, asshole.
Jett wasn’t one to play where she wasn’t welcome.
“Fine. I’ll see you in the morning,” he replied a little less forcibly, taking a few steps toward his bedroom. “I’d like to get out of here by eight.”
“I’ll set my alarm,” Jett told him, and when he was completely out of her way, she went inside her own room and shut her door behind her with a decisive click.
The minute she was alone, she began dressing.
Her hands shook and that pissed her off. How dare the arrogant man rock her world and then treat her like she’d somehow forced him into sexual servitude. How dare he raise her hopes of there being something between them, then shut it down almost before it had begun.
She didn’t need this crap.
Sitting on the edge of her bed once she had her clothes on, Jett bided her time, seething for the next hour until she was certain that the house was completely quiet.
She cracked her door, glancing at Trask’s room, and when she saw no light underneath that indicated he was awake, she stepped out, go-bag in hand, and tiptoed down the hallway.
A few floor creaks had her pausing, but looking back over her shoulder, she didn’t see signs that she’d woken the beast.
Holding her breath, she made it downstairs and into the kitchen, where she picked up her coat and put it on. It was going to be damned cold out in the middle of the night, but there was nothing she could do about that.
She went out into the mudroom.
“Langly. Tinker. Up,” she beckoned softly.
Both her dogs stared dolefully up at her from their comfortable beds.
“Come on. We’re leaving,” she told them.
Reluctantly, the duo got up, and she retrieved their comfy puffs from the floor. “You can sleep on the flight home,” she told them.
Unlocking the door, she let herself and the dogs outside, then brought up her Uber app.
She’d thought it might be a really long wait, but luckily for her, there was a night-owl driver not too far away who agreed to drive her back to the airport, and they didn’t mind dogs.
Good.
Things were clearly working out just as they should.
Which probably meant she’d been barking up the wrong tree where employment with Diver Downeast was concerned. It had sounded like the perfect opportunity, but with Trask’s attitude, she wasn’t about to risk it.
She’d call the company’s main office once she got back to Portsmouth, and let Sheila, who she regretted not being able to meet, know that she’d changed her mind.
It would probably be a huge relief to Trask.
But screw him and whatever attitude he copped.
Jett hoped he got some shit from his brothers for scaring her away. It was the least he deserved for putting her on such an emotional rollercoaster.
The man was just too uptight for his own good.
Hugging her coat to her body, she watched her dogs do their business in the nearby bushes, then walked them to the end of the long driveway where she waited for her ride.
By the time the headlights made themselves known, Jett’s energy was flagging. She’d only been able to sustain her anger for just so long. And now everything that had happened to her over the past twelve hours or so was finally coming back to bite her.
She yawned widely as the car pulled up, then after getting herself and the dogs in and making small talk for a few minutes, she fell fast asleep.
“Hey. We’re here,” a voice said loudly, making her snuffle and sink further down into her…coat.
Ah, shit. Her coat.
Jett’s eyes popped open.
Everything… Every fucked-up thing came tumbling back into her brain.
Getting gloriously naked on Trask’s bed. Having his tongue and his fingers between her thighs. Enjoying the best orgasm of her life. Him being a giant prick.
Jett sighed, thanked the driver, and got out with her dogs, who were bouncing around now, eager to fly back to Portsmouth.
Jett wished she could say the same.