CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jess
I woke up to the sounds of someone doing something in the kitchen. I quickly glanced beside me and saw that Byron had gotten up before I had. I stretched lazily. My God. The night before had been… a revelation.
Byron had woken me up twice more during the night for sex. He’d taken me roughly from behind once, and then later we’d moved sensually and slowly together for what had felt like hours of pure pleasure.
I’d never been so satisfied. Not even close.
Unbidden, thoughts of Skeeter moved in. I thought of all the times I’d been with him at the MC clubhouse and shuddered.
He’d never raped me; I could say that for him at least. But I hadn’t exactly been excited about sex with him, either.
I just knew it was the life I’d been handed in exchange for making sure Mom was okay.
I’d never let her know that, and I hoped she hadn’t already guessed. She was a smart woman, though.
And then there were all the men at the strip club.
I’d never had to have sex with any of them.
I was so glad that Skeeter’s jealousy had protected me from that.
But I’d had to give blowjobs. Lots of them.
Even though I mainly danced in the VIP room while the other girls performed the sexual favors, Skeeter would send wealthier community members to me. I was who they’d requested.
Often, he would put me in a separate room before bringing in some bigwig.
That’s how I’d come to suck off people who were ‘famous’ around Shitty Wilkins and the surrounding towns.
I’d had to be with mayors, school board members, principals, preachers, even some of my former teachers.
It was awful at first. Demeaning. And then, slowly, I’d gotten used to it.
It had just become a part of my life until I almost hadn’t cared anymore.
I just went to a different place in my head and thought about other things.
Skeeter or Zeke would sit in the room to make sure they hadn’t tried to hurt me or force sex on me.
After a while I got mainly repeat customers, so I’d gotten somewhat used to them.
And I’d known that was just going to be my life.
I’d heard Skeeter laughing about how much money I brought in. Money I would never see.
But at least he made sure Mom was okay, and I hadn’t been sold and trafficked. It was a low bar, but I was still thankful.
And now that awful place had been shut down. I was thrilled just thinking about it. All those girls had been saved, and I could only hope that whoever Enzo had brought in would continue to try and recover the girls who’d been stolen and sold already.
I didn’t like to think about them, but I wouldn’t ever forget them. I hoped to counsel survivors of trafficking after I got my degrees and licensure.
But that was a long way away.
First, I was going to enjoy this time with Byron and be grateful that I’d ended up with such a wonderful man. For however long I had him.
And, from the delicious scents coming from the kitchen, I could tell he was a good cook, too.
I stretched again, banishing all negative thoughts and memories as best I could. I just wanted to enjoy being with Byron.
I got out of bed and put on a silky robe. I’d been shocked when I’d explored Byron’s condo and found that Madeline had stocked a huge walk-in closet with an insane amount of designer clothing. I’d found everything from Lululemon to Gucci, and I really could barely even wrap my head around it.
I found some slippers to put on, and then I headed to the kitchen to see Byron.
“You’re up,” he said, smiling at me. His dimple flashed, and I swear he was so good-looking it almost took my breath away.
He was shirtless and wearing low hanging gray sweatpants.
Because of course he was. His body was… insane.
His skin was smooth and brown, his muscles were big, but they weren’t bulky.
He was a huge guy, but he was cut. He had to have very little body fat at all.
And he was just as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside.
I couldn’t believe I got to be with him.
“Yep.” I was dazed almost speechless. “Sorry. I mean, yes. I slept so good last night.” I gave him a shy smile. “When I was sleeping, that is.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “I slept well, too. But it was the not sleeping part that I liked the best. By far.” He winked. “So, do you like waffles?”
“Does anyone not like waffles?” I walked over and sat on a tall barstool in front of his kitchen island. It was huge, with a workspace on one side and a space for people to eat on the other.
“I have yet to meet anyone who doesn’t,” he said. “Maple syrup or whipped cream and strawberries?”
“Whipped cream and strawberries,” I said, watching with amazement as he poured homemade batter into a waffle maker. Mom wasn’t the best cook. The waffles I’d had growing up were the frozen, store-brand kind.
I looked on the counter and realized that he had the ‘real’ maple syrup. It was the kind from Canada, not the kind you could get for a couple of bucks that was mainly sugar water with maple extract. I’d never had the real kind before.
“Um… could I have two waffles? One with the maple syrup and one with the whipped cream and berries?”
He looked up and grinned at me. “Baby. You can have anything you want.”
Melt. I was going to melt. How was he so sweet? He was huge and cut and looked like he could be an action star in a movie. And he was smart, kind, sweet, and so good in bed he made me crazy from wanting him.
“Thanks,” was all I said.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked.
“We could go to the beach, we could go for a bike ride or a hike, we could go shopping or out to a nice restaurant, we could go visit Nadine and Reynolds… whatever you want.” He leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss.
“Or we could stay around here, and I could come up with different ways to make you scream my name all day.”
The last one. I wanted to do the last one. But would that make me look sex-starved or something? I bit my lip. “Maybe we could… do the last one?”
He took a deep breath. “I knew I was in love with you.” He glanced around the kitchen.
“Hold on a second.” He turned some things off and walked over to me.
He lifted me off the stool as if I weighed nothing and plopped me on the island.
He pushed my legs open, and I put my hands behind me to support me.
He pulled a stool in front of me and sat on it, then he bent over and pushed my thighs further apart with his large hands.
He started licking me slowly, rhythmically, never going faster or slower, just taking his time.
“God, you taste so fucking good. I’ll never get enough of you. ”
I moaned as he continued to work his tongue through my folds and around my clit, flicking and sucking it gently before continuing his slow exploration.
I gasped when he suddenly filled me with two large fingers, moving them in and out in time with licking my clit over and over again.
I moved my hands to his head and began rocking my hips against his face.
I couldn’t help myself. He was making me wild.
“Byron,” I pleaded. “Make me come.”
He didn’t say anything, but his eyes locked with mine as he licked me steadily. He added another finger, and I squirmed as it took me a moment to adjust to the added size. Then he sucked my clit as his fingers began moving faster and faster inside me.
“Oh God,” I screamed as the climax that had been building hit me in waves, my body shaking with the power of it as I came completely undone under his ministrations.
He didn’t ease up, either. Just as I thought the orgasm couldn’t possibly last longer, he extended it by licking and sucking in exactly the right spot.
“Byron,” I barely made a sound as I gasped out his name. I couldn’t. My body was almost convulsing, vibrating with the strength of the release.
Finally, he pulled his mouth away but wrapped his arms around my waist. He could tell I was completely spent. He carried me to the bed and laid me down.
I gazed at him, drunk on what he’d done to me. I could barely move, but I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. “What can I do for you?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do anything, baby. You can just lay here while I finish breakfast.”
“Byron.” I glanced at the huge bulge in his pants pointedly. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He got a sexy smirk on his face. “Anything?”
I nodded.
He pulled his sweatpants off, and I saw that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He grasped his cock and stroked himself roughly a few times. “Open your robe.”
I did what he asked.
He closed his eyes briefly when he saw my body and stroked himself harder.
“Jesus. You are so fucking gorgeous. I know you have to have heard this before, but I’m obsessed with your breasts.
I can barely take my eyes off them. Whether I was watching you strip or looking at you in a designer gown, they’ve made my mouth water. I love them.”
My face turned a little pink. I had a clue where this was headed. I’d hated it when Skeeter had fucked my tits. But Byron? Oh my God, I wanted him to.
I folded my arms under my breasts, purposely lifting them up and together for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He moved onto the bed and laid beside me for a minute. He held one breast in his big hand, rubbing and pulling the nipple, while he suckled the other one. I started breathing hard, unintentionally letting out little gasps of delight.
“I love how responsive you are, baby.” He continued working on me until I was getting wet all over again.
“I’d love to fuck these,” he said, his light brown eyes meeting mine as his hands pushed them together and up. He sucked in a breath at how they looked.
I got a small grin on my face. “I kind of thought that was the direction you were leaning in.”
He got up and moved to his bedside table, opening a drawer and getting out a bottle of lube.