by Nina Levine
“Come on, you two.” Ryder puts his arm around Jett as he breaks us apart. “Jake is at the bar getting us more drinks.”
4
Jett Reed
I pull Sophia out of the Uber and help her up the stairs as she stumbles a little and giggles. She’s adorable when she’s tippy. Reaching in front of her, I quickly open the door to let us in.
I sense Sofia rise on her toes, pressing herself closer to me.
“Just one kiss, Jett,” I tell myself.
But I respond by wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting her a bit, and crushing her to me. She moans as I crash my mouth to hers and my tongue seeks entry. Hearing her and having her so close makes my blood rush to my dick.
She is so soft and yielding. The smell of her shampoo is intoxicating, and she feels so good against me.
Sofia's hands roam all over my chest. Her fingers run through my hair, lingering at my nape. Her other hand slides beneath the collar of my shirt. I feel as if I’m burning up.
Breathing raggedly, I lower her to her feet and take a step away.
“That was more than just a kiss,” I say, instantly hating myself for stating the obvious. When she doesn't respond, I let her go and turn my back on her.
“Jett…” Her voice is deep and heavy with lust, the same lust that’s coursing through my veins, lust that is throbbing in my cock.
Not able to deny her, I give in and turn toward her, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her off her feet. I half carry her across the room to press her against a wall. My hands are on her hips, hers are pressed to my chest. All I do is stare at her, not saying a word. I stare at her pink lips, swollen from the kiss. Finally, I look her in the eyes.
"Jett..." she says again. But before my name is fully out of her mouth, I crush mine to it and wrap one arm around her small waist, the other going to the back of her thigh before bringing her leg up and lifting her body off the ground. Our bodies now press against each other everywhere. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around my waist, tilting her hips forward to grind against me.
Without breaking the kiss, I press my dick into her heat. I want her to feel how hard she makes me.
She continues to grind against me, almost frantically, making me crazy. I need even more contact. I move my hand, sliding it up her side to her breast. I can’t hold in my groan as she fills my palm. Her tits are perfect—soft and so responsive. She pushes out her chest, making a subdued noise in her throat as her hard nipple rubs against my palm through her shirt. I squeeze it hard as her other hand finds my nape. It sends electric shocks through my body to my cock.
I break the kiss and nibble on her ear. She groans, arching toward me, almost setting us off balance.
To steady us, I move my hands to her ass. Staring into her eyes, I press her closer to my crotch, my hands squeezing her cheeks, moving her up and down on me. The sensation is glorious over my clothes. I nearly come in my pants, imagining how it will feel when I’m finally sheathed inside her.
She lets out a whimper, wrapping one arm around my neck and deepening the kiss. Her other hand makes its way to the front of my shirt, where she expertly pops the buttons.
My legs burn, but the last thing I want to do is stop.
“Bed,” I growl, and she nods.
Without breaking the kiss, I carry her to the bedroom. Her hands are everywhere, trying to undress me, popping each button and pushing at the fabric of my shirt to get it over my shoulders, taking it all the way off. I undo the fly on her jeans, pushing them over the curve of her ass, and breaking the kiss to push them down her thigh. They drop to the floor, and she steps out of them.
We make it to the foot of the bed with me naked from the waist up and her naked from the waist down, a peek of white lacy panties showing from underneath her tee, and her sexy as fuck heels.
My hands find the hem of her shirt, lifting her arms to help her take it off. She's only in her sexy wedding-night lingerie. I stop to take her in, having had no woman look as sexy as Sofia is right now, her cheeks flushed from our kisses. A part of me feels guilty, but I have too much blood in my cock to think with my other brain. I’m still wearing my pants but have managed to kick off my shoes on the way to the bedroom.
We stand there for a second, staring at each other. Taking each other in. I lower my head, watching her face as I do. Her eyes are large, cheeks flushed, lips parted as her chest rises with every excited breath. The combination is intoxicating. She’s the ultimate gift, standing there wrapped in lace ready for me to devour. I continue my descent, my eyes now focused on the creamy flesh spilling out of the top of a low-cut bra, her rosy nipples visible through the fabric, taunting me. I slowly run my tongue over her breast at the top of her bra. My hands work at the clasp of her sexy-as-fuck lingerie as I find her lace-covered nipple, using my teeth to bite down on it. Her back arches, fingers going to my hair, gripping hard as she lets out a long groan. It takes me longer than normal to get her out of this contraption, finally loosening it enough for me to push it down to her waist. But fuck, it was worth it; her tits are perfect. I knew they would be by how they felt in my hands. But seeing them bare is beyond what I imagined, her taut, dusky nipples a contrast to her milky white breasts.
She undoes my belt and zipper, and when she wraps her hand around my hard cock, I hiss out a breath. She starts stroking me, and I release a groan followed by an elongated, “Fuuuck.”
Stepping out of my pants, I lower myself to sit on the bed. Sofia keeps palming my cock, her eyes following the movement of her hand. It feels so good. But as she moves to go down onto her knees, I stop her.
“No, babe, not that I wouldn’t love your lips wrapped around me, but I need to taste you.” I kiss her as I spin her around and lay her down on the mattress. I lower to my knees and pull her hips toward me, so her ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. I spread her legs and kiss her over the tiny piece of lace hiding her sweet pussy from me. I run my tongue over the soft skin of her inner thighs.
“Jett,” she moans.
Lifting my head, my eyes meet hers. “I know, baby.” I pull the lace and rip it off. Running my hand back up her thighs, one of my palms lands on her bare pussy. Applying pressure, I rub in circles, making sure to get maximum friction against her clit. Her body arches and her breathing accelerates, driving her crazy. Feeling her pulse beneath my hand makes my dick harder than it’s ever been.
“Jett, please,” she begs.
Not able to wait any longer, I insert two fingers inside her. Fuck me, she’s so wet and warm.
She gasps and lifts her hips as she contracts around me. In response, I start pumping my fingers in and out, dragging against her inner wall each time I pull out. I need to taste her. Leaning forward, my lips join my fingers, and I start licking her clit. Her moans make me rock hard, and I want nothing more than to ram myself into her and explode. But I want to feel her come first.
I alternate between licking and sucking, my fingers continuing to dart in and out of her. Above me, Sofia grabs the sheets with one hand, the other playing with her breast. She’s so close. Her hips continuously lift up, but my hand on her tummy holds her down as I continue my assault on her sweet pussy.
She fists my hair, shamelessly pressing me farther into her cunt. She’s so responsive and it’s driving me wild. I suck at her clit harder, and I soon feel her walls tighten as she contracts around my fingers, coats my tongue, and screams my name.
“Jett!”
I drink every drop that floods her pussy and give her a few more seconds of sucking as she rides out her orgasm.
Panting, Sofia rises onto her elbows as I crawl onto the bed to lie beside her, my cock waving in the air. Without missing a beat, she takes hold of me, her eyes hooded. As good as it feels, and God does it feel like heaven, I’m ready to blow. And when I do that, I want to be inside her.
I find enough strength and lay my hand over hers, stopping her movements to push her onto her back. She licks her lips as I hover over her body, h
er insatiable hands still gripping my sensitive cock. I move between her legs, spreading them wider, my cock resting on her thigh as I lower my chest, crushing her tits.
“I’m not going to last long, babe; you’re smoking hot.” I lean over to reach a condom and slide it on.
She gasps as I rock my hips, my cock brushing at the entrance to her pussy.
“Oh God.” She bites her lip as she thrusts her hips up. At her actions, I forget to go slow, and I thrust myself all the way inside her.
“Fuck.” My forehead rests on her hers. Her pussy was made for me. “I’m sorry I didn’t go slow. You turn me on so much.”
Her lips meet mine for a quick, rough kiss.
“I don’t want you to go slow.” She starts to move, and I’m lost.
I make long, slow strokes, but she grabs my ass and moves her hips faster. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, and she is so wet. The heat of her tight pussy gripping my cock is almost too much.
“Sofia,” I groan as I slip in and out of her easily. It's glorious.
I change the angle so my hard-on hits her clit with every thrust. I grit my teeth as I feel her about to tighten around me, so I don’t explode right then. I know I’m not going to last much longer, but I was going to try to draw this out as long as possible—being inside her feels that good.
Our eyes connect, and she raises her head to kiss me. The kiss is frantic, and soon, my thrusts mirror it.
Sofia’s hand caresses the back of my neck, the other hand making its way down to where we are joined. She runs her fingers around the base of my cock, then lower to fondle my balls. And that’s when I lose it.
With a few more frantic pumps, my hands on either side of her supporting my full weight, I slam into her with greater force, each hard thrust grinding into her clit as Sofia finds another orgasm.
“Jett,” she screams as her pussy shudders around me.
I explode, emptying into her, aware of nothing else aside from the feel of her pussy around me.
A few minutes, or an eternity, later, I’m still inside her, and my head is nestled on the crook of her neck, her hand caressing my back.
I roll off her, feeling slight pleasure as I slip out.
As my breathing evens, I turn to her. She looks beautifully fucked, so I say, “Just one kiss?”
I twist the lid shut on my coffee travel cup. Lifting the other coffee mug, I make my way into the bedroom. I place it on the bedside table and take a seat on the edge of the bed. Sofia’s blonde hair cascades in a mess across my pillows—she still looks gorgeous even asleep. I’ve never had a woman share my space before, preferring to go to their place so I can take my leave when we're done. And the last thing I need is a piece of ass knowing where I live and coming over, unannounced, whenever they want.
Sofia stirs, her eyes blinking a few times to open slowly, a smile curving her beautiful lips when she sees me.
“Morning,” she says. Her voice is husky, probably from all the screaming she did last night.
I lean forward, my lips coming down on hers, my tongue teasing her lips, pushing my way in. Her arms reach up and tangle around my neck.
I want to pull away before I lose myself in this kiss, in her, but I can’t seem to.
We didn’t get much sleep, both unable to get enough of each other. I could very easily spend the day in bed with her, and I still don’t think I’d have enough of her.
When she moans, I force myself to pull away. I lean my forehead on hers as we both try to catch our breaths. Sofia is a dangerous woman, and her ex is a dick for letting her get away.
I touch my lips to hers, quickly, then sit up. She grabs the sheet, bringing it up to her chin as she shuffles to sit against the headboard.
That’s when she notices my clothes, and when her eyes come back to mine, she asks, “Are you going somewhere?”
I pick up the hot coffee mug and pass it to her. She latches on to it, closes her eyes, and inhales it, smiling before taking a sip.
“Oh my God, this is magic.” She moans, and I’m taken back to last night when she was mewling with pleasure when I had my mouth on her.
I stand, needing some distance before I jump back into my bed and devour her again.
“I need to get to work, I’m already late. I’m downstairs if you need anything.”
“I should probably get out of here.”
“Sofia,” I say, and wait until she looks up at me again. “I’m not asking you to leave. Unless you want to. If you need a place to crash, it may not be much, but you’re welcome to stay. I’ve put some clean towels in the bathroom for you.”
I turn to leave when she calls my name. “Jett”
“Yes, babe.”
“Thank you. For the coffee,” she says. “And for yesterday. You didn’t have to do all you did, but I’m happy it was you who found me.”
“Anytime, princess. Anytime. Phone’s by the fridge, I’ll come to check up on you at lunchtime if I don’t see you down there.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”
Her cheeks blush, and she looks down at the coffee in her hands. Cute.
Jogging down the stairs, I enter the workshop, waving at some of the guys already working on a couple of bikes.
Walking into my office, I halt when I see Declan, my twin brother, sitting behind my desk.
“Declan, what brings you here at the crack of dawn?”
He looks up, grinning at me. My office space is small and messy, but I know where most things are. It used to be cleaner until last month when Paige, our receptionist, had her baby. I’ve been meaning to replace her, but I haven't had a chance yet.
“It’s not the crack of dawn, baby brother.” He makes a show of looking down at his watch. “According to this, I’d say you're rather late today. What does it say to your staff when the boss is late?”
“Fuck off. What brings you here?” I walk around the desk and push off his feet that are resting on it. He chuckles but stands up.
I take a seat, switching on my computer before sitting back in my chair, waiting for Declan to share what’s on his mind.
“You know what you need here? A coffee maker,” he says as he takes a seat on the other side of the desk.
“That’s what Starbucks is for.”
“You’re a dick sometimes, Jett. I’m not talking about some fancy machine, just a basic one. The guys wouldn't have to leave to go get a caffeine hit throughout the day.”
“Okay, Declan, tell me why you're really here.”
He stares me down. “I’m here to pick up some parts for my bike. When I didn't see you, I thought I'd wait for you in here.”
“Not that I don’t love to see you, but I have things to do.”
“For someone who took a hot woman home last night and more than likely got some pussy, you're a pretty grumpy son of a bitch.”
It’s my turn to glare at him. “Declan, my sex life is none of your business.”
“Relax, you haven't been to Roxie’s for a few weeks, then you show up with a hot babe for a bit and then disappear again. You got the boys' tongues wagging.”
“The bunch of you are worse than women.”
“What can I say, we like pussy and love to hear about it too.” His mouth curves up in a grin.
I chuckle as I open up my emails. I scan them for a minute, seeing nothing too urgent.
He stands up. “Okay, I’ll let you get to it.”
“Thanks. Things have been crazy here, which is good for business, I guess.”
“You need some new guys in here helping you. Actually, I may have a guy for you. Tate was talking about his cousin moving down here from up north. Guys a guru with tools, from the way Tate tells it.”
I look up at him. “Send him my way when he gets into town.” I’ve been working my ass off the last few months. Word of mouth has been spreading, and hence throwing more work my way. I have a good team, but we co
uld do with the extra set of hands.
I walk Declan out with a promise to catch up over drinks soon. Making my way to the custom matte Harley, I get to work.
I’m still working on the magnificent beast of a machine when I see a Bentley pull in. We mainly work on bikes with the occasional car, but nothing as pricey as this. The door opens, and a stunning brunette climbs out, showing a heck of a lot of cleavage with not a hair out of place. Not our normal clientele.
“Hello?” she says as she walks into the workshop and looks around.
I stand up and move around the bike. I pull out the rag from my pocket and wipe my hands.
“Hello.”
“I’m here for… um… Sofia,” she says.
“She’s upstairs.” I take a step closer. “I’m Jett. I’d offer to shake your hand but…” I look down at my dirty hands. Her eyes widen and a smile appears on her red lips. As much as she is wearing what you would call gym clothes, her face has makeup so thick I don’t think she stepped foot in a gym.
“Ah, the knight in shining armor. Lovely to meet you, Jett. I’m Maya.”
5
Sofia Winters
“Oh. My. God. Sofia, are all the men here as hot as that hunk of a man down there?” She welcomes the mug of coffee I offer her and takes a seat on the sofa.
I grab mine, then meet her on the other end.
“Come on, tell me everything,” she prompts as I blow on my coffee.
“It hasn’t even been a full day. I haven't exactly been out and about socializing.”
“So…”
“Maya, I don’t know what to say. When I was walking down the stairs in my dress, all glammed up, instead of being happy and excited for the future, I felt as if my life were ending. Things haven't been good with Thomas; they've been strained for a while. I just thought it was a phase, that things would go back to that first year we met. I have turned a blind eye at his cheating escapades in the past. But knowing walking down that aisle would mean a lifetime of being miserable, of being only a trophy wife, I couldn't do it. I saw the exit and, before I knew what was happening, I was out that door.”