Being a Jett Girl

by Meghan Quinn

  Jett: Little one, did I tell you that I had a dream last night that you were spread across my desk, arms and legs strapped down so you couldn’t move and I had that delectable pussy of yours for dinner?

  I gulped as my lady lips started to tingle with need. It’s been two days and I felt like I was going to crumble into dust from the strong need I had for him.

  Goldie: Hungry? Maybe have yourself a little sandwich to put a dent in that appetite of yours.

  Jett: I’ll always be ravenous for you.

  Goldie: If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to flirt with me.

  Jett: I don’t need to try, little one.

  God, a couple of text messages and I was heated up to the point that I was about to head off to my bedroom to take care of my burning need.

  Goldie: Do you know how horny I am? It’s kind of ridiculous the need for you that is running through me.

  Jett: Patience, little one. I promise the wait will be worth it.

  Goldie: I’m not a very patient person. When I have something in my head, I want it right then and there and all I can think about is that beautiful cock of yours running up and down my slick pussy.

  “I thought I told you to get us drinks,” Diego said as he walked into the kitchen, making me jump three feet in the air and drop my phone.

  “Jesus Christ!” Holding my heart I looked down at my phone that now had a cracked face. “Great!” I said with sarcasm. “Look at what you mad me do. My phone is broken.”

  “It’s not broken, it’s cracked. It just looks ugly now and it’s not my fault. Stop sexting your little boy toy and pour us some drinks.”

  “I wasn’t sexting him!” I lied while I grabbed cups.

  “Yes you were. I can tell by the way your upper lip is sweating.”

  Wiping frantically, I said, “It is not.”

  Clapping his hand together loudly, he laughed as he sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed a piece of pizza. “God, you’re too easy.”

  “You wish. If I was easy then you wouldn’t be popping a chubby every time I walked by, you would have me in your bed, panting and screaming your name.” I acted out what I would do as I held on to my breasts and put on a good show, rivaling Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. When I straightened up and brushed my hair to the side, I smiled at the dumbfounded look on his face, grabbed a piece of pizza and took a big bite.

  “Thank God I was able to record that. I’ll be using that later tonight.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

  Slapping my pizza back on the box and reaching for his pocket, I said, “You did not get that on your phone.” I fondled his pants for his phone as he sat back and let me try to find it.

  “A little to the left sweetheart and you’ll hit gold.” A little to the left would have been his crotch and there was no way I was going there.

  “Give me your phone.”

  He laughed as he handed it over. “I didn’t record it. Paranoid much?”

  I looked down at his phone and the picture on his wallpaper was of a melted fleur de lis, kind of like the one that was on his back that I saw, at least one of his tattoos.

  “What’s this?” I asked, showing him the picture.

  He grabbed the phone from me and said, “Nothing you need to worry about.”

  “What, are you part of some kind of secret gang?” I joked.

  Not making eye contact with me, he sat back and grabbed another piece of pizza. “Something like that.” My phone chimed, letting me know that Jett texted me back. He nodded at my now cracked phone and said, “You might want to see what lover boy wants. I’m going to go work on some things. I’ll catch you later.”

  “You know it’s only going to eat you alive by holding it all in,” I called over my shoulder.

  He turned and smiled at me. “The only thing eating me alive are those killer tits of yours. One flash, Goldie. I promise I won’t tell Jett.” He held on to his heart.

  The serious moment was quickly removed from the air, and was replaced with humor and flirtation, classic Diego. That was his way of telling me to drop the topic because he wasn’t going to get into it.

  “Get real. I would never give you the pleasure of seeing my tits,” I said while grabbing them.

  His tongue ran around the outside of his lips as his heated gaze lit me up. “Don’t play with fire, Goldie. Cup your breasts in front of me one more time and see what happens. I would never cross Jett but there is only so much a guy can take.”

  He got turned on from a breast cup? When I looked down, I saw that my shirt rode awfully low and he got a great view of about seventy five percent of my tits, yeah, that would do it.

  “Ooops, didn’t notice the short neckline.” I smiled.

  “Like fuck you didn’t.” He shook his head and walked away while calling out, “You’re driving me to an uncomfortable state, Goldie.”

  “Get a woman!” I called out.

  I looked down at my phone and tried to read Jett’s text but couldn’t see it so instead I called him.

  The phone rang once before his smooth southern voice filtered through my ears.

  “Hello, little one. What brings me such pleasure of hearing your voice in the middle of the day?”

  “God, you’re so formal. Who says stuff like that anymore?” I teased.

  “Only a true gentleman.”

  “Is that what you consider yourself? I didn’t think gentlemen stuck their heads in between ladies legs and sucked on their clit for hours.”

  “Hours?” He lightly laughed. “Don’t give yourself such credit. You know damn well when I have that little clit of yours in your mouth you’re coming in seconds.”

  Zing, zap, flappity flap flap…my pussy was drenched and calling out for Jett’s cock.

  “Down girl, self-respect,” I murmured as I patted my crotch.

  “What’s that?” Jett asked.

  “Nothing.” I covered up.

  “Is there a particular reason why you’re calling or did you just want to hear me talk dirty to you?”

  “As much as I love your sexy voice bringing me to the brink of orgasm, I wanted to let you know that I cracked my phone screen and can’t read your text messages so I won’t be able to answer—”

  “I’ll have a new one sent over immediately,” he interrupted me.

  “No, that’s okay. I’ll run out tomorrow to get one, I just wanted—”

  Not letting me finish he said, “I’m having one sent over right now.”

  “Is that necessary?” I grew a little frustrated.

  “Yes, it is. I want to be able to get in touch with you anytime and anyway possible. I think you fail to realize that hearing from you, even if it is just a text message refuels me. It pushes me to keep moving forward. I crave to hear from you, little one. I need to hear from you in order to keep my head on straight.”

  “Oh,” I said like an idiot. It was hard to follow up with an intelligent comment when he turned my head into mush.

  “I’ll be sure to have everything transferred over to your new phone.”

  “Thank you, Jett. You didn’t have to. I was more than capable of grabbing a new one tomorrow.”

  “It’s my job to take care of you. When you wear my collar and call me yours, then that means I’m responsible for you no matter what happens. I’m glad you called to tell me. I would have been upset with you if you went out to get your own phone tomorrow. I know it can be difficult at times, but let me take care of you, Goldie. It’s all I have that I can truly give you.”

  My gut twisted from his admission.

  “That’s not true, Jett. I don’t need your money, I don’t need your protection, what I need is you. Your brain, your heart, your soul, that is all that matters to me, even if you want to believe differently. I just need you.”

  “You’re so different,” Jett admitted as he let out a long pent-up breath. I could just see him now, leaning in his office chair, looking out his third floor window,
contemplating what I said. “No one has ever wanted me for just who I am, besides my mother.”

  “Well, I’ve been lucky enough to see inside the thick veneer that you cover yourself up with. I’ve been able to break into it and see you for who you really are and I’m addicted, Jett. I want more of you every day. I want all of you.”

  “I know, little one. In time, you will have all of me. In time.”

  I hated that. I hated that I had to continue to be patient. I didn’t understand why we just couldn’t’ be with each other. Because some jack off decided to make it his mission to threaten Jett? What a pathetic person. Like they don’t have better things to do with their lives?

  Instead of running my frustrations through Jett, I took a deep breath and said, “Well, I’m going to finish my pizza and then head back to the gold room to paint. It’s so gorgeous, Jett, it’s my favorite room here.”

  “Gold is your color, always has been,” he said. “Please take a picture for me. I would love to see the talented artwork you’re putting together for Diego. Your fine artistic touch has always amazed me, from the very first time I saw you.”

  “I will,” I said, flattered.

  “Thank you. Be good, little one. I’ll call you tonight.”

  We hung up and I smiled to myself at the luck I had for landing such an amazing guy.

  After I finished my pizza, I boxed up the rest and put it in the fridge. I started to head to the gold room when there was a knock on the back door. I looked around for Diego, but he must have been into whatever was going on earlier with him, so I went to the back door and opened it.

  A courier held out a package to me and then walked away. I looked down and saw my name written in green lettering in Jett’s chicken scratch. I smiled to myself as I realized the man was on his game.

  Inside the package was a new phone but this one had a slim green case on it and a screen protector. The green case was beautiful with encased jewels and was way too much for a phone case but I understood the message Jett was sending. I understood it quite clearly.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  “Wicked Games”

  Lo

  Music beat through the thin walls of my bedroom as I sat up in my bed. I took a look at the clock on my night stand and saw that it was past eleven. Grabbing my phone, I saw that I had three missed calls from Jett. I must have dozed off after I took a shower. Painting such intricate designs for a long period of time took a lot of mental strength so by the time I finished, I was ready to pass out.

  I contemplated calling Jett back but the music flowing through the walls had me intrigued so I set my phone down, put on my slippers and eased out of my bed. I was a curious person at heart and it usually got me in trouble, hence seeing Kace’s dingy dong but I couldn’t help it. I needed to get in trouble. It’s what I did.

  I slipped out of my room and followed the music to the main stage where all the acts of the club would be taking place. Diego didn’t talk much about the acts or dancers as he put it so my curiosity grew stronger as the music grew louder the farther down the hallway I traveled.

  Silently, I peeked around the corner to get a good look at the center stage and saw Diego sitting in a chair, watching something at the top of the ceiling.

  When I looked up, I saw crimson fabric wrapped into a cocoon shape dangling from the ceiling. My gaze turned back to Diego who was moving to the beat of the music. He was shirtless, wearing only a vest over his broad mocha chest that showed off the perfect cut of his muscles. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were open at the waist, displaying a sexy trail of hair that led to his waistline. His abs rippled under the movements he was making with his torso, causing my mouth to water. When I pulled my eyes off his abs, I took in his face and saw that he was wearing black eye-liner, making his gray eyes pop out even more, giving him an almost sinister look. His appearance was pulled altogether with a worn out top hat that sat crookedly on his head. He was liquid chocolate waiting to be licked.

  The music picked up and I saw his body tense as he continued to look up. Clearly I was just showing up at the right time for a show, so I sat down in the hallway, which thankfully was dark since the only light that was showing was one spotlight on Diego.

  I had a great view that was just close enough to see the glorious bulge in Diego’s pants but far enough way to remain undetected. I was in for a treat. I rubbed my hands together and got ready for a show.

  With the blare of a bass rocking through the speakers, the lights switched off and red laser beams shone down from the ceiling at the same time the cocoon started to unravel from the top. Multiple pieces of fabric fell down with the cocoon, showering the room with waves of crimson. The lights beamed off the fabric, giving off a dramatic effect, making it almost seem like there was a shower of red falling from the tall ceilings.

  Once the unraveling stopped, Diego stood, with his pants hanging low and walked over to where a now dangling woman hung from the fabric.

  “Where the hell did she come from,” I mumbled to myself as I continued to watch, completely entranced.

  She was breathtaking. Wearing only a red bra and thong, she hung with her legs tangled in the fabric, holding herself up with her arms stretched over her head as she dangled right above the floor.

  The moment Diego reached the girl, his hand ran from her crotch, across her stomach and up to her bra where with a flick of his fingers, it was undone and her breasts fell out of the tight constraints.

  “Holy hell.” Her tits were perfect. If I floated down Tuna Canoe River, I would have totally had a lady-gasm from watching her tits sway with the ribbon. There was no way those were real.

  Her hair was in a bun on top of her head but that was the next thing to go as Diego’s hand fisted her hair and yanked out the clip to release it. Long, brown locks flowed toward the floor and swung with her movements.

  Walking slowly around the dangling woman, Diego took his time, taking in every last inch of her. I was so confused as to what I was watching. Was he practicing an act? Or was this some of the kink he was talking about?

  When the music changed with a dramatic beat, her hands hit the ground and she did a handstand as Diego snapped the fabric and she was freed. Right then, I knew they were practicing, their movements were too fluid and too on point with the music to not be practicing, unless they had some kind of robot sex. If they were having robot sex, then I was sticking around for that because I wanted to see what kind of freak magic it took to keep up with acting like a robot during sex.

  I found my toe tapping to the music as the girl balanced on her hands, tits falling forward and showing off her ass.

  Now standing in front of her again, Diego grabbed one of the drapes and lowered it to her grasp where she gripped it. Diego grabbed two more drapes and when he pulled down on them, the girl’s body flew out from under her, causing her to do a summersault while the fabric she was holding on to brought her up into the air. Like a fucking magician, Diego had her legs wrapped separately in two different drapes and in seconds she was hanging from the ceiling, her back to the ground with her legs spread wide apart.

  I wanted to clap as they dazzled me with their laser beams and fancy ribbon tricks. I was captivated.

  The girl’s chest heaved as Diego stood between her legs and moved his hands from her feet to her inner thighs. With one quick pull, her thong snapped off and was thrown to the side like a damn whip sprouting off her body.

  An inner pulse started to take place in my core as things started to get intense. Was this what Jett meant by dancer? Was he covering up and not telling me that they were sex-abitionists? Why he would cover that up, I had no clue. Maybe he didn’t want me to be intrigued, well, too late because I was.

  The music continued to pump as Diego’s mouth started to ride up and down her thighs, getting closer and closer to that sweet spot that had me shifting on the floor. Her body writhed to the timing of the music, getting me hotter than I could imagine. I wasn’t much to watch porn but ri
ght now, this exquisite show of nudity, lights and music had me breathing heavy and aching for one man’s hands to find my own.

  I watched as Diego’s hands ran up the length of her body and gripped her tits. Her back arched to impossible curves, exposing her wet pussy for all to see. It glistened in the reflecting lights and I knew that she was just as turned on as me, probably even more since she had Diego’s strong hands running along her body.

  With precision, he grabbed her hair from underneath her, forming her body into almost a circle, she was that flexible and then hovered right above her pussy while he licked his lips and prepared to dive in. From the side, I could see a bit of Diego’s erection and I swear I saw his tip poking out the top of his boxer briefs. Was it the tip? I didn’t know. I leaned on all fours and reached my neck out to see if I was right. His hips swayed with the music and when he turned my way, I was rewarded with a view that I was expecting. His erection was poking out to say hi.

  I started to pant from the scene unfolding in front of me. I leaned forward some more to get a better look, to watch Diego’s mouth cascade down upon the girl. His tongue darted out and I waited in anticipation for when it hit the girl’s clit, trying to control my erratic breathing and stay hidden.

  “Should you be watching this right now, Lo?” came Kace’s whispered voice from behind me, making me fall flat on my stomach and stifle a shriek from being startled out of my ever-fucking wits.

  He grabbed me by the ankles and dragged my body farther into the hallway so we didn’t disturb Diego’s practice. When he let go of my legs, I stood up and swatted him in the shoulder.

  “What the hell are you doing scaring me like that?”

  “What the hell are you doing watching Diego practice? I thought you were told to stay away from that.”