“He really liked George.”
“Of course he would,” I mutter, knowing if she were my kid, I’d want her with someone who’s not threatening in any way possible, especially sexually. “Go, Lily, before I make you stay.”
She giggles again as she leans over, kissing my cheek. “Bye, baby,” she whispers, calling me by the term for the first time.
I force myself to keep my hands at my sides, not grabbing her and hauling her back against me. “Until later,” I say, promise lacing my voice.
She’s gone a moment later, leaving me in the room with my cock still hard and the taste of her on my lips. The door opens again, and I turn, seeing Gigi staring at me.
“You good?”
I nod.
“She good?”
I nod.
She smiles. “Perfect,” she whispers before her gaze locks in on my pants and the tent I’ve no doubt popped. “Looks like it went better than good.”
“Get out of here,” I tell her, pushing the door closed before she can say something else.
I wait five minutes, hearing footsteps move past the room before I turn the handle, poking my head out. There’s no one around, but I can hear the murmur of their conversation.
“How’s it going with Jett?” Izzy asks.
“Oh, good,” Lily replies, and I take a step toward the waiting area, knowing it’s not my place to listen.
“Just good?” Gigi asks. “You sure about that?”
“Shut up,” Lily tells her. “It’s just good.”
“What’s good?” Lily’s father asks, and that’s when I hurry my steps, not wanting to get my ass jacked before I have a chance to really make Lily mine.
17
Lily
The evening dragged on for what felt like forever after Jett left. There was an endless line of people looking to get new holes in their bodies, keeping us busy until we locked the front door.
“Breathe,” I repeat to myself as I sit in my car, staring up at the house. “You can do this.”
I inhale through my nose and close my eyes before blowing out the breath slowly, emptying my lungs. My fingers tingle, the sensation I’ve felt a million times in my past when I’ve been stressed about a big test.
I pull down the visor, staring at myself in the mirror, and fix my makeup before I dare to walk inside. Whatever happens, I want tonight to be as perfect as possible.
“You got this,” I whisper, forcing a nervous smile on to my face.
The front door opens, and the outline of Jett’s body is a dark shadow in the warm light. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, looking every bit as magnificent as he did when we were younger. I open the car door, unfolding my body and somehow finding my footing without falling on my face.
“I was getting worried,” he says as I shake out my hands, taking careful steps toward the house as my knees wobble.
“About what?” I ask, managing to keep my voice from shaking.
“That you’d run away.”
A nervous laugh bubbles out of me as I move closer to him. “Don’t be silly. I’d never do that.” It’s a lie. I thought about turning the car around and staying at Gigi’s tonight dozens of times during the short ride. But I knew she’d push me out and tell me to stop being a chickenshit.
A smile slides across Jett’s lips as he holds out his hand to me when we’re close enough to touch. “I made you a snack and opened a bottle of wine.”
“You did?” I gape at him as I set my palm in his.
He closes his fingers around my hand, helping me inside. “Can’t have my girl hungry or stressed.”
A shiver runs through me with his words. My girl. I waited years to hear those words, but never did I imagine it would feel this way.
My heart races as he releases my hand, moving to slide the strap of my purse off my shoulder. “You want to change into something more comfortable?”
My eyes widen, flashes of every sexy movie I’ve ever seen running through my head. “Um, sure,” I whisper, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, unable to look at him.
I don’t own many sexy things. At least, nothing a man of Jett’s caliber would find titillating. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants and somehow looks delicious. It’s almost unfair how easily sexiness comes off the man.
“Babe, I’m talking about getting comfortable in a pair of sweats or shorts, not a nightie.”
I giggle, loving that he seems to read my mind, especially when I’m panicked. “Oh.”
“If you’re comfortable in that—” his gaze moves away from my face, traveling down my body ever so slowly “—then I’m happy to look at you wearing it. Happy to remember having you up against the wall at Inked wearing it too.”
The blush I feel spreading across my face is immediate and deep as my nervous laughter dies. “I’m super comfortable,” I say, my voice husky and needy, remembering him having me up against the wall at Inked too.
“Good, baby,” he murmurs, helping me to the couch.
There’s a tray of fruit, some cheese cut into perfect cubes, two wineglasses, and an open bottle of white on the coffee table. Candles flicker around the room, setting the romantic mood I only thought happened in those sexy Hollywood movies.
I watch him, unable to tear my eyes away as he grabs a glass off the table, filling it with wine. His muscles move, the ridges shadowed in the dim lighting, looking every bit as luscious as the food laid out before me. I realize now, my shirt requirement around the house is utterly ridiculous and almost criminal.
“How was your day?” I ask, feeling the need to fill the silence as he hands me the glass and starts to fill his own.
“Good. Stopped by ALFA after I left the shop. Got shit in order to start tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I thought maybe you’d change your mind. Are you sure you want to do this? It’s so dangerous.”
He sits, turning his body so he’s facing me, leg bent and on the couch. “I didn’t change my mind, babe. The paperwork finally came in and I passed my background check, but that’s not surprising. James said I could start when I want. I’m getting bored playing the housewife around here, so I told him I’d start right away.”
My gaze slides to the clock on the wall. “It’s late, Jett. Maybe you should be asleep already so you’re fresh for work tomorrow. The first day is the most important.”
Jett smirks, studying my face. “I learned to survive on very little sleep. The military does that to you. I only need a few hours a night to make do.”
“But still,” I argue, lifting the glass to my lips, “you should be in bed already since it’s after midnight.”
He shakes his head, eyes never leaving mine. “The only way I’m going up to my bed right now is if you’re coming with me, sweetheart.”
I almost choke on the wine sliding down my throat, his words catching me off guard. Pounding on my chest, I gasp for air, fighting back the tears filling my eyes. “The couch is good,” I barely get out as my knee starts to bounce uncontrollably.
Jett moves his hand to my knee, holding me still. “Calm down, Lily. Just breathe, baby.”
“I’m trying,” I groan, not even bothering to hide the fact that I’m freaking the fuck out. “I’m really, really trying.”
He tightens his fingers against my skin, smiling softly. “Nothing’s going to happen tonight unless you want it to. I’ll never force myself on you or make you do anything you don’t want. If you want to kiss, we kiss. If you want to make out like we did the other night, we make out. I’m in no hurry. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. We have all the time in the world, baby, and we’re taking this at your speed.”
I blink, holding the glass in front of my lips, staring at this patient and kind man sitting next to me. I knew Jett was a good guy, but he’s being so understanding, while I’m being a nervous twit. “You don’t want to do it tonight?”
He smiles, shaking his head as he places his wineglass down on the side table next to h
im. “Of course I do. There’s nothing I want more. But when it happens, I want it to be natural and something you want. The last thing I need is for you to be nervous and force yourself into doing something just to make me happy.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, feeling some of the nervous energy in my body melt away.
“I’d be happy if you crawled up in my lap, kissed me like you did a few weeks ago, and let me give you a couple orgasms in the process.”
My mouth falls open, my pussy pulsating at the very reminder of coming on his hand. “Well, I…” I swallow, the wine doing nothing to help with my unquenchable thirst. I take another gulp, draining half the glass in the process, before placing the goblet on the table.
Jett’s eyes are glued to me, silently watching me as I move toward him, crawling the few feet separating us and kicking off my shoes.
“I’d like that too,” I say, finally finding my words and my balls.
“The kissing or the orgasms?” he asks, a hint of laughter on his lips as he wraps an arm around my back, pulling me on top of him.
“Both.” I smirk, remembering how I loved the way he kissed me and how amazing it was to come without having to touch myself.
I settle into his lap, straddling his hips with my knees and my pussy pressed against his very hard and well-endowed cock. Our eyes are locked on each other, our breathing shallow as the thick air crackles around us.
“Kiss me, babe,” he tells me, sliding his hand from my back to my ass. “I’ve been waiting hours to taste you.”
I lean forward, hands on his shoulders, and give him what he wants. It’s what I want too, having spent the entire evening fantasizing about being in this very position, mouths fused, hands roaming each other’s bodies.
His kiss is harder and more demanding than the last time. I’m swept up in the moment, wrapped up in him, opening my mouth and sliding my tongue between his lips. I moan when I taste him again, the wine mixing with the sweetness that’s pure Jett.
There’s nothing soft or sweet about the moment. Nothing like the last time. Any embarrassment I felt before is gone, wiped away by his words and the hard-on pressing into me.
He moves me with his hands, grinding against me as his mouth takes my lips hard and hungrily. I gasp at the sensation, our chests pressed together, his body sliding under me. It feels so lush and naughty, wonderful and sexy, and everything I thought it would feel like to have a real man against me.
I’m panting against his lips, wanting and needing more of the pleasure radiating from my core. His hand slips under my shirt, sliding up my ribs until his fingertips find my nipple. And, goddamn, the fire raging between my legs burns out of control.
I take over, moving my hips faster, rubbing our bodies together harder, humping him like I’ve never humped anyone before. Which I haven’t. Not even my prudish boyfriends would do this with me, and while it’s not something men in their twenties probably love, I’m totally getting off on it.
Jett grips my ass harder before sliding his hands to my waist, stopping my movement. He breaks our kiss, pulling away slightly and panting. “Wait,” he gasps. “I want to taste you.”
“You are,” I say breathlessly, still trying to move my hips.
His eyes blaze with desire, holding me still. “No, Lily. I want to taste you,” he repeats.
My eyes widen, and my entire body tingles at the realization that he wants to put his mouth on me. No one’s ever done that. I’ve heard Gigi and Tamara, along with every other girl I know, rave about the feeling of a man’s mouth between their legs. I was always envious each of them had a man, and even more that he was willing to pleasure her with his mouth.
He leans forward, pushing me backward into the couch and hovering above me. “Are you okay with this?”
I blink, barely able to breathe and not sure if I can speak loud enough for him to hear, but I try anyway. “Yes. I want this,” I tell him, running my fingers over the scruff on his jaw.
The smile that slides across his face is nothing short of sinful. He moves down my body, finger dipping into the waistband of my pants and taking them, along with my panties, all the way down to my ankles.
I freeze, resisting the urge to cover myself because no one’s ever seen that part of me. I feel the heat creep across my face, and I close my eyes, pushing away any fear.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “You’re beautiful.”
There’s something about the way he says the words that makes me feel like I am just what he says…beautiful. No one’s ever made me feel as pretty as him or as wanted.
I relax into the cushions, concentrating on my breathing as he pulls my clothing off my ankles and drops it to the floor. When he touches my legs, I close my eyes, knowing I can’t watch him.
He spreads my legs, and cool air rushes over my warm body. I hold my breath, curling my fingers into the material of the couch, bracing myself for his touch. A moment later, the featherlight caress of his lips against the most sensitive part of my body makes me convulse in a way I never thought possible. He loops his arms around my legs, holding me still and spreading me wider.
Oh sweet Jesus. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already about to come apart at the seams. The girls told me it was amazing, but I never imagined something could be so deliciously dirty.
The softness of his lips is followed by a wet warmth sliding across my skin. I rock my hips into him, wanting more of his mouth on me. And dear lord, when he closes his lips around my skin, practically devouring me in a single bite, I gasp.
I open my eyes, peering down at the mess of brown hair between my legs, Jett eating me like he’s a starved man. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he sucks my skin into his mouth, and I arch my bottom off the couch, wanting more.
Fuck. This is good.
No, that’s not right. This is fantastic.
The best thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve read about oral sex, but I never believed until right now, with Jett’s mouth against me, exactly how great it really is.
And watching him do it is beyond words. Far sexier than anything I ever could have imagined or read. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I roll my eyes back, the pleasure too much for me to see straight.
After a few flicks of his tongue, my toes curl and my back bows as the orgasm crashes over me. Wave after wave flows, and he never lets up, feasting on me as I scream “Fuck!” repeatedly as if it’s a word I use every damn day.
“Baby, just when I think you couldn’t get any hotter,” Jett says from between my legs, bringing me back to my senses.
I open my eyes, peering down my body, taking in his handsome face and the sexy smirk on his lips. I smile, too drunk off the orgasm to speak, too foggy-headed to form real words or trust myself to even try.
“Want to try for two?”
I widen my eyes, and I blink. “Two?” I whisper.
He nods, not waiting for a reply before his mouth is back on me, giving me everything he has.
18
Jett
“Jett,” Lily whispers in my dreams.
I moan, too tired to talk and too comfortable to move.
Fingers stroke my bicep, back and forth, back and forth, in a slow, steady movement.
“Jett,” she whispers again.
“Lily,” I whisper back, still dreaming.
I’ve become so obsessed with the girl, I can’t stop thinking about her, not even in my dreams.
Her fingers slide up my arms, over my shoulders, running down the middle of my chest. The touch is light and sweet, sending goose bumps across my skin.
“I want to do it,” she says softly as her hand slides down the planes of my stomach, finding my happy trail. I moan again, liking where this dream is going, wanting nothing more than to have everything Lily’s willing to offer…even if I’m only dreaming.
“Whatever you want, baby, it’s yours,” I say.
Please don’t let me wake up.
Fingertips touch the head of my cock, bumping m
y piercing, and a very real and different sensation goes through me, causing me to shoot straight up.
I suck in a breath, sweat covering my body, my heart pounding, sitting in the darkness.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
I widen my eyes as I turn my head, realizing I wasn’t dreaming. Lily’s next to me, lying on her side, arm out and next to my hip.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She bites her lip, her face aglow in the dim light of the television at the end of my bed. “I had a bad dream, and I didn’t know what else to do.”
Do not blow this, dumbass.
I collapse backward, my heart still racing, and reach an arm out, pulling her to my side. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head against my shoulder as her fingers go back to my chest. “I’m better now that I’m here.”
“I’m better now that you’re here too.” I work my fingers through her hair, finding the bare skin of her back. “You didn’t hurt me, Lily. Just surprised me,” I tell her, never wanting her to feel uncomfortable, even if she took me by surprise.
Then it hits me. She was about to touch my dick, and I ruined the entire thing by sitting up like an idiot.
She gazes up at me with soft eyes. “I feel bad about last night.”
“Why? There’s nothing to feel bad about. It was a great night.”
Not only did I finally get a taste of her, but I took more than one until she could barely form a sentence. I did that. I gave her as many orgasms as she could handle until she practically passed out. The one thing I didn’t do was fuck her. I don’t know why. The moment didn’t feel right, or maybe I wasn’t entirely convinced Lily was ready.
Her hand on my chest drifts to my stomach, sending warning signals to my brain and dick. “I didn’t get to give you anything in return.”
“I didn’t need anything,” I lie, feeling my cock harden underneath the sheet.
The most difficult part about the piercing isn’t the pain; it’s going over a month without an orgasm. I don’t think I’ve gone that long since the moment I realized my dick was more than an organ for pissing. From the very second I figured out how to pleasure myself, I never stopped, just like every other red-blooded man in the world.
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