Keeping You: KJ Elite Inc.

by Kracek, L. K.

  “Yes, put me down.” I’ve never not said please. Even when the Ice Queen was reigning, I had my manners about me. Here though, I needed Noah to understand me completely.

  The gravity of my seriousness settled within him and his hands shifted to my shoulders.

  “Well, I do say Ms. Wright, this is the second time in one day that you have been on your knees before me. I don’t think you seem to know what that does for me.”

  I’d have to be utterly blind to not know what effect I was having on him.

  It was practically punching me in the chin, after all.

  His awe-inspiring erection was bobbing right there in front of me; it was quite impressive and to be honest, not ugly at all like I had heard they could be. Oddly enough, it almost reminded me of a lighthouse the way it stood so prominently and had a vein spiraling up so perfectly from base to head. And hello, Prince Albert. Right there before me was a thick hooped piercing hanging off the end of his penis. I licked my lips before thinking, eliciting a scrumptious sound from Noah’s throat.

  My first year modeling, a photographer took pity on me for a sexy shoot and spent hours teaching me how to wear a sultry, come-get-me look.

  I unleashed it now and wrapped my hands around the base of his enormous penis.

  Even in my head, I couldn’t bring myself to use the vulgar slang words for it.

  My first foster mother was a horribly correct woman who would not stand for improper grammar or cursing. While she didn’t ever beat kids, she sure could get creative until they came around to her way of speaking. And holy crow, what am I doing thinking of my foster mother?

  Noah’s muscles tightened and he hissed.

  “Sugar.” It was one word with a million meanings.

  I stared at him, assuring myself that no matter how I did it, so long as I didn’t bite the man, he would enjoy it.

  The size of him had me questioning whether he’d fit in my mouth, or anywhere for that matter but I don’t really care. For some reason, I have to have him. Piercing or not.

  My tongue sweeps out and circles the head of him as gracefully as possible. Then I slide it up and lick off the bead of pre-cum. I’d read that it was almost like licking a lollipop.

  Noah grips the stone like he is trying to crumble it with one hand while the other flies into my hair and tightens, pulling my hair without pulling my head back.

  I slip my tongue from tip to base and back up before rolling my lips over my teeth and putting the first inch of him in my mouth.

  The feel of him in my mouth, his pulsing heat, has me growing wetter by the second. A buzzing starts between my legs and moves down to my toes. He’s silky and blazing on my tongue.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie.”

  I want to giggle but this is not the time nor the place.

  Gradually picking up pace, I can feel his second hand twist into my hair; the threads of his control are snapping wildly, pushing him forward in my mouth with a small thrust.

  The jolt hits a nerve and unburies a horrific image that had long ago been thrown into a black hole in my mind; my body begins to shake, not from the cold, as I fight it back.

  “Up here, sugar. Keep your eyes open and on me; stay with me.” Lightly he tugs my head back just enough so that when I open my eyes, I’m staring straight into his. The memory disappears just as quickly as it appeared. With every bit of self-control he still has, he uses it to ground me.

  Still in my mouth, Noah gives a small push; he untangles one hand to stroke my face.

  A moan breaks free from my throat, vibrating against his penis.

  I continue moving steadily, up and down, savoring the feel and taste of him – he’s better than the finest chocolates which I’ve also indulged on tonight thanks to Taylor and Matt.

  Noah seems to lose all control and moves my head up and down at a quicker pace, thrusting his hips up. He still hasn’t allowed me to go all the way on him, staying away from my gag reflex but I want all of him.

  At some point my teeth are no longer wrapped under my lips but he doesn’t appear mind.

  I grab Noah’s butt and force him all the way in. I’m so hot for him, I’m about to come just by pleasuring him. His piercing hits the back of my throat but it only serves to turn me on further. There’s no pain or discomfort.

  “Jamie, I’m gonna come.” He warns.

  You and me both.

  I keep moving quickly, wanting what he’s warning me against.

  He tries pulling back, pulling out, but I dig my nails into his skin and move with him.

  “Ah, Jamie!” He howls.

  Down the back of my throat, a sweet and sour taste flows; hot like lava but velvety.

  Once he stops pumping into my mouth and loosens his hold on my hair, I pull away and wipe my mouth.

  Not like I know the protocol but I can imagine he wouldn’t want to kiss me so I jump up and begin rinsing my mouth with the toothbrush I’d snuck in here, toothpaste already on it.

  “You sure knew what you wanted, huh?” Noah chuckled. “Just figured I was a sure bet.”

  I wasn’t embarrassed or regretful of what I had just done to him but I was naturally a shy person so I kept my face hidden, brushing away.

  Noah stood and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the stream of water with him.

  “I would have kissed you, regardless.” He rasped into my ear, taking hold of and throwing my tooth brush.

  Oh.

  “Another first, sugar?” He asked.

  I nodded. “Sort of.”

  His body went rigid before I felt his tight smile spread across my shoulder blade; he was layering kisses across and down my back.

  “Now’s the point where I would have dropped and reciprocated but for one,” he motioned to his ‘water leg’, then finished, “and b, that was so fucking amazing I still need to catch my breath.”

  That made me smile like a lunatic, I couldn’t help it. Not only had he not let the interruption dominate the atmosphere but he let slip my craziness. It hurt like heck to have him see how tainted I was. Noah though, was gracious enough to let it go…for now. If I knew anything about him at all by now it was that he likes to be in the know at all times; I was lucky enough that he wasn’t forcing me to talk about it. He really was a good man, caring and considerate.

  The stupidest thing popped out of my mouth. “Best yet?”

  It has to be a disease just now showing itself because I never speak my mind; words don’t just fly out of my mouth but apparently ever since having Noah in my life, they do.

  I didn’t really want him to answer because I wasn’t stupid; it would have felt good no matter who did it.

  “No.” My smile faded but then he turned me around, pulling me back into his chest and said, “Best ever.”

  My face was going to break if I smiled any wider.

  “What do you say we get out of here and head over to my place?” He made his eyebrows jump and then winked wickedly.

  He shut the water off and wrapped me in a fluffy midnight blue robe.

  “You really like blue?” I asked, curious.

  “Yeah. Blue and mint green are my favorite colors.” He said matter-of-factly. “Yours?”

  “That’s very specific, ‘mint green’.” I deepened my voice to imitate him when I repeated mint green.

  He pushed the tip of my nose lightly, after laughing with me a spell.

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  I wrinkled my nose in thought and then smirked naughtily. “Grey.”

  As in the color of your eyes.

  He gave me a goofy look but then grinned knowingly.

  Movement caused me to look down and I bit my cheek when I saw his towel jutting out from the force of his erection. Gosh, but the man was quite well endowed.

  Before embarrassing myself further, I led the way out of the bathroom and trotted over to his bed. Climbing up was like entering another world. Noah released the ties on the posts, enclosing the bed in the can
opy. A darker colored cover slid over the tan canopy which would have made it pitch black within the confines of the canopy if not for the lights at the head of the bed.

  I slid under the covers, robe and all while waiting for Noah to take care of whatever he needed to. It was about five minutes later that I slid into a comatose state, body radiating joy and excited, nervous energy.

  I’m not entirely sure what time of the day it is but a scuffle near the foot of the bed woke me abruptly. From the other side of the canopy cover harsh whispers cut the air, making me nervous. It’s easy and comforting to know from his familiar scent that Noah is one of the angry voices but the other I’m most certain I don’t recognize. They’re actually very quiet but their anger is stifling.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?”

  “It’s not what you think.” Noah insisted. “Not entirely.”

  “Really? That’s what you’re going with after I watched yall on damn live feed?”

  Um, live feed?

  The hairs on my neck stood on end. I pulled the robe tighter up to my chin but leaned forward another inch.

  Noah, I think, made a strangled choking sound.

  “They should have been shut off the very second she was in the bathroom.”

  “I didn’t watch if that’s what you’re getting at.” The gravelly voice ground out. “Let’s get a few things straight.”

  It was hard to tell what was going on being blind to this encounter but my best guess is that Noah opened his mouth before Mister-grit-in-his-throat cut him off.

  “No. You’re going to listen. I might be in your house, but you will respect me. That girl is fragile. Despite being dealt the worst most shit hand in life, she is a survivor and a fighter. She might not know it yet, but the day is coming. Take your giant head out of your tiny ass and protect her.”

  Whoever he is may not have said the words, “Don’t touch her” but the warning was there.

  “I am and I will. With my life.” Noah whisper-barked. “Is that all?”

  “One more thing.”

  Footsteps muffled on the plush tan rug moved away from the bed where I found myself magically transported from the head of the bed to the foot. My nose was practically touching the gauze of the canopy.

  One minute there was nothing and I debated on leaving my safe cocoon, then the very distinct sound of flesh on flesh resonated in the space of the bedroom followed by a grunt. I knew that sound like I knew my own name. Someone was just hit.

  Noah.

  What do I do? I couldn’t make it to the closet without raising alarm and probably getting caught first.

  Farther away now, the voices spoke slightly louder by the doorway.

  “You can hit me all day and night; it won’t change the fact that Jamie is mine and I will not let anyone hurt her. I put my life on it.”

  “You’re the one I worry about hurting her most.” The voice was resigned and laced with heartbreaking tenderness.

  I didn’t even have a chance to ponder over Noah’s statement. There was such conviction in his tone.

  Jamie is mine.

  Chills racked my body before the chill moved from my skin to my veins, effectively signaling how incredibly turned on I was.

  As Noah approached the bed again, I tried my darnedest to climb back up to my spot and cuddle in. Of course, Noah would choose the moment I had my butt in the air trying to pull the robe out from under my knee, bare chest hanging all out, to pull a portion of the canopy back.

  He stood there with a naughty grin brightening the small space, an eyebrow hitched in query.

  “Uh…robe.” I stuttered.

  I think it’s obvious why Taylor’s the author and I am the model – all I have to do is stand there and look pretty.

  His bare, tight tummy pulled with laughter while his face clearly stated his amusement.

  By the good grace of God I managed to free the robe and then landed nearly on my face as my weak wrist collapsed under my weight.

  I quit. I’m going back to bed; wake me when it’s tomorrow.

  Noah leaned in with a knee on the mattress and set me right. From my vantage point I couldn’t tell if he was naked from the waist up only, or all over. I’d personally prefer the latter.

  “Thanks.” I mumbled.

  “Try to go back to sleep. It’s still very early.”

  He released the canopy and shut off the lights behind us.

  Sleeping next to him was like sleeping on cloud nine. The dark dreams stayed away and I actually felt rested when we woke.

  “Are you staying?”

  I couldn’t read his expression since he had shut off the lights at the headboard and the dark canopy cover acted as black out curtains. Wondering if I should ask about the argument I overheard, I subconsciously raked my teeth over my lips.

  He groaned and settled beside me, reaching over to delicately run his thumb across my lip freeing it.

  “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, sugar.”

  Swoon.

  “I… I’m sorry about last night. Or, this morning – falling asleep I mean.”

  “It’s only been about 3 hours. Don’t apologize. I’ll take any chance I can get to sleep wrapped around you.”

  Noah saying he didn’t mind sleeping instead of …other stuff, well that was just odd and yet, sweet. I don’t know if I’m ready for the other stuff yet. Jumping head first, no pun intended, into what we had already done was quite a leap for me and my brain has yet to catch up. It would probably put a damper on things if we were in the middle of something more when it finally did catch up and I freaked out on him.

  Because that wouldn’t be embarrassing at all.

  Noah situated himself behind me, spooning my rear, snaking an arm around my waist and up to cup my breast. The feeling was familiar and sensual without crossing any lines. It was like we’d fallen asleep in this position a thousand times before.

  When I tumbled into sleep, my surroundings were dark but I kept hearing voices from my past, mostly of the day I escaped. Before I woke one face penetrated the darkness, leaving me feeling relaxed and peaceful while I silently wept. My guardian; he never leaves me. Nolan brushed the hair from my face and stroked my cheek delicately, wiping away my tears.

  “You’re safe, now; he will protect you. Rest easy, babygirl.”

  I jackknifed off the pillows, grabbing my pounding head. My dream visitor may have left me feeling at ease but dried tears pulled at the delicate skin around my eyes and a migraine threatened to keep me in bed all day. The smell of bacon, eggs and perfect french-toast tickled my nose before a bout of nausea from the migraine had me sprinting for the bathroom.

  Once I’d finished and washed up I walked back to the bed and found a beautiful yellow daisy on the pillow his head rested on last night with a small note telling me to come down when I was ready. Then a p.s. to “for the love of God, wear some real clothes so I don’t have to kill my brothers today”.

  So I make a trip into the closet to find my shortest white shorts and smallest crop top, that rub the barrier between cute and hooker, before I grab an American flag scarf to tightly wrap around my head; the tighter the better for this horrendous migraine. I will not take pain medication if given the choice.

  It’s Saturday, July 4th and Taylor mentioned that we were going to the lake today. And by we, she meant all of us; Kane’s, Jameson’s, KJ Elite employees, their families and me.

  With a pleasant smirk on my face, I headed down the stairs moving slowly to gauge who was here and what the mood was. Just from the closet to the middle of the staircase, my headache was improving exponentially – so much so that the peals of laughter and booming voices did not make me feel like taking an ice pick to my head. It oddly enough reminded me that I wanted to ask Noah’s mother if I might be allowed to accompany them to church tomorrow. Church was something I never skipped no matter where I was or what I was doing; my faith brought me solace and having not been in attendance for over 7 months
was really impairing my healing; that, I believe.

  Just before turning the corner on the stairs that would put me in everyone’s eyesight, I pause and think to turn around. Noah asked me to dress modestly and while I want to play with him, there are a lot of folks in there by the sounds of it. Thankfully, Diesel saves me the need to decide as he comes loping down the stairs and whimpers at me. He stops at the turn on the small landing, where everyone can see him, watching me behind the safety of the wall.

  “Thanks a lot, red coat!” I whisper to him.

  The voices die down and Noah’s scent reaches my nose before he skips the two bottom stairs, steps over Diesel on the landing and pulls me into his arms.

  “You okay, sugar?”

  I nod, swallowing.

  He pulls me with him down the rest of the stairs and I’m greeted warmly by the whole gang minus Noah’s father, Candace and Peyton.

  “Good morning, baby.” Mrs. Vic calls from across the kitchen.

  Noah walks over to a stool, pulling it out for me and turns to eye me. Immediately the storm rolls into his eyes and he shakes his head. A tick in his jaw beats wildly before he orders through clenched teeth, “Christ, Jamie. Go back to our room and put some fucking clothes on.”

  I smirk when his mother hurls an oven mitt at his head and Mrs. Victoria harrumphs. His use of “Christ” makes me wince but knowing I have put the ball back in his court makes me bite my cheek to keep from laughing.

  Just beside the place he set for me is Matt. He winks at me before shooting me a wolf whistle accompanied by Luke’s cat call.

  Noah snarled at them before coming to stand in front of me.

  “Didn’t you get my note?”

  “What note?” I asked innocently. He wasn’t buying it.

  Noah turned his back on the others after slipping both Matt and Luke an inconspicuous flip of his middle finger; he grabbed my butt pulling me up his body causing me to wrap my legs around his waist out of self-preservation – yeah, self-preservation, let’s go with that. I squeaked and threw my arms around his neck to the point I’m pretty sure was beginning to choke him.

  Diesel made to follow us but Noah softly commanded, “Free dog.”