“You sure you’ll need that?” Iglance at the flashlight before pointing to the nearly full moon rising up above us.
“Fuck if you’re not glowing in the moonlight. Are you my moon goddess?”
I nod and grin. I’ve been trained on the moon by the very best. Itdoesn’t take me long to spot Jett’s final surprise, a large blanket spread out a good thirty feet from the gently crashing waves. He has had someone come down here to help him go all out,Bryson while we had dinner?Idon’t know how much that man gets paid, but he deserves a raise, regardless.The blanket is peppered with rose petals, flickering white candles around the perimeter, and champagne on ice.
He sets down the light and helps lower me down on the blanket, sitting next to me with an arm wrapped securely around my back as we look out at the dark, sparkling ocean.
“You like?”
I want to be a brat and say I’d rather be in a hotel room getting railed, but this is so sweet and personal that Ihave to be softer. “Yes, it’s perfect, nowhere else I’d rather be, nooneelse I’d rather be with. Kiss me?”
He removes our jackets and nods, “I always knew I’d live for your lips.” He doesn’t have to be careful anymore, and it’s like our stolen kiss by the pool, but even better now that we know what this is. His fingers tug at my ponytail as he moans; his soft lips are everywhere. His tongue, one scientists should probably study, is on my neck, my ear, and my mouth, kneading my tongue, teeth biting my lip, pulling and teasing.
Jett has driven my vagina to the brink of utter insanity today, and Idecide to play around with what will makeKeanego wild enough tofinallymake an appearance. Ithink back to a spicy novella Mickie wrote a few years ago to get some ideas. The relationship in the book had this kind of dynamic, and Iremember more than Ithought. Ihad no idea I’d beintothis kinky stuff back when Iread it; Ijust figured Iwas super horny that day like Mick must have been while writing it.
I pull back. “Thank you for the perfect day, Daddy.”
His pale eyes shift to a dark, forest green. “Is that how you want to play, darling?”
“I’m not sure Iknow how, but I’d like to try. For you.”For myself.Icommand my brain to remember every damn detail from that smutty bookor else.
He bites on his pouty bottom lip and my brain swims with desire. “Ya sure?” Inod. “Remember, darling, you can tell me to stop if you don’t like me bossing ya-”
“I’m pretty sure Ican take a little bossiness, you know what directors are like?”
He stands at the edge of the blanket, adjusting the impressive bulge in his leather. “Then crawl to me. Now, before Ilose my god damn mind.”
My heartbeat pulses between my legs as Ishift to all fours and crawl to him until I’m on my knees in front of him, back to the water. His ringed knuckles flex like he can’t contain himself. He’s easier to crack than Ithought.
“Please, let me show you how much today meant to me. I’m yours, let me prove it to you. Let me please you. You have permission to use me however you wish, from now on.”
I place a hand over his hard bulge, and the guttural growl he releases makes my core ache. He puts a hand over mine, adding more pressure to his straining cock.
“Are you kidding me, Baby? Are you for real right now? You feel what you do to him?”
I whimper. “Yes, sir. Please, let me serve you. Iwannaseemy effect on him, too.”
Finally, that does it. He undoes the button and yanks the leather off his legs. Ipull down the black boxer briefs and gasp as his hard length slaps against the lower half of his washboard stomach. I’m small, and Jettisn’t,and the thick, practically carved from marble,perfectlength of him makes me drool thinking of how thoroughly he’s going to stretch me.
Keane looks … made for me. Jett issofull of surprises. Iexpect him to be very typically British and uncut like Ace, but nothing Jett does is expected; that’s a fact. Isigh with relief because not a damn thing about Jett reminds me of Ace now that Isee this gift fromGod.
“Holy shit,”Iwhisper. He holds the base so Keane’s not on his belly anymore, so Ican see everything. Itappears Jett’s traded his tongue stud for, instead further south, four studs that encircle the very muchcuthead of his cock.
“It’s called the magic cross, Baby. Does it scare you?”
My soaked pussy is the complete fucking opposite.
“Do Ilook scared?” Icounter, doing as Mickie’s slutty little main character did, sticking my tongue all the way out, flat, waiting. Ready.
His eyes might as well have flames shooting from them, as he stands so I’m eye level with my gorgeous new boyfriend, Keane.
“Not in the slightest. Good, because this cock is yours.Fuck, Baby,you were right earlier. My bones, my blood, even myDNA knewyou were built for me, made forme.Only my daft fuckin’ brain didn’t, kept telling me it was just a futile little crush, that you’d never really want me. Look at you,Jesus Christ.My beautiful, brave, daringgood girl.”
I moan as loud as Iwant for the first time today, but keep my mouth still as he slides the head across mytongue.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this for me, Iknow you’re going to take me so well, take all of me, swallow me down like my perfect babygirl.”
I’m mewling and moaning and absentmindedly undoing my own button and zipper. As Mickie’s character did, Ilook up at Jett through my lashes for permission before moving my hand below the beltline.
