“Oh, darling, that was like how you did it in the café, so fucking sexy. Call me that when Ifuck you tomorrow. Four…” He pulls me up into his lap and kisses me deeply. He takes his magic cross and presses it to my clit, rocking it against me. Jett has to hold me up as Ilose control, soaking his hard, beautiful cock. “Five…”
“I dunno, the sixth one, I’m not sure—” Ibabble, “I don’t think I—”
“You can and you will, Baby.” Jett pulls me over the top of him as he lies flat on his back, adjusting me until my soaked cunt is hovering inches from his face. His breath ghosts over my overstimulated bundle of nerves as he starts tickling his fingernails lightly over my sex, and I’m already shaking uncontrollably. From hardly anything.
“That’s it, Baby, oh that’s it, honey, yeah. Come all over my face, Ineed it.” He starts fucking me with his tongue, and thatisall Ineed. He grips my hip to keep me from falling. Iscream and shake and give in to the bliss, and when my muscles start to give out, he gently lowers me down to curl up to his side. “Six. You did so well, Baby.” He strokes the side of my face. Ihonestly can’t even talk, and it takes me what feels like forever to get my heart rate down.
“Did Daddy pick a good number?” he hums with one of my curls twisted around his finger.
He sees my wet eyes and looks panicked, “Oh fuck, Ioverstimulated you. Darling, are you all right?”
“What? Oh, sorry, not overstimulated. I’m boneless! I’ve just…” Oh Lord, here come the tears. “I’ve never had anyone care to bring me pleasure like that, Jett.”
He wraps me in his arms tightly and rubs my back, but Ifeel a vibration of anger under his skin. Not towards me, obviously, my exes, surely. Am Iconcerned Jett may actually knock Ace’s light out next time he’s in London? Imean, Idon’t want Jett thrown in jail, but I’m not going to lie, that would be sosatisfying.
“Baby, sorry, that makes me really bloody angry,” he admits, drying my face with the back of his hand. “You are worth what Ijust gave you plus infinity more, you know that?” Ishrug, and he frowns. “Maddy Morningstar could spit in my mouth and I’d still beg her to sit on my face.”
Okay, that makes me laugh. Jett is repeating a thirst tweet from earlier. God, that feels like it was days ago now. “My head is filling up with plans, and they all revolve around you, Mads, and you are worth the fucking world, all right? Wanna tell you about them now, but Ithink we might want to go up to the house and shower first. We may have sand in unmentionable places.”
That makes me snort, but he’s probably right. “I amnotstruggling back into that leather! Did Dad promise to turn off the cameras?”
Jett exhales, “He did. Thank fuck!”
We blow out the candles, gather our clothes, blanket, and champagne, and run naked to the car. We head up the hill a few hundred feet, park the car, and run into the house before our neighbors spot us. The beach house is sleek and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s very hip, unlike my parents’ house, but Ilove it here.
After our shower, where Jett made me scream with his fingers,twice,and Imade him come with my mouth,again, Istill can't accept that Ican orgasm eight times in one evening. Becauseno,Ace never hit that number in two fucking years! Irebandage Jett’s hand before sending him off to get dressed; Ican't focus when he's naked,no way. I'm so impatient to get my signaturesweatson, actually a pink velour Juicy Couture tracksuit from the year Iwas born, and veg out together in bed. I’ve rarely seen him act normal like that. We’ll see if he can.
In my Pepto pink bedroom, my huge, white four-poster bed is covered with the fluffiest comforters and unhealthiest snacks from the pantry. For me, there are pretzels, Pirate’s Booty, spicy nacho Doritos, Lay’s sour cream and onion, and Sour Patch Kids from the US side of the pantry. For Jett, there’s Jaffa cakes, Walkers crisps, Wotsits, Hobnobs, and wine gums from the UK side. Ihear a champagne bottle pop and drop the remote, turning my head to see Jett padding back in with a bottle and two flutes, but that’s not why I’m laughing.
“Jett! Are you even serious?”
He snorts. “What? He said Icould wear them!”
My dad’s black silk pajamas with the MM monogram are at least one size too big for Jett, but it's so adorable Ialmost forget how weird it is. Imust be embracing how weirdallthis is. “Will you take a picture and send it to him? Make sure to tell him Iwas a good boy tonight, please!”
I snap a few pictures and text the cutest one to Dad. “Should Imention the eight orgasms you treated me to, as well? You and that number!” Ican’t help but sigh, thinking about how incredible they were.
“Let’s leave that part out, all right?” He suggests, coming over to me. Ijust shake my head and laugh. He pours a glass and hands it to me, looking at me like he’s seeingmefor the first time.
“I’ve never seen you without makeup on, Baby.”
I squeak and cover my face with a pillow.
“Don’t! You’re so naturally beautiful, Mads. Let me see your face. You’re my girlfriend, not a one-nighter, remember?”
My body explodes in tingles as Iremember, and Idrop the pillow.
“Much better.” He grins, inching closer. “Fuckin’ freckles? Really? They’re so cute!”
I whack him with the pillow, and a splash of champagne escapes his glass.
“Uh uh!”
“Hell yes, they are! My ex used to paint them on; that’s how desirable they are. Stupid fake freckle wannabes.”
I roll my eyes, “Who did? AnnaBella? Cecily? Shara?”
He groans. “Fuck. Ithink they all did it. I’m gonna hurl.” Ithrow a gummy at him, and he catches it in that talented mouth. Isuddenly feel bad for every other person having a first date right now. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of having the most perfect evening with someone you got comfortable with years ago. “Cheers?” he asks, tipping his glass to mine. “To our first night together?”
