Slay (Storm MC #4) (31 page)

I burst out laughing.  “You are so right.  Shit, pass me my drink, I can’t cope with this knowledge.”

Shaking his head, he holds my drink away from me.  “Bad idea, sweetheart.  You have no one to blame your alcoholism on except yourself.  I suggest you give up alcohol straight away and find a new vice that’s not as socially unacceptable as alcohol addiction.”

Oh, this is fun.  I raise my eyebrows.  “What do you suggest?”

He doesn’t even hesitate.  “Sex addiction.  Take that shit up.  Much easier to hide from public view.  And a lot more fucking fun than dealing with hangovers.”

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about taking that up.  You think you could help me with that?”

He pulls a face like it’s the hardest question he’s ever been asked.  Nodding, he says, “Sure.  You want to get started now?”

My core clenches at the thought, and I lean into him and say, “You’ve no idea how much I want to get started on that now, Jett.”

He sucks in a breath, and his hand curls around my neck.  “You sure?  Because once I’m finished with you, you’re going to have an addiction that will be hard to kick.”

“I’m more than sure.  But if my newfound addiction gets out of hand, you might have to step up and help me break it.”

“Oh baby, I can’t think of one good reason to break that kind of addiction.  No, I’ll just step up and feed it.  Can’t have you fighting cravings, can we?”

Now it’s my turn to suck in a breath.  “Jett, it’s fun to stand here and flirt with you, but I’ve gotta say, I’d rather you take me back to my hotel and fuck me.”

He grins.  “I thought you’d never ask.”

Grabbing my hand, he begins to lead me away from the bar but I pull back and stop him.  When he gives me a questioning look, I say, “I need to let my friend know I’m leaving.”

“Sure.”

I dial Darla.  She’s in this club somewhere, but I haven’t seen her for a good hour.  A couple of moments later, after I’ve spoken to her, Jett and I leave the club.  I’m barely containing myself; I haven’t been this excited for sex in a long time.

***

Thank god the hotel I’m staying at is close because Jett can’t keep his hands off me and I’m about to explode with desire.  We stumble through the door to my room and he pushes me up against the wall before pressing his lips to mine in a searing kiss.  He tastes so good.  I could spend hours devouring his lips and mouth.  When his tongue tangles with mine, I moan and thread my hands through his hair.  He groans and grinds his erection against me.

He breaks our kiss and cradles my face with his hands.  His eyes search mine, and he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.  How the hell are you not already taken?”

I run my finger over his lips.  “Maybe I’m too much of a handful for just one man.”

“Perhaps whoever tried wasn’t enough of a man to know how to handle you right.”

I grin at him and pull his face back to mine.  Brushing my lips over his, I say, “I get the feeling you’re a smooth talker, Jett.”

A laugh escapes his mouth, and his eyes crinkle as he smiles.  “I’ve been accused of that before, sweetheart, but don’t let it turn you off.”  He moves to whisper in my ear.  “I’d really like to help get you started on your new addiction.”

As he moves his face back away from mine, I say, “I don’t give a fuck if you’re a smooth talker.  Sweet-talk me all you like, so long as you back it up with an orgasm or two.”

He quirks an eyebrow.  “Only two?”

“Well, feel free to give me more.  I won’t complain.”  I give him a wink and then reach for his belt and undo it.  A moment later, I’ve got his jeans undone and am stroking his cock while watching his eyes close with pleasure.

“Fuck...feels good,” he groans.

I bend and take him in my mouth.  This man is well endowed, and I’m consumed with lust.  Usually I like to draw sex out, make it last, but tonight I’m rushing to the finish line.  I need him inside me.  Now. 

As my desire takes over, I stand, push his jeans down and rip his shirt off.  His eyes snap open as he kicks his jeans to the side.  “Someone’s eager,” he murmurs.

I’m not even slowing down.  My top is off faster than he can blink, and my shoes and pants follow soon after.  And then I’m standing before him in my underwear, almost panting with need.  I trail my fingers down his chest, taking in the tattoos covering his body.  There’s hardly an inch of him not tattooed, and as much as I’d love to stand here discovering what they all are, I don’t have time for that tonight.  No, tonight is all about getting as many orgasms out of him as possible.  “We’re in for a long night,” I promise.

“I’m down with that.”

“I thought you might be.”

He reaches out and slips his hand inside my bra, pushing the cup aside so my breast is exposed.  His thumb rubs my nipple, and a moment later, his mouth is on me, sucking, licking and gently biting.  As he pushes the other cup out of the way so he is holding both my breasts, he asks, “You know what they call women with tits like yours?”

“No, enlighten me.”

Looking up at me, he says, “Dangerous.”

“Really?  That’s the best you’ve got?”

Straightening so his face is close to mine, he slides one hand around my neck and grips me there while his other hand cups my cheek and his thumb rubs over my lips.  He brings his lips to mine and lightly kisses me.  When he speaks, his voice is growly and sends delicious sensations to my core.  “Really.  Tits like these have been known to make a man do stupid things.  We lose all fucking reason when we see them, and to hold and taste them, well fuck, that just sends us over the edge, sweetheart.”  He pauses and his eyes hold mine for a moment.  They’re speaking to me, silently.  They’re flashing desire and telling me how much he wants me.  “Pretty fucking dangerous,” he adds before leaning in to kiss me again.

I’m consumed by his kiss and his need.  I have the same need.  As he kisses me, I push his boxers down and then move my hands to take my panties off, but he has other ideas, and his hands are on mine, stopping them.  I break the kiss and give him a questioning look.  “You don’t want them off?”

“I do, but I will have that honour,” he answers me and then hooks his fingers in my panties and begins to slowly pull them down.

I watch in pleasure as he begins to lay kisses down my body and then kneel in front of me.  He removes my panties and then stills, taking me in.  His eyes on my pussy do amazing things to me, and I tingle with anticipation.  If his eyes can do that, I know I’m in for a hell of a treat when he gives me his mouth. 

When he takes his first taste of me, I sway a little, and his strong hands grip my legs, steadying me.  He holds me as he runs his tongue from one end of my pussy to the other, and it’s a good thing he does because I’m experiencing a heady rush of hunger.  I’m not sure my legs would hold me up without his help.  And then he pushes his tongue inside and my mind explodes with light and my body pulses with ecstasy.

I grip his hair and moan.  Wild lust courses through me.  I can hardly hold myself together as he works his magic with his tongue, and I know it won’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm.  His hands glide up my legs to hold my ass, and as he grips me there, it’s almost like he’s trying to pull me closer to him.  It’s not possible, though; Jett has his face buried in my pussy as deep as he can.  He’s got talents a woman can only dream of and I’m disappointed this will only be a one-night stand.  I’d like to sample these talents again. 

When he stops what he’s doing, I want to push his face back to me.  I’m about to beg him to keep going when he asks, “Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?”

“No, but I’ll believe you so long as you keep tasting me.”

His eyes remain on mine as he begins to massage my clit with his finger.  “I wasn’t sure if you might prefer my finger to my tongue.”

Oh good god, he’s going to drive me insane with lust.  “That’s a hard choice.  Maybe you should decide.”

His eyes sparkle with mischievous delight.  “Mmmm.... let me see.”  His finger is inside me a second later, and I close my eyes as I let the sensations wash over me.  “Feel good?” he asks.

I nod because seriously, I can’t even form a thought at this point, let alone a word.

“Good,” he murmurs, and then he replaces his finger with his tongue.

“Fuck...Jett...don’t fucking stop,” I moan, my eyes still closed, my hand gripping his hair.

And then he takes me on a ride I never want to get off.  His tongue and his fingers work together to bring me to orgasm.  When it hits, I realise I’ve been missing something in my life.  Jett gives me an orgasm like I’ve never had, and I scream his name as I shatter into a million fucking pieces of bliss.

My legs give way again, and he swiftly moves to stand up and hold me.  As his arms go around me, his lips crash down on mine, and he kisses me into blissful oblivion.  I am completely consumed with this man; tonight, he is owning my mind and body in a way no man ever has.  And we’ve only just gotten started.

When he ends the kiss, I open my eyes to look into his.  He’s watching me with a look I can’t quite put my finger on but I ignore it and say, “You think my tits are dangerous?  I think your mouth is.”

He laughs and murmurs, “Wait till you have my cock, sweetheart.  I promised you an addiction you’ll struggle to break, and I always keep my promises.”

“Can’t wait,” I whisper, the effects of my orgasm still messing with my ability to form thoughts.

“Neither can I,” he says, letting me go.  His eyes wander down to my bra, and he reaches behind me and flicks it undone in one easy movement.  “I’m not sure one night with these tits will be enough,” he says as he slides my bra off.  He lets it drop to the floor and bends to kiss my breasts again.  The passion he kisses them with tells me he really can’t get enough and that turns me on even more than I already am.

I reach for his cock and grasp it firmly before I begin to move my hand up and down his hard length.  His breathing picks up and he stops what he’s doing and straightens.  Smiling at him, I bend to take his cock in my mouth. 

The minute I wrap my lips around him, his hand lands on my head and he groans.  “Fuck, Presley...” 

And then my phone rings.

I ignore it and keep sucking him.  No way am I letting anyone interrupt us tonight. 

“You wanna get that?” he asks, although I can tell he doesn’t want me to.

I swirl my tongue over him, and he sucks in a breath.  “No.  Whoever it is can wait ‘cause I’ve got more important things to do.”

“Thank Christ,” he mutters as his eyes flutter shut.

My phone stops ringing but then starts again.

Bloody hell.

We both continue to ignore it, but when it rings a fourth time, I swear and let him go.  “Sorry, I’ll tell them to fuck off and be right back.”

He rakes his hand through his hair, frustrated, and smacks me on the ass.  “Hurry up, my dick fucking needs your mouth.”

I love his dirty talk and answer my phone begrudgingly.  “What?” I snap without even looking to see who it is.

“I’ve hurt my fucking ankle.”  It’s Darla. 
Shit
.  I can tell from her voice she’s in a great deal of pain.

“Where are you, hon?” 

“I’m in my hotel room, just got back, but I tripped in the bloody gutter and twisted it.  Are you able to come to my room and check it out?  I don’t think it’s broken, but I need a second opinion.”

My gaze shifts to Jett’s hard on. 
Fuck
. 

He catches my gaze and gives me a questioning look.  I frown and give my attention back to Darla.  “Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She sighs.  “Thanks, babe.”

“Of course,” I say and hang up.  There’s no way I can let my friend down in her hour of need.  She’s been there for me every step of the way through my marriage break-up, and although I have an aching need for Jett to fuck me, Darla always comes first.

“You’re leaving?” he asks, but there’s no anger there.

“Yeah, sorry.  My friend’s twisted her ankle, and I want to make sure she hasn’t broken it.”  The regret is clear in my voice.

“Shit,” he says and begins to get dressed.  “I’ll come with you.”

“What?”

“I’ll organise for someone to pick her up and take her to the hospital so you don’t have to worry about it.  You can just take care of her while I sort this out for you.”

Mind blown
.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I murmur, surprised at his offer.  I’m more surprised at the way he’s handling this, though.  If I’d stopped mid blow job with my ex to run off and check on a twisted ankle, he’d have been pissed and wouldn’t have hesitated to let me know.

“No worries.” 

We get dressed and then head to Darla’s room.  As we wait for her to answer her door, I say, “Sorry about this.”

He grins.  “It’s all good, but you owe me and I’ll be collecting.”

Hell yes
.  I return his grin.  “I like the way you think.”

Before he can say anything else, Darla answers the door and I take in her distressed state.  Mascara is running down her cheeks, along with tears.  Darla never cries so I know this is bad.  I take one look at her ankle and suspect she’s broken it.  “Shit, Darla, that looks nasty.”  I usher her to a chair and then dial down to the front desk and request for ice to be brought up to her room.

I’m so engrossed in helping her, I forget to introduce Jett so he does it for me.  “Hi, I’m Jett.”

She smiles through her tears.  “Goddamn, you scored well,” she says to me with a wink.

Jett laughs, not even slightly thrown by her remark.  I get the feeling he’s heard this before.  “It’s good to - ”

Darla cuts him off.  Her eyes have widened and she looks like she’s about to hyperventilate.  “Oh my god, you’re Jett fucking Vaughn!”

“Who?” I ask, taking in her excitement and his blank look.

She’s excited, but the pain has taken over again, and she can’t answer me, so I look at Jett who is watching me with another look I can’t read.  Usually I’m good at reading people, but this is the second time tonight I’ve not been able to read him. 

He scrubs a hand over his face.  “You didn’t know, did you?”