“Baby doll.” Jackson’s arms band around my waist, startling to the point I almost drop my food.
“Damn it, Jackson,” I murmur under my breath. The best thing about your bestie for the restie being raised in the club life is that I’m privy to some of the inner workings. Yes, women can have a mouth, they can be opinionated, but there’s a time and a place. Jackson’s party isn’t the time to let my temper fly.
“Wouldn’t have scared you if you’d told me where you were goin’.” He bites the lobe of my ear. There goes any hope of my body simmering down. If anything, he ramps it up.
“I’m with Lavender. No one is going to mess with me when I’m with her. You making a plate?” I veer the conversation to a safer topic, not wanting to go over this again.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you at the bar in a minute.” This time, he tips my head to the side, capturing my lips with his in a quick kiss, leaving me whimpering.
“Come on, Sailor,” Lavender breaks us apart, and I walk with her back to our vacant spot at the bar.
“You weren’t kidding. Jackson is next level tonight,” she says as we sit our plates down on the bar.
“I know. I guess it’s something I’m either going to have to get used to or cut and run.” That last part has my stomach sinking to my feet.
“That’s not happening, so it looks like you’ll be getting used to it.” I roll my eyes at her statement, but by the ridiculously cheesy smile she throws back my way, we both know she’s right and I’m just living in a fake world of denial.
CHAPTER 6
ROCKET
“Off.” Sailor’s hands are attempting to strip me of my shirt. The cut is already off and hanging on the doorknob. I knew she’d be greedy after being left alone tonight. The only thing I made sure to do was when she started getting comfortable was to make my way towards her, sucking on the nape of her neck, a hand gliding up her thigh, my finger sliding dangerously close to her bare cunt. And when I knew she wouldn’t last much longer, I made her sit in my lap, feeling the length of my cock pressed against her ass.
“We’ve got all night, baby doll,” I mutter against her lips, my teeth nipping at her lower lip, gaining her attention.
“I think you’ve made me wait long enough, Jackson.” Sailor pulls away, arms going to the bottom of her sheer top, taking it off. Just like I suspected by the bounce in her tits and tight nipples, that little shirt of hers was a piece of fabric full of temptation.
“Not so sure about that.” I step out of my boots as she does the same before she starts to take off her skirt. “No, I’ll be takin’ that off you.” I shake my head when she then goes after the cropped tank top thing.
“Jackson.” The tapping of her foot happens along with her arms going under her tits. She is turned on and pissed, my favorite when it comes to her. Add the fact that I’ve had my fair share of whiskey and I’m feeling good, tonight is going to be fuckin’ amazing.
“Want your lips wrapped around my cock.” I unbutton my pants. That’s when Sailor’s wild side comes out to play. She drops to her knees and crawls the few feet towards me. The hiss of the zipper is the only sound in the room besides our heavy breathing.
“Hmm,” Sailor voices her need for me with the hum in the back of her throat. Knowing I’m about to feel the way she takes my cock has a shiver running down my spine. I watch as she sits back, heels to ass, spread open, pussy glistening with wetness, getting off on this as much as I am.
“Use those hands, baby doll. Show me just how bad you want my cock.” Sailor knows what to do. I wrap my hand around my cock once my jeans are out of the way.
“Oh God.” Sailor’s index and middle fingers are deep inside her pussy, mouth parted, impatiently waiting for me to slide inside.
“Fuck, baby doll, get yourself worked up, but don’t you dare come.” I use the tip of my cock to paint the precum along her lips. She moans, licking it off the moment she feels it. Rockin’ my Goddamn world. Sailor’s tongue darts out to wrap around the mushroom-shaped head.
“Jackson.” My body shudders feeling her take my length in her mouth, sucking so hard I swear if I were a lesser man and she hadn’t fucked me seven ways to Sunday earlier this morning, I’d be coming down her throat already.
“Don’t you dare come, Sailor. You sound like you’re about to. Pull those fingers out. Play with that pretty clit of yours until I tell you to stop, then I’m going to fuck you.” I’m standing in front of her, the door closed and locked behind us. One of my hands is wrapped in her hair, pushing and pulling the way I want her to work that greedy mouth of hers.