The Pleasure Chest Box Set(23)

“I have a question,” I say.

“Okay.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

I roll my eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

I reach for my ice cream, and he grabs my hand, taking it in his. “It’s the only one I have. I walked into the store that day and I couldn’t stop staring at you. It’s going to sound like the most enormous cliché, but I had to get to know you.”

“And buying me sex toys was the way to do that?” I grin at him.

Jet laughs. “That was partly business, and partly a way to come back and see you again.”

The toy increases in intensity and he squeezes my hand. He uses his free hand to scoop a bit of ice cream and serve it to me. God, I’ve never had white truffle before, and I’m not sure if it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, or just the fact that my entire body is drenched with pleasant sensation making me feel that way. Either way, it’s awesome, and the sound I make while eating it makes that obvious. “That’s really good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Jet’s voice is low and rough, and his eyes are focused on my lips. I lick the leftover ice cream from my lips, and I watch his eyes go dark. I wonder if he’s hard right now, but the vibrations inside change to a sweeping wave, and I can’t find the words to ask.

He gives me more ice cream, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of sweetness and sex. I close my eyes, because it’s too much. Every wave of vibration is taking me higher, and I can feel the orgasm coming. The vibrations change again to a swift pulse, and I grip the edge of the table with my free hand. His hand is crushed in mine, and my breath is coming in short little gasps. The vibration changes one more time, one single note, more intense than anything that’s come before it, and I go over the edge. My orgasm whips through me, even more intense for the fact that I’m trying to contain it. Lightning zips from my clit through the rest of my nerves and echoes follow from the pressure on my G-spot. My back arches and I breathe through the pleasure, holding onto the table so I don’t scream from it.

The whole night’s teasing released at once, it feels like a tornado. And it doesn’t end, guided further by the vibrator.

The vibrations soften, and I let out a breath, finally able to open my eyes. Jet is staring at me with that same look he gave me at the shop—like he might jump across the table and take me now, damn all the other people in the room. My body is still shuddering as he lowers the toy’s level to zero. I can feel my panties are soaked through, and I hope there isn’t a spot on my dress when I stand up.

I look around, sure that everyone in the restaurant is looking at me, but no one is. Everyone is enjoying their dinner, and it doesn’t seem like anyone noticed—except for the woman next to me. She leans towards me, asking in a quiet voice, “Are you quite all right?”

I manage to smile at her, my voice rough. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” She gives me a polite smile like she doesn’t quite believe me, but she turns back to her sushi. A sudden fierce pleasure runs through me, a heady high that I got away with something so scandalous in one of the most expensive restaurants in the city.

When I look at Jet, he looks unsettled, and almost out of breath. Like he’s as turned on as I am. “That was incredibly hot,” he says. “How do you feel?”

I still haven’t caught my breath, and I’m just staring at him. I feel a lot of things. I’m unsure what to say. I’m still ringing with my orgasm, my body coming down. “That might be—no, it was— one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” His fingers tighten on mine and I keep going, somehow the orgasm loosening my tongue. “I feel really good. Sexy. There’s a lot of adrenaline. The mixtures of different sensations is amazing. That’s what almost pushed me over in the beginning, but then when the intensity is high and strong, the way it bounces back and forth between the two, that’s what did it. Wow.”

I can see the muscles in Jet’s jaw jumping as his jaw clenches. His eyes are wide and dark and filled with the kind of lust I never thought I’d see directed at me. He waves the waiter over and asks for the check, then he looks at me. “You want to get out of here?”





7





Jet takes my arm as we leave the restaurant, but instead of heading back towards the elevators we came from, he pulls me in the opposite direction, further into the building. “Where are we going?”

We turn the corner and I see another elevator, this one needs a key. Jet pulls the keycard out of his pocket, swipes it, and the door to the elevator opens. “The roof. This building has an incredible view.”

And it does. Manhattan and Central Park spread out before us, lights sparkling in the late evening light. I’ve rarely gotten to see Central Park from above like this, and it looks amazingly lush, at the height of its summer greenery. Tourists swarm Columbus Circle below us, and from this height it’s easy to see the groups they form and the patterns they follow. I like seeing New York like this.

On the roof itself is a small sitting area, lights set into the roof give off a warm glow, and the chairs and couches scattered around give it an air of lazy luxury.

“How’d you get us up here?”

Jet comes to stand beside me at the railing. “I know the guy who owns the building. He offered to let me have some exclusive roof time tonight.”

“Oh, exclusive,” I say. “So I guess that means that we won’t be bothered up here.”

“No we won’t.” He draws me in to him. “And it means that I can do this.”

He kisses me, and I feel myself go pliant. I lean against him, the feeling of his lips on mine waking up echoes of the orgasm in my body, and I love it. Plus, he’s a fantastic kisser. I pull away for a second. “You just made me come in a restaurant full of people, but you need the privacy of a roof to kiss me?”

“I never said that your mouth was the only thing I wanted to kiss.” Then his mouth is on mine again, one hand tangling in my hair, the other pulling my body against his. I can feel his erection pressing against me, hard as a rock and longer than I thought possible. The rest of him is hard too, just like I suspected that first day I saw him, and I don’t think I’ve ever been as excited to see someone without their clothes on.

He leans me back just a little, and I sense the open space behind me, remembering that I’m against the railing of a high-rise. I freeze. “Maybe not where I can fall to my death,” I say.

“I would never let you fall,” Jet says, and his face is so open, so sincere, that I believe it without hesitation. He pulls me with him towards the scattered seats, but we don’t sit. We get tangled in each other again, roaming hands and greedy lips. I push his suit jacket off his shoulders, start working on the buttons of his shirt. He helps me by undoing the buttons on his cuffs, and then his shirt is gone, and I’m staring. I can’t help but run my hands down his sides, watch the way his muscles bunch and contract under my touch. I’ve never considered licking something off somebody before, but I would lick almost anything off of Jet just to have my mouth on his skin.

The curling tattoos I saw on his forearms in the shop wrap around his arms, blossoming into full sleeves. The images are too many for me to puzzle out right now, but even at first glance I can tell they’re gorgeously designed. I follow the line of his shoulder up to his face again where he’s watching me with that wicked little smile. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” I say, and before I even finish the word his hands are on me, turning me, undoing the clasp of my dress and peeling me out of it. My god, am I glad I wore my matching sexy underwear today. My dress pools at my feet and Jet pulls me back against him. His skin is hot on mine and his hands are exploring me, stroking my sides and dipping under the edge of my panties before traveling up again. I turn, and watch him look at me, that same feral look coming into his eyes. I’m coming to like that look.

“Like what you see?” I ask.

He doesn’t even say anything in response. The next thing I know I’m in his arms, being lowered back onto one of the couches. His lips leave a line of heat as they travel, gliding across my skin. Down my neck, teasing my shoulder, and coming back to the center. He helps me out of my bra, and no sooner am I free then his mouth is on my breasts. I moan, arching into him as he sucks on my skin, engulfing it with heat, using his teeth to tease. My nipples go hard under his attention, and the rest of my body can’t wait for him to touch it. “You are stunning,” he says.

I pull his face back up to mine, kissing him with all I’ve got, and using my leverage to reverse our positions. He teased me all night, and now it’s my turn. I undo his belt, and I don’t waste any time pushing his pants down, followed by his underwear. He has to help me get his pants off the rest of the way because I’m distracted by just how big his cock is. Up close and personal like this, I can see how thick it is, the length standing proudly at attention. I take him in my hand and he groans. I can feel how hard he is, and I know he was hard for most of dinner, watching me get off.