Sexual Encounter (Encounter #1) Page 3

  “I’m here to see Mr. Jordan,” I tell Jett’s assistant and before she can make a move, he exits his office.

  “Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Valero.” Then he directs me into his office and gently closes the door. Pinning my back against it, he makes me lose my breath as his eyes eat me alive.

  “You’ve been crying?” he questions me, and I try to brush him off, but he doesn’t let me. “What happened?” he orders me to tell him, and I shake my head. He sits me down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and kneels between my legs.

  “Talk to me.”

  “Tom called,” I tell him, keeping my voice calm and my emotions composed.

  “And?”

  “He wants me out of the beach house this weekend, so he can throw a party—a bachelor party.”

  “Out of all the houses he owns, he wants yours? Why?”

  I laugh out loud. “‘Cause he hates me, Jett.”

  “Call Ralph, right now, and tell him what happened. Demand that he call me and put a stop to it.”

  “You would do that?”

  “Fuck yeah, I would. I told you, I’m on your side.”

  Taking out my cell phone, I call Ralph and do exactly what Jett told me to. After we hang up, it’s not but a few seconds later and Jett’s secretary patches Ralph through.

  As Jett talks to him, his eyes are on me. He’s so serious; I can see why he is the best at what he does.

  Jett hangs up and dials Tom on speaker. I want to tell him to take it off because I don’t want to hear his voice. But as the phone rings, I worry Tom will answer as I speak.

  Tom’s phone goes to voicemail, and Jett says, “Tom, I just received a phone call from your wife’s attorney. I need you to call me immediately.” He hangs up, and I ask him, “Why didn’t you tell him what it was about?”

  “Because I’ve learned how Tom is, if I try and reprimand him, he’ll ignore me. But if he thinks I have a new offer, he’ll be all over it. So we don’t have much time to come up with a game plan. Can you think of anything we can use against, Tom?”

  He looks at me again, the same consuming way he always does, and I flat out ask him, “Why are you really doing this for me?”

  “I told you, I want you to give us a chance. I need to know you, Natalie.”

  Hearing his words, they swirl through my mind, and I find myself needing to know him too. Men don’t speak like that, at least the ones I’ve known…they just don’t.

  Chapter 5

  Jett

  “Fuck her, Jett, let her take this to court.”

  “Tom, as your lawyer, I have to advise you when you’re being unreasonable, and right now, you are being extremely unreasonable.”

  After Natalie and I talked for over an hour earlier and managed to keep our hands off each other, I’ve learned that unfortunately, she’s got nothing on him that she can use as leverage. He’s kept her so in the dark on everything in his life that it’s not even funny. She doesn’t even know the name of the high school he went to or where he grew up. Talk about a match not made in heaven.

  “I’m not budging. That house was the first home I bought on my own. It’s not hers.”

  “You have two dozen other homes, all worth double the amount of the one she wants, and now you’re trying to kick her out, to throw a party?”

  “Whose side are you on here, Jett?”

  “Yours, of course, but if we go to court, you’ll be out more than fifteen million and a beach house—that I’m sure of,” I quickly answer, wanting to reassure him that I am on his side and let him know his persistence in not settling and always pushing Natalie back is going to come back and bite him in the face.

  “This discussion is over. You need to man up and start fucking acting like you have my best interests in mind.” He hangs up on me, and right now, if it weren’t for the feelings I have for Natalie, I’d quit. He’s such a motherfucking prick that he can’t even see straight. He needs a reality check and quick, but there is no way a man like Tom Valero will ever get one. He’s got more money than most people could ever dream of and he uses it to his advantage. Like now, he’s just trying to screw her over and keep the one thing she wants.

  Looking through the paperwork for the divorce, I feel like I’ve gotten nothing else accomplished today. I have another case that might go to court if we can’t snag a deal, and if that happens, I’ll be scrambling, and that’s not what Jett Jordan does.

  Maybe this all isn’t worth the battle; I mean, there are billions of women in the world, so why am I hung up on this one, the one I just met? And I know better than anyone how badly relationships can end. I see it all the time.

  Feeling frustrated and spent from the day, I head out. The days of sleeping on the couch in my office are long gone. Oliver needs a walk and I…I need a fucking drink and to jerk off after the hard-on I’ve been battling with all day after being around Natalie.

  ***

  “Hey buddy,” I say to my excited Labrador as he greets me at the door. “You ready to play fetch?” I ask him and set my stuff down. That single word, “fetch,” drives him wild. He grabs his favorite ball and sits at the back sliding door, staring out—waiting.

  Changing into a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt. I pour myself a huge glass of Scotch before we leave. The second I open the door, Oliver darts off like a maniac, and I wish I had his life right now. Not a worry in the world but exploring and chasing a fucking ball.

  “Bring it to me,” I tell him as we walk down the sand. The sun is just starting to set, and it’s low high tide. The waves are far out, and it gives us a huge space to walk. Oliver drops his ball, and I grab it, lobbing it as far as I can, putting every single ounce of pent up frustration into it.

  He runs hard, and I follow in his direction, not sure how far we will walk, but knowing the sound of the waves always helps me to clear my mind.

  Sipping on my Scotch, we just keep going. The sun has now set, and only a small amount of light still graces the sky.

  Wracking my brain for an answer to help Natalie, I wonder what Tom would do if she really did take him to court? He talks a huge game, but could that be what needs to happen to make him buckle and settle things?

  Oliver brings me his ball, and I throw it again. Then he speeds off on a mission after it. As I get to the large beach-bound tree, I lean against the worn wood and look out at the last of the view from the barely lit sky. I hadn’t realized how far we’d walked until now, but I guess I needed it.

  Looking at Oliver as he swims out of the ocean water, I wait for him to bring me his ball, but he darts off towards someone walking. “Oliver?” I yell and whistle for his return, but he greets the person first, then comes back. “Sorry,” I holler and give a wave to whoever his friend was and focus back out on the ocean.

  “It’s all right,” Natalie says, catching me by surprise a few seconds later. I stare up at her; her eyes are tempting to me even in darkness.

  “You know, I was wondering why we never see each other out here, considering how close we live to one another,” I tell her.

  She leans on the wood next to me and says, “I don’t walk often, but seeing how suffocated I’m feeling from all of Tom’s shit, I had to clear my mind.”

  “I tried again to talk to him this afternoon, but I’m starting to feel like it’s a lost cause.”

  Taking a sip of my whiskey, I pass it to her, and she smells the cup. Then she shares it with me, taking a mouthful before passing it back. “Wow, that’s some strong shit.”

  “It’s good, though,” I tell her as we stand together. This close, her scent is intoxicating me, and I find my mind spinning. Everything inside of me is accelerated, my heart is racing, all the blood is rushing to my dick, and my fists are tense. I need to have my hands on her—inside her.

  Reaching over, I touch her face, her soft skin is hot beneath my fingertips, and I go in, crashing our mouths together. The instant the puzzle pieces click, we blend together as one, she moans, that soft
tiny little moan she did when I fingered her, and I almost tear her pants off and fuck her right here. After all, it’s inevitable.

  But before I can make a move, she holds my cock through my shorts, and I push hard against her delicate hand. A low growl burns from deep within me. “I’d stop now, if I were you,” I tell her pulling away for a brief second, but she doesn’t stop. In fact, she does the complete opposite. She stands in front of me, her eyes concentrating on one thing and one thing only—my cock. “When have you and I stopped, since this all started?” she asks me.

  Then she reaches inside my shorts and grips my shaft, her fingers holding me perfectly while she gives me jerks of pleasure, my fingers digging at the bark. Then as she wrestles my cock from my shorts, I take a drink of whiskey and look her in the eye. Soon the darkness will be too much to see each other.

  She breaks our eye contact and drops, wrapping her mouth around my cock, swirling her tongue around me. I fight the urge to come in her sweet mouth. My breathing is fast; this is not the man that I am. I’m a machine—I stay in control—I can go for hours. But with Natalie, she seems to have taken that away. I fight to keep it, but the second she molds her tight lips around me, my balls tighten wanting to come as she bobs fiercely up and down my shaft.

  Jesus, her mouth is heavenly.

  “Fuck, you suck a good cock,” I grunt wanting to slam into her, but knowing that I can’t. If I move an inch, I’ll lose it. My words make her suck harder—faster—and I reach for her hair. It’s piled in a mound on top of her head just like it was when I first laid eyes on her. Knotting my fingers into it, I pull her back and help her keep moving.

  With her body shrouding mine, I do my best to keep my cock blocked from the passing by walkers. I know I should stop her, but I can’t, and it’s dark out. Oliver gives them each a sniff, and I wave. I can only make out their shadows in the dim light, but I can tell they wave back.

  They must be able to tell what we are doing, because they chuckle and she pulls off of me, obviously hearing them and now completely mortified. “Oh my God, why didn’t you stop me?” she asks.

  “I couldn’t.”

  “Do you think they saw anything?”

  “Maybe, but it’s dark, so who cares?”

  She buries her face into my neck, and I hold her snugly, still horny and needing to come. “I cannot believe you, Jett Jordan.”

  And I’m sure it’s not the first time she’ll tell me that.

  Chapter 6

  Natalie

  “Have you lived here long?” I ask Jett as he pours us each a glass of Scotch.

  “About a year.”

  As I look around at his house, I wonder if he decorated it or hired someone. It’s so beautiful, all neutral colors and modern furniture. I’m not one bit anxious or nervous to be here, either. If anything I’m excited for what we are about to do. He hands me my drink, his eyes carnal, eating me up while he takes his whiskey in one gulp. Then he takes the hem of my shirt and lifts it above my head. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” he asks me, his words so sweet. No other man has ever spoken to me the way Jett does, from his demanding and domineering self to his soft side that is hidden way beneath his exterior.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, and his hands roam my body.

  “Drink up,” he says, and I take a sip, then I’m rewarded by his lips on mine as he holds both of my breasts in his large commanding hands. “Again,” he orders me and the second I do, he swirls his tongue around one of my nipples, heat radiating throughout my breasts. “Uh huh,” I moan, standing in this stunning home, with this gorgeous capable man getting ready to make me do things I’ve likely never done before.

  “Tell me what you want,” he orders me, his voice laced with passion as he switches between my breasts, teasing and provoking each of them.

  “Whatever you want.” I’m breathless in my response, and he stops, pulling back and stares at me.

  “Don’t tell me that.”

  “Why not?” I take another sip both because I know he wants me to and because the Scotch is really good.

  “Because I might hog tie you and stuff you full of dildos.”

  “Would you do that?”

  “Maybe, if you wanted me to. That’s why I need you to tell me what you want.”

  “I want what you want.”

  “I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you hard,” he says.

  “I’ve never been tied up, but I want your cock inside me.” I finish my whiskey and set the empty glass down. He looks at it with a satisfied smirk then lifts me off my feet and carries me out of the kitchen and into his bedroom.

  “Can I be your first?” he asks me, his eyes blazing with passion. I nod, for some reason trusting in this man that I barely know.

  The lighting is low, and his huge bed looks inviting. Gently, he lays me back on it, and I wait for him to make a move towards me, but he leaves the room, and I’m not really sure what to do. I focus on the ceiling and not losing control of my breathing.

  He comes back into the room with a mound of rope in his hand and asks me, “Is this okay?” I swallow feeling nervous…that’s a lot of rope! But I’m also intrigued and have no idea what to expect.

  “Will it hurt?”

  “If you fight it, it can. But I promise the second you ask me to untie you, I will.”

  “Okay,” I agree, and he leans down, kissing me hard, grinding our bodies together. Being this close to having him inside of me, I’m almost tempted to tell him to screw the rope and just fuck me. But he straddles my body, pinning me down and I find that I like the feeling of being helpless beneath him.

  With my left arm in his hand, he begins to wrap my wrist up and then hops off of me as he slides the end of the rope through a hook in his bed. Rolling to my side, I look at his headboard, and there is a custom hook installed on it. My heart races ever more, provoked from the small metal ring that is so delicately bolted to his bed.

  He moves to my other side and secures my right arm and then asks me, “You good?”

  “Yeah,” I tell him, not feeling one bit scared of what he’s about to do—just excitement. Since the moment I met Jett, there has been an attraction between us, a pull of sorts, and I don’t want to fight it. I want to give in to it…to him.

  He kneels on the bed, his hard cock pressing against his shorts and he slides his fingers beneath the waist of my pants, gently peeling them off my body. He leaves my panties on and stares at my sex through them, touching me gently with his thumb. “You’re wet for me.”

  “I want you.”

  “How bad?”

  “Really bad.” Leaning down he kisses my sex and then bites my panties with his teeth, never once touching my skin, before he drags them all the way down my legs.

  Looking at him undress me with his mouth has me so hot. I want to touch him, to pull him on top of me, and I realize now why he has me tied up. So he can have the control. So he can make all the moves, ‘cause if it were up to me, I’d already be riding him.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” he tells me and tucks his hands beneath my thighs, spreading me wide as he pulls my pussy up to him and molds his lips around my clit.

  The instant he touches me, I whimper, pulling against the rope, and I’m reminded of what he said—it’ll only hurt if I fight it. So I stay still…very still. Zoning in on his lips and his tongue. The way he’s working my pussy is something else. It’s like he knows what I want even though we’ve never been together like this. I’ve never had a man take so much time and show me so much attention like Jett has, and we’re only getting started.

  Pushing my head back against the pillow, he has me so close. My cries arc and I give over to the pleasure, letting him take my orgasm. The first of the night and I have a feeling this will be the first of many things that Jett Jordan will take from me.

  Fire blazes from my head to my toes, and I scream his name as his perfect tongue works wave after wave of this mind-blowing orgasm. Then he stares up at me w
ith those sexy light brown eyes, his mouth still on my clit.

  My body settles, and he pulls back, sliding two fingers inside my cunt. “That was amazing,” I breathlessly respond. Every part of me is so sensitive that I want him to stop, to give me a second, but he doesn’t let up. He just keeps pleasing me. Then he turns his hand around and begins to work a delicate spot inside me.

  My face contorts as I try and process what he’s doing to me, but…I…I can’t focus on a thing as Jett pulls and pushes his fingers inside me. I let up on the ropes, realizing that I’m pulling against them.

  Looking at the ceiling as I catch my breath, he slowly stops. I feel him moving around on the bed, then he asks me, “Are you on birth control?” I nod as he pulls off his shorts and I look down at his stiff cock which is clearly ready. Jesus, he has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I didn’t fully appreciate it in the dark when I sucked him on the beach. He moves it right over my slit and pushes towards me, stretching my pussy wide, fighting its way inside me. Looking down, he’s hovering over me. His hands are balled into fists on either side of me, and I can’t believe we are doing this. Slowly he pumps his way further into me, his big cock a snug fit. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, and I spread my legs wider, not sure if he’ll fit all the way.

  “It’s not me; you’re fucking huge.”

  “Wait ‘til I’m drilling you,” he says, and I want to touch him. This man has me so unbelievably horny right now it’s insane.

  “Untie me?” I ask, and he stops, now almost all the way inside me.

  “Why?”

  “I want to touch you.”

  Without breaking our connection, he leans over my body and unties each wrist. Moving my hands to his sculpted muscles with the rope still bound around my wrists, I run every ridge of his muscles beneath my fingertips and let him work me.

  My pussy is stretched wide—he’s so big that I can’t even tighten myself around him. His eyes are on mine as he moves, strong—masterful—thrusts. I whine softly, and I reach for the back of his head, holding on to him. He seems to like my touch as he leans into me and grunts a little.