“Hey!” Garrick reached over from his spot on the other side of her and slapped his head. “Not cool, older brother in the same car.”
“Sorry, bro.”
The ringtone for their manager went ape shit. Jackson picked up the phone and sighed. He already had a headache. Talking to a pissy PR manager wanting to kick his ass was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I can give you a formal statement for media.” He sighed as Carlie snuggled into his arms to offer him support. “Tell them. ‘Jackson Laurant, son and heir to the Laurant Hotel and Resort chain, is selling his shares of the business to his father, formally removing himself from all ties to the paternal side of the family business. The fight was the result of Jackson Sr. verbally assaulting my girlfriend, Carlie Stevens. I apologize to the fans who’ve been there for me in the past and have given me support in overcoming my anger issues. This was not a relapse in behavior but a sign to let others know, I do not take kindly to anyone hurting what’s mine.”
He listened to their manager repeat his words and promised nothing like this would happen again, then hung up the phone.
“Hey there berserker, that was one longwinded statement. I thought you didn’t let anyone in on that side of you? You gonna be okay with people piecing together who your father is? You’ve kept that part of your life low-key forever.”
“I’m sure there are a lot of people who already know. And yeah, he’s about to be out of my life. A man can only take so much shit before he either loses his mind or ends up in prison. It’s time to let go of a life I’ve never wanted to be a part of.”
“So this is a good thing?
“Yeah, feels like a huge burden has been lifted. I’m only selling off my forty percent of Laurant resorts. I own the restaurants within the hotels though. To get back at me, I’m sure his parting shot will be an attempt to get me to sell those to him too. He’ll use every dirty trick in the book to make sure I won’t benefit in any way from what he considers his life’s work.”
“Can he do anything to hurt you through destroying them?”
“Nah. The restaurants were built with the money from my mother’s family. He has no legal rights. They made a prenup to protect their business interests that included any hotel or restaurant built after marriage. Anything that was my mother’s passed to me as their only son, anything that was my father’s would’ve been passed down to me too.”
“And you’re cool with walking away,” Garrick interjected.
“Yeah, bro. I have a solid plate with the band, my first priority businesswise, and what my mom and grandma left me. I have no desire to follow in that bastard’s footsteps.”
“You need to prepare yourself for the gold diggers and con artists. If we’re lucky you won’t end up on some reality show for world’s wealthiest bachelors.”
“Shut up. He’s not a bachelor anymore. He just announced to the world that I’m his girlfriend.”
Carlie grinned and touched his busted lip with tenderness. Jackson reached down and touched his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.
“What about your future children?”
“I will leave them a legacy to be proud of, built with the support of the external family who took me in and showed me love means giving without wanting anything in return.”
“My parents love you, Jacksy.”
“I know, I rather love them too and their little princess.”
Raul pulled up to his house. Carlie scrambled out of the car and turned to yank him out. When he moved to take her hand, Garrick stopped him.
“I’m heading to the airport with Raul to pick up my mom, pops and Jordan. Neveah’s family will be here tomorrow. Thanks for letting us have our party here. Can you keep Carlie occupied? I don’t want her worrying about coming face to face with them. I’ve warned my pops to let it go and not upset her or my pregnant fiancé.”
“I can do that. I haven’t been inside her for—”
“Don’t make me punch you for that shit. I don’t need a visual play by play of what ya’ll do. I’ve seen you in action and putting the two factors together is nauseating.” Jackson chuckled and climbed out. As soon as he shut the door, Raul took off again.
“Where are they off to?”
“He's going to meet Nev. They have some things to do.” Jackson turned and kissed her. “How about we go to my room so you can doctor me up.”
“Mmm. Sounds like a plan. I’m so glad you don’t have any working guest rooms at the moment. We wouldn’t have any privacy at all to do this.” She began peeling off clothing as they walked up the steps of the house.”
“Sexy. You sure the house is empty?”
“Umhm. Everyone else is out trolling New York.” Carlie sucked his lip into her mouth. Her nimble fingers quickly divested him of his bloody and torn shirt. She had her hand wrapped around his dick before he could get to the front porch.
“I’ve created a monster.”
“A very, very ravenous monster. The way you took me in the alley was downright dirty and not something I’d ever have the courage to do. But…right here. I want nothing more than to suck your cock here in the dark.”
“Fuck, princess.” His dick jerked in her hand. “Where’d you learn language like that?”
“Are we gonna talk or am I gonna give you head?” She quirked a brow and pushed him backward up the stairs, steering him with fingers locked around the base of his cock.
Jackson held his hands up in mock surrender. With his chick steering him by his tool, the last thing he wanted was a collision with fingernails that close to his balls. He climbed the stairs backward one at a time, his lips never leaving hers, lucky for him the porch light threw enough of a dim glow to keep them from stumbling. Taking some precaution, he eased them around the pillars. Her greedy little hand began jacking him from tip to base as they tread to the porch rail. Once she had him cornered with nowhere to go, she yanked his pants to his ankles, dropped to her knees and sucked him in one long stroke. Her sexy mouth and carnal intent excited him beyond measure. Innocent and still unsure, she paused a few good strokes in.
“Princess, there’s no wrong way to suck cock, unless you bite too hard.”
“I love to trail my tongue over every inch. Feels so good. Just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you.” She grinned and ran her pretty pink tongue down the length of him. The sight of her teasing made his cock jerk.
“You’re doing good, sweets. Keep your hand firm but not overly tight, and yeah, right there. Just like last time. Suck the tip and then swallow my cock.” She worked him on and off, toyed with his slit, then her tongue flicked to grab the drop of pre-cum.
“Can I make you come?”
“Mhm. We got nothing but time.” He thread his hands in her hair and threw his head back. Soon she found a steady rhythm of her own, mastered how much of him she could take without gagging and stopped worrying about catching her mouth on his frenulum piercing. Fuck, she gives good head. Maybe it was her curiosity or her determination to bring him off. Once she started vibrating over his dick, humming one of their songs, his balls drew up. Exhaling a hiss, he reined in the need to blow, not wanting the moment, the sensation of her mouth working him, to end. Carlie’s mouth moved to his balls, sucking each one, licking, fondling, and eliciting a groan from his lips. He ached to have her mouth back on him.
The tease knew what he wanted. She took her own sweet time making her way back to his cock, blew a breath of cool air on the tip and slid her lips back home. She hastened her pace over his tip while pumping with her hand The beads underneath the surface of his skin shifted, the tingling sensation ramping up his need to blow.
“Fuck, love. If you don’t stop I’m gonna bust right in that pretty mouth.”
He swore she smiled around his dick and kept on pushing for more. If she was cool with swallowing his load, he was too. He quit watching and pumped into her mouth, with his hand cradling the back of her head. His body lurched, then froze. Semen jettisoned into her throat. With her mo
uth still around his dick, he felt her throat constrict swallowing his seed. His heart continued to thunder when she stood and swiped a drop from the corner of her mouth, his dick jerked semi-hard.
“Baby, the things I’m gonna do to you tonight, you’ll never forget.” He pulled his jeans up, leaving them unbuttoned, and swept her into his arms. She wrapped her tight body around him like a spider monkey hanging on for dear life, her dress sliding up to her waist. Heat from her core leeched into him. “Let’s take this upstairs to my room,” he bit out and began the trek with her wiggling over him.
“Mmm. Promises, promises. I hope you can deliver.” Carlie trailed her lips over his neck, following with small nips along corded muscle. A smack to her ass was his silent response. She groaned and he delivered another stinging blow.
“You feisty girl, love a little pain, huh?” Jackson smoothed the round smoothness of her ass. His dick lurched, painfully hard again. The vixen knew as she rocked her body for direct contact.
“I need you again.”
Jackson shifted her weight, spread her legs over his forearms and brought her down on his dick. His knees threatened to buckle with the way her tight core sucked him in. “Put your arms around my neck.” When she complied, he changed his hold to lower them onto the staircase. “Elbows down on the stairs.” He braced a hand around the middle of her back to provide a barrier against the cool wood and set a driving pace. “That’s good.”
“Yes,” Carlie moaned and tightened her calves around his torso. He gave her what she wanted, knowing he was close to blowing for a second time. Jackson lost himself in her body. They moved together in tandem. She cried out his name as he brought her to the pinnacle of release and sent her hurtling over the edge and followed over the cliff right behind her.
Later in bed, they lay tangled in a mass of sheets and coverlet. Her face rested on his abs, her hand trailed over his dick, giving him an instant erection.
“Haven’t you had enough?”
“Hmm, never. Jackson Laurant, I will never get enough of you.” She toyed with his steel, running her thumb around the smooth underside, and her fingertips along the beaded design on the top. Amused, he watched her play with his speed bumps, and how they shifted and snapped back with each caress.
“Ohhh.”
“Yeah they do that inside your sweet fucking body, princess. It’s enough to make a man want to pass out in pleasure.”
“Oh. I didn’t think you could feel me touching them.” She inched her face closer to his crotch to watch and he let out a chuckle.
“You’d think someone in your career wouldn’t need such a close-up, but damn, babe, seeing your face so close to my dick is hot. Not as hot as burying my tongue in your sweet snatch though.”
“Vulgar much?” Carlie fisted him, and then ghosted along the top.
With his cock hard, her curious touch made pleasure for him heighten. He brought his hand down and locked it around her wrist. “Why don’t you take a break?”
Carlie sighed and released him. She turned her head toward him and he fought the laugh bubbling up. The pout on her face told him she didn’t like losing her new toy of interest. Yeah, he’d let his dick be her toy if it made her happy.
“I know piercings are popular, but why the beads? For once the rumor mill about you was accurate. I just wasn’t sure I believed that you had this done.”
“Yeah, you listen to the rumor mill about me?” He stroked her hair with one hand, his other wrapped around her body drawing her into him as they conversed.
“Mm-hmm. Not usually but everyone talks about your impressive piece of equipment like you’re a god. They have for years though, so I imagine you were just as godly before modified.”
“I’m sure there are a few women who would disagree.” He chuckled. “We’ve never talked about birth control and I’ve come in you a few times.”
“I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen. I don’t miss doses so we should be safe. Nothing’s full proof though. I guess I was so wrapped up in wanting you that protection was the last thing on my mind. I’m sorry.”
“Nah, it’s good.”
“Do this a lot then?” She picked her head up, a instant frown graced her lovely face.
“Relax. I’m the condom king. I never go bareback. As in never in my life until you.”
“Oh what a relief. I mean you’re a bit of a manwhore. Not that I’m complaining about your expertise in all the ways to fuck.”
“Princess, I’m starting to worry about your sexy mouth being ruined by crassness. What will the world think?”
“I promise to be proper out in public. Besides, my dirty mouth is turning the beast on.”
“You named my johnson?”
“Mmhmm. The beast. I am dying to know one thing.”
“Just one?”
“Smart ass. Tell me how you’ve kept pictures of your dick from surfacing.”
“Privacy is nonexistent in our world as you’ve learned. When our security guys at the shows lets girls back after meet and greets, they confiscate cameras and phones. The only pics of us are with girls fully dressed. The girls sign a tagged slip of paper that night and the next morning when they leave they can turn in their number to pick them up.”
“That is pretty genius. Oh, so I forgot to ask how long did you have to wait to do the deed after you had your member improved?”
“Member?” Jackson laughed. “Six to twelve weeks. They advise for three months, and then for an additional month or two to wear protection. The total healing time is three months, at least that’s what is recommended. I’m not sure how many guys can last that long without busting a nut.”
“Speaking of all things unholy. You’re a friggin’ sex machine, how did you last that long without poking someone’s eye out with your monster cock?”
Jackson tugged her hair. “Funny girl. You just do, but toward the two month mark I was craving like a mother fucker and ready to drill something to oblivion.”
“But you didn’t?”
“Nah, didn’t want my shit to heal wrong or get an infection. The thought of having an ugly penis kept me focused. But I got smart.” He cupped her breast and flicked her nipple back and forth, making her squirm against him.
“Stop stalling.” Her soft moan told him she wanted the opposite.
“This is turning you on.” He dipped down and sucked the peaked flesh into his mouth.
“You have that affect. Always have.”
“Hmm. Do tell, since we’re all cuddled up and spilling secrets.”
“You tell first, then I will.”
“Fair enough. I got smart and bought a bullet.”
“Oh. Why? I have a clit stimulator. Carrie got it for me for our twenty- first birthday.”
“Well, to get off. I mean, just because I didn’t jack off didn’t mean I didn’t still get wood. Especially after playing a gig. Being on stage is such a rush. Adrenalin always rushes down south. Cold showers quit working and hearing the guys fuck anyone and everyone grated on my nerves.”
“So where’d you put it, in your ass?”
“Hell no, princess. My ass is off limits to anything wanting indoor access. The underside of the cock head is very sensitive. I turned that bitch on and ran over it that section, letting the tension build until I shot a load hands free. No irritation to the new implants that way.”
“That is strangely erotic as hell.”
“Yeah, wish I’d have thought of that six weeks out, man all that wasted time and frustration on not busting a load.”
“You poor, poor thing. I don’t really feel sorry for you though. I mean try being my age with everyone refusing to go to forth base with you.”
“Ahh it’s your turn. I forgot you were going to tell me something.” Jackson slid his hand down between the apex of her thighs, his fingers met fresh wetness.
“Nothing. Changed my mind.” She spread her legs giving him easier access.
“Come on, I told you about my feminine sex toy.
Your turn, it is only fair.” Jackson slid a digit in and teased her clit, then slid a second finger in and stroked her body to a raging need.
“I—ah. I may or may not have been masturbating to your poster since high school.” She turned her face up and cried out. “Fuck, that feels so good, Jackson.”
“That is fucking hot.”
“Well it’s over now.” Her sad voice commanded his attention.
He eased his fingers from her core, licked them off and turned her to face him. “It’s all good, princess. You have the best replacement now.”
“I know.” She sighed forlornly. “I still miss my poster though.”
“Did you pack it?” He nibbled on her ear and stroked her side. Her body trembled. With a groan, he moved, gently laying her on the bed. Carlie spread her legs and his dick lurched, seeing her laid out to perfection for him with a flushed face and need written across her delicate features.
“No the gaggle of bitches tore it in half.”
“Those bitches suck.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. “I’ll get you a new one.”
“Promise?” Carlie dragged her legs across his flanks.
“Hell yeah.” He slid home in one deep seated thrust. Her walls gripped him, pulling him deeper into her core. “I’ll even autograph it for you.” He punctuated between drawn out thrusts. Carlie raked her nails down his chest and let her legs drape wide open. As he dipped down into her, took her mouth in a plunging kiss, she pressed her hips into the bedding and gyrated her pelvis to meet his rotating drives. The firm shifting of the beads popped against her drenched walls. The sensation invoked a mine field of explosions with each penetrating thrust.
“Mmm what will it say?”
Jackson stalled buried to the hilt and looked into her eyes. “To my princess. This doesn’t compare to the real thing. I’ll be home soon. Love Jacksy.” With loving words and loving intent, he crushed his lips to hers and began rocking slow and hard, flesh to flesh.
She moaned in his mouth and nipped his lip.
“So why the promise not to defile me?” she breathed the question into his mouth.
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