“A little,” I repeat. “It’s a start, so I guess I’ll take it.”
“These things take time,” Jetta mumbles.
“I know,” I agree. “So does this mean we can forget the condoms from now on?”
“I guess so as long as you keep your dick out of other people.”
“My dick is yours, baby. Only yours.”
“So sweet,” she mutters sarcastically.
I let my fingers slide down her backside, over her juicy ass and down to her cunt where I tease and prod her gently but enough to make her squirm on top of me. “This pussy is mine,” I tell her. “And one night soon, I’m going to spend an entire night, kissing it, licking it and filling it. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” Jetta moans.
“Say it.”
“My pussy is yours.”
“That’s right,” I say as I pump two fingers in and out of her until she comes on them. I know it’s the one thing that will keep her here with me just a little bit longer.
Chapter Twenty
Jetta
* * *
“Where have you been?” Sean asks from the sofa when Devlin drops me off around nine that night after he gave me a handful of orgasms in a house he helped build.
Thinking fast, I come up with a lie. “Out with Carla. Why?” I ask.
“Just wondering.”
“Okay,” I say as I start to my room to grab my pajamas and go take a shower. I have more cum inside of me than is healthy.
“You’re not dating anyone, are you?” Sean calls out before I reach my room.
“What? No. Of course not!” I deny just a little too fast as I walk back toward the living room.
“Good,” he replies without taking his eyes off the new, yet smaller television he just bought. “Because I need a favor on Friday night.”
“A favor?” I repeat, thinking to myself that selling my car to save his ass was already a huge favor.
“It’s just one date. I have this…friend,” he starts.
Oh great, he wants to set me up with someone!
“I’m not interested,” I mutter before I start back to my room.
“He’s an older guy who is lonely but has lots of money,” Sean says, completely ignoring me. “He’s, ah, looking for someone to keep him company. What do you say? Will you let him take you out Friday?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Why not?” he asks, getting up from the sofa to face me. “You said you’re not dating anyone, right?”
“Right.”
“Then Friday night it’s a date. I’ll tell him to pick you up around eight.”
“Sean, no!” I exclaim. What is with his fucking audacity? “I don’t want to date some old loser!”
“Please, Jetta. I won’t ever ask you for anything again. It’s his birthday, and he’s lonely. Just one night is all I’m asking you for. One night and then you never have to see him again, I swear. You can survive putting up with anyone for just one single night.”
“So you want me to go on a date with him because it’s his birthday and he’s alone, and you feel sorry for him?” I ask in surprise. My brother is many things but sweet is not usually one of them.
“Yes, exactly. No one should have to spend their birthday alone, you know?” he says when he starts walking over toward me. And if he gets too close, he’ll smell Devlin on me.
“I guess…”
“So you’ll do it?” he asks, and I feel like I’m being backed into a literal corner. If I keep saying no, Sean could become suspicious and figure out that I’ve been seeing Devlin. And he’s right, I can suck it up and get through a pity date for just one night. Although, it sort of feels like I’ll be cheating on Devlin. If I tell him I’m doing it only as a favor to Sean, then I’m sure he’ll understand.
“Okay. Fine. One date, but that’s it, Sean,” I reluctantly agree.
“Great! Thank you, Jetta! I owe you big time.”
“Yes, you do,” I agree before I finally head into my room and slam the door.
Devlin
* * *
Things have been going great this week with Jetta. While we still fuck at least twice a day, she’s at least talking to me more, telling me about work and asking how things are going on my new construction site.
In fact, things are so good that after work, once we’ve quenched our thirst for each other and are recovering in each other’s arms, I decide to finally ask her. “What do you say you pack a bag and come stay at my place tonight? I could make us something to eat. We could watch a movie and then cuddle…”
Jetta stiffens where she was resting her head on my chest before she sits up and pulls away from my arms. “I’m sorry Dev, but I can’t tonight. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Why not tonight?” I ask. “You could just tell Sean you’re going to stay with your friend, Carla.”
“Maybe I could come over later tonight?” she offers as she pulls a shirt on, the gesture I’m starting to realize is her way of putting up her walls.
“Why not right now?” I sit up and ask.
“Because I, ah, I have to get a shower, and then-then I have a date.”
“A date?” I exclaim, certain that my hearing is going because that’s ridiculous. Why would Jetta go on a date with someone else when she’s been so concerned about me seeing someone other than her?
“It’s just a favor to Sean. Don’t be jealous or whatever,” she says in rush.
“Don’t be jealous? How else am I supposed to feel about you going out with someone else? And haven’t you done that asshole enough favors for a lifetime?” I grit out.
“I know I have, but he’s my brother, and he was worried about his friend spending his birthday alone. It was sweet.”
“Sounds fishy to me,” I grumble. “Who is this fucker you’re going out with?”
“I don’t know. Sean didn’t tell me his name.”
“So you agreed to go out with someone you know absolutely nothing about? One of your brother’s ‘friends’?”
“It’s not a big deal, Dev!” Jetta says, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. “We’ll probably just have dinner, and then he’ll bring me home. I could come by your place after?”
“I don’t like this,” I tell her.
“I’ll tell you all about it later, okay? He’s probably gross…”
“What if he’s not?” I ask. “If he’s hot, are you going to fuck him?”
“God no!” she huffs. “I don’t know who he is and have never seen him before.”
“You didn’t know me or even want to know my name before you fucked me!” I remind her.
“Screw you, Devlin!” she says, face turning red with anger. “It’s just a date and I’m going, so get over it! Nothing is going to happen. I think he’s, like, old or something.”