Clint Eastwood

Chapter 5

Jessie's POV:

Oh my God! I closed the bathroom door with a click. Brantley and I had decided to go grab breakfast and hang out for the day. I decided to grab a shower while BG ran to his hotel quickly to do the same. He'd pick me up in an hour. I was still wrapped in the sheet, yoga style. And I was still all sticky. My body was thrumming, and I was mortified. I couldn't believe what had happened. His face when I told him I was a virgin... Jesus. It gave me chills. He yanked me up to him and kissed me until my toes curled and my eyes crossed. When we broke apart I'm pretty sure I pouted. I wanted more kisses. More Brantley. Just.. More. I didn't know where this thing between us was leading, but I was definitely enjoying it. I hopped in the shower and then quickly got dressed, making sure I looked presentable. I was just about to pull in my shoes when there was a knock at the door. I set them down and ran for the door. Stopping when I realized what I was doing. I took a deep breath and opened the door, I couldn't stop the smile when I saw Brantley standing there. "I hope you're not against a motorcycle ride?" I asked softly. I smiled even brighter. "I've never ridden, but always wanted to!" I giggled. "Your name is Jessie James, and you've never ridden?" He asked in shock. I laughed. "I know, I know." He shook his head. "Come on tiny, throw some shoes on and let's roll. I'm hungry." Brantley chuckled, he kissed my forehead and patted my behind. I slipped on a pair of flats since we were taking the motorcycle and we headed out. When I got on the bike, and B started it up, I shivered. The way I was sitting, all my good parts were pressed against the seat. The rumbling engine making everything vibrate. I panted, my nails digging into Brantley's sides. "You alright back there kitten?" He asked arrogantly. "Uh-huh! Great!" I lrsctit screeched. My voice unnaturally high. He revved the engine loudly and I whimpered. "Th-this is why you took the b-bike huh?" I stuttered out as we took off. "Yep." He smirked. By the time we stopped for breakfast, I was a mess. A trembling, twitching, over-sensitized mess. We sat down at the table and I couldn't sit still, I was squirming in my seat. I kept dropping everything I touched. Brantley finally took pity on me. "You trust me?" He asked. I nodded. "Come on." He stood and held out his hand for me. I took it, enjoying the warmth of his palm. He lead me to the back by the restrooms then peeked into the ladies room. It was empty. He opened the door and motioned me inside. I went in and he followed, locking the door behind him. He grabbed me and set me on the counter, kissing me deeply and stroking my sides. I purred into his mouth. His hands could nearly wrap around my waist completely. When he stood me up, he looked at me. "If you're not comfortable with this tell me know." He growled. I moaned. "If you don't fix this I'm going to hurt you." I growled right back at him. He chuckled and yanked me to him for more kisses. His hands were busy unbuttoning my shorts and slipping them down my hips. He nudged my feet apart then dropped to his knees, his hands sliding up the back of my thighs. He leaned in and kissed one hip, then the other, then moved his mouth lower. "What are you doing? You can't put your face there!" I hissed when he leaned in again. "I can, and I will. Now relax and enjoy baby." He growled and tugged my panties down around my ankles. Before I had time to be embarrassed, he was kissing me there. He spread me wide and lapped at me until I thought my knees would buckle. I gripped the counter to hang on and bucked up into his face. Brantley continued his ministrations, nipping lightly here and there until I didn't think I could take it anymore. Just as I was about to beg him to stop, I went off like a rocket. My knees buckled and he caught me, easing me back on my feet as he stood, bringing my shorts up my legs as he did. When I was redressed, Brantley looked at me closely. "You alright Jessie?" He grinned. "Unnnhhh" I moaned. Speaking took too much effort right now. Brantley wiped his face and led us back to the table. I knew I looked a mess. My cheeks were red, my eyes all glassy, hell I was still panting. At least I could talk now. "Woah!" I laughed. Brantley snorted. "Feel better darlin?" He asked. I nodded. "Oh yeah. Now feed me!" I laughed and grabbed the menu.