Chapter 21
Zephyr
It had been two weeks since I went to the racecourse. Since then, anyone who came to Jazz Sessions could notice that Rome and I were having some issues, which made Gaia uncomfortable to the point that she wasn”t even coming to Jazz Sessions. She had morning/all-day sickness and quarter-end papers and exams, so it was a good excuse.
Blaze was not jamming with me, which was another sign to anyone watching that there was trouble in Doucet paradise.
”How long will this fuckin” thing take, Grace?” I kissed her hungrily as she sat on my desk in the office at Jazz Sessions late at night. The kitchen was closed, and only a few stragglers remained. I”d told Grace that we would stay apart in public, but then she needed to make time for me. Yeah, Zephyr Doucet was caught up in one pussy. If it wasn”t such a mind fuck for me, I”d have tried to analyze it.
”I don”t know. You have to move, Z. Now.”
”No,” I growled. ”Fuck no. Tonight, you don”t get to come.”
”Zephyr,” she pleaded.
”No.” I loved to edge her. I loved how she would turn submissive in bed.
”Please.”
”Yeah?” I pulled out of her. She was a sight. Her tight black pencil skirt above her thighs. Her panties were God knows where. Her blouse was undone, and her breasts were spilling over her bra. Her hair was mussed, and her lips swollen.
”Then get on your knees, Grace.”
I stepped away from her and stroked my cock. She hadn”t blown me yet. I could guess she was afraid. Her bastard ex probably forced her. I didn”t know if I was pushing her the wrong way, but I wanted her free to enjoy her own body and let the past go. We”d come a long way in a short time…but I was keeping my pace excruciatingly slow. I didn”t want to spook the filly.
She licked her lips and got off the desk. She was excited, but there was a fair amount of apprehension.
”What”re you worried about, Little Tempest?” I cupped her cheek.
”I don”t know if I”ll like it…I didn”t like it before,” she whispered. ”I don”t know if you”ll like it.”
I grinned. ”Baby, I”m so turned on that I”m ready to bust a nut if you just look at my big cock long enough.”
A giggle escaped her. It had become our own private joke that I had a big cock. I didn”t. It was average-sized. I mean, most penises were—no one was walking around with a giant dick; that shit would be weird.
”On your knees, babe.” I pushed her down, and she did as she was told. Sexiest thing ever watching Grace bend to my will. I wasn”t kidding; she”d barely had to bring her mouth close to me, and I was ready to blow my load.
I hadn”t had her for two nights, and I was going through withdrawal of the worst kind. Last night, we had phone sex because I just couldn”t stand not being with her. It was all new to me, this feeling of euphoria every time she was around.
”Open.” I teased her lips with my erection. It was covered in her juices, and I wondered if that made her queasy. Not everyone wanted to lick themselves up.
She opened her mouth wide, and I groaned. I slid inside her, and her lips closed around me.
”I like being sucked hard,” I instructed. ”I like a little bite.” She grazed her teeth, and I bucked, pushing deeper inside her. ”It turns me on when you gag when your eyes fill with tears.”
She pushed against me, taking me further in, gagging around me, moaning. My hands were in her tumbled hair, clenching, holding, controlling.
”You don”t like anything we do; you pat my thigh, and we stop.” I kept reminding her that she was the boss when we were in bed. No matter that I was a dominating asshole, she controlled our sexual relationship.
”Now, I”m gonna hit the back of your throat, Grace. Keep breathing through your nose, baby.”
I began to fuck her mouth, feeling so damn good that…the office door opened, and I barked, ”Get the fuck out.”
The door closed, and I never knew who it was. ”Shh, no one saw anything,” I whispered when Grace stiffened. ”And even if they did, you know what they”d see?”
Her eyes were watering as she looked at me. ”They”d see how gorgeous you look with my cock deep inside you. You want me to come in your mouth.”
She assented, and I thanked my stars. ”I want you to swallow. Can you do that?”
She nodded again, her mouth full.
”But hold it on your tongue for me to see.” I was getting closer. I could feel my balls getting tighter. ”It”s a turn-on for me when you taste me. You want to please me, don”t you?”
Tears stream down her eyes, and she was hollowing her mouth as she sucked me.
”Now, Grace,” I murmured and, in a harsh cry, sputtered inside her mouth.
She swallowed, but some cum was flowing down her chin. I”d never seen anything sexier.
”Show me, baby.”
I saw the cum in her mouth and felt my erection twitch like I hadn”t just unloaded inside pretty Miss Grace”s mouth.
”Swallow.”
She closed her mouth and did. ”You”re such a good girl for me.”
I helped her stand and knew her legs were shaky. ”You want to come now.”
She was crying, and I knew her emotions were taking over her. I kissed her gently and sat her down on the desk. I sat on the chair and rolled it close to her.
”Spread your thighs, Grace.”
She did as I asked, and I latched onto her clitoris. She came like a geyser the instant I bit her little nub of nerves and then began to lap at her, loving her taste, wanting more and more and more.
After, she sat on my lap. ”I want to sleep with you. I don”t want to be alone.” She snuggled closer.
”I know.”
”But we can”t.”
I kissed her forehead. ”It”ll be all over soon, and we can be together, out in the open.” What the fuck was I saying? Would Grace and I still be together when it was over? When BBH was in the clear? When the Volkovs were out of our lives? This was already turning into a relationship more so than I”d ever had before. I wanted to spend time with Grace—it wasn”t a burden.
”Once this is over, I”m going to take you to Tybee Island. We have a house there. It”s quiet and private. You”ll love it.” I was making plans for the future. That was new and weird.
She kissed my throat. ”Zephyr, it”s getting out of hand, isn”t it?”
Yeah, it was. In the past, this would be my cue to push a woman away so I didn”t hurt her any more than I already would. Because it was always the women in my bed who wanted more, not me. Never me.
It was different with Grace. She was different. I was different with her.
”No, baby, it”s going exactly the way it”s supposed to,” I murmured, stroking her back, soothing her. ”Let”s not borrow trouble from tomorrow or heartache from the past. Let”s live in today, yeah?”
Blaze had told me that I was like Masai, who he”d spent time with when he went for safari to Kenya. They didn”t have the concept of time…of the future and the past, everything was in the now.
”Now is good,” Grace agreed.
”Yeah. Now is fuckin” fabulous.”
But I wasn”t na?ve. Tomorrow would be here sooner than I thought, and I wasn”t sure what I”d do then, how I”d feel. I didn”t do relationships, and yet, with Grace, I seemed to be inadvertently doing exactly that.
Grace left by the backdoor. Her car was parked at the Jazz Sessions vendor unloading and loading area. It wasn”t exactly a booty call, but close. She”d come late to Jazz Sessions and barely had half a drink before I dragged her into the office to fuck her senseless.
”Grace gone?” Blaze asked. He was alone at the bar.
”You closing up?” I asked.
”Nah, you”re closing up; I was waiting for you to…ah…finish.”
I sat on a barstool next to him. ”I”m so fucked,” I admitted. ”I…like her.”
”I get that... and heard that.” Blaze grinned.
”It was you who came into the office?”
”Every time I turn around, either you”re making her come or the other way around. It”s becoming a problem, brother.”
He was joking, but he was also not.
”I”m not done with her, and that surprises me.”
Blaze patted my shoulder. ”You poor fucker.”
”It”s not like that, B. I”m not in love with her or anything. There ain”t no picket fence at the end of this fuck fest.”
Blaze sucked in a long breath and downed the rest of his drink, which I assumed was Scotch. ”There”s nothing wrong in having feelings for a woman you”re sleeping with. Actually, most of the world thinks that”s fairly normal.”
I chuckled. ”Merdé! You giving me relationship advice?”
”Hell, yeah. I, as you know, am in a committed relationship—and it”s f?cking fantastic.”
”I never thought I was relationship material.”
Blaze laughed. ”And I”m what? The poster child for fucking happily ever after?”
”Yeah, you”re right. I wonder if the way we were raised in that loveless fucking mansion made you and me wary of falling in love.”
”That”s shrink stuff, Z,” Blaze said seriously. ”Here is what I know. You have to listen to yourself the best you can. You eat when you”re hungry, you drink when you”re thirsty, you fuck when you”re horny…and you fall in love when your heart meets its pair. You can choose not to eat when you”re hungry and choose not to fuck when you”re horny…same with this love bullshit; you can only choose to ignore it, but it”s gonna be there whether you want it or not.”
”Maybe we should start calling you Doctor Blaze like Doctor Fucking Phil.”
”I was leaning more in the direction of Philosopher Blaze.”
I closed my eyes, and my senses were inundated by the memory of Grace. ”She”s pretty damaged.”
”Yeah, Nick mentioned a few things. She talk to you?”
I told Blaze what I”d learned from Ash and Grace. He was enraged when I finished.
”When this shit”s over, you and I are going to Sacramento to beat on this asshole.”
”Grace will say he”s not worth you and I going to jail for.”
”What do you say?”
”That we go to Sacramento and put a beat down on the guy.”
Blaze clapped my shoulder. ”Atta boy!”