Chapter 6 | Spirit
When I exited the building, the driver approached me. “Mr. Legend insists I drive you back to the hotel. He’ll find his own way back.”
I waited for the driver to open the door. I looked back at the entrance to the club and could see him faintly through the glass, watching me. I should feel better that I finally released what had been inside me for years. All I felt was pain, not relief. Whispers of the pain I experienced back then combined with the rawness of the hurt that spread across Jace’s face as I spewed my emotions like an exploding volcano.
I arrived at the hotel glumly and rode to the penthouse suite. At least it was big enough for us to have our space. I walked into the bedroom and screamed. In the soft lamplight, Jace stood by the balcony, looking over the bright lights of the strip. “I told the driver to go the long way to bring you back so you had time to cool off. I wanted to wait for you in here so we could talk in case you decided not to let me in the suite. I told you I wouldn’t let you walk out on me again, yet you did. You told me you wouldn’t change your mind about fucking. I guess you lied.”
“Are you serious right now?”
He looked back at me. “Very.”
“I don’t even want you touching me.”
“If you can be honest about how much I hurt you, then be honest about how much you still want me to fuck you.”
“Is this like reverse psychology? I don’t want you anymore.” I hit my hand against my chest.
Jace turned around and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I asked, appalled, though I couldn’t stop staring at him. Arrogance shouldn’t be this damn sexy.
“You can leave, or you can take all your anger out on me while we fuck?” he pulled off his shirt. On their own volition, my eyes drifted to his still muscular physique and the Bison on his right pec from his time at Howard. Jace reached into his pocket and pulled out a blunt that looked more like a brown cigarette and a lighter. He puffed on it and unbuttoned his pants before sitting on the chaise lounge that faced me. Next to the lounge was a table that held my favorite wine and two glasses.
Jace didn’t smile while he puffed and narrowed his eyes at me. “This is me. I’m flawed. Fucked over women. Some fucked over me. I smoke because if I didn’t, I couldn’t get out of bed most days. I don’t know who I am without football. Doing this business with my brothers, helping revive failing businesses, saved me from drinking myself to death. My best friend has become my twenty-one-year-old daughter, who still loves me despite how I treated her mother. Just because I didn’t reach out to you didn’t mean you didn’t cross my mind when my life was hard. I could hear your voice telling me I could do it and everything would be alright. I couldn’t let you leave here angry at me because you’re my comfort.” He widened his stance so his legs were on either side of the chaise lounge. “Come ride me.”
At my hesitation, he repeated. “If you were disgusted by what’s happening right now, you would’ve left. Stop. Just stop it. Get your fine ass over here, and let me bring you pleasure like you’ve never fucking had. You kissed me in the elevator because you fantasized about it. Tell me what else you fantasized about me doing to you.”
I looked at him, and how fucking sexy he looked right now. Uncaring and a coldness, he hadn’t shown me. He had his guard up, fully expecting me to hurt him once we fucked. I slowly moved toward him as he continued to smoke, placing one arm behind his head. His gaze roamed my body. I pushed down the top of my dress and rolled it off my body. Boldly, I mounted him, wearing my heels, bra, and panties.
He took another puff, placed the joint in my mouth, and I mimicked his actions. I felt the smoke float in my mouth and down my throat. Then he inhaled and opened my mouth with his to exhale. Our tongues mated as smoke moved in between us, and I began to relax into him. He easily unsnapped my bra from years of practice. My full, thick breasts fell against his chest, and he continued to smoke as I started kissing his neck, his bearded chin, and his lips.
Jace leaned forward while I kissed him all over his face to pour Cabernet Sauvignon into one of the glasses. He drank from the glass, still holding the blunt in the same hand as the glass. When I kissed his lips, he pushed some of the alcohol from his mouth to mine. He licked the wine that spilled on my chin. Jace then dripped some of the wine over my breasts and nipples before dipping his head to taste and suck on me. I took the glass from his hand and sipped on the dark cherry and grape blended flavor, reveling in this man and this unexpected, sinful night.
I pressed his head in me as he sucked and sucked on my nipples. Taking his sweet time with each one while I enjoyed the exhilarating high from the smoke, wine, and lust. I gulped down most of the wine, lifted his chin, and kissed him with my mouth full. He licked and indulged in the liquid in my mouth. Then he leaned back to puff again, and I poured the remaining liquid down his sexy chest and abs.
As I moved down his muscled chest, tasting his sweet and salty skin, licking his large tat, and sucking his rigid nipples, his stomach clenched and unclenched with anticipation. He moaned and cursed under his breath at the way I delighted in his body like he was my favorite meal. I licked his belly button as he unzipped himself and pushed his pants down and off his feet to free his long, hard dick.
My dripping wet pussy tightened in anticipation of finally seeing and feeling his manhood deep inside. I met his hooded gaze, and he passed me the blunt to inhale, and when I did, he slipped his dick in my mouth. The smoke floated around his dick as I savored every inch of him. Moving up and down his pole, his grunts and noises encouraged me. His hand wrapped around my braids, guiding my mouth to the rhythm he preferred.
When I started squeezing his shaft to suck on his balls, he jerked, and I knew he would come soon. I placed his tip in my mouth, sucking him like he was a thick milkshake while I used my hand to move up and down harder and faster until he lost control and pressed my head to him so his cum could explode in my mouth. Jace demanded that I suck him dry and swallow every last bit. I eagerly obliged and smiled as soon as I wiped my mouth. “My turn.”
Jace’s jaw tightened. “Stand up.”
I stood next to the chaise, and he yanked my panties over my hips and down my legs.
He licked his lips and slunk down in the chair before he instructed, “Straddle my face.”
I held the back of the lounge as I crossed one leg over his face. Jace spread my slick lips wide with his hands, and his tongue and mouth ravaged my pussy. My legs were shaky, and the words from earlier today when he said he wanted to be knee-deep in my pussy had just come true. Jace had no qualms with fully tasting me and eating me out. I could barely breathe from the torture of the combination of his lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers. When I began to buck against him, he gripped my hips, so I had no choice but to handle whatever he gave me. I cursed him over and over as my body spiraled until my body exploded. Unable to hold myself anymore, I fell on top of him. He continued to lick my kitty cat up and down while I came down off my orgasmic high.
“Wake your ass up. We’re not done.” He chuckled as he lifted me and carried me to bed. He laid my body flat, gripped my thighs, and pushed them apart. Jace hovered over me as he donned a condom and thrust inside of me.
The intensity and pressure of his dick as he fucked me slowly, his hips rolling and thrusting, forced tears down the side of my eyes. He captured my moans in his mouth. Tonguing me and kissing me deeply while his dick took control of my body. The way he moved in and out of me, causing pleasurable shivers and erotic chills, surpassed my wildest imagination of what sex between us would be. I hugged him to me, wanting to feel his skin on mine, his heaviness and fullness.
Unguarded, Jace gazed down at me, his eyes soft and tender. I felt his love, though he never uttered it as he made love to me. His forceful thrusts evoked rapture that demanded release. In between his kisses, he urged me to fully let go. To scream, to yell, to hit him, or to scratch him. Whatever it took to unleash whatever negative emotion I ever had about him because he planned on mending my heart and loving me moving forward.
“Let go, baby. Come on. Hurt me,” he begged.
I slapped him twice, and he winced, though he never stopped moving inside of me. Driving me insane. My arms wrapped around his neck when he began to buck faster, and I bit his shoulder, tasting blood as my body spiraled out of control and my eyes rolled back. We both yelled at our climactic pinnacle. This time, he collapsed on top of me.