2. Violet
CHAPTER 2
VIOLET
I watch Jay from across the bar as he starts settling tabs with customers. I’ve already noticed his two servers cleaning up their areas and giving cheerful goodbyes as they step out into the nippy autumn night.
The way he moves is eye-catching, and I can’t seem to keep myself together. I hope I’m coming across as put-together, because the truth is that I just want to get laid.
I knew that when I looked up nearby bars from my mother’s house. I knew that when I walked through the door with my shoulders thrown back and a coy smile on my face. I just didn’t know who my target would be until I saw Jay and a torrent of memories swept through me.
I remembered going home with Hannah every day after school to do homework. But really, the reason I agreed to do homework with her when she was more distracting than anything else was because I knew that I would see Jay.
There would be that minute when he would walk in the door, all dirty from work. He and Hannah would start arguing, and he would smile at me and roll his eyes, like ‘can you believe this girl?’
But now, we are both older. We are both old enough to know what we want, and I think it’s pretty clear that tonight, we both want the same thing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jay approaching me, but I continue to watch the last few lingering customers.
Jay lays a hand on my arm, and I’m surprised by how warm it is. I turn and smile at him, breathing in the scent that surrounds him, a strange mix of citrus and bourbon. His job has literally rubbed off on him, but I find it sexy.
“They’re almost gone,” Jay says in a low tone, and I find myself focusing in on his lips. I’ve probably had one bourbon too many, but I’m not too drunk to know what I want.
“Should we have a little taste right now?” I ask, leaning forward so that Jay only has to move an inch or two to meet my lips.
Jay’s hand slides up my arm to my elbow, and he squeezes my arm gently as his lips meet mine. As he slowly kisses me, his soft lips ignite the rest of my body. I want him, all of him. This kiss is amazing, but at the same time, it isn’t enough.
I’ve always wanted to kiss him, and now that I’m finally doing it, my body doesn’t want me to stop.
I slide my hands up his arms, pausing at his biceps to squeeze his muscles gently. Then, someone calls for a check, and Jay breaks away. He doesn’t immediately run over to his customer, though. He lingers, for just a moment, his dark eyes meeting mine. As though in apology, he squeezes my hand before heading over to deal with the last of his customers.
I use the last few minutes by myself to make a quick trip to the bathroom and freshen up my hair and lips. I’m wearing a lacy, red lingerie set, and I can’t wait to see the look on Jay’s face when he sees it.
While in front of the mirror, I briefly think about the doubts that are flooding my mind, then I release them. There’s no time for doubt when a man who looks like Jay is offering himself to me.
I give my hair one last fluff. I think I feel more excitement than nerves, but it’s hard to tell. There’s one thing I know for sure. After all these years of thinking about Hannah’s sexy older brother, from a school crush to a memory to the reality in front of me, I’m finally going to have Jay. I take a deep breath, steadying myself before heading back out to the bar.
As I walk back, I see Jay finishing up with the last customer, his eyes catching mine with a promise that makes my heart race. I watch the last customer rise unsteadily from his barstool and stumble out into the night before turning to Jay. He’s grabbing a couple of dirty glasses and piling them in the dishwasher.
I reach the other side of the bar, and the counter feels like too much between us. I place a hand on it and push myself up until I’m sitting on the counter. Swinging my feet around, I’m facing Jay.
Jay leaves the glasses unwashed, his gaze intense as his eyes comb down my body, stopping at my knees and moving back up. The way he looks at me sends shivers down my spine.
Jay leans forward on the counter, wrapping his arms around my waist and gripping my ass tightly.
His voice is a low rumble now, and it makes my pulse quicken. "All set. Shall we?"
"Let's.” I don’t want to spend any more time talking. We’ve done enough talking tonight.
He takes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring as he pulls me toward him. I wrap my legs around him, and it’s clear that just looking at me has made him hard.
He holds me securely under my ass, and our lips meet again. But this time, there is no sense of propriety because others are watching. We are alone, and I kiss him like this might be my last chance to ever kiss anyone.
The kiss is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Our lips battle for dominance until I feel like I can’t breathe.
Jay’s hands start to wander. I feel his fingertips plucking at my bra straps under my dress. Each little twang sends a new wave of desire through me.
I try to pull back, try to catch my breath, but Jay just pulls me closer to him, biting my bottom lip so that I moan softly.
“Jay,” I try to say, but he doesn’t let me. He captures my mouth with his again, and his hands begin to explore me as fully as they can with our clothes still on. Well, if he’s touching me, then I want to touch him.
As he cradles my breasts one at a time in his hand, squeezing them gently, I reach for him. His arms are muscles piled on top of lean muscles, and I can feel them moving as I place my hands on them. Knowing he is strong, that he could pick me up and do whatever he wants with me makes me even wetter.
I want to grab Jay’s hand and shove it between my legs to show him how much I need him, but I don’t. I let Jay take things at his own pace, because I’m enjoying this too much.
I like the way that Jay touches me and appreciates me. He doesn’t just shove himself inside me and try to make himself finish. He actually seems to care about my experience. Being with him feels sensual in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time.
Jay finally breaks away, and I can tell that he’s having trouble breathing as well. He sets me on my feet and leans forward, nibbling at my earlobe, then at my neck. I giggle, realizing that even though it feels taboo, he’s given me full permission to explore him.
I slowly slide my hands under the hem of his white T-shirt, my fingers gliding up his chest until I find smooth, hard pecs. I move my left hand until I find his nipple and play with it slowly as he kisses my neck, my eyes fluttering closed as I lean into his touch.
He flinches a little at my teasing, hissing in a short breath I desperately want to hear again.
“Sensitive?” I giggle.
His growl against my skin is nothing short of primal, and I feel my panties getting wetter on the spot
He finds the bare skin on my back that my dress leaves exposed and runs his fingertips up and down it, his eyes fixed on me as though he is admiring what a specimen of a woman I am.
“I…” I start to say, but Jay doesn’t leave room for conversation. His lips find my neck again, causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip. How can he move so slowly when all I want to do is grab his dick and shove it in me?
His fingers fumble across the back of my dress until he finds my bra clasp. He undoes it, and I immediately feel a release of tension around my rib cage. Now, as he grabs my breasts, there is a little more freedom of movement.
I feel the back of the bar biting into my back as Jay pushes me into it harder and harder, but I welcome the feeling. I welcome everything Jay is doing to me.
I slide my hands out from under his shirt, because it isn’t enough for me anymore. I want him. I want to see how hard he is.
I reach for his pants and feel him through them, though it’s difficult to feel him well. I can tell that he’s hard, that kissing me is doing it for him, but his jeans are in the way. I gently squeeze the length of his cock, but it’s not enough. I want more of him, and I want him now. I’m impatient to see him and touch him skin to skin. I want to take his jeans off, but just as I reach for the clasp on his pants, Jay pulls back from my neck.
A flash of fear hits me. Is he regretting it? Is he going to decide that he’s had a taste of me, and doesn’t need anymore?
“I should probably lock the front door… I don’t want someone wandering in while we’re…” Jay makes a motion to us and what’s happening between us.
Smiling in relief, I watch as Jay strides over to the front door and slides a couple of bolts into place. Then, he comes back toward me and sweeps me into his arms again. I wrap my legs around him, and Jay carries me to one of the larger, oak tables in the back of the bar. He sits me on the edge of it, and I’m at the perfect height for kissing him.
It's as though I’ve already forgotten the magical sensation of his lips on mine, and I need to immerse myself to get back on track. Feeling daring, I reach for his belt and work to undo the buckle. Jay’s hands roam my back, pulling me closer until there's no space between us.
He slips my bra straps down and I pull my arms out, then he pulls my bra through one side of my dress and throws it somewhere to the side. I hear it hit the floor softly.
Jay’s thumb finds one of my nipples, and he starts rubbing it in soft circles as we kiss, and suddenly, I can’t breathe. I can’t even remember how to kiss. It’s like my lips stop working. That’s how mesmerizing his touch is.
Despite his jeans, it’s clear he wants me, and there’s a little bit of giddiness in me as I realize that I’m going to touch all of him.
As our kiss deepens, I feel his hands move to the hem of my dress, lifting it slightly. My breath comes in short gasps as Jay breaks away from my mouth and lifts my dress over my head.
I lean back slightly, just enough to give him a good view of the panties I picked out for tonight. Even though I had no idea it would be Jay seeing them, I’m glad it is. Jay's eyes widen, and he lets out a low whistle as he takes in the sight of me in my lacy, red lingerie.
"Wow," he breathes, his eyes raking over my body. "You look incredible."
I smile, feeling a surge of confidence. "I thought you might like it."
"Like it? I love it.” He steps forward again, his hands finding my waist and pulling me to the edge of the table. "But I think I'd like it even better if it wasn't in the way."
I laugh softly, wanting Jay to rip them off, to touch me like he has no control, then shove himself inside me so hard that I scream. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
Jay's eyes darken with lust as he accepts my challenge. His hands move to my breasts again, gently kneading them as his lips find mine, kissing me like I’m his last breath of oxygen on earth.
The kiss is hungrier this time, filled with a need that I mirror perfectly. I let my hands roam his body, but I’m not satisfied yet. I want to see Jay naked. I have been patient enough, and I’m not willing to wait any longer.
I reach for his belt again, and this time, Jay helps me undo it and unbutton his pants. I pull away from his lips and watch as I push his jeans to the ground. He steps out of them, and my eyes are glued to the erection under his black boxers. I never imagined he was… so big.
After a moment of breathless admiration, I reach for his underwear, and Jay helps me take them off, dropping them next to his jeans.
My mouth feels dry as I reach for his cock, wrapping my hands around it. I feel a sudden urge to bring him to my mouth, to taste him, lick him up and down like an ice cream cone.
Jay allows me to touch him as I want, his hands moving up and down my thighs with gentle squeezes as I slowly move my hand down the length of his dick, staring at the drop of liquid that has formed at the head.
I gently touch it with my thumb before bringing it to my mouth and tasting it. Now, it’s Jay who’s groaning.
When I look up at him to see how he’s reacting, he runs his tongue across his lips and raises an eyebrow as though challenging me.
I accept whatever challenge he is offering because I want him to feel just as admired and fulfilled as I do. I slowly run my hand up and down his shaft, my other hand going to his balls. The skin around them is taut, and I can feel my own wetness soaking my panties.
I take one of Jay’s empty hands and place it on the crotch of my underwear.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs.
“How could I not be?” I nod toward his erection.
Jay laughs a little. It’s not an awkward or uncomfortable laugh. It’s a laugh that says we can completely be ourselves with each other. “Now you understand my predicament.” He nods to himself where another bead of liquid is quickly forming at the head of his cock.
I want to take him in my mouth, but before I can act on that urge, Jay's hands move to my panties, sliding them down my hips and letting them drop to the floor. He steps back for a moment, his eyes raking over my naked body with a look of pure desire.
"You're beautiful," he says, his voice filled with awe.
"Thank you. Now, stop talking and take me.” It takes every ounce of courage and boldness I possess to spread my legs wider, balancing my feet on the chairs on either side of the table. It’s terrifying exposing myself like this, to trust that he’ll like what he sees.
Jay doesn’t say anything, but his physical response is enough for me. His hands go to my thighs on either side, and he kneels. His tongue begins caressing my pussy, parting the folds of skin as I grip the edge of the table and groan long and low.
He’s slow and methodical. Normally I’d relish this, savor every moment of this gentle torture. But right now, I want him to hurry up. I want him inside me so badly I ache. “Jay,” I murmur as his tongue enters me. “Jay!”
That only seems to animate him more. He squeezes my thighs gently as his tongue explores my every crevice. I close my eyes and feel myself start to come.
Jay squeezes my thighs harder as he consumes my orgasm. Giving my clit a small kiss, he stands up and starts rubbing in slow, steady circles as I try to sit up.
Jay pushes me back down, and I succumb to what he wants. But I can’t stop thinking about what it will be like to have him inside me
He finally stands, moving so slowly, so languidly it’s making me crazy. I grab his hips and pull him toward me faster. Jay laughs as he teases my clit with the end of his cock, and I groan as it sends an aftershock through my body.
I grip the sides of the table until my knuckles turn white, and that’s when Jay shoves himself inside me. I moan and wince but at the same time, I can’t stop the pleasure that creeps all the way up to my scalp.
Then, almost as if he enjoys causing me pain, Jay slowly slides out of me and begins running his fingers over my skin again.
I start to push myself back into a sitting position, but Jay puts a firm hand on my shoulder that puts me back in place.
“You just stay there. I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs in a deep voice that makes me shiver.
I open my mouth to say something, but Jay doesn’t give me the chance to protest. He boosts himself up onto the table, his skin against mine as he leans down and kisses me again.The slow, sensual teasing is long gone, replaced by kisses so ferocious it’s clear he can’t control himself. And I love it.
I love the feeling of his weight on me, his pecs pressing against my breasts, his hands cupping my face like my kiss is the only thing that is giving him life.
Jay groans, low and near my ear, and it’s time for me to tell him what I want. “I need you inside me,” I tell him, my voice low and husky.
Jay chuckles and moves back into a standing position, pulling me closer to the edge of the table, closer to him, closer to the climax I can feel building inside me once again.
I feel Jay tease my clit with his fingers again, and as I prop myself up on my elbows, I can see that he’s thrusting in a similar way. I watch the slow, circular motion until I’m almost hypnotized.
Then, Jay pushes me back down on the table.
“Close your eyes and enjoy it,” he commands.
I follow orders, closing my eyes so I don’t have to stare at the ceiling tiles of The Rusty Oak. I feel anticipation building within me. He’s slowed a little, not going fast enough, hard enough. I know that if he just shoves himself inside me again and again, I’ll come. And I want to come.
“Harder,” I beg, and Jay happily concedes, thrusting himself inside me again and again until I feel the desire building up so strongly that I can’t even breathe.
I crack an eye open and see that Jay’s gaze is fixed on my face, his eyes serious as he bites his lower lip. He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head, feeling the tension building.
“Jay, Jay,” I repeat over and over, wanting him to know that I appreciate his touch, the way he makes me feel like I could exist in this moment forever and be happy. I grip the edges of the table, wanting the release, but at the same time, I never want this moment to end.
Then, it happens. I let out a loud moan as I come, the tension suddenly releasing. My whole body seems to relax as pleasure washes through me. My grip on the table lessens, and I let out a shaky breath.
Jay smiles, laughing a little at my reaction, but his grip on my hips is tight. I can feel his fingers digging into my skin. He continues to slide in and out of me, our combined wetness making the movement smooth and seamless. Then, Jay suddenly jerks himself out of me and comes, a white string of come landing on my stomach.
We both freeze for a moment before laughing and trying to make sure neither one of us feels awkward. All I know is that that was the best sex I’ve had in a while.
“Let me get you something to… clean up with,” Jay offers, striding naked across his bar before grabbing a clean towel from a stack.
He tosses it to me, and I focus for a long minute on cleaning myself up, debating about whether I should say the next thing on my mind.
“Can I have your number?” I ask.
Jay laughs. “So we can do that again?” he teases.
I shrug. “I mean… you’re not too bad.” I glance at his still gleaming cock, remembering the pleasure he was giving me just moments before.
“Not too bad. I don’t know what to think of that. But sure… I’ll give you my number.” Jay leans forward, his warm breath hitting my ear. “And anything else you want.”