13. Jay
CHAPTER 13
JAY
“ D id you hear that siren last night?” I ask Violet and Fiona, one of the other cocktail waitresses, as I mix a drink.
They both stare at me openly. “What’s happened?” Violet asks. Her green eyes study me carefully, as do Fiona’s.
“I saw something on my phone about a string of robberies.”
“In Maplewood?” Fiona asks.
Violet frowns. “What kind of robberies? Like breaking into an empty store or sticking a gun in someone’s back and demanding all their money?” She places a hand on her hip and tosses her bright red hair over her shoulder. Despite her casual pose, I can tell that she is concerned.
“I don’t know if there’s a gun involved, but several women have been attacked. The person isn’t going after stores, but people.”
Fiona gasps while Violet just bites her bottom lip.
I continue, “I just want you both, everyone really, to be careful. You leave here late, and I don’t want you to become targets.”
“We know the rules,” Violet responds. “Women aren’t allowed to use cell phones while walking alone. They always have to be aware of any sounds around them. Carrying mace or some other weapon is preferable. In fact, leaving places at the same time every day and walking the same route isn’t even recommended because you can become a target.”
Fiona reaches for her hair. “Ponytails are easier for an attacker to pull. You’re supposed to wear your hair down.” She frees her hair, and I watch in awe as these two women recite from some rule book I’ve never heard of. I hand Fiona her tray of drinks, and she takes it readily.
Before I hand Violet her order, I reach across the counter and place my hand on hers. “I want to walk you to your car tonight… just to make sure.”
Violet opens her mouth, and I’m sure she’s going to protest. “Jay, I’ve taken care of myself for years. I know how to keep myself safe.”
“I would just feel better if I knew that you got to your car safely. Do it for me if you won’t do it for yourself.”
“Or you just want a chance to feel me up in the dark,” Violet responds.
I glance around, but no one is within hearing distance. Some of our customers have already settled their tabs and drifted out the door. There are only a few left.
I lean forward, “Maybe some of that too.” I shake my head, getting the image out of my head. “No, I wouldn’t do that. I honestly just care about your safety. It shouldn’t be an issue in Maplewood, but until the police figure out who’s doing this, I just want to make sure you get home safely.”
Violet smiles and takes her tray of drinks. As she heads across the bar, her hips sway in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The way she asked me if I wanted to feel her up… I feel like I can’t get my heart rate under control. That genuinely wasn’t my reason, but now, I can’t stop thinking about running my hands over her body.
Was that an invitation or was she just teasing me?
An hour later, I’m encouraging our last customers to go on home. I’ve already sent Fiona and the other waitresses out. It’s just Violet and me. When I’m done wiping down the counter, I lay the cloth out to dry on the sink, then look around for Violet.
She’s got a puffy coat on, one that falls almost to her knees. She pulls the hood up, framing her beautiful face and leaving a shock of red hair on either side of her face.
“Ready?” I ask.
Violet reaches into her pockets, then nods. “Yes, I’ve got everything.”
As we step out into the cold autumn air, I glance up and down the street. Maplewood is pretty dead at this time of night. My business is the only one open this late. Everyone else is home and in bed long before me.
“I’m parked that way,” Violet says, pointing to the left.
We stroll past a couple of dark shops, and I find myself checking the shadows of each doorway. It would be pretty hard for someone to hide there, but I can’t help being a little paranoid.
“There,” Violet says, pointing to a nondescript gray car.
I don’t want to leave her just yet. The walk was too short, so I lean against the car, my elbow on top of it.
Last time we talked, we were starting over. But it’s hard to know exactly what that means. Violet stands in front of me, her breath visible in the cold night air. She looks up at me, and for a moment, neither of us says anything.
“I appreciate you walking me to my car,” she finally says. She pulls the keys out of her pocket, fingering them in a way that makes me wish she was touching me instead.
“Of course. It’s the least I can do.” My eyes trace the outline of her hood. All I can see is her face but that doesn’t mean I don’t remember what the rest of her looks like.
She takes a step closer so that there is almost no space between us. “You don’t have to worry about me, you know. I can handle myself.”
“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care. I mean… if you had walked to your car by yourself and something had happened, I’d never forgive myself.”
She bites her lip, and I can’t help but be drawn to the movement. I find myself leaning toward her even though I don’t remember making a conscious decision to close the space between us.
“Jay...” she starts, but I cut her off, unable to hold back any longer.
I press my lips to hers. She hesitates for a split second, then melts into the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, feeling the warmth of her body against mine even though we have two coats between us.
Her lips hungrily work at mine, and I have trouble breathing as Violet presses herself against me. My dick is already hard, and she’s barely touched me. I push my hips against her, wondering if she can feel me through the thickness of her coat.
I don’t want her to be wearing her coat. I want her to be wearing nothing. I want to run my fingers up and down her skin.
My hands move to her waist, but all I can feel is her coat. I need to get the damn thing off her. She tilts her head, giving me better access to her neck, and I take full advantage, kissing her jawline from her chin to her ear. Then, I run my tongue down her neck, tasting her like a delicacy.
Violet tilts her head back, and it’s easier for me to taste her gorgeous, creamy skin. I want to move slowly, but my body is urging me forward. I nip and kiss along the sensitive skin of her neck. She gasps, her hands tightening on my shoulders, and I can feel my own desire building. My other hand moves to her hip, squeezing gently, eliciting another gasp from her. She makes a small sound in the back of her throat, and it drives me wild.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” I murmur against her skin.
“Me too.” Her words escape in puffs of warm breath in the cold air.
I bring my lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, passionately. I want her. No, I need her. I want more kisses. I want more of everything she has to offer.
Violet shivers, but I don’t think it’s from the cold. Her hands find their way to my hair, pulling the ends of it as she weaves her fingers through the strands. Shivers run down my spine.
I let one hand slide from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. I can feel her body heat through the layers. It suddenly feels like I’m in a 100 degree furnace, and I am about to suffocate from the heat.
I hastily remove my jacket and place it on top of Violet’s car.
She responds by pressing her body even closer to mine, her hands moving across my shoulders to my upper arms, then down to my chest. My shirt isn’t much protection against the cold, but I can’t even seem to feel the cold with how hot Violet is making me feel.
We kiss like that for what seems like an eternity, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling in the cold night air.
Finally, I know that if we’re going to keep going, it’s time to move it inside her car. I want to remove her clothing piece by piece. I want to taste her slowly and carefully, but I also don’t want to put on a show for any cars that happen to drive right by us.
“I want you now,” I tell her, my voice husky.
Violet doesn’t meet my eyes, but she gives me all the answer I need when she presses a button on her keys. Her car beeps, and the lights flash. Then, she opens the door to the back seat.
“Welcome to my car,” she says. I nod toward the backseat, wanting her to get in first. She does, but not before she removes her coat.
She’s not trying to be sensual as she does, but I can’t take my eyes away from her as she slides one arm out, then the other. With her coat off, I can fully appreciate the outfit that I’ve only seen in quick snapshots throughout the evening.
She’s wearing a red dress that’s only a few shades lighter than her hair. It has a low-cut V neckline, teasing me with a quick glimpse of her breasts. The dress comes to a few inches below her butt, and I wonder what kind of lingerie she might be wearing tonight.
After tossing her coat into the front seat, Violet crawls into the backseat on her hands and knees. I groan, wishing the car had more space. As I slide in behind her, I lift up the edge of her dress, sliding it up around her waist so that I have the perfect view of her ass in its delicate, lacy, black underwear.
I smack her ass as I close the car door behind me. Violet doesn’t move immediately, but she leaves her ass there for a moment like she’s dangling a tasty treat in front of me.
I bend forward and bite her gently, then harder. She yelps and jerks away from me just a little. But she still doesn’t move out of her position. I can tell that she wants more. She wants me to touch her, and what kind of gentleman would I be if I denied her the little pleasures in life?
I squeeze her ass, smacking one cheek while caressing the other. Violet groans and arches her back, curving herself back until she’s looking up at the roof of her car.
“Jay, you know what you’re doing,” she says as she settles onto the seat, her dress covering her underwear again.
I can’t control the sudden desire I have for her. It’s like I’m no longer in control of my movements. I grab Violet’s leg and tug her toward me. She understands immediately what I want, and she straddles my lap, her dress riding up to her waist again.
We begin kissing again, but now, I feel free to let my hands roam. Without Violet’s coat in the way, I can really explore her body. I pull her against me so that her breasts are pressing against my chest, only an inch or two away from my face.
Violet’s lips on mine excite me, and I thrust my hips against her so that she can feel how hard I am. When she groans, there is a part of me that wants to flip her over and shove myself inside her. I want to make her scream and beg, have her call my name. But I don’t. I’m slow and careful.
I want to make her come again and again. I want to make her remember this night for the rest of her life.
I can’t breathe, and I pull myself away from Violet’s lips. I kiss her gently one more time before trailing my kisses down to her sternum then onto her breasts. I carefully extract one, yanking the V neck down and around it so that her nipple is directly in front of me. No bra tonight, and I’m glad that it makes her easily accessible to me.
Violet leans back a little so that all I can see in front of me is her breast. Using my tongue, I carefully work my way around her hardening bud, and she gasps at the sensation. I grab her other breast and slowly massage it as my tongue teases her nipple.
“Jay… Jay!” she says, the first one almost like a warning before she starts to lose her mind.
From that moment on, she doesn’t contain her groans anymore. The car is filled with a strange symphony of pleasure as I take her other nipple into my mouth. I push the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, sliding my hands down her stomach until the dress is pooled at her waist.
I run my hands along her flat stomach, feeling the smoothness of her skin against my fingers before bringing them back to her perfect breasts. I run my finger around her areola, the little bumps making me harder, if that’s even possible.
I push my face between her breasts, squeezing them on either side of my head. I can feel my come leaking out of me. My dick throbs with desire, but I keep making myself wait. I can’t take her without giving her pleasure too.
I rub my thumbs in circles on both of her nipples as her back arches. “Jay!” she calls again. I bite at her neck as she wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer to her.
“I don’t think this is fair,” I tell her. “You’re practically naked, and I still have all my clothes on.”
Violet is having trouble breathing steadily, but she is lucid enough to agree to that. “Let me help you,” she says, her hands moving to my T-shirt. She pulls it up and over my head in one swift movement.
Then, she gets off my lap and sits on the seat beside me. Her hands come toward my groin area, and I sit back, wanting her to have access to do whatever she wants to me.
It takes her a moment to get the button undone. Her fingers keep slipping, but then, my jeans are undone, and she’s shoving them down. I lift myself off the seat to help her, allowing her to shove them to the ground.
Then, she slowly peels back my boxers, taking my throbbing cock in her hand. There’s a dark spot left behind on the underwear, but it’s not from her, it’s from me. She’s doing a number on my body, and I’m close to leaking everywhere.
Violet laughs a throaty chuckle, but it’s not mean. It’s more like in wonder and excitement that she has managed to do this to me.
Once I’m completely naked, Violet rubs her thumb in circles along the head of my dick, spreading the wetness along it. Her other hand grabs my balls and gently squeezes them.
She throws me off when she leans forward and takes me into her mouth. The shock of her boldness and the fact that she’s now running her tongue up and down my length has more pre-come forming at the head, and Violet’s tongue is there a moment later, licking it away.
Holding me steady, she takes me entirely into her mouth, and my fingers grasp at the edge of the seat, needing something to hold onto. Her movements are fast and practiced. She clearly knows what she’s doing, and I don’t want her to ever stop.
But then, I feel like I’m about to come, and I don’t want to, not yet. I’m nowhere near ready for this to end.
I slowly push Violet backward, giving myself a moment to pull back from the edge. I want to treat her just as gently as she’s treating me. I want her to come first before I worry about myself.
I pull Violet’s dress the rest of the way down and get another look at her black lingerie. It’s lacy, and there’s a tiny rose design along the top part. I slide my fingers between her panties and her skin, finding my way to her clit. Violet leans back against the seat and closes her eyes as I touch her. She gropes for my dick, but I keep myself out of her reach, wanting her to just enjoy the moment.
Violet grabs my shoulders, her nails digging into me, giving me the most sinful pleasure. I move my thumb faster and faster against her clit, and she’s no longer groaning. She’s now almost screaming as my fingers bring her to orgasm.
She jolts as I feel her warm liquid coat my hand, and I growl almost primally at how possessive I feel in this moment. My come. My pussy. My woman.
Violet’s breathing hard as she comes down, and I gently push her back against the seat, ready to relieve her of her panties.
But instead of allowing me to do that, her eyes fly open, and a naughty smile fills her face. “Now, it’s my turn,” she says. She shimmies out of her panties herself, dropping them to the floor of her car. Then, she forces me back on the seat with a hand to my chest.
As she leans into the front seat, I get a full view of her ass, and I can’t help myself. I smack it hard, and she jumps a little.
The front seat buzzes as she leans it forward, giving us a little more room.
Now, she comes back and sits on my lap, her back to me. I can feel my dick pressing up against her, but it’s not inside her… not yet.
I run my hands down her back, squeezing at her hips as she teases me by moving back and forth on my cock.
I’m groaning like a madman, desperate to be inside her.
Finally, she pushes herself up a little more and reaches between her legs for me, using my length to tease her clit. I want to grab her hips and pull her down onto me hard, but I try to control myself.
I grab her hips instead, loving the feel of her bare skin in my hands.
Suddenly, I feel the difference. Her pussy is wet and warm and tight all around me, but just the head of my cock. I want more, and as much as I’m trying to control myself, I can’t anymore.
I pull down on her hips with my hands, and my strength carries her backward, directly onto me. I push up into her, knowing that it won’t take long to make me come, not with Violet’s ass directly in view.
She grips the back of the front seat, which is leaning forward enough now so that she has the perfect angle to move. She starts slowly, moving herself up and down on me. I fix my eyes on her ass, watching as it moves, wanting to bite her, to consume her. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I rest my hands gently on her hips, guiding her as she starts to move up and down, faster and faster.
“Oh god, Jay,” Violet says. I think she’s about to tell me she can’t move any further, that her legs are giving out, but as she continues to move steadily up and down, I feel a new warmth running down my dick. The sinful noises between us grow more wet, and Violet keens. She’s coming again, squeezing around my cock like she wants to hold me there forever.
This time, I can’t help myself. I grip her hips tightly, and I move along with her so that we are almost slamming against each other with every move.
I’m so close to coming. I know I need to pull out. I have to pull out, but I want to finish inside her. It takes all of my human strength to pull out, my come landing half on her back and half on the seat in thick ropes as I grunt through my release.
We both freeze for a moment, the only sound in the car is our gasps for breath. I can’t get enough of Violet, and I’m afraid I’m past the point of no return.