20. Violet
CHAPTER 20
VIOLET
J ay shows up at my mom’s house the next day just like he promised.
I’ve gotten my mom settled onto the couch, and she’s watching TV. She is just happy that she has access to streaming services and her British dramas again, not the daytime soaps that the hospital was playing.
With the remote in her hand, she starts to drift off, a side effect of all the medication she’s currently on.
Just as I’ve decided to creep out of the living room and grab my phone, I hear a knock on the front door.
I scurry over to answer it as quickly as I can, hoping he won’t knock again.
Jay is smiling, and he’s holding another large paper bag of food. My mouth waters from the savory smell, but I don’t want to dig in yet. I should wait for my mom to wake up.
“I need to head to the bar in an hour, but I thought I would drop by for a quick visit,” Jay says.
I take the bag from his hand and deposit it on the kitchen counter, nodding for him to come in as I do. He follows me in, eyes scanning the open kitchen and living room area. His eyes fall on my sleeping mom, and he turns back to me.
I nod, motioning for him to come down the hall to my room so we can talk. Even though today isn’t as cold as some of the recent days have been, there is a strong wind that makes sitting outside miserable.
I stop in the doorway to my room, pushing it open slowly as I check for anything that’s too messy or embarrassing. Jay steps on the back of my foot. He immediately backs up and squeezes my arm with a quiet “sorry” right in my ear. His warm breath on my neck makes me shiver as I realize that I’m inviting this incredibly sexy man into my room.
Holy shit, it’s my teenage dream.
Once I determine that my room isn’t too messy, I step inside and motion for Jay to come in too. Then, I shut my door quietly after myself.
Jay surveys my room, and I can feel the silent judgment oozing from him. The bulletin board full of pictures and random mementos, the plushies, and—oh god—the shirtless Chris Evans poster.
“Please note that I decorated this place when I was fourteen. Nothing has really changed since then.”
Jay lifts his hands in a show of innocence. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t have to say something for it to be obvious what you’re thinking.” I elbow him in the ribs. Jay looks around again, and I think I might detect a little bit of insecurity as he decides where to sit. I flop back onto the full-sized bed and motion for Jay to sit on the mattress as well.
He perches on the end, looking at me between strands of his long, black hair. He finally brushes his hair back from his face until I can see him clearly.
“Thanks for looking out for us,” I say, propping myself up on my pillows and looking at him way at the other end of the bed.
“Yeah, of course. I mean, it’s no problem.”
“Why are you doing it?” I’m not going to dance around things and try to guess about feelings and thoughts and… I’m too old for that kind of high school drama.
Jay licks his lips, and I don’t think he realizes how incredibly sensuous he is when he’s doing it. “I care about you. I mean… you’re a hard-worker, and I’ve appreciated the effort you’ve put in at The Rusty Oak.”
I don’t buy it for a second. Before my mom was taken to the hospital, I was acting incredibly awkward and standoffish because I didn’t know how to deal with Jay.
But now that I’ve had time to think through my feelings, I know what’s really going on. I like him. I don’t think it’s possible to have sex with someone and not like them, not for me anyway. So… here I am. Full of something like admiration for Jay but not knowing what to do with it.
I watch him for a moment as his eyes scan the posters I thought were wall-worthy when I was in high school. I sit up and grab his chin, gently turning him to face me. When his eyes land on my face, only inches away, I find myself breathless.
With great effort, I say, “Could you stop judging high school me?”
“I think you could convince me to do that,” Jay tells my lips.
I slowly stick out my tongue and run it along my bottom lip before pulling it into my mouth and biting it. Jay lets out a groan that I’m afraid is too loud.
“Don’t start doing things like that unless you intend to follow through on the promises you’re making me.” Jay is still having a hard time looking anywhere except my lips.
“Who said I don’t intend to follow through?” I ask, suddenly knowing exactly what’s going to happen. Despite the fact that I’m not sure how to deal with our relationship, I know how to deal with this moment.
Jay bends forward, and his lips touch mine.
I allow myself to let go, to stop thinking so much and just enjoy. Jay’s lips instantly find their rhythm as they kiss mine, the yeasty smell of beer on his jacket enveloping us.
His hands cup my face. I want them to move further down, but I’m willing to wait. Instead, I slip my hands inside the folds of his jacket, sliding them up his chest until I reach his shoulders. I push my hands down his shoulders, forcing him to shrug off the jacket so I can touch him a little more easily. He’s wearing a plain red T-shirt underneath, and I slide my hands down his chest before moving them underneath his shirt and sliding them back up, my fingers gliding over his skin.
Jay’s tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and I don’t resist. I meet his tongue with my own, warmth flooding through me as we hungrily kiss each other.
I want him, and the kiss is not nearly enough. My hands rest on his shoulders, underneath the fabric of his T-shirt, and I squeeze the large muscles he has built up there.
I slowly pull back from Jay’s mouth, trying desperately to catch my breath as he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt over his head.
Jay reaches for my sweater and pulls it up and over my head in one smooth motion. Then, he runs a finger down my skin, starting at my shoulder and going around my breasts, then to my stomach.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“I’d rather hear you say it,” I tell him, my lips just by his ear.
He kisses me on my neck, one kiss for each word. “You… are… beautiful.” Then, he starts to run his mouth down my arm from my shoulder to my elbow, his tongue working away and interrupting his kisses.
I pull Jay’s earlobe into my mouth, nibbling at the edge of it. He starts to groan, and I instantly remember where we are.
“My mom is sleeping in the living room. I don’t want to…”
“Oh, you want me to be quiet,” Jay says, his warm breath making me shiver. He moves his lips until they are right next to my ear. “You want to touch me like that, and you don’t want me to make any noise? I’ll try my best, but I’m not making any promises.”
Without warning, Jay pushes me back onto the bed. I land against the pillows, and he leans over me. He finds both of my hands with his and intertwines our fingers together as he presses his mouth against mine once more.
I can feel my panties getting wet as Jay presses against my body, putting us skin to skin. The weight of his leg resting in between mine and his hips grinding into me makes me want to grab him and pull him fully on top of me, fully in side me.
He pulls our hands up closer to my head and adjusts so that I can feel his dick pressed hard against my core. I want to grab him, pull him toward me, run my thumb along the smooth end of his cock.
But he won’t let me. He keeps my hands pinned in place above my head, only letting me feel the taste of his mouth against mine. After what feels like an eternity, Jay finally slides his hands out of mine and moves his mouth further down my body.
He kisses my neck, then the swells of my breasts, slowly working his way to the edge of my bra. I push myself up against him, arching my back.
Jay reaches underneath me and with quick precision, undoes my bra. I feel the immediate release of tension around my ribcage, watching Jay’s face as he slides my bra down my arms and off. He drops it to the floor beside the bed, then carefully addresses each breast, giving them equal attention.
Jay’s tongue works its way up to my nipple until he begins stroking it back and forth, around and around.
I’m a groaning mess beneath him, and Jay pauses for a moment, grinning at me. “I thought we had to stay quiet.”
“No one told you to stop,” I shoot back.
“Yes ma’am.”
Jay’s hands work their way down my body as his mouth stays on my nipples, tugging at them, sucking at them, nipping at my breasts. His dark hair falls in curtains around his face so that I can’t see what he is doing. I can only feel the ripples of pleasure that work their way up my body.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as Jay’s hands reach the waistband of my pants. He hooks his fingers under the fabric and slowly tugs at them, hinting at what he wants without taking it right away.
But I don’t let him. I can’t lay passively any longer. I have to do something, touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he’s giving me.
I sit up, and Jay gives me the room to move. I reach for his pants and undo the button. He stands up, and I slide his pants to the ground. His cock bulges against his boxers.
He leans forward, making it harder for me to reach him, and with devastating care, wraps his fingers around my throat. I nearly come on the spot as he whispers in my ear, “I don’t think it’s exactly fair that you have on more clothing than I do.”
“Well, maybe you should even things out,” I say back, a smile in my voice.
His fingers slide to the back of my neck, and he uses the leverage to gently pull me back to my feet before undoing the button on my jeans. He slides them to the ground, and I step out of them. We’re both down to our underwear, and seeing his body, seeing so much skin exposed sends my body into a frenzy.
I press myself against him, wanting to feel as much of his skin against mine as I can. I bend forward and kiss across his chest, curling my fingers to drag my nails down the flesh of his pecs.
But despite his low groan, Jay is having none of it. He slowly spins me around until my back is facing him, pulling me flush against his front. I can feel his cock, hard and waiting, pressing into my back. He grabs my arms, then my shoulders, then slowly squeezes my skin like a mini massage as he works his way to my ass. It’s like he can’t help himself, needing to take every inch of me in his hands.
Then, he presses a hand into my upper back, and I follow his silent command, leaning forward and using my hands to brace myself on the bed.
Jay smacks my ass, and the sound is so loud I’m sure my mother is going to call out from the living room, having woken up from the noise. I hold my breath, and Jay pauses for a moment too. But when we don’t hear anything, Jay chuckles under his breath and grabs my ass to pull me against him.
I don’t know how he managed it, but at some point in the last thirty seconds, he took off his boxers without me noticing. His cock slides between my legs, pressing against my clit through my panties.
I lean back against him, rocking backward as Jay squeezes my ass, harder and harder. I hear him sucking in air, and I can tell he’s trying to keep his noises to a minimum.
Slowly, Jay’s nimble fingers slip beneath the hem of my panties and slide them off my ass, kissing every inch of exposed skin as he goes. I’m trembling with anticipation by the time he finally discards them on the floor.
I glance at him over my shoulder, and Jay is biting his lower lip, looking at me with such desire sparking in his dark eyes that it makes me yearn to have him inside me… right now.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper.
I can barely manage a response. “Jay, if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die.”
His grin is sinful as he takes in my words and the power I’ve given him. “Mmm, I have you right where I want you, gorgeous. Let me take my time with you.” He loops his arm around my waist to pull me upright and turns me, our naked bodies pressed against each other.
I can’t control my hands, sliding them down until I find his cock and slowly pump him, feeling his skin sliding with my palm.
His mouth finds mine again, our tongues moving together and stroking each other as I show him just how hungry I am to have him right now. His hands run down every inch of my body, stopping on my hips before he pushes me gently back on the bed.
Jay’s hand slides between my thighs, and I gasp as his fingers find my clit, circling it gently at first, then with increasing pressure. My hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. I arch into his touch, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I’m no longer able to hold onto his dick or think about pleasuring him. All I can do is close my eyes and let him touch me.
“You like that?” he whispers quietly, his voice sending shivers down my spine as it echoes in the small space.
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back against the pillows. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His fingers continue their rhythmic movements, despite the way I’m wiggling and arching. I can feel him bringing me closer and closer to the edge, and I know it’s going to be hard to keep my climax to myself. But I don’t want to cry out. I don’t want to risk waking up my mom. Yet somehow, the thrill of being caught makes it even hotter. The tension is building in my core, a tight coil ready to snap.
I try to stay quiet. “Jay, I’m gonna…”
“I know.” He is so close to me, bending over me, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. I want him. I want to wait until he’s inside me to finish, but I can’t. I can’t control it any longer.
“Let go, Violet.”
His words are my undoing. I cry out, my body convulsing as I feel myself coming, waves of pleasure pulsing through every part of my body. Jay’s fingers never stop, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy until I’m left trembling and breathless.
He kisses me gently, his touch soothing, and I feel a sense of warmth and safety that I haven’t felt in a long time. As my breathing slows, I open my eyes to find him watching me, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“I thought you said something about being quiet,” he murmurs next to my ear.
My eyes suddenly widen, and I glance at the doorway. It’s still firmly shut, and I don’t hear anything above the rise and fall of whatever TV show is on in the living room.
“Maybe I should have turned the volume up louder.”
Jay takes his dick in his hand, apparently not worried about the potential that my mother could find out what we’re doing. “We’re two grown adults. Now, it’s your turn to make me come.”
I accept the challenge, eagerly sitting up and bending over, taking Jay in my mouth. He rests his hands on my head, threading those capable fingers through my hair. I love this position; Jay kneeling so I can pleasure him, letting me submit to his dominance, knowing that I trust him to take care of me and my body.
I want to make him groan and scream just as he made me. I slowly work my tongue up his length to the head, collecting the bubble of come that came out while he was working on me.
Jay starts groaning right away as I take him completely into my mouth and move my head up and down, gliding the tip of my tongue along his shaft with each upward pull. After a minute or two, he lifts my head off of him, though a long line of saliva still connects me to him. “Slow down. I don’t want to come yet.”
And I don’t want him to either. Because it means that this moment will be over, that I’ll have to think about real life, not just about how to pleasure Jay. And that’s something I don’t want to have to think about.
So, I give him a chance to come back from the edge as I touch his balls, flicking my tongue out to tease the end of his dick.
But that drives him crazier. Jay grabs my head and guides me back to him, giving instructions for exactly what he wants. “Don’t stop,” he demands. He rests his hands on my shoulders, and I wrap my lips around him. We both begin moving in sync, his hips going back and forth as I move my head, trying to find a rhythm.
I can feel the wetness starting to build up between my legs again, and I can’t believe I can already feel myself building to another climax.
Finally, I can’t hold the position any longer, and I flop back on the bed.
Jay moves forward, pushing my legs apart with his knees until he’s in between them. Then he leans forward, and I feel the head of his cock sliding through the wetness of my pussy. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of him slowly entering me, inch by inch until his hips are pressed against mine.
He leans forward, balancing with his elbows on either side of me, his face only a few inches from mine. His dark hair falls forward on either side of his head, brushing my cheeks.
At that moment, he begins to move himself slowly in and out of me. I grip the comforter, searching for some way to release the tension building inside me without screaming. I slowly lift my legs and wrap them around Jay, pulling him harder against me.
He sucks in air through his teeth as he rocks back and forth, back and forth. Each time he moves forward, I grip the comforter a little tighter.
“You are making me crazy,” I whisper, our faces so close. My eyes pop open, pupils fully dilated, and I watch the pleasure march its way across his face. He can’t even form words because he’s so busy moving inside me, bringing himself to the edge.
I lean upward and sink my teeth into his shoulder, relishing the growl it releases from deep in his chest, then run my tongue up his neck to his ear.
That small gesture is Jay’s undoing. His pumps become rapid, hitting that spot deep within me with such a quick pace that I lose all control, a second orgasm igniting me from the inside out.
Jay sounds like an animal in agony as he comes with me. He jerks himself out just in time, and I watch as a stream of white hits my stomach. We both breathe hard, and I don’t want this moment to end. I want to feel him on top of me for as long as I can. I grab one of my blankets and wipe off my stomach, then pull his naked body back on top of mine. He keeps most of his weight off of me by balancing on his elbows.
“Wow,” I manage to say, my voice still a little shaky.
“Wow is one way of putting it. You’re incredible, Violet.”
I pull him closer for another kiss, feeling a deep sense of connection. I don’t want this moment to end. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“I hope we can do that again.”
All of the awkwardness I felt before is gone, replaced by a sort of comfortableness. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“If you can keep making me come like that.”
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. “Always,” he says before laughing.
“Violet, are you home?” I hear my mom calling from the living room. Jay and I both look at each other and scramble for our clothes, giggling like children. So much for making the moment last. It’s time to get back to taking care of my mother. I can think about Jay naked later.