29. Jay
CHAPTER 29
JAY
O nce the storm has passed, I feel like I haven’t been outside in years. Hannah’s apartment is cramped, and we were sitting on the floor in the half-darkness playing card games for too long.
My legs ache.
There is still a light drizzle falling, but it’s clear that the main strength of the storm has passed. As I drive to The Rusty Oak to check on it, I am surprised by the state of the road. Debris, mostly from trees, covers the road, but I see a few bigger pieces of trash too. I have to go slowly, swerving around the mess as I drive.
Finally, I arrive at my bar and still see a few cars parked out front. I evaluate the building carefully, but it’s completely untouched. The Rusty Oak could handle its own against any storm.
Feeling full of pride for my little place, I stride toward the front door. But before I reach it, my phone rings.
I grab my phone out of my pocket, determined to send whoever it is to voicemail. But then, I see Violet’s name on the screen.
I slide the green “answer” button up and press my phone to my ear, stopping just under the eaves of the building but not entering.
“Hey, you’re safe?” I ask.
“Um, yeah, my mom and I are fine. She said you came by and talked to her earlier.”
I sense hesitation in Violet’s voice. She didn’t call just to tell me she was fine, did she? “Yeah, I went looking for you. Hannah was worried. She said you usually always answer your phone.”
“Yeah… I do. Listen, I’m actually calling to ask a favor.”
I put one hand on my hip while I continue to press my phone to my ear with the other one. “Yeah?”
“And you can totally say no, but I don’t know who else to ask. Well, actually, I asked Hannah, but it wouldn’t work for a number of reasons. And so…”
“What’s the favor?”
“My mom and I need a place to stay. The storm took out part of the roof. There’s some flooding, and… neither one of us has the money for a hotel until insurance kicks in. And?—”
“It’s fine. Yes, Violet, you can stay at my place. I have space. Look…” I glance up and down the street, checking out the debris. “If you feel comfortable, why don’t you drive over to my place? You can take a look at it, see what you think.”
“O-okay, thanks. I mean, yes, that’d be great.”
I give Violet my address, and she promises to come right over.
Instead of going inside, I stride back to my car.
I open the front door, and Violet is standing on the other side. I look behind her. “Where’s your mom? I thought you’d bring her with you.”
“She wanted to pack up some things. I told her I would help her, but I think she is tired of letting me help her with everything.” Violet throws her hands up in the air in a show of giving up. “Anyway, there’s only so much I can do.”
I step back and motion to the house. “Take a look around, then I can show you the bedroom.”
Violet steps inside. Her first couple of steps are timid, but then, it’s like she gains back her confidence and strides into the kitchen, running a hand along the mostly clean countertop.
“Cute place. You don’t have any roommates around the corner, do you?” she asks, turning to look back at me.
“Why? Because you don’t want us to be interrupted?” I approach Violet.
Despite the craziness from today or maybe because of it, I can’t help but feel relieved to see Violet here, in the flesh, clearly unharmed despite what happened to her mom’s house.
Violet raises an eyebrow at me, studying my eyes closely before she looks away. She runs her tongue over her teeth, and keeping her eyes averted, apologizes. “Sorry about how our conversation this afternoon went. I’m not making excuses, but I’m under a lot of stress. Either way, I should have handled things more maturely.”
I don’t want Violet to grovel too much. Even though her reaction didn’t make sense to me at the time, I understand it a little more now.
“I get it. And I don’t hold it against you. I want you to just forget about it. Move on, because I am.”
I take another step closer to Violet, and I reach for her hips. “I also know a really good way of relieving stress. I don’t know if you’re familiar with it or not, but I can show you.”
Violet looks at where my hands are resting on her hips, and I move slowly so that she can tell me to stop at any time she wants.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Violet finally looks me in the eyes again, and I know that she’s giving me permission to touch her and make her forget about what adult life is like sometimes.
An urge fills me to grab her and pull her against me, to make myself come as quickly as possible, but I want to relieve stress for Violet, not just myself. I want to make her feel good .
I lean forward and capture Violet’s mouth with my own. We kiss and kiss and kiss until I can feel my dick starting to throb. I want more. I want all of her. I can’t keep my hands still any longer, and I let them start to roam, to caress Violet’s body.
Violet lets her head fall back, and she closes her eyes, just soaking in my touch.
I slowly run my lips along her neck, kissing her gently as my hands worm their way between her shirt and her back.
Violet's skin is warm beneath my hands, and as I slide my palms up her back, I feel the tension slowly ebbing away from her. My lips move from her neck to her collarbone, planting soft kisses as I go.
I want to take my time, to savor every moment of this. She deserves to feel cherished and adored, especially after the stress she’s been under.
I don’t know any better way of apologizing to her than this—making her feel desired. I slowly squeeze the skin on her back as my hands travel upward, and Violet grunts softly.
“No better massage than one where your masseuse touches every part of you,” I say in a low voice.
Violet lets out a soft sigh as my hands travel to the front of her shirt. I pause, giving her a chance to stop me if she wants. But she doesn’t. Instead, she arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer to me.
I feel her hips pressing against mine, and I grind my groin against her, pressing my dick into her stomach.
Violet reaches forward, trying to touch me, but I gently nudge her hands back onto the counter. “You’ll have your turn soon. Let me pleasure you,” I growl in her ear.
“If you want to pleasure me, then quit being so gentle,” Violet responds, her voice also just a whisper.
I take that as my cue and start to unbutton her shirt, one button at a time, exposing the smooth, delicate skin beneath. I won’t be gentle, not when it comes time to push myself deep inside her, but right now, I want to make her suffer a little. I want her to beg me for more.
“You’re stunning, Violet,” I whisper against her skin. She shivers at my words, and I can’t help but smile. I want her to know how much she means to me, how much I care about her.
Her shirt falls open, and I slide it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies are flush against each other. I can feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest, and it turns me on even more, knowing that I’m making it hard for her to breathe.
I lean back and look at her, taking in the sight of her standing there in just her bra and rain-speckled jeans. Her lips are slightly parted, and she’s looking right back at me, waiting for me to do whatever I want with her.
She’s so incredibly sexy, and I feel a surge of desire wash over me. I want to make her feel good, to show her how much I appreciate her.
I slowly reach behind her and unclasp her bra, then I bend forward, forcing our waists to come apart. I run my tongue along her skin, tasting the coolness on her from the sprinkling rain outside.
I grip her left breast tightly in my hand and turn my attention to her right one. My tongue finds its way to her nipple, and I feel Violet stiffen.
“Oh, oh, that feels good,” she moans.
I want her to keep making those noises, so I move my tongue even more quickly over her nipple, circling it and licking it until it’s hard. Not as hard as me, but hard, nonetheless.
Then, I switch to her other side, my one hand massaging as my mouth does its work to make Violet arch her back and shove her breast even more fully into my mouth.
I run my hands up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist and hips. Her moans send jolts of electricity through me. I can’t control the animalistic urge I have to rip the rest of her clothing off and plop her on the counter without ceremony.
I lean in and kiss her again, this time more passionately, letting my tongue explore her mouth. She responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
We move together, our bodies instinctively finding a rhythm. Violet’s hands start to explore my body, and I feel her eagerness to see me naked.
There’s nothing I want more than to make her happy.
I step back from her, taking my time with my own clothing.
Violet leans back on her elbows against the counter and watches me as she bites her lower lip.
I rip my T-shirt off over my head, and her eyes flicker over my body, taking in my arms, my abs, my trail of hair.
I unbutton my jeans and take my time undoing the zipper. Her eyes stay glued on my groin area, and the heat from my cock is making my whole body feel hot.
I push my jeans to the ground, and Violet reaches for me again.
This time, I let her touch me. She strokes me through my boxers, and I thrust my hips forward, wanting her to be rough with me.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur, my voice husky. I grab her around the waist and set her on the counter so that her breasts are now at a perfect height for me to do exactly what I want with her.
I lean forward and suck on one of her nipples gently, pulling it into my mouth once again. “You tell me when to stop,” I say, pulling back.
But Violet shakes her head. “Don’t stop. Please.”
The tone in her voice makes me want to make her feel everything, to take away all the stress and worry she’s been carrying.
“Jay, please… you’re teasing me.”
She reaches for the button on her jeans, but I slowly take back control. I clasp her hands in mine and look into her beautiful, sparkling eyes, framed by her shock of red hair. “What do you want, Violet? Tell me.”
“I want you… inside me, preferably.” There’s the bit of spunk that drew me to her in the first place.
“Let’s make that happen,” I tell her.
I can feel pre-come leaking out of the tip of my dick, making my boxers wet, so I strip those off first.
Then, I lean forward, my cock brushing Violet’s leg as I move to unbutton her jeans. With a little maneuvering from her, I get them off her and down to her ankles where they drop to the floor. Her panties are gone a second later, and there she is, exposed, on my counter.
Suddenly, I don’t think the counter is good enough for her anymore. I want her to be treated like a queen.
I grab her ass and pull her toward me. She scoots forward, wrapping her legs around my waist so that my hard length is trapped between us.
Then, I carry her to my bedroom, laying her gently on my bed. Her eyes stay fixed on mine as I slide my hands up her legs, moving my fingers to her pink folds of skin.
But then, as I slowly begin to seduce her and make her groan, her eyes flutter closed as her hips buck against my touch.
“Jay!” she cries out, and I feel a sudden wetness seeping onto my fingers. Jesus Christ, Violet’s coming all over my fingers, her breath a staccato of high, shallow pants. I take my fingers out of her and put them in my mouth, watching as her eyes flutter open. I lick her come off my fingers, the taste more delectable than any I’ve tasted, and rub my lips together.
I lean forward and keep my voice low. “Now, it’s my turn.” I climb on top of her, positioning myself between her legs. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it drives me wild. I want her, need her, to feel the full strength of what I have to offer.
I kiss her, tasting her lips fully, as I enter her slowly. She gasps, her body arching up to meet mine. I start to move, setting a slow, steady pace, finding endurance I didn’t know I had. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I can feel her breath hot against my neck.
She’s moaning, and her pleasure only makes me want to push into her harder.
We move together, our bodies in perfect sync. I can feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I want to make this last. I don’t want our pleasure to end. But the intensity of her feeling is too much. I’m getting closer to the edge.
I force myself to pull back, to extract myself from her so that we can come together when Violet comes again.
“What are you doing?” she asks, clearly unable to control her own desire.
“I’m close, but not yet,” I tell her, reaching down with my fingers again. I circle her clit, and Violet’s eyes snap shut as she grips the covers on my bed, looking for strength as I continue to drag her toward the edge.
I lean forward so that my lips are right next to her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I urge her.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Her words send a shiver of intensity through me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop what happens next. I shove myself deep inside of her, and she cries out.
“Jay! Keep going!”
I push myself hard into her, her warmth all the encouragement I need to keep going. I thrust myself into her again and again, and she continues to curse me and encourage me in equal measure.
I drive myself deeper inside her until I have nothing left to give. I push myself into her over and over again. It’s not enough. It won’t be enough until I come, until we both come together, calling each other’s names.
She’s groaning and gripping at my hips, her nails scrabbling for purchase now that the comforter has proved not enough of a brace. I feel myself coming close to the edge. With one more good push, I would finish. “I’m… going… to come,” I warn her.
“Me too,” she gasps, her nails raking down my back. “Don’t stop, Jay. Please, don’t stop. God, you make me feel so good. Fuck me hard.”
I don’t have the energy to respond to her with words, but I can respond to her another way.
I increase the pace, driving into her harder and faster. Her moans turn into cries of pleasure, her body trembling beneath mine. I can feel her tightening around me, and it pushes me over the edge.
With a final thrust, I come. I feel frozen for a minute as every bit of strength leaves my body. I’m spent. I’m sated. I’m high as a fucking kite.
I rest on top of her, bracing myself with my elbows on either side of her head as I feel her breath warm on my face.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling. I can feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body still trembling. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before resting my head next to her again.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice gentle.
She nods, a contented smile spreading across her lips. “More than okay.”
I roll over onto my side, pulling her into my arms. We lie there, basking in the afterglow. I hold her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against mine. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to go anywhere or think about the logistics of what it’s going to be like living with Violet and her mother.
Neither one of us speaks, but after a while, she says, “Thank you. I needed that.”
“Me too. I think everyone does. We’re not meant to live alone without anyone to…”
“To fuck? Is that what you were going to say?”
“Not exactly, but you can take it like that.” I smile at her. I’m not sure about the next part, but I feel like I need to be honest with her. “I care about you. Hannah had me worried when she couldn’t reach you, and I just didn’t want anything to happen to you. That storm was really bad.”
Violet snuggles up more closely to my chest. “Well, I’m safe. And now, you get to put up with me and Mom for a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of weeks? I thought it was a day or two!” When I see the panic in Violet’s eyes, I start laughing. “I’m kidding. You’re welcome as long as you want… as long as you sneak in here after your mom is asleep and...”
I kiss her, full and hard, reveling in her soft giggle against my lips.