by Lisa Gerkey
Telling me I don’t have to do it, fires me up, it gives me the courage to keep going and the desire to please him, make him feel good.
I wrap my lips around him and take him in as far as I can and set a steady rhythm with my lips and my hand. He rests his hand against the back of my head. He doesn’t put pressure or force me to take more than I want.
When I look up I see he’s watching me. I cup his balls with my other hand and feel them draw tight as I work his cock up and down harder and faster with each stroke. He’s ready to explode, so I relax my throat and take him in as far as I can and moan to vibrate against him while I keep my eyes connected with his.
“Fuck, Jaycee!” He moves his hand from my head and grips the sheet. I know it’s his way to give me space to back off if I need to, but when I feel the first stream of his hot come hit my throat, I don’t stop until I swallow every drop and lick him clean.
Chapter Twenty-Six
grant
I should’ve stopped her.
This should be only about her, but when she wrapped her perfect lips around me, I didn’t have enough balls to stop her. Fuck, she’s perfect. If I said it’s only because I want to have sex with her, I’d be lying through my teeth. I want to make love to her, but it’s more than that. I want to own her, make her mine in every way.
She sits on me again; her firm tits bounce with her movements. Her long hair is a mess, but everything about her is gorgeous. Even after rocking me with the best fucking orgasm ever, my cock is hard and ready. Nothing will satisfy me until I slide inside her velvet heat.
“That was fucking amazing, baby.”
I watch her as I find her pussy with my fingers. I can feel her heat even before I slide my middle finger through her wetness. Entering her with two fingers slowly, I stretch her tight pussy to prepare her for my size. In and out twice and she’s already thrusting against my fingers, searching for relief.
I know from the paperwork she had to fill out to get in the club, she’s on birth control and she’s clean. I know I’m clean too, so I remove my fingers and grip my cock. She looks down to watch me slide back and forth through her folds and then settle at her opening. “You do the work, beautiful. It’s all you. If you want a condom, they’re in the drawer.”
She sucks in a deep breath and closes her eyes tight.
“Look at me and breathe, Jaycee.”
She opens her eyes, catches her bottom lip with her teeth, and eases down on me. It nearly takes my breath when I breach her hot satin pussy for the first time. She’s so tight, her body tries to resist at first. I feel her stretch and take me in a few inches and then she whimpers. She splays her fingers across my chest, lifts back up and then falls down again. After a few shallow strokes, she takes me to the hilt. “It feels so good.”
My cock glistens with her wetness as she takes me in and out. She moans and reaches up to thread her hands through her hair. I can tell when she gets frustrated, so close to the edge, but unable to fall. She whimpers and her eyes plead with me for help.
“Can I take over, baby?”
I make no sudden movements that might scare her or cause her to want to stop. I get up to a seated position, wrap my arms tight around her, and roll over so she’s beneath me. Then I thread my fingers first with one hand and then the other and cross them on the pillow above her head. Slowly, I ease my cock out almost to the tip and then I thrust back in harder than before and grind against her clit.
“Mm, just like that. More.”
I kiss her nose and then find her lips with mine as I repeat the same motion as before, thrusting a little harder each time and picking up the pace as I go. Her legs tremble around me, and I know she’s almost there. Letting go of one hand, I find her nipple and roll it between my finger and thumb, applying a little pressure.
I stop kissing her so I can watch my beautiful girl fall apart. Her pussy clenches my cock with every spasm as her orgasm rolls through her and triggers my own.
This might be the tamest sex I’ve ever had, but when my balls draw tight and the tingle races down my spine, I unload in her tight pulsing heat, knowing damn well it’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. All because it’s my sweet beautiful Jaycee wrapped around me, and I know it.
“Fuck, Jaycee. That was…fuck. Why did it take me so long to find you, baby? I’ve felt nothing like that with anyone else.”
It pleases me when I see a tiny smirk play at her lips, a lazy, almost sleepy look on her face.
“It was nice, wasn’t it?”
“Nice? You know you’ll pay for calling what just happened, nice, right?”
When I ease from her body, I miss the connection between us, but I’m so goddamn grateful this is only the beginning.
“And, how are you going to make me pay, Mr. Masters? Are you going to force me to kneel, call you sir, and beg for my punishment?”
“Careful there, sweetheart. I just might have to do all those things, but I think we need to save all that for another time.”
I get out of the bed and go into the bathroom and start the shower. When I step inside, ready to close the door, she comes in wrapped in the sheet from the bed.
“Come here. Take a shower with me.”
She lets the sheet float to the floor and steps in with me. As tempted as I am, I start nothing more than the shower because I want to give her time to process what’s already happened between us.
It’s around ten o’clock in the morning when we load everything in my truck and head to Memphis.
She’s tormented my cock all morning watching her move around in the tight jeans she’s wearing, but I haven’t tried to do more than share a few kisses with Jaycee.
“I didn’t know you had a truck.” She watches me hop up in the driver’s seat.
“I didn’t know you have a thing for trucks, sugar.”
“They’re hot, especially when the driver’s okay to look at, too.”
“Are you flirting with me, Jaycee Jennings?”
She giggles. It’s music to my ears. Little by little, I know she’s shedding that layer of protection she’s built up, at least for me. It better only be for me.
I reach over and thread my fingers with hers. The contact sends shockwaves through me and puts a big ass smirk on my face. This might be the happiest I’ve ever been.
We stop twice on the way down, once to grab a bite to eat and then later, Jaycee needs to pee. Almost five hours from the time we leave home, we’re settled in our hotel room. It’s time to make plans to find Kennedy later tonight.
“We have a few hours before we can go to the club. What would you like to do?”
“I don’t know. I could take my laptop out and work for a while.”
I’ve had a thought bubbling around in my head for a while. I talked to Jon, but haven’t gotten around to mentioning anything to Jaycee yet, but it seems like a good time now.
“Jaycee, you’re good at what you do. You dig around and find dirt that gets used to take these assholes down, but you don’t get paid for it.”
“I have money, Grant. That isn’t why I do it.”
“You didn’t let me finish. We’ve been without a receptionist at Masters Security for a long time. I’ve talked to Jon, and he’s agreed that if you want the job, it’s yours. You’re more than qualified to do what we’d need, and you’d have plenty time to continue doing your own work. We could all even pitch in and help when we’re slow and don’t have a lot of cases.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She goes into the bathroom and when she comes out, she’s changed into a pair of thin shorts and a tank top. Seeing her sway her sexy ass around the room reminds me how far she’s come in a short amount of time. She’s at ease and comfortable with me.
My cock thickens from watching her and the need drives me to move closer. She’s focused on a piece of paper that’s lying on a desk when I approach her.
I watch tiny goose bumps rise on her skin when I lean close to breathe in he
r scent; something floral with a hint of vanilla tickles my nose. She’s wearing her hair in a high ponytail today, leaving her neck exposed.
I place an open mouth kiss on the back of her neck, and I wait for her reaction. She stays still but lifts her head from where she was looking down at the desk. I place another kiss, and then another. When she still hasn’t hit the brakes on what’s happening, I reach my hand around and splay it on her stomach and grip her hip with the other. I grind my hard, denim covered cock against her ass. She grips the desk with both hands.
“I want to take you like this. I want to bend you over this desk and slide my cock into your sweet little cunt, baby. Can we try that?”
She lets out a little whimper. I ease my fingers inside her shorts and slide them over her hips, and I drop to the floor behind her as I push them down her legs to pull them to the floor.
I move the strip of black lace to the side. Her pussy glistens with her arousal. My mouth waters with how much I want to taste her. I lay my tongue flat and lick her from front to back.
“Oh, shit, Grant. I can’t do this standing up.”
“Shh.” I encourage her to be quiet. “Just a little taste, baby. You’re so fucking sweet, I can resist.”
Using my fingers, I separate her folds. She spreads her legs further apart, giving me room to explore. I suck her swollen nub between my lips, applying more suction and pressure until she gives out and lays her upper body across the desk. She’s positioned perfectly for what I need.
I stand up behind her and quickly fumble to free my cock. I don’t bother removing my jeans all the way, instead, I push them down to my knees and then I step closer to where I can line myself perfectly with her dripping cunt. Holding her hips tight, I slide in inch by inch, stretching her walls to accommodate me. When I’m all the way in, I hold still to give her time to adjust and then I lean my body over hers and fuck her with short rapid strokes.
“Fuck! It’s too much. I can’t.”
She says she can’t, but she thrusts her ass back to meet me every time proving just how damn well she can. I slide my arm under her and grip shoulder so I can hold her as tight as I can. I find her clit with my other hand and massage tiny circles round and round while I hammer into her so fucking hard the desk moves with each thrust.
When my girl screams my name and her walls quake around my cock, I let go at the same exact time with a loud groan.
Sweat covers both our bodies, but we’re too spent to even care. “You okay, baby?”
I need to hold her while we both come down from the high. “Let’s go lay on the bed. We can nap for a few hours until it’s time to go to the club.”
“I need to clean up a bit.”
I don’t want space between us, but I let her go to the bathroom alone while I strip my shirt over my head and climb into bed.
When she comes out, she’s acting shy with me. She goes to her bag and pulls out a fresh pair of panties. Watching her put them on is nearly as appealing as taking them off of her.
I lift the sheet so she can get in beside me.
“Baby, you’re being too quiet. Talk to me.”
“I’m fine. I don’t know how to put it into words, Grant. It’s not about what happened when I was with Malcolm. I’ve never been like that with anyone. Ever.”
We’re resting on our sides, facing each other. She’s snuggled into my chest. I’m learning it’s her favorite way to cuddle. Our legs are twined together. “Good. I don’t want you to be like that with anyone else, Jaycee.”
“What are we doing? It feels like we’ve jumped in a little fast.”
She’d think so because she doesn’t remember me the way I remember her. Unlike myself with her, she hasn’t thought about me night after night for months.
“I don’t think we control how fast or slow we feel things, and I don’t believe it’s wrong either way. We’re moving at our own pace. I don’t care it’s sudden, I know I like you. A lot.”
She says nothing. Why do I feel like what happened created a divide between us rather than pulling us closer?
Sure, she’s in my arms. For now. I want to hear her words. I need to hear her tell me it’s where she wants to be, that she wants the same things I do, and it’s not only sex I want. Not anymore.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jaycee
I wake up alone, and my head feels like it’s about to explode from everything that’s been on my mind. When I’m in Grant’s presence, I’m fine, but the minute I’m left to myself and have time to think, I return to my former state, filled with uncertainty and insecurity.
He hints around that he has feelings for me, but he hasn’t exactly clarified those feelings. He likes me, sure, but is that all? Grant just likes me, and he wants to have sex with me?
Maybe Kendra’s right. Maybe all he wants is a fuck toy. That’s what one-half of my brain is saying, but the other half remembers his sweet, gentle touch, and I remember when he told me he’d never felt things with anyone one else like he does with me. More than once, I thought he’d bring up love. I’m not ready for that conversation, so why does a part of me look forward to hearing him say those three little words? Perhaps it’s because my heart is screaming to say them right back to him.
I’m falling in love with Grant Masters and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
After he bent me over the desk and fucked me into a coma, I went to sleep feeling safe and content snuggled against his chest, wrapped tightly in his strong arms. I’ve learned that’s my happy place. I feel like it’s the only place I belong.
I find a note he’s left me, lying on the desk.
He’s decided what’s best for me.
He thinks it’s fucking best if I have no part in finding my sister. Grant and Troy, and a guy I haven’t met are going to the gentleman’s club alone to see if they can find Kennedy.
Well, fuck them. Fuck Grant!
I’m sure he thinks his little trickery will work, but if he thinks I’ll sit here and be a good little sub and stay silent, he doesn’t know me like he thinks.
The hotel is close enough I could’ve walked the few blocks, but to play it safe, I get a taxi.
I wipe my sweaty palms down the short skirt I’m wearing on the way there and try to stay calm. I can do this because I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been, and I’ll let nothing stand between Kennedy and me. I repeat that over and over in my head.
The outside of the building gives little away. If not for the colorful, lighted sign flashing ‘Panther’s Gentleman Club’ with a black panther, its back arched, and tail wrapped around a stripper’s pole, you wouldn’t even suspect it’s a strip club.
I hate the clothes I’m wearing, a short black mini skirt with a tiny blue top held in place by thin spaghetti straps. It’s more revealing than anything I’ve worn in public, but I remember the scanty costumes I had to wear and the way Malcolm forced me to entertain his guests in full nudity most of the time. If I survived all that, then this should be a piece of cake. Plus, I’m sure Grant and his men are somewhere inside and they’ll keep me safe.
Most of the crowd are already here, so it only takes a few minutes to get past security at the door. The first thing I do is scan the crowd to see if I can find a familiar face.
You’d think after spending time in The Grind, I’d be familiar with this atmosphere, but I can already tell this club differs from Grant’s. I see no one having sex, but what I see reminds me of the parties Malcolm hosted for his rich, sleazy friends. How’s it possible the patrons in Grant’s club can be balls deep in someone and not stir me the same as the roaming eyes and wandering hands here? It could be because of my experience, I can separate the creeps from good people. I feel nothing good about this place.
Men wearing expensive business suits sit around the stage flinging their dollar bills at a girl while she removes her G-string right before their eyes. Thank God it isn’t Kennedy on the stage. It cuts like a knife and makes my stomach quake just thinking about
her up there demeaning her young self that way.
“Come here, beautiful. How about we go to a VIP room? Treat me to a little lap dance with this hot body?”
He isn’t unattractive, but the stranger disgusts me. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, a few buttons open on his shirt. It looks like he’s already gone a round or two with someone.
“I don’t work here.”
“Ah, well, even better. We can step outside for a while.”
I push past him to get through the crowd. I hurry past tables to the back where I hope I won’t stand out so much while I look around and see if I can see someone I recognize.
A few eyes find me, but most focus on the women working. I don’t know the rules, but I’ve seen several men touching them in private places. I cringe every time I see it happen.
I map out the layout of the place. Several men go up a set of stairs to rooms on the next level. The rooms appear to be open, but the lighting prevents me from seeing anything once they disappear inside.
Another door has me most curious.
A man sits on a stool, and I watch as several speak to him and show him something and then he opens the door for them to enter. When someone draws his attention, he steps away from the door, and I make a mad dash for it.
On the other side, I stay in the shadows. My heart races as I back myself against the wall to look at everything.
The lights are low, so where I’m standing, it’ll be hard for someone to notice me unless they head toward the exit.
I cup my palm over my mouth and hold my breath to keep from crying out when I watch an auburn-haired woman being lashed repeatedly with a whip. Although I see no broken skin or blood, the sounds she makes, I know it’s causing pain with every flick of the man’s wrist. Oddly though, her expression isn’t one of pain.
There are several blonde heads in the room, but none belongs to my sister. When a group of people scatters from an area in the back, in a moment of shock, I forget to be quiet. I don’t even recognize the sound that comes from me.