by Kayce Kyle
He needs me as bad as I need him, and he’s making that very clear to me. He then grabs my hand, placing it over his washed out ripped denim jeans on his very obvious rock hard cock and I squeeze what I can manage. Our eyes lock together; their departure is damned.
As I squeeze him he tells me, “Yours. All yours. Always has been, and always will be. Get it, now?”
There’s that tone again. The demanding one, the one I cannot argue with. I just nod my head gesturing yes letting my audible gulp escape. As if something foreign has invaded my body, I cannot fight him, or these feelings off. Pretty sure at this point I don’t even want to.
“Ace, stop at the room,” Justice demands.
Puzzled and curious now, I need to know what he means by ‘the room’.
Ace questions Justice, “Now? The room? What the fuck for?”
“Yeah. What for? And what’s the room? What about Tess?” I sharply ask.
Justice gently places his index finger over my lips. “Shhh…I’m pretty sure we have duct tape in here, too.” His deep sultry voice leaves me speechless again as I slump back down in my seat. What is happening to me?
Justice then turns back toward his brother. “Now,” he orders. “Stop with all the fucking questions.”
“It’s your ass if Pres gets pissed. I bet you answer his questions,” Ace huffs out.
We pull up to this tiny shopping strip center smack dab in the middle of the city square. Right in front of a building with a sign that reads out ‘Game Time’. It looks abandoned. I soon realize this is one of the game rooms the club owns. I guess my dad finally got an actual building.
“Stay here and fucking guard the door,” Justice commands his older brother.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ace grumbles.
Justice grabs my hand, pulls me out of the SUV while searching for the key to this place.
He opens the door and holds me close behind him.
“What exactly are we doing here?” I question.
After a brief hesitation, as he drags me close behind him looking for intruders I suppose, he finally answers me. “For this,” as he swiftly turns around lifting me up. Smashing the warmth of his lips onto mine as I simultaneously hook my legs around his waist, and my arms tightly around his neck.
I accidentally graze his once again forgotten about wound and he lets out a vocal sigh of discomfort. For the briefest of moments, I look at his face measuring his pain. All I see is determination, so I take advantage and resume. Forcefully and impatient, I plunge my mouth to his and my tongue into his barely open mouth. For a brief second our tongues dance together before he pulls my head back.
“No,” he declares, leaving me confused. “You’re mine Jenalyn Strong. For the first time, I’m going to show you exactly what I mean.”
Once again, words escape me and I find myself completely compliant.
He carries me over to one of the bar stools in front of a slot machine and sets me down-standing in front of it. In one motion, he turns my entire body around to where he is behind me. Slowly and gently, he glides his hands down my arms leaving a pebbled trail of his presence in its aftermath.
My breathing begins to escalate quickly when he gently assaults my neck and shoulders with soft kisses. I am in desperate need for him by now and wish he were already deep inside me. My body needs him. “Jus…”
With his index finger, he takes my chin and turns my face toward him, meeting me by leaning over me. “What did I tell you? Now just stand there like a good girl. My good girl.” He finishes off by tracing my lips with his tongue.
With a very weak gesture, I nod in acceptance and turn back around. He has barely begun and my clit is pulsating and begging in its own right.
I hear him behind me and what sounds like him undressing as I hear the clinking of his belt buckle. I attempt to turn around and he cups my face with one hand on my jaw line. “Turn around Jenalyn, and close your eyes. This is not me asking, baby.” His low, subtle, husky tone causes me to bite down on my lower lip.
My frustration builds as I’m not used to this with him. Not to mention, it’s downright cruel knowing his naked physique is behind me and I cannot even see it.
I can, however, feel his large stiff cock pressed up against my back as he abruptly removes my shorts and they fall to the floor.
“Liar,” he whispers bending down devouring, kissing and licking the small of my back. Then strategically parting my legs granting him access.
“W-what do you mean?” I breathe out.
Grabbing the back of my black laced thong he draws it away from my body, letting it slap back against me. “Panties,” he says, smacking my bare ass hard enough I let out a yelp. He then gently rubs out the assured red mark left by his palm. The pain and pleasure roll perfectly all into one. “Still, the best ass I’ve ever laid eyes on. So perfectly round and plump, baby.”
With one finger, he pushes my panties far enough down my legs they fall the rest of the way.
He then removes my shirt that hangs over one shoulder. Then unclasps my strapless bra freeing my breasts.
His open mouth dragging back and forth explores my naked back and shoulders, while his hands roam about.
“What’s this?” he asks as his hands make contact with the clear patch on my back.
“My…my birth control patch, Justice. Now plea…” my words cut off as he slides a finger into me, then a second one quickly after, shutting me up momentarily before an uncontrollable moan escapes me.
“So fucking wet and tight, babygirl,” he breathes into my ear as his fingers swirl around inside of me and in and out.
His strong but sensual finger fucking causes me to wriggle around as I climb closer to my release. I knew in the SUV it wouldn’t take me long to reach my release as I ached for him in places I didn’t realize even existed.
“Stay still,” he commands and also stops the movement inside me as a form of punishment for doing so. Also putting a pause on the quick build of my orgasm.
By now, my whole body tingles with desire and its very need to find release. Right down to the tips of my toes. I still as I’m told and am rewarded as I feel his fingers begin to roam about inside me again, each motion by his fingers making contact with my clit.
As he increases this motion, my heart and breathing rhythmically increase and I can feel my release erupt as I moan out his name.
“That’s my girl.”
He turns my face around to meet his again and holds it there as I watch him lick his fingers. “So good. Tastes like…it belongs to me.” The serious, yet seductive undertone in his voice alone nearly leaves me breathless.
I gulp back my need to jump on him and can feel my eyes batting open and closed in wonder.
He wastes no more time licking me off his fingers and ravishes my mouth with his, every other second taking the time to suck on my tongue and glide his over my lips. I’m just following his lead.
He abruptly pulls his mouth away from mine leaving me lost and longing for more.
Turning the barstool around, he places one hand on my back pushing me into a bent over position, while his other hand cups one of my full breasts as he plays and twists on my nipple. This sends tiny bolts of electricity throughout every nerve ending in my body.
With his legs, he further pries apart my legs granting him the most access he needs before slowly sinking his large cock into me. We moan out in unison at the unparalleled pleasure we both receive from that one motion.
I’d forgotten just how painfully pleasurable it was to be with him. To have him inside of me.
The slow torture of him gradually sliding in me then leisurely pulling his cock to where only the tip remains before repeating that same rhythm has me gripping the barstool to the point my knuckles are white.
Continually he repeats this motion over and over. Then suddenly he switches his motion. Smashing deep inside of me and then slowly sliding himself back out to the tip.
Always bringing me to the brink of another orgasm,
only to be repeatedly denied.
Justice places my hands and arms on the back of the barstool, never stopping his brutal talent of keeping me right there at heaven’s gate.
With one hand firmly clinging to my hip, he leans his head around under my arm grabbing my right breast and begins licking and sucking on it.
This combination causes me to pant and moan as I desperately try to discover and understand what’s happening to me. My lungs feel starved of oxygen, I keep thinking how extraordinary he feels inside of me, and how close I come to sweet release with each stroke without ever fully achieving so.
It’s pure fucking bliss wrapped in torturous glory.
He switches breasts. “Silk…you’re so wet, baby. So, smooth and perfect,” he manages to say before a moan of his own escapes.
This slow assault is overwhelming, yet somehow I never want it to end. My own body is betraying me. Either that, or Justice knows exactly what he’s doing. As much as I crave the need for my own release, I could stand here and let him push me to the edge and pull me back before I ever succumb all day long.
Justice pulls out of me and before I’m even aware of all the changes, I’m now sitting on the barstool. He pulls my legs to where my ass now hangs off the edge, then places his hands on my thighs and plunges his cock so deep inside of me almost any and all air escapes my lungs accompanied by an unintelligible sound.
My head and neck naturally arch backward and Justice quickly corrects that. “Don’t look away. Look right into my eyes. I want them to be the only thing you see. The last thing you see as I officially make you mine.”
Looking into his eyes as he stares back in mine, I see what I’ve always known in my heart to be true. Our souls are one. Two halves of a whole. Physically and spiritually connected, our bodies melt together making us but one. I finally understand why I no longer protest, nor feel the need to be in control. It’s because when he’s in control, I am also by extension.
I trust him mind, body, and soul. He knows my needs without them having to be conveyed. This reunion has just proved that to me.
As if he were reading my thoughts out of nowhere he breathes out, “Yes, trust me baby.”
I grab a hold of his waist as his pace quickens and with every thrust, he reaches a new depth. I feel my own walls start to quicken and clamp around his thick cock as I reach my destiny. Never depriving his eyes of mine. Breathlessly, I call out his name.
Justice knows I’ve reached my climax as the corner of his lips begin to curve into a partial grin.
My orgasm gives him unspoken permission to proceed with his own. Only as he quickens his pace even more, I feel myself being brought to yet another orgasm. My eyes start to lose his as my head begins to fall backward.
Sweaty and breathless himself, Justice uses one hand and pulls my head forward reminding me as our eyes meet. “Uh, uh baby,” he barely has time to speak before our eyes and orgasms find each other releasing in unison.
Chapter 9
Justice
Just like that, we are whole again. We are one, and just like that, Jenalyn is mine again. I know she is stubborn and hardheaded, but hopefully she knows now that this is no game. If it is, I’m playing for keeps and losing her is not an option. Not this time.
This was about me claiming what’s mine, and what always has been.
“Come on baby. There’s a bathroom here in the office that’s most likely a much cleaner place to get cleaned up before we get Tess,” I say as I help her stand.
She’s a little shaky and winded. She just nods her head in agreement.
“You okay?” I question. “Because you look well, surprised with a hint of shock.”
Oh, shit. What a fucking dick I am, as the bile threatens to rise in my stomach thinking of Dane. That fucking weasel will die. I will see to it personally.
Jenalyn places her hand on my cheek as clearly my thoughts have trailed away to a dark place.
“Am I okay? Justice, come back to me.” She nudges her hand until I give her the affirmation she needs-eye contact.
“Jus, I’m a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of what just happened between us but I’m better than okay. I’m whole again. I’ll admit, questions of why I ever left in the first place are flooding my thoughts…”
Planting a firm kiss on her forehead I stop her from finishing. “Jen, none of that matters anymore. For whatever reason things happened the way they did. In this moment with you, I wouldn’t change it for shit. Well maybe one part, but baby, it has brought us full circle. Right back to where we belong. Now, let’s get cleaned up and go get your girl, Tess.”
We both walk carrying our clothes and go get cleaned up quickly in the bathroom.
As we finally make our way back outside my arm wrapped around her waist keeping her close, Ace dramatically rolls his eyes.
“God dammit, brother. It’s about time. Thought I was gonna have a fucking heat stroke waiting on you two lovebirds.”
“Fuck off, Ace,” I growl as I open the back door helping my girl get in.
After I’ve gotten in and we’re finally back on our way to get Tess my phone rings. It’s Pres. “Turn that shit down, man. It’s Pres,” I bark at Ace.
“Hey Pres, what’s up?” I ask very candidly.
His loud tone can be heard throughout the SUV and suddenly sparks Jenalyn’s attention. “Where the fuck are y’all at? Don’t answer. Just hurry up and get back to the clubhouse. We’ve got some info and I need you here. How’s my Princess?”
“She’s perfectly fine right here with me. We’ll be there shortly.”
“Good. She better be. Now hurry your ass up,” Don demands before hanging up.
Both Jenalyn and Ace are looking to me for answers. “Ace keep your fucking eyes on the road, man. It’s fine. We just need to get back to the clubhouse.” I pause not wanting to alarm my girl in any way.
I look at her directly so I can smooth it over. “Pres just has something he wants to tell me in person. That’s all.”
Tilting her head and feigning a partial grin she replies, “Justice Paine, you’re lying. I don’t know if I should be flattered that you even attempted to protect me from the truth, or smack the shit out of you for even thinking you could.”
Ah, that feisty spirit has found its way again and I chuckle at her. “Baby you know there are just certain things I can’t always divulge completely to you. Even if you are Pres’ daughter.”
Unbuckling her seat belt again she jumps over into my lap before I can object. Wrapping her arms around my neck she firmly presses her lips to mine. “Pretty please?” she asks tracing my lips with her tongue causing my dick to swell immediately and making my arousal noticeable. “Oh. Looks like we’re getting somewhere.”
“Get back in your seat belt, and I’ll tell you, okay. You win,” I tell her.
Eagerly she climbs back over to her side and fastens her seat belt looking at me with curious eyes.
Quickly I clamp my hand firmly around the locked in seat belt. “Now stay put.”
“What? You fucking tricked me?” she asks, pouting.
“Babygirl I will lie, cheat, steal, and kill if it means keeping you safe. Remember the game room? That was me playing nice. Now keep that fucking thing on and don’t undo it again unless this vehicle has reached its final destination. Got it?”
Crossing her arms in true Jenalyn fashion she’s letting me know of her disapproval. I couldn’t care less. Even if it is somewhat comical watching her squirm and pout.
As we near the airport Jenalyn finally stops giving me the silent treatment. “Um Jus…I think you’re bleeding,” she states while looking at her own arm.
Fuck. I must’ve busted a stitch earlier at the game room.
I notice her eyeing her seat belt again. “Don’t even fucking think about it, Jen. Damn. I’ll check it when we stop.”
With her eyes narrowed and her lips formed into a thin straight line she spits back at me. “No. I will look at it when we stop.”
“Fine, fine,” I retort.
“Here we are,” Ace interrupts, bringing us both back to reality.
“That’s her, Ace.” Jen points to Tess standing outside with two bags of luggage. “Just pull up and we’ll put her stuff in the back right quick,” she continues all while flinging her seat belt off, jumping out, and running around to my side.
I begin to get out and Jen lets out a huff. “Sit back down gentle giant. I can’t evaluate your wound with you standing.”
This will be the fine line we walk. When we’re together she tends to take bossy to another level. I will have to pick which battles are worth it. I’ll let her have these small victories. Her fiery spirit craves it, needs it. Everything else will be my decision, and mine alone.
“It’s a busted stitch, Jus. Let me grab something you can hold on it until we get back to the clubhouse.”
After she fumbles around up front she has a wad of tissues and gently presses them down on my now open wound.
“Sorry.” She crinkles her nose. “It’s all I could find.”
“It’s fine. Now let’s get Tess so we can finally go,” I say.
Jenalyn points to Tess saying, “Right there.” As if Ace was already supposed to have just known somehow.
“She sure is a hottie! Holy shit,” Ace says, licking his lips.
“Down, boy,” Jenalyn blurts out. “She owns her own Art Gallery. She likes businessmen. Clean cut.”
Jenalyn
“Tess!” I run up to her hugging her but making our reunion brief as I’ve got one thing on my mind. We need to get Justice back and checked out by Clarke.
Justice is right behind me quickly loading her luggage as Ace tries to make his introduction long and drawn out. He nudges me as he wants an introduction.
“Tess, this is Ace Paine. Ace, this is Tess Davis. Now let’s get the hell outta here.” I usher him toward the driver’s side and her to the front passenger side.