Jace

by Jessie Cooke

  Jace was terrified of this part. He knew his face was ugly…people had been telling him that his entire life. But he honestly had no idea if a woman might find his body attractive. If he ever saw a girl looking at him, he would look the other way, too afraid that if he looked into her eyes, he would see harsh judgment there. Ginger held her fingers on the button of her skirt and waited. She wasn’t going to take anything else off until he began to undress. He wanted to see the rest of her, so badly. Finally, taking a deep breath he told himself if she laughed or balked, it wouldn’t kill him. He never had to come back to this bar or see her ever again. But he had to see this night all the way through…he just had to. He pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor. “Mm…very nice,” she said, running her tongue over her lips while she looked at him. She had a sexy look in her eyes and Jace thought that meant she really wanted him…but he didn’t know. Maybe she was just a good actress, looking to get paid and for a tip. He decided he didn’t care which one was true, and he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his jeans. When he was standing in front of her in only his boxers and socks and the tip of his hard cock peeking over the top of his waistband she said, “You’re a big one,” in an entirely different tone than she’d said it before. Her eyes looked predatory, like a bird about to devour a worm or a wolf about to finally eat the mutton.

  Jace waited for her to drop the skirt before he pushed down his boxers. She stepped out of it and now all she had on was a tiny strip of fabric, posing as a pair of black lace panties. His entire body ached to touch her. At the same time that he was having those carnal desires, Ginger fanned herself with her hand and said, “Baby boy…you are delicious, aren’t you?” He didn’t know what to say to that. He’d never tasted himself or been tasted. He doubted that he was delicious, but he didn’t want to do anything to discourage her from tasting him, so he didn’t say anything. Ginger sat back on the bed and called him over. Jace went over and sat beside her. She picked one of his hands up off his lap and guided it to her breast. He gasped when he felt how soft she was and as he caressed her, and her hard nipple pressed into his palm, he felt like he needed to pinch himself, like he was dreaming. Ginger positioned herself so she was sitting at an angle, facing him, and said, “Touch me, sweetheart.”

  Jace’s hands were shaking as he began to let his calloused fingers trail across her skin, touching places he was afraid he was never going to be able to explore. After a while, Ginger lay down on her back and let him continue to explore her naked flesh. She had her eyes closed and every so often she would bite her bottom lip or let out a soft moan. Jace was still having a hard time believing he was there with her…with any woman. It was surreal. The longer his hands roamed her body and the more she seemed to be enjoying it, the braver Jace got. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to taste the inside of her mouth, and her lips. He leaned over her so that his lips lingered millimeters from hers. He could feel her soft, warm breaths on the side of his face and when he ran two of his fingers down along the soaking wet slit of her pussy lips, she suddenly reached up, wrapped her arms around the back of his thick neck, and pulled his mouth down to hers. He was disappointed when she didn’t kiss him. He had been dreaming of his first kiss for a long time. But when she put her lips to his neck, his disappointment was forgotten.

  She pulled him down next to her and began to kiss and lick her way across it, rubbing her body against his as she did, driving his teenage body insane. Jace’s hands began to roam again and landed on her firm, round butt. He rubbed and squeezed her cheeks, pulling her in even closer so that not even light could pass between their melded bodies. Jace began to feel goosebumps rise on her flesh at the points where he was touching her and it was one more boost to his confidence, knowing he was turning her on. He let his long arms reach down further, between her legs, and touch the wet lips of her pussy. His own body convulsed when he felt how wet she was and his cock throbbed harder.

  Ginger’s lips left his neck and began to slide down the fevered flesh of his chest. Jace wasn’t sure if it was his skin on fire or her lips, but the path she left almost burned right through him. She licked her way back up to his mouth and he felt her tongue brush across his lips. He sucked in a hard breath and suddenly her tongue was forcing its way through his lips and into his mouth, where she moved it against his tongue. His body convulsed and he knew he’d never forget that very moment. The kiss was so hot and erotic that he was afraid he would explode before he got to do anything else. At the same time, however, he didn’t want it to end. He got even braver and brought one of his hands up to caress one of her breasts. Jace thought he’d never felt anything as soft as her skin. She moaned when he touched her, which encouraged him even more. He slid the other hand down her back, taking his time feeling the curve of her lower back and the rise of her smooth butt cheeks.

  Ginger broke the kiss, again licking and sucking at his neck and chest and then the pièce de résistance was the feel of her soft hand wrapping around his cock. He actually whimpered, like a child…but he couldn’t control it. It just felt too fucking good. He was gasping for each breath and trying to maintain control while she tortured him by slowly sliding her hand up and down his rigid, throbbing member.

  He had his eyes closed, mostly concentrating on maintaining control, but also reveling in the new and incredible feelings. Suddenly he felt another new sensation…her lips were on one of his nipples. She licked at it, and then she sucked on it, and when it was good and wet, she blew warm air on it and made him shudder again. For a few seconds he honestly thought he might just die from the pleasure. This had to be what heaven felt like, and he wondered if he should start being a better man so that someday he could make it there. He wanted to experience the feelings she was giving him, over and over again. No wonder Sonny was so obsessed with sex.

  Jace had no idea that she was only getting started. The feel of her lips on the shaft of his cock nearly did him in. His groan was deep and it came from his chest…a sound that he didn’t recognize himself. He felt wild and untamed…free…Ginger slowly licked up to the head of his cock which was oozing, and she opened her lips and let them slide down his shaft, engulfing his cock. Fireworks exploded in his head and started a fire in his nerve endings that seemed to consume every inch of his body. He felt his balls swell and as if on cue, she took one of them in her hand and gave it a light squeeze. He made another strange sound; it almost embarrassed him. She didn’t seem concerned with it, however. She’d taken her mouth off his cock…and although he missed it, and wanted it back, what she was doing to his heavy, full balls felt almost as good…and even better when she began running her tongue over them, sucking first one and then the other, gently into her mouth.

  He couldn’t help it, he was groaning out loud. His hands were tangled up in her fiery red hair and his hips were lifted up off the bed. Once again she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and while her tongue and lips were busy licking and sucking between his thighs, she began to stroke him harder than she had before…with fervor, even. Jace saw stars in his head and he didn’t have the energy, or the willpower, to even try to hold back any longer. She stroked him like that about a dozen times and he let go. He exploded and as his hot orgasm boiled out of his core through his cock, she put her lips back over it and she swallowed, every last drop.

  When Jace finished with the longest, hardest, sexiest orgasm of his young life, his entire body felt spent. His limbs tingled and his torso was shaking. His head felt like it was filled with a gray fog so thick that there wasn’t room for anything else, not even air. Panting and with a mouth as dry as the Sahara he said, “Jesus…that was…”

  She looked up at him, let go of his cock, and said, “That was only the appetizer, baby. I don’t always get off when I’m with a john…but you’re pretty fucking sexy, and I’m horny. I want my own orgasm.” Her words…telling him that he was sexy…sent another thrill through him, unlike any other he’d ever felt. He watched as she lifted her body up. She was so beautiful. H
e brought his big hands to her breasts again, this time rolling and pinching her hard nipples. That caused her to tip her head back and moan, and suddenly he wanted to kiss her again. Braver and rougher, he pulled her body down on top of his. Their lips smashed together and while they kissed, she ground her pelvis into his. He felt the stirrings of another hard-on as he lifted his hips up off the bed to meet hers. He ran his hands up and down her sexy body as they kissed, and Jace wondered if all women felt that good.

  Ginger finally tired of simply humping him as she took his hand and led it down between her legs. Her pussy and everything surrounding it was soaked. Jace let his fingers run up and down between the lips. He noticed that every time he brushed them across the hard nub at the top, she moaned, so he spent some time just rubbing that and softly pinching it. He opened his eyes again and looked at her face. The look of pure, unadulterated pleasure there might well be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Confidently at this point, he spread her pussy lips and let one of his fat fingers slide up into the soft, wet tunnel. He loved the way the muscles wrapped themselves around his finger, and he slid in a second one. Ginger seemed to be loving it, rocking her body up and down, forcing his fingers in and out of her. He fingered her for several minutes, getting harder and harder as he watched her. Then suddenly she cried out, almost frightening him. He was about to ask if he’d hurt her when he felt the rush of hot liquid drench his fingers and run down between them to his hand. I made a woman have an orgasm! That’s as hot as it is surreal!

  When Ginger came down from the heights that her orgasm had taken her to, she slid off his body to the side and said, “Get on top of me, baby.”

  Jace wasn’t sure how to do that. He probably outweighed her by one hundred pounds, and he was so afraid of hurting her. He didn’t want to lose the moment, though, and he desperately wanted to make her feel good again, so he put a hand on either side of her body and he felt her lift her hips so she could rub her pussy on him. After another long, deep groan from him, she slid her hands down between them, squeezed his cock slightly with one of them, and then he felt her guiding him to her opening. He was silently repeating a mantra inside of his head that said, I’m about to lose my fucking cherry…and suddenly she was rolling to the side, reaching for the nightstand. She rolled back, holding a condom package in her hand. Jace watched as she used her teeth to open it and then slide both of her hands down his body, and he felt her rolling the condom over his cock. That, in itself, felt good…but he had to gasp for breath and he felt his entire body shake when she guided him into the slick, wet tunnel that had felt so good wrapped around his fingers. That was nothing compared to what his cock felt like, even covered in the rubber sheath, as it slid into her depths.

  He felt her arch her hips up and take him all. He felt the tip of his cock stop when he hit rock bottom and she gasped and smiled, clutching tighter to his arms and using them to pull herself up and down faster and harder. Jace began to move too and they fell into a sexy rhythm that filled the room with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, only competing with the sounds of their moans and heavy breathing. Jace wasn’t sure how long that went on…he was lost in it. But suddenly Ginger opened her mouth, arched up even higher, and gritted her teeth. He felt her fingernails dig into the flesh of his arms and then just as suddenly, her body went soft again and she collapsed onto the bed. Unsure what to do next, Jace stopped moving. She had her eyes closed and he was afraid that he’d hurt her. It was several long seconds before she opened them at last, smiled, and said, “Don’t stop.”

  Jace didn’t have to be told twice. He found his stride once more, slamming into her over and over, watching her face and the movement of her sexy breasts as he did. Her legs had come up and were wrapped around his waist, squeezing his body tightly and using that grip to pull him in tighter and deeper each time. He felt himself losing control once again. His cock swelled up and his balls tightened. Ginger gripped him tighter and in a growl she said, “Go ahead and come, baby. Let yourself go.” Jace couldn’t have stopped himself at that point had he wanted to. He felt the explosion building from the tips of his toes, the fire burning through his veins, boiling his blood and igniting every nerve fiber…and then it happened. His second orgasm was even better than the first. As he let go, it felt like energy was being transferred from his body to hers, draining him…but in an amazingly pleasurable way.

  Jace’s arms were shaking and he almost fell on top of her when he finished. Luckily he remembered how much bigger he was and rolled to the side before collapsing next to her on the bed. She put a hand on the side of his face, gave him a soft, sweet kiss that he would cherish for a very long time…and then she said, “Hour’s up, big and sexy. Hit me up again sometime…when you have some extra cash.” That reminded Jace that he’d just paid for sex. Something inside him wanted to feel guilty about that…but everything still felt too good at that point to feel anything else. Besides, he was already calculating his savings in his head and wondering how long it would be before he could afford to see her again.

  5

  It was about five days after Jace had his “encounter” with Ginger. He was at work, and still surviving on the good mood that day had put him in when the phone up front rang and his boss yelled into the back, “Jace! Phone call.” Immediately Jace felt panic fill his chest. No one had the number at the restaurant except Myrna, not even the Colonel. He’d given the number to Myrna because he didn’t have a cell phone and he never wanted to be out of touch if his sister needed him. He knew his employers…his friends by that time… would always do their best to find him if Myrna called. She was on the phone now, however, and he found himself dragging his feet, getting to the phone. He knew something big, or bad, or both, had to have happened, or she would never be calling him.

  His hand was shaking as he took the phone and said, “Hello?”

  “Jason Bell?” It was a man’s voice. Jace frowned.

  “Yeah.”

  “This is Officer Ben Daley with the New Haven Police Department. Do you know a Myrna Bell?”

  The pressure in Jace’s chest increased. He felt as if a man, equally as big as him, was sitting on his chest. “Yes. She’s my stepmother.”

  “Do you know how I can get a hold of your father? I’ve called both numbers that Mrs. Bell had for him in her phone, and he’s not responding to either.”

  “What happened?”

  “Your father, sir?”

  “He’s probably not in town. I don’t know. He and I don’t really speak. He’s retired army but he still teaches classes sometimes and travels a lot. What happened?”

  There was a long pause and Jace thought that the man wasn’t going to answer him again, but at last he said, “There’s been an accident…”

  “Fuck! What kind of accident? Where’s my sister?”

  “They were in a car accident. Your sister is at New Haven General Hospital. Physically, she’s okay, but she seems traumatized…”

  “She’s autistic! She’s nonverbal for the most part, and probably scared to death.” Jace’s stomach was filled with acid and it was making its way up into his throat. “Where’s Myrna?”

  The officer sighed and said, “She’s here too. She’s in surgery.” Before the officer stopped talking, Jace dropped the phone. Cedella and Gabriel were both at his side.

  “Jace, you should sit down, you’re pale…”

  He shook his head. “I can’t. I need to get to the hospital.” He felt Gabriel’s big hand on his shoulder.

  “I’ll take you.” Just like that, without knowing exactly what was going on, and in the middle of the day, the couple closed and locked their business and Gabriel drove Jace to the hospital, which was about seventeen miles away. On the way there, Jace tried to pray. The Colonel was not a religious man and Jace had never been to church. But he didn’t remember ever being so afraid, of anything. He hated that his thoughts were mostly selfish, but he was worried that if Myrna didn’t make it, they would put Rosie somewhere and he
wouldn’t get to see her. He didn’t think he would survive that. Until his encounter with the prostitute, the only real joy in his life came from seeing Rosie. He was close to Sonny, he cared deeply for his employers, and he’d grown to almost like Myrna. But Rosie was still the only person in his life he truly loved and wanted to watch grow and make progress. He also loved the way her face lit up when she saw him, and her dark eyes shined. She rarely smiled. Her affect was flat most of the time, but Jace…and even Myrna…could see how that changed when he was with her. He couldn’t lose that. If he did, he’d have nothing to live for.

  When they got to the hospital, Jace thanked Gabriel and told him he didn’t have to stay. The kindhearted man followed him inside the medical center anyway. Jace ran up to the information desk and said, “My sister and my stepmother are here somewhere. Myrna and Rosie Bell…”

  “Mr. Bell?” Jace turned toward the voice. A man in a police uniform held out his hand. “We spoke on the phone, I’m Officer Daley.” Jace didn’t want to take the time to talk to this man…but maybe he knew where he could find Rosie. He shook his hand and Gabriel held his out and said:

  “I’m Gabriel, Jace’s friend.” They shook hands and unable to stand it a second longer Jace said: