I’m about to give up, thinking she’s mad enough about me being so late, that she’s not going to open up, when the door cracks open with her beautiful face peeking out.
“Jace?” She looks at me sleepily like she was just knocked out herself.
“Hey, Kiki, were you sleeping baby?” I ask her quietly as I make my way in her apartment, throwing my bag on the ground next to the door.
She rubs her hand over her face tiredly; she has no idea about the little indentions all over her face from whatever she was sleeping on. “Yes, I was lying on the couch waiting for you and conked out. You want some pizza?”
“Nah Kiki, let’s just lie down, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
I nod and she takes my hand, leading me to her bedroom. I attempt to take my shirt off but stop halfway with a painful grunt.
“Oh Jace, are you okay?” She peers at me worriedly.
“Yes, my ribs are just really sore.”
“Let me take care of you, baby, okay?” Chyna whispers and kisses me softly.
She pulls away, lifting my shirt carefully. It hurts still, but not nearly as badly when she does it. Her eyes skate over my toned chest, stopping on my basketball shorts. Her gaze flicks up to mine, full of heat.
“I can’t. I’m sorry. Normally I would be all over your ass, but I just can’t move like I plan to with you.”
“Let me take care of you?” She bites her bottom lip, and all I can do is swallow and nod. She can do whatever the hell she wants, looking like that.
She drops to the floor, resting on her knees as she peers up at me. She carefully pulls my shorts and boxer briefs down my toned thighs. Stepping to the side slightly, my shorts leave me, completely exposing my cock.
It stands proud, ready for the attention it’s been dreaming about since I first laid eyes on Chyna’s fine ass. I can’t let her just dive in though. Tangling my hand in her long, straight locks, I yank her back up in front of me, taking her mouth like it’s the last drop of water in the desert.
Eventually I pull away. “You my girl, Kiki?”
“God, yes,” she mumbles and I let her get to her knees again.
My stomach clenches as she takes my cock in her mouth. Her eyes light up when she sees my muscles flex and she runs her hand over each ridge. Looks like my Chy likes my muscles.
She sucks, while tickling my balls with one hand and moving her other hand up and down my length at the same time.
“Oh, Kiki.” It’s the only thing that will leave my mouth as I clench my ass cheeks tightly, chanting that I can’t come in her mouth right now. She may bite my dick off. This is the first time I’ve been naked around her, and I’ll be damned if I shoot off like a rocket right away.
Leaning my head back I stare at the ceiling. I can’t look at her face any longer, she’s too fucking beautiful and I won’t last another second. Right as I finish that thought, she pulls away and I breathe a breath of temporary relief from the urge to spurt my cum all over her face, marking her as mine.
“Jace? How about you lie down?”
I glance down at her, blinking a few times to process what she just said. She nods at the bed and it clicks in place. I slowly walk over, lying on my back.
Chyna crawls between my legs, slipping my dick back into her mouth and my toes clench with the fantastic sensations thrumming through my body.
“Fuck, Chyna,” I croon, attempting to hold myself back.
The sensation disappears and my eyes shoot open in time to see her grab a condom out of her nightstand. She holds it up in front of me as if asking my permission and I quickly nod. There is no stopping at this point. At least she had enough sense to get a condom; my feelings were so wrapped up in her I never even thought about it. That’s the scary thing; I always think of protection, but with her she completely consumes my mind and body.
She easily rolls the condom on me, climbing into place above me, once she’s where she wants to be, she slowly sinks down onto me. She moans a small sweet sound while I gasp, as her heat squeezes me tightly. She seats herself over me. I’m in her completely and it’s like fucking bliss.
Chyna starts to slowly rotate her hips as she peels off her tank top, letting her breasts fall free. She’s amazing. She’s not muscular by any means. You can tell she goes to the gym, but she looks completely feminine, just what I like in a woman.
Her hips rotate again and her little clit rubs against me, causing her to cry out and it’s my undoing. Fuck my ribs, fuck being sore, it’s my turn to have her.
Before she can say my name I have her flipped underneath me. Bracing myself up with one arm over her, I encompass her body underneath mine as I grind my pelvis into her. She moans loudly and it drives me on to pump my hips.
I slam into her and her eyes widen. I’m done playing, this baby girl is all mine and she’s damn sure going to know it by the time I get done tearing this pussy up. “You good, Kiki?”
She nods her head quickly, her nails squeezing into my shoulders as I use one hand to prop her leg up over my shoulder. I drive into her deeply again, rotating my hips. I pop my ass and she cries out.
“Give it to me, Chy. I want that orgasm, baby.” I groan and she calls out with another strong thrust. I feel her little pussy begin to clench, and I rub my pelvis against her clit, making her see stars.
“Ohhhhh. My. God!”
She finishes, and I move my hips quicker, pumping in and out of her at a furious speed, chasing my own orgasm. After a few minutes before I reach paradise, she screams out again, powering through another orgasm.
I ride it out with her clawing down my back and eventually I can’t hold myself back any longer. I let go, seeing my own flash of colors cloud my vision. I groan, as the passion consumes me making me forget about my sore muscles.
Eventually I come back down to earth and my ribs burn so bad it feels like my body’s on fire.
“Fuck!” I grunt, getting up and cursing with each movement it takes.
I clean up and relieve myself in her bathroom, eventually making my way back to her bed. She uses the restroom and brushes her teeth while I get settled in, lying down again.
She turns off her bedroom light and climbs into bed, snuggling up to me.
“You’re not hungry?” she asks sleepily, and I chuckle. I thought it was the man who was supposed to think of food after sex.
“No, I’m good.”
“Do you want some pain pills?”
“No, thanks,” I whisper in her hair, pulling her close to me. I kiss her forehead. “Just sleep, Kiki.”
“You’re really mine, Jace?” She mumbles. “You won’t leave me, too?”
“I’m not going anywhere baby, bet your fucking life on it.” I kiss her head again, and I feel her body relax as she drifts off.
I have no idea what she means by that question or what could have happened to her before that would warrant her thinking about it, but I’ll do my best to make sure she knows I’m all in. I’m not going anywhere.
In fact at this point, you’d have to pry me off of her. I’m gone, completely and utterly gone for this chick. She came out of nowhere, but I’ll be forever grateful that she did. Now I just have to get her to believe it and not give up. I never forfeit.
I wake up to an empty bed, but if the amazing scents floating through the air are any clue, I’d say Jace went and got us some breakfast. I move to get up and the pinch of soreness between my legs is a sweet little reminder of the previous night.
I’ve never been fucked like that before in my life. I’ve never gone off two times in a row like that either. After that second orgasm I’m surprised I didn’t pass out on that very spot. God, that was amazing. The way he moved his hips was unbelievable.
I make my way out of bed, slipping on a pair of panties and a plain tank top to help ward off the light chill in the morning air from the air conditioner. I head to the kitchen where I’m greeted with an absolutely delectable sight.
Jace has his back to me, clad o
nly in a pair of red basketball shorts and a backward dark blue baseball cap. His head bops in time to whatever he’s listening to on his iPod, reminiscent of the time we were in the hotel together.
He didn’t get breakfast. Nope…he’s cooking in my kitchen, wearing very few clothes. I swear the only thing sexier would be to see him cleaning dressed like this. I walk up behind him and when I get close enough, I slide my hands around his waist.
I’m taken off guard when he practically flips me, pinning me against the counter. I’m pretty sure I squeak when he presses his body into mine. His eyes scan over my halfway exposed chest and before I can get a word out, his mouth is on mine, waking me up the best way I’ve ever experienced.
Jace doesn’t stop kissing me, but he lifts me by the backs of my thighs and props me up on the counter. Eventually, he pulls back in a frenzy, wrenching my legs apart, He props one on the counter top beside us and rests my other foot on his sturdy shoulder. He squats down a little, moving my panties to the side.
“Oh my!” I gasp as one of his fingers enters me, and I suddenly find it hard to speak.
He goes to town finger fucking me over and over. Eventually he dips his head closer, sucking my clit between his teeth. He applies a gentle pressure while adding yet another finger and I grab onto the cabinets next to my head and hold on.
I feel like I could fly off the counter as the stimulation gets stronger. I only last moments longer before I’m belting out his name so loud I’m sure the neighbors know it now.
He pulls completely away, and I’m left panting.
“Morning, Kiki.” His voice feels like a caress after that wonderful wake-up call.
“I’ve never been a screamer,” I reply and immediately want to smack myself for inserting my foot in my mouth. Out of everything I could possibly say, I talk about my past experiences.
He takes it in good humor though, chuckling and carefully helping me off the counter.
“Sorry, I’ve never experienced that before,” I mutter and grin.
He looks at me crazy and smirks. “The other night wasn’t a dream. I really woke you up by playing with your clit.”
I laugh. “No, I mean being spun around and accosted on my kitchen counter as soon as I get out of bed.”
“Oh,” he chuckles. “I couldn’t stop myself when I saw your shirt.”
I shoot him a puzzled look, and then quickly glance down at my shirt. It’s stretched making the fitted material looser and my boobs are definitely close to falling out now.
“Okay then. I’ll just go put on a new shirt.” I shrug unfazed and he grins in return. “Hey, how can you hear me anyway while wearing your headphones?”
“Yeah, I had the volume turned down low in case you yelled for me or something.”
“Hmm.” I smile even bigger at his thoughtfulness. This man always leaves me speechless.
I pop a quick kiss on his cheek and head to my room for a new shirt. Well, I guess if I ever want Jace’s attention, all I have to do is show him some cleavage. Boobs for the win!
JACE
Chyna returns, this time wearing more clothes, and I can hold myself back from mauling her again. She came in looking so sleepy and sweet, and I had to have her. I’m still sore as fuck, but I was up early, soaking in the tub again. I gave in and wrapped my ribs tightly last night after Chyna fell asleep. I ended up only able to get a few hours of rest; I’ll have to try and take a nap later or something to help me recharge.
“So what’s the plan today?” She chirps.
“Well, we can swing by my apartment to meet my older brother if you’d like?”
“Yes, I’d love to.”
“Don’t get your expectations up; he’s no gem. I let him stay at my place last night, and I need to check if he’s still there.”
I also need to make sure he didn’t steal my TV or anything else. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he has. When it comes down to it though, he’s my family, and I feel guilty turning him away. At least the only money he got from me was for some snacks and smokes. I made sure there wasn’t any spare cash laying around when I left.
“You can’t just call him?”
“I tried earlier but didn’t get an answer.” I leave out the part that he never pays his phone bill so the majority of the time it’s shut off anyhow.
“Okay. I’m off for the next two days, so I’m free.”
“I was going to ask you what’s up with that.” I finish up the last bit of eggs on my plate.
“With what?”
“Your job. You don’t seem to work much, but you have a nice car and apartment.” I gesture around her place.
We’re sitting at the breakfast bar eating the eggs and pancakes I prepared. She doesn’t have a lot of furniture, but what she does have looks expensive. Chyna smells like money, but I don’t think she realizes it. She definitely doesn’t act like a rich chick, and that makes me adore her even more, because I have a feeling she or her family may be.
“Oh. Yeah, my father helps me out some.”
Bingo. I figured right. She grows quiet, chewing her food an extra amount. I guess I’ll drop it and let her open up to me when she’s ready to. I know all about what it’s like having shit you don’t want to tell people. I just hope she’ll eventually share—whatever it is—with me.
“Did you want to do anything today since it’s your day off?” I ask with a lighter tone, wanting to change the subject. Her eyes light up again, and I’m privy to one of her sweet smiles.
“No, not really. I don’t do much on my time off except bug Aria, and I try to make it to the gym whenever I can. I suppose that you’re too sore for a gym session though, huh?”
“Normally, I’d be all for getting back in the gym, but I’m still tender in a few spots. We can go for a walk or something…if you want? I’d run, but, fuck, my ribs hurt.”
Her face softens as she glances over me quickly. “Oh no, I guess I was expecting you to bounce back really fast like the other fight.”
“Yeah, Ford didn’t really get any hits in.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I’m instantly reminded of what happened the night before, why I’m so sore in the first place.
“About that…” She starts and grows silent.
“It doesn’t happen.”
“What doesn’t happen, exactly?” She meets my eyes.
“Breaking my concentration in a fight—it never happens to me. But, when I heard that scream, somehow I knew it was you, and I needed to make sure you were okay.”
Her lashes flutter a few times as she glances around, clearly unsure how to respond to my declaration. “Jace, I-I’m so sorry. I’ve seen you fight many times, but last night was different for me somehow.”
I nod and my stomach feels warm inside. Not from the food or from the pain in my ribs, but from what it means to me to hear her say she cares about me like that. I’m not the only one hitting the mat in this relationship; she’s feeling it as much as I am.
I grab the fork from her grasp and set it on the plate. I take both of her hands in mine, pulling her closer to me.
Her eyes widen slightly, giving me her full attention and I lean in and kiss her. I don’t try to consume her mouth this time. Instead, I kiss her so softly, tenderly, pouring my heart into it, praying inside that she can feel it, that she knows she fucking owns every single inch of me at this point.
When I pull back, I feel her lips tremble slightly and I release my own shaky breath. I don’t know what to think of all of this. I’ve known her a while now, but it still feels like it’s moving faster than what I always thought would be an acceptable pace for feelings like this to develop.
“Does it seem like each kiss gets better?” She questions. I can’t help but feel some pride in that. She definitely knows how to build up my ego.
“Yeah, Kiki. My thoughts exactly. We can take it easy today.”
She agrees and we get everything cleaned up from our late breakfast.
two hours later and after on
e long, shared shower…
Once I open the door to my apartment I know something is off. The bedding I had given my brother to use is on the floor and my couch has been moved. In fact, everything in my apartment has been moved. Even the refrigerator and stove are pulled away from the wall.
“Jace, what happened? Does it always look like this?”
“No, it’s always clean. Get behind me while we check everything out.”
I push her behind me as we look around my apartment. I wouldn’t ever let my brother hurt her, but I wouldn’t put it past him to try if he’s strung out on something.
“I thought you said your brother was here. Did someone break in?” She points out my shredded couch cushions.
“He is or at least he was. I’m pretty sure this is my brother’s doing.”
The place is clear and I face her when she asks, “Why on earth would your brother do this though, I don’t understand. Were you guys fighting when you left him here?”
“No we weren’t fighting; everything seemed fine. This is what my brother does though. He was either searching for money or he was on something.”
“Oh no, do you think he was okay? Do you need to go find him? I can stay here and wait if you want to go, or I can go with you. Should we call the police?”
“No, unfortunately this is normal. Knowing my brother he called a buddy and split. Fucking dick. I never should have brought him here.” I honestly can’t believe she would even offer those things. Most people would freak out, but she seems pretty calm, like she’s dealt with this sort of thing before.
“You didn’t know he was going to do this, Jace. You can’t beat yourself up over this.”
“But that’s just it. I did know. I had a feeling, and I was right. He still hasn’t changed. I bet all that crap he fed me last night about my mother missing me was a load of shit.”
“Sometimes you have to just say enough and not let them do this to you anymore.”
I turn to her, irritated that she acts like she knows what’s going through my mind right now. She’s never said anything before, so for all I know she could just be saying the first thing that comes to mind. “What exactly do you know about this, Chyna? You with your daddy sending you checks. I didn’t have that growing up; I didn’t grow up in a cushy fucking life. Believe it or not, I used to be just like my druggie brother. He’s a thug, Chyna. I was a thug right alongside of him, fighting, robbing people, getting fucked up. So tell me, what the hell could you possibly know about when it’s time to give up on someone?”
Unexpected Forfeit Page 11