by Cindy Wilder
“Harder, Jay,” I yelled out. “I need you so damn bad. Fuck me deeper.”
He let out a moan and held me so tight, as he pumped into me even harder. I knew I was going to have bruises from his fingers, but it wasn't enough. I lifted off of him and fell back down hard. He yelled out into the air and thrust into me. I cried out his name as my pussy gripped him tight and came around him.
“Fuck, Tabby,” he groaned loud.
I felt him hold me as he pumped into me and filled me. Jolt after jolt shot into me, and I loved the warmth of feeling him inside of me. We stood there for a moment, before he let my legs loose and my feet touched the floor. He grabbed our clothes, took my hand in his, and walked me up the stairs that were just in front of us.
The entire place was decked out with original art and everything breakable, but I still hadn't seen one thing personal to his life. He opened the door to his room and motioned for me to go ahead of him. I couldn't believe the size of the room. There was a huge bed against the wall. As I looked around the place, all I could think about was the woman in the bar and the women surrounding him when I had first gotten the job. He looked at me and narrowed his eyes.
“What is it, Tabby?” he asked.
I shook my head but couldn't get rid of the image in my mind.
“All those women,” I whispered. “Did I ever matter? I don't want to know. You made millions in college before we were together. You told me you made a bit of money. It was enough to get by. Why did you lie to me? Again, I don't want to know. I thought about you every single day for over four years. It wasn't until recently that I realized you could have had anyone you wanted. I thought we had something special. It took me that long to figure out that I was just another screw to you. That day you left me, I was crushed. Those months that followed were a blur. When my mom found my journal and figured out what happened between us, she lost it. I had just graduated. That was it. I told you I would do it without her. You didn't believe me. I proved you all wrong. Not a single one of you were around, and I made it. I did it on my own. I have an apartment and a job, and I did it for myself. None of you had to help me. I wanted you to see that. I wanted you to see that I had done what you didn't think I could.”
He motioned for me to sit down on the bed and I did.
“You said something about your family. I asked you about pictures. You said you hadn't seen them. What did you mean?”
“I moved out the week after graduation and haven't spoken to them since,” I said.
He sat up straight, and I could see the muscles in his arms tighten.
“Tabby,” he said. “You're a developer. I don't get it. You made fun of me every chance you could. Why would you go to school for that same thing?”
“So you could see that I could do it too,” I said. “If you could do it, then so could I.”
“You did it to show that I was no better than you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“That guy at the club,” he began. “What was that about?”
My thoughts moved yet again to him and that woman, and I looked him in the eye.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Is that something you do often?”
“I don't really think that's your concern. You left me,” I said, as I stood and walked forward. “I can do whoever I want. We all know you do.”
Something happened I wasn't expecting when I moved to reach for my clothes. Jay reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back toward him. Before I knew it, I was on my back on the bed and he was straddling me. The lights were off, and the only bit of light we had was shining in from the hallway. He looked down on me with a look I had never seen before in his eyes. They were so dark. It was almost animalistic. I couldn't take my eyes away from his. There was something there I couldn't figure out.
A growl escaped his chest, as he took my hands in his and held them on the bed above my head. He took them both in one of his and let his other hand slowly move down my arm, down the center of my chest, and down my belly. He slid his finger through my wetness and entered me without warning. When his finger moved in and out of me, I moaned into the air. His mouth moved slowly between my breasts, teasing my nipples along the way. My back arched, as I moved my hips in rhythm with his finger. He added a second finger and began moving them into me quicker. When he hooked his fingers at just the right angle, I cried out his name. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, he pulled them from my dripping pussy and stuck them in his mouth. He sucked them slowly, as he looked into my eyes.
That same hand wrapped in my hair and pulled to open my neck to him. His lips were on my skin sucking hard. He hovered over me, and I couldn't get closer to him. My hips moved off of the bed trying to reach him, but he pulled back. I cried out again just as his teeth scraped against the skin on my neck. He looked down at me with desire and want in those beautiful dark eyes. I pulled at my arms, but the smirk on his face told me I wasn't in control. His knee moved between my thighs and I moved to grind against it trying to get some relief. His free hand moved to every sensitive spot on my body. I moaned and moved beneath him, but he wasn't giving in.
“Did he make you feel this good?” Jay asked.
I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized were closed and looked at him.
“What?” I asked through ragged breaths.
“That guy from the club,” he said. “Did he make you feel the way I do?”
“No,” I whimpered.
“Has any man ever made you feel this good?” he asked.
I felt his rock-hard cock at my entrance, but no matter how I moved, he wouldn't enter me.
“No, Jay,” I growled.
My legs went around his waist and pulled at him, but he still wouldn't budge. I dug my heel into his ass, and he narrowed his eyes.
“Watch yourself, Tabby,” he said. “I've got all night, baby. I will make you beg and plead for my cock to be inside of you.”
“Jay,” I whined.
“I didn't like that, not one bit. Seeing his hands on you made me so angry. It took all I had not to tear the shit out of him, Tabby. The way you rubbed your body against him, that wasn't okay. Do you hear me?”
I looked deep into his eyes.
“Do you think I liked seeing her hands on you? Do you think I want to think about you with all of those women?” I asked, as I bucked up against him.
I pulled hard on my arms, but he continued to hold them in place.
“The thought of him being inside of you pisses me off. You're mine, Tabby. I don't want you with anyone else.”
“That's not for you to decide,” I said. “You gave that right up when you walked out without a goodbye.”
I knew I was pushing it, but I dug my heels into him again. He let out a growl, and before I knew it, he flipped me onto my front. My hands were still above my head. His hand came down on my ass hard, and I cried out. When his hand wrapped in my hair and pulled back, I looked up at him with a smirk on my face. His mouth came down on mine just as I was about to say something else. When his tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, I opened with a moan. He claimed my mouth like he owned it. I couldn't believe the difference in the man behind me. It was so damn hot, but I wouldn't have admitted it to him.
He placed my hands on his headboard and put his mouth against my ear.
“Keep them there,” he said in a rough tone that sent chills through my body. “If you move them, I will stop.”
His hands went to my hips and pulled them up with no effort at all. When his knee went between my legs and pushed them apart, I gasped. His fingers moved down and back up my wet path before smacking my ass again. I felt the sting just before his hand rubbed the very same spot. When I looked back over my shoulder, I watched him take his cock in his hand and stroke his shaft. My eyes widened as I looked back and licked my lips. I took one hand from the headboard and he instantly released himself from his hand. When I let out a tiny groan, he laughed.
“Hands up there,” he
demanded.
I put it back and he nodded. When he grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head, I moaned at the vision before me. His chest and stomach were in perfect shape. There were two tattoos, but I couldn't tell what they were. He took his cock back in his hand and lined it up at my entrance. His tip pushed just inside of me, and he stopped. With one hand on my hip holding me still, the other grabbed my hair and pulled back again. My mouth opened, and my eyes closed. He leaned over me and thrust his tongue into my mouth just as he thrust his cock deep inside of me. I cried out into his mouth loud enough for the world to hear. His grip on my hair held me still as he pounded into me from behind. He was reaching a spot he had never reached before. I pushed back against him hard each time he thrust forward. My hands held onto the headboard for balance. His mouth moved to my neck, and he never slowed his rhythm. The licks and nips of his teeth and tongue drove me crazy. I couldn't tell you how many times I cried out his name mixed with who knows what words. None of it made any sense, but I couldn't control it. He pumped into me hard and deep.
“Fuck, Jay,” I called out to him.
With his mouth next to my ear, he whispered.
“I'm going to fuck you so damn hard, baby. I want you to feel me deep inside of you every time you move tomorrow. You were made for me, Tabby. We fit perfectly together. I never want you to forget the way I make you feel. I don't want you to ever forget me.”
He gripped my hips in his hands and thrust into me so hard my body jerked forward. The cool wood of his headboard rubbed against my chest, as I held on and felt every single time he moved into me. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. Jay made me feel desired and wanted. It was a feeling that I wanted to last forever.
“I could be buried inside of you every day for the rest of my life and it would never be enough, Tabby. Do you hear me? You're beautiful and perfect. I love the way my cock feels with you wrapped around it.”
I cried out with such intense pleasure.
“Harder, Jay.”
I knew his fingers were going to leave an imprint on my hips, and I couldn't wait to see them. It sounds crazy, but the thought of his mark being left on my skin made me want more of him.
One of his hands came around and rubbed my clit, and I was done. I screamed out his name as I came so damn hard around his cock. Two pumps later, he roared out my name and filled me over and over. My body fell down onto the bed, and his was right there on top of me. The feel of his warm, sweaty skin against my back was so comforting. When he pulled out of me, I felt the cool air rush between us. He rolled to the side and pulled me with him. My back was against his chest, and I could feel his heart beating against my skin.
“Jay,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he said, as he tightened his grip on me.
“How could you not know that I haven't talked to them?” I asked.
“Because I haven't talked to either of them since I left that day,” he answered quietly.
I let out a long breath and let my eyes close, as I soaked up the feeling of his arms around me.
I opened my eyes and could feel him behind me. Shit, I thought. I needed to get out of there. When I moved, he rolled onto his back. Very quietly I walked to his bathroom and turned on the light. I looked around for my clothes and remembered what had happened to my shirt. My bra and sweatpants were on the floor. I slowly opened his drawers until I found a t-shirt. Then I quickly got dressed. When I went to turn his bathroom light off, I noticed the light shine off of the tattoos on his chest. I walked over and leaned down. My hand went to cover my mouth before anything came out. On the left side of his chest was a tattoo of a rose with a tabby cat in the middle of it.
My mind began moving a million miles a minute. The questions came one by one. Was the cat because of me? What about the rose? It was my middle name. No way, I thought. There was no way he would have gotten a tattoo because of me. He left me. He walked out. I didn't mean shit to him. There were pictures of him with all different women. When I first saw him again, he had women all over him. I was just another screw to him. Before the tears could fall, I shut off the light, hurried down the stairs and into my flip-flops, grabbed my stuff, and moved to the elevator. There was a small key I hadn't seen earlier, so I quickly turned it. When the door opened, I hurried inside and pushed the button over and over. I felt like my chest was closing in on me. It was hard to breathe. The doors opened, and I hurried out of the building to the sidewalk. I was bent over, with my hands on my knees, when I felt a hand on my back and jumped.
“I'm sorry,” the man said.
I looked up to see Jay's driver, and relief washed over me.
“I need to go home,” I said.
He nodded and walked me to the car. When he opened the door, I climbed in as quickly as I could. I had to get out of there. It was all too much. He got in and pulled out onto the quiet road. Everything was dark. It was like the city was sleeping. He had dropped me off hours ago and was right there when I needed him again.
“Do you ever sleep?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said with a laugh.
He pulled up in front of my apartment building and walked around to open my door. I was surprised that he hadn't just shut the door after me and left. He walked with me up the building steps and opened the front door. We exchanged good nights and I thanked him for the ride.
I walked through the lobby to the elevator. One of the security guys that was always around at night was at the desk. We said a quick hello as I waited.
“Was that Mr. Blackwell's driver?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered before turning to look at him. “Do you know him? Jared Blackwell I mean.”
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at me.
“I would hope so,” he said. “Seeing as he owns this place.”
My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“Mr. Blackwell owns this apartment building,” he said.
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The words he said played in my head over and over.
“Mr. Blackwell owns this apartment building.”
I felt like my chest was caving in on me all over again. It was like I was fighting to breathe. Before I knew it, there were strong hands on my shoulders.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “You look like you've just seen a ghost. Can I get you anything?”
I shook my head but didn't speak.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“He owns this place. Rose Garden Apartments. Oh, Shit!”
“Yes,” he said.
“Jared owns the building I live in,” I whispered.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, and my hand went to my mouth. Was that why my rent was so reasonable? It couldn't have been. He didn't know I was going to rent an apartment. He didn't even know I was in the area. Did he? How could he? It was impossible. Everyone's rent was the same. I was sure of it. Pull it together, Tabitha, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and stood strong.
“Thank you very much,” I said. “I'm fine now. I'll just go up to my apartment.”
“Let me walk with you,” he said. “I just want to make sure you're okay.”
“No,” I said. “I wouldn't want you to leave your post. I'm fine. I promise.”
He walked me to the elevator with his arm around my back and reached forward to push the button. When the doors open and I stepped inside, he pushed the button for my floor. The elevator climbed one floor at a time, as I leaned back against the wall. My eyes flew open and I looked at the button the security guy had just pushed. How the hell did he know my floor? I hadn't been there that long, and I had only ever said hello to him. We've never exchanged names or talked personally. He'd never walked around that desk before. I pushed the button over and over for the elevator to go back down. As soon as the doors opened, I flew across the floor and stopped in front of the desk. He looked up with a smile.
“Yes,” he said.
“What's my name?” I asked.
“Excuse me,” he said.
“What is my name?” I asked sternly.
“Tabitha Smith,” he answered.
“How did you know that?” I asked.
“You live here,” he said. “It's my job to know your name.”
“You knew what floor I lived on,” I said.
“Of course I did,” he said. “My job.”
“We have never spoken anything more than a hello before. I've never told you my name or apartment number. Do you know everyone's name and apartment floor?”
His confidence that he'd been holding strong to since the elevator door had opened faltered for a moment. It wasn't for long, but I saw it.
“Of course I do,” he said.
His voice shook for a second.
“If I didn't, I'd lose my job. Mr. Blackwell is very specific on how people in his building are to be treated,” he said with more confidence.
“Does he ever come in here?” I asked.
“Mr. Blackwell?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I usually work at night, so I don't get to see him often. I've met him a few times,” he said. “He hasn't owned this building very long. It's been about a year or so.”
I thought for a moment about what he said. I hadn't lived there for a year yet. That meant he owned it when I moved in.
“Can I ask you something else?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said.
“Did the name change when he bought it, or was it already Rose Garden Apartments?” I asked.
“The name changed when he bought it,” he said. “I remember him saying it meant something to him at our first staff meeting. None of us have figured that out yet.”