“Oh! Fuck! Jace, it feels so good,” I gasped. “I’m getting close!”
“Do it! Come on my mouth!” he groaned, continuing even harder.
I shivered, arching back against the shower, enjoying the feel of his mouth on me. I’d never experienced this and I was going crazy from the sensation. I whimpered, looking down as I held his head down against me. My release grew as he continued, not seeming to tire at all as he continued his onslaught on my pussy.
“Oh my god! It feels so good! I’m gonna come!”
“Do it!” his voice was muffled as he worked his tongue over my hole.
I cried out, arching back as my entire body exploded in ecstasy. Jace groaned, not stopping as I continued to come. I shivered, loving the feel of his mouth on me. I would never forget this. I shivered, moving my hands through his hair as I worked to catch my breath, my body relaxing as my orgasm began to subside.
“W-wow… that was amazing,” I panted.
He slowly pulled away, helping me to my feet and grinned up at me. “Fuck! You tasted amazing.”
I shivered at that and smiled warmly, “Thanks. Now… now it’s your turn.”
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.
I smirked, grabbing the loofa and went to work on cleaning him, moving my hand across his body as I scrubbed him head to toe. I moved slow around his cock, teasing him as I ran the loofa across his hard shaft. He groaned under the attention and I smiled, loving the feel of being in control.
“Oh fuck! It feels so good!” he groaned.
I grinned, “This shower really is amazing.”
He smirked, “You’re amazing.”
I blushed under the compliment and reached over, grabbing the detachable showerhead. I was still super jealous of that. I smiled, moving the water over and began to rinse the soap off of him. He shivered as I rinsed him off and I grinned at the reactions I got as I continued. Once I finished, I moved the showerhead back and kneeled down in front of him.
“Wait, are yo—”
I wrapped my mouth around his cock-head, working to push it down my mouth. With the size, I wasn’t able to get more than halfway down. I shivered, continuing anyway, working my tongue over his cock as I moved my hand up and down the rest of his shaft.
“Oh fuck! Your mouth feels so good!” he groaned.
I went on, using every trick and technique I’d acquired. He leaned back against the shower wall, moving his hands to my hair. Motivated by this, I moaned around his length, letting the vibrations work their magic, and let my eyes drift up until I could see his face; could see him looking back down at me. His expression spurred me on that much more. His eyes half-lidded and his mouth working in small gasping moans, only a few of which actually produced any sound. I shivered at that, pushing further, and actually managed to take another few inches in the process. What had before been something annoying and suffocating was suddenly exhilarating and thrilling. I felt eager to push myself to take more and more of him down my throat, actually feeling a growing sense of pride for the growing distension in my neck.
For the first time, I was actually enjoying giving a blowjob.
“Oh fuck! I’m close!” he groaned.
I would have smirked if my mouth wasn’t so stretched around my task. Like a jockey rounding the final lap—finish line in sight—I put every last bit of effort I could muster into completing the task. And it had become a race, I realized; a race to get my lips to meet the base of this marvelous tool before it finally erupted its payload.
I was only marginally disappointed that my efforts would be robbing me of the chance to taste that payload—somehow that seemed a suddenly intoxicating thought to me—but I decided I’d have other opportunities to show him other tricks.
I pushed a little further, gained another inch, and used my tongue to measure the remaining distance. The tip found the top of his sack, teasing his tensing balls, and the sensation seemed to push him further ahead in the race.
He groaned, moving his hands to my shoulder, obviously intending to try and pull me away.
I resisted.
I wanted to show him just how much I was enjoying what I was doing.
And besides, I only had, like, a half-inch left to…
“Oh god, Mia!” he cried out, his knees slightly buckling as he let loose a loud groan.
Realizing it was now or never, I held my breath and pushed myself forward with everything I had, gripping the cheeks of his ass in my hands and actually pulling him forward, burying the last bit of his length into my sucking mouth and clenching throat as he began to cum.
Photo finish, I thought triumphantly, holding him there until he’d completely spent himself into my stomach.
Then, finally, I released my death-grip on his ass, let him slide free of my throat, pop free of my mouth, and watched as he began to deflate just a few inches from me. Grinning, I gave the head of his penis one more loving kiss before standing.
“Wow, you are so fucking sexy!” he smirked.
“Shall we actually clean up now?” I grinned at him.
“I suppose we can,” he laughed. “Besides, our food is probably getting cold by now.”
After the shower, Jace went down to get the food. While I waited, I began to explore his living room. Beside an old stereo, there was a stack of papers. I frowned, trying to ignore the part of me that told me to look. My curiosity got the better of me and I began to look through them. Most of the papers were just old news articles on local biker bars and such but below that stack, a small photo book rested. I frowned, knowing that I shouldn’t pry.
Come on, Mia. You are asking for trouble.
Ignoring that voice, I picked up the photo album. Sitting back on the couch, I began to flip through the pages. I smiled, seeing pictures of Jace standing with what must have been his parents along with another guy. I looked down, seeing the resemblance, and decided that the man must’ve been his brother. Continuing through the pages, I stopped on one of Jace, standing behind a woman in a long white dress. Their faces were filled with love and I could see Jace’s hands rested on the woman’s stomach; a small-yet-insistent bulge evident beneath his palm.
“Pregnant…?” I whispered, startled at how quickly I’d begun to cry.
Could the woman be his brother’s wife?
Could they just be related?
A sister?
No, dummy! I scolded myself, Who would pose like that with anybody other than—
I shivered, cutting off my own thoughts. A stab of jealousy filled me and I tried to swallow it down.
If Jace was still in love with whoever that girl was, he wouldn’t be meeting me, right?
The thought seemed logical enough, right?
But if he had someone—if he had a family—then what did that make me?
The other woman! The homewrecker! The WHORE!
I bit my lip, my fingers digging into my thighs. Was I just trying to tell myself this? Where was all this uncertainty and nervousness coming from?
And then I heard footsteps—Jace coming back from the kitchen where the guard had left our order—and I felt my heart start to race as I asked myself what I would do.
Would I pretend I didn’t see what I had?
Could I pretend I hadn’t seen that photo?
I bit my lip, wanting to scream and cry and run and die all at once. But—but, but—I couldn’t bring myself to hate Jace for whatever that picture could mean. I could sure-as-hell hate myself for what it might mean, but…
But I loved him.
Shivering and swallowing away all of my pain, I decided that I’d leave it alone for the time being; decided that Jace would tell me when he was ready.
Right?
“You okay?” Jace’s voice was concerned, and I turned to see him looking back at me behind several pizza boxes and a few bags of food.
Damn, but that man can eat!
“Yeah,” I said, forcing a grin. “Just starving.”
“Right! Of course! We probably burn
ed, like, eight-hundred-thousand calories back there,” he laughed nervously and went over, grabbing some plates. “Anything you don’t like?”
“Nope! I’ll take whatever,” I said.
He grinned and said, “That’s my girl.” Then he paused and looked over, seeming uncertain. “Right?”
“Hmm?” I hummed questioningly.
“Sorry,” he blushed, shrugging. “I guess I just wanted to make sure that… I mean, at this point… can I consider you my girl?”
I stared back at him, considering his words and reflecting on the picture.
“I was married once and…” He’d explained to me that first night, “and I guess we were considering doing the whole family-thing, but… But it didn’t work out. You know how families these days work: one day they’re there and the next…”
I nearly started crying with realization.
Father—dead.
Brother—dead.
Friends and fellow gang members—dead.
Pregnant wife…
And then, after the gap of whatever had happened to his family, a life that he’d confessed he didn’t really want.
No. I wasn’t the other woman, the homewrecker, or the whore. His family’s gang-life had done something to him, to his family. Whether they’d been chased away—whether Jace’s pregnant wife had left him and his family’s life—or whether she’d been… hurt.
I couldn’t be sure which—had no way of knowing and, quite frankly, no right to know—but there was a bitter-sweet revelation to be had in knowing that much.
Poor Jace…
I smiled at him, wide and loving and sincere, and I nodded. “I would love nothing more than to be your girl, Jason,” I answered him.
“Why don’t you stay tonight?” Jace said as I moved to stand and collect my things.
“I wish I could,” I said honestly. “But Candy has been covering for me, I can’t let her get hurt because of me, because of us.”
Jace frowned at that but didn’t say anymore. I appreciated his understanding and smiled warmly, stepping over to him.
“But don’t think that I don’t want to, okay? I’d love to!” I explained.
He nodded, smiled, and gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I’ll get you to sleep over eventually,” he promised.
“Yes, you will,” I promised back. Then, blushing, I said, “Thank you for tonight. It truly was incredible.”
“Well, you know…” he chuckled, taking another bite of pizza, “They just call me ‘Mister Giving.’” Then, playfully rolling his eyes, he said, “Should I thank you, too?”
Somehow, when he put it like that, it did seem silly. So I said so.
Then we were laughing.
~THREE DAYS LATER~
* * *
It felt like I was going through withdrawals.
Well, that wasn’t totally true. I supposed I’d have to first know what genuine withdrawals felt like before I could know that. I silently thanked whatever god might be listening for not letting me get hooked on drugs like so many of the other Crew’s hookers for that. Then, thinking on it, decided that if real withdrawals felt anything like this then, yeah, I really was thankful not to be hooked on the stuff.
This was bad enough.
I wanted to see him desperately. But—BUT!—we had another date scheduled, and that seemed to be enough to keep me from going totally crazy. I could hardly hold in the anticipation for tomorrow. Just one last day to work. One last day to deal with the clients and I’d be able to see him again.
“Don’t look so down, girly,” Candy said, offering me a wide-yet-understanding grin. “You two will be together again in no time.”
“Yeah,” I smiled at that, “I know. You’re right. I’m just…”
“Itchy?” Candy suggested for me.
I giggled and nodded. “Yes, very,” I admitted, then, looking down the street, asked “You think the bus is going to be late again?”
Candy sighed, shaking her head and glanced around. “The driver better hope he’s not. I have no problem taking it out on his ass if he makes me late.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to piss off the bus driver?” I blinked. “I mean, that could lead to trouble, right?”
“What? Like the sort of trouble that T-Built or the Crew can bring?” she challenged.
I blushed at that and admitted, “No, I suppose not that kind of trouble. But, still, trouble is trouble.”
“Y’know what? Maybe we need a little trouble in our lives, right?” she winked. “Keep things interesting.”
I smiled at that and glanced over, seeing the bus coming around the corner. Letting out a sigh of relief, I glanced down at my phone, seeing that the bus at least wasn’t running too far behind. Just a few minutes. With any luck the driver would just maniac-drive the next few stops to get back on schedule.
“And the driver lives to see another day,” Candy said with a mischievous grin.
I laughed at that, shaking my head. “Well,” I chimed, “he should consider himself fortunate then, right?”
She smirked. “Fuckin’ A!”
As the bus pulled up in front of us, we moved together to get on. I looked around, seeing the multiple people staring at us. While I was getting used to the stares, there still was a part of me that felt worried about the gazes. I didn’t like feeling so naked in front of these people. But, I supposed, that was the job I was in, wasn’t it? I sighed as we took our seats towards the back and I looked out the window, seeing a streak of lightning flash through the night sky.
“Greeeat,” Candy sighed. “I hate getting wet!”
I chuckled at the word choice.
“Let’s just hope it doesn’t keep the Johns away,” Candy said with a sigh.
I frowned, looking out the window as it began to downpour and I chewed my lip. “It’s pretty heavy,” I said, sighing and remembering other nights when weather like this had meant almost zero Johns.
Best case scenario: a few eagers fortunate enough to host the transaction inside their cars. But the number of guys out there willing to let a soaking-wet whore occupy their car’s interior was typically in the vicinity of less-than one. I’ll let the math scholars in the audience guess how many that meant I was anticipating for the night.
I watched as we closed in on our stop and bit my lip, deciding that I didn’t want to deal with tonight. Images of Jace began to run through my mind. Thoughts of our time together were what got me by. I moved my hand to my necklace, running my finger over the bird pendant. I closed my eyes, enjoying the peace that the necklace brought me.
Eyes closed: Jace’s bird; peace and love.
Eyes open: ugly, heavy rain and a dank, horrible street corner.
I lived in two different worlds.
“You ready?” Candy all-but sighed out the words.
I groaned and shrugged. “Like we have a choice, right?”
Candy offered an obviously forced smile and a pat on my shoulder.
Shortly after getting off the bus, after getting ourselves good and soaked—but, admittedly, rather sexy as a result—the rain decided to give up its aggression and downgraded to a drizzle. Candy and I shared a look that said “figures,” then had a laugh at our own expense. And while the fact that there was still any rain meant that I couldn’t use my phone to read, it also meant that we were, justifiably, not being swarmed in Johns.
All things considered it seemed to be shaping up to be a somewhat laid back night.
And then one of T-Built’s lackeys showed up.
“Good, you’re actually on time,” the goon spat. “Least I won’t be waiting in the rain for your whore-asses.”
“Oh, right? Standing out in the rain? What a fucking nightmare! Hey, champ, let’s compare scars: how long would you have been out here for the whole night if we was, say, ten, fifteen minutes late? I’m guessing ten, fifteen minutes?” Candy mock-pouted. “Aww, poor baby. You wanna trade with us? Make that ten or fifteen minutes a few solid hours? Oh and, hey, maybe yo
u can take a few anal poundings while you do! Y’know, just to truly make the whole experience complete.” She spat—literally—on the corner, shaking her head. “You don’t like the rain? Take it up with T-Built. Or maybe I should tell him you was complaining ‘bout being on whore-watch duty?”
The lackey glared over at Candy and shook his head. “Yer lucky I ain’t in a bad mood,” he said, holding his hand out like he might hit her. The tone and the threat hung there, but I could see that he was scared of the idea of Candy telling T-Built what he’d said. It was enough for us to know he wasn’t about to go telling him what she’d said.
Still, I realized, he’s not giving her an inch even though she’s got him by the balls.
I remembered the first night I’d met Jace at the party and how, when I’d had him in the same way, he’d been man enough to at least admit it.
“Oh yeah! I’m super-lucky,” Candy rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, well, here’s hoping the luck don’t run out for you bitches,” he grumbled, beginning to walk away. “Hope it doesn’t rain too bad for ya.”
I frowned as I watched him leave and sighed, already beginning to shiver from the cold dampness the rain had brought with it. Standing by the corner, I looked around at the surprisingly empty streets.
“Maybe it’ll be a quiet night,” I offered, speaking my earlier thoughts aloud.
“Yeah, but then we gotta stand out here in the rain all night,” Candy sighed. “And it ain’t like we’re in a good place to be taking sick days as it is.”
I frowned, nodding and chewed my lip, looking down at my stilettoed feet. “I’m sorry for that.”
“Don’t worry about it, hun. We girls gotta stick together, right?” she smiled.
I chuckled and nodded. “That we do.”
We stood in silence and I bit my lip, acknowledging that, at this point, I’d prefer to be anywhere but on this corner on this rainy night. We had been lucky enough with the dry spell that the city had been facing, but it seemed that that was at its end too. I wondered just many nights Candy had dealt with the rain and weather and wondered how many more we’d both face together. As my thoughts continued, I noticed the headlights as a car pulled up in front of us. I watched as the passenger window opened and a man looking to be in his early thirties with slicked-back black hair leaned over.
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