Jace opened his mouth and engulfed me, from my hood to my labia. He sucked the wetness off me and pulled away letting out a wet smack sound. Then he looked at me. His lips were glistening, along with the scruff above his upper lip.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Inside, my body raged for him.
“Now it’s your turn to use your mouth,” he said. “I want to know everything. You talk while I work.”
His tongue lapped up slowly against my soft folds.
My hips rocked and I groaned.
“Shit,” I moaned. “Okay…”
Jace’s tongue moved up and down. His eyes - those green eyes - looked up at me, burning at me.
“There’s games in the back of the store,” I said. Jace’s tongue kept moving. “I don’t know what his position is though, okay? Maybe he gets a cut of the bets for hosting it. But when there’s games I have to dress up. Well, dress…down…”
Jace’s tongue moved up to my clit. His eyes moved away from mine. He was solely focused on my clit.
He had no fucking clue what that did to me. It was my sweet spot. My O button. And he was pounding it over and over with the top and bottom of his tongue.
“… I walk around and make sure everyone is happy. That’s my job there. I don’t want that job. I never…oh… fuck…”
I felt the deepest pit of my belly start to flutter.
I was close to coming.
Jace slid his hands to my ass and lifted me up. The towel started to open more, peeling up to the top. When it opened, I was completely naked to Jace.
I didn’t care.
It felt too good.
My body wanted it so badly.
Hell, if I was going to end up dead, this was the way to go.
“I’m close, Jace,” I purred. “So fucking close…”
Jace moved his tongue down and thrust it into me.
I bucked at Jace’s mouth, sucking a breath and let out a groan.
He then took his mouth away from me. He brought his hands around and started to massage my folds with his thumbs.
“What happens at the games?” Jace asked.
“They play cards. They deal drugs. And women. Oh, fuck, I’m ready, Jace. Please… let me…”
“Easy, sweetie,” Jace said with an evil grin. “This Uncle Frank… he’s the head guy?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “He’s part of it all. He’s always been involved. There’s secrets with him and my father. I remember it from when I was younger. He’s got something over my father. I know that. Well, I believe it.”
“So I need to figure this out with your father?” Jace asked.
“I guess,” I said.
“I expected the truth with this next question,” Jace said. He slid his thumbs up to my clit and made small but effective circles. “Are you part of any of it?”
I groaned as my legs pulled at the bed, demanding relief. I was just inches from the cliff.
“No,” I said.
“Sweetie, don’t lie to me anymore.”
I looked down at Jace. My breathing was crazy. My body pulsed from the inside out. He was torturing me with pleasure and he was damn good at it.
“I swear,” I groaned. “I have nothing to do with it. He asks me to walk around. I’m the eye candy, okay? I keep the attention. I get my ass grabbed, touched, slapped. I get offers. I never take them. I’m nothing but a conquest… a cheap whore! That’s it, Jace. That’s the fucking truth of my life. I’m used by everyone. Including you.”
Jace stopped moving. “No, sweetie, I’m not using you. I’m showing you. You’re worried about me being the bad guy? Tell me how good the bad guy feels…”
Jace moved his thumbs and his mouth went back to work.
It was slightly pathetic but all it took was three curls of his tongue to bring me to climax.
My hips started to shake as I came. Jace grabbed my hips and held me steady, devouring all the wetness pouring from me. His hands started to creep up my body but stopped just under my ribs. I was able to rock my hips, up and down, unable to control the wild need for relief.
I guess I had given Jace everything he wanted to know.
When I was finished, he slowly eased himself away from me. Then he stood up, admiring my nude body. I scanned his outlaw body. The way his arms filled out his shirt. His leather cut. And then I saw the massive bulge of his cock in his jeans.
“You stay here,” he said to me. “We’re not done yet.”
Jace stormed out of the bedroom.
I slowly pulled the towel back around my body.
I put my feet to the floor and tried to stand but had no balance for a few seconds.
So I sat on the edge of the bed.
My inner thighs were a mess of my own orgasm.
I was going far beyond being protected by Jace.
I was crossing dangerous lines.
The worst was yet to come though… and that was the truth…
chapter fifteen
(ava)
*THEN*
I was trying to find Dad’s pills. They were in an unlabeled medicine container. He said they were his magic heart pills and I had believed that ever since I was a little girl. My mother used to get mad at him for taking the pills but they always seemed to help.
Uncle Frank always brought him the pills when he needed them. They worked like magic. Dad would sleep for a long time and then wake up and feel great again. I never understood why my mother hated them so much.
Dad was at the kitchen table, stressed out, worried that we were going to lose the house. I always wanted to move out, I was old enough to do so, but I feared leaving Dad alone. Part of me wished he would just sell the house. It would help out so much with the store. The house had nothing for me. The store did. Strange as it was but the memories of my mother were more prevalent at the store than at the house.
I was in the bedroom and it was always weird to me. The closet still had my mother’s clothing in it. I couldn’t bring myself to look. Lucky for me I didn’t need to go into the closet. I just needed to go into his top left drawer. There were two dressers though. I picked the one on the left.
As I opened the drawer I got an uneasy feeling. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. I was too old for the ghost stuff but there was a part of me that wondered if my mother could come back to me as a ghost. Just for a quick visit. Just to explain what had happened the night…
I dug through my father’s always stained socks and couldn’t find a pill bottle.
So I kept digging.
That gave me nothing.
I dug through every sock in the drawer and found nothing.
So I went to the next drawer. It was an unflattering drawer. My father’s underwear. I gritted my teeth as I stuck my hand into the drawer. I told myself he needed his medicine. It was worth the awkward grossness.
My hand dug to the bottom of the drawer and I felt something.
It wasn’t a pill bottle though.
It was a small envelope.
I pulled it out and saw handwriting on it.
Birth record. Proof.
There was a date under that. It was scribbled pretty badly but I knew it wasn’t my birthday. And it wasn’t my birth year. It was two years older than I was.
It peaked my interest so I turned it around and opened it.
“What are you doing?” a voice growled behind me.
I looked up in the mirror and saw my father standing there.
I quickly tucked everything away.
Turns out the medicine was in the other dresser.
Whoops.
I got him his pills and then had to leave for work.
All I could think about was the envelope.
The date.
Birth record… proof?
When I got home from work, I found Dad on the couch, passed out. He would stay there for at least a day or two. Then he’d wake up and be normal again. He’d function as he always did. It was weird to me. I had no idea what could
be wrong with his heart. But it was better to not ask questions.
I snuck into his room, my heart racing.
I quickly went to the underwear drawer and had to dig through it again. It was just as weird and gross as the first time.
But there was a big difference this time.
The envelope… was missing…
chapter sixteen
(jace)
*NOW*
I was on the back porch. I pinched the bridge of my nose as the mid day sun pounded on me. I licked my lips and still tasted Ava’s sweet cum. I hated to admit it to myself but I believed everything she had said to me. On the brink of orgasm she was desperate to come and there wasn’t a shred of dishonesty in her eyes.
Sid was on the line with me, taking in everything I told him.
The end result was pretty cut and dry. The attack on the prospects was simple retaliation on the MC for busting up a few games and taking the cash. One thing was for sure - Sid didn’t give up money. We would fight this out.
The key now was to deal with Ava and her father.
I leaned against the railing, feeling the sun peeling against my face.
“Prez, she’s given me the truth,” I said.
“You fucked it out of her?” he asked.
“Something like that. I hate to say this, but I believe her. This isn’t a pussy thing, Prez. From the second I saw her at the store I could tell she was terrified. She works the games, okay? She’s seen everything. The people. The drugs. The prostitution. She was front row and center. Her old man is somehow tied into it. Forced into it. Beyond the store, if you ask me.”
“Then we get him next,” Sid said.
“Kill him?”
“Depends on what he gives us.”
“Shit,” I said.
“Hey,” Sid said, “all this aside, it’s about the club, right?”
“Of course. I barely know Ava. What the fuck do I care?”
This thing was… I did care. I felt connected to her.
“Hold up, Jace, I have to take a call,” Sid said. “I’ll get back to you in a few minutes. This is something important. I want you to stay put with the daughter. Keep her there and keep her talking. We’ll figure this out soon enough.”
Before I could say goodbye, the call went dead.
I felt like throwing my phone into the thick brush at the end of the yard.
This thing was getting deeper and I had a feeling we weren’t done yet.
Ava was scared. Her father was losing control. And someone wanted her, him, and guys in the MC dead. It was all twisted up.
I turned and grabbed the backdoor to go back inside.
There was only one thing I could think of doing to calm myself down.
Ava owed me one… and I was going to cash in right now…
She still had the fucking towel on when I opened the bedroom door. I tossed the phone to the dresser and shut the door.
“Still in the towel?” I asked.
“I never got a shower.”
“You’re pretty bold for being a stranger.”
“I don’t think we’re strangers anymore, Jace.”
“Yeah, right.” I stepped toward her with bad intentions in my heart, head, and eyes. My cock was already throbbing, slithering down my jeans.
“I’m in a towel in your room,” Ava said. “For some reason I have complete trust in you. Ask me anything… I have nothing to hide. I wasn’t lying before when you accused me.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “This thing could get ugly and fast. I hope you’re ready for that.”
“Just as long you promise to protect me.”
“You feel like you’re in danger?”
“Yes.”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Ava shook her head. “No. Uncle Frank… Frank… whatever… he’s dangerous. I remember him trying to touch me and he would always say things to me. Even last week he tried to do something to me and threw me to the floor.”
“Shit, sweetie, okay.”
“And my father made it very clear I needed protection,” she said. “He sent me here. He demanded I get in with the outlaws.”
I gritted my teeth.
Was her old man trying to use her to get to the MC? Was he planning an attack or something?
I studied Ava, looking for any hint of lying.
I had nothing from her though.
Slowly, I put my hand to her face. My thumb stroked her cheek. I eased down to her lips, tracing her top lip.
“Anything you want to know about me, sweetie?” I asked.
“Do I have to get it out of you?” she asked.
“You could try…”
Ava touched my leg with her hand. The swell in my jeans became uncomfortable. She leaned forward and then moved off the bed. She dropped to her knees before me, still wearing that damn towel. With both hands touching my jeans she looked up at me.
“Are you a criminal?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said. “I steal. I hurt people. I don’t give a shit either. Does that scare you?”
“A little.”
“As long as you don’t fuck with me I won’t hurt you.”
Her hands moved toward my zipper. Her right hand moved over the thick mound of my cock inside my jeans. I felt my cock throb, leaking some pre-cum on my leg. Her fingers grabbed my zipper.
“Have you been arrested?” she asked.
I laughed. “Plenty of times.”
“For what?”
“What didn’t I get arrested for?” I asked. “I’m an outlaw, sweetie. Either get it or don’t. I do what I want, when I want.”
“What about right now?” Ava teased at me.
Poor thing… she didn’t realize I already had this planned out.
I stepped back and moved her hands out of the way. I opened my jeans and inched them down a little. I shoved my hand into my pants and gave no worries about pulling my dick out for Ava to see and enjoy. Hell, I knew my dick was amazing. I’d known for years. So letting that thing flop in front of her face brought me happiness.
I was half hard, waiting for her to finish the entire job.
“Holy shit,” Ava whispered.
“Exactly,” I said with a grin. “Now, earn your time here, sweetie. I want to see what that mouth can do.”
She looked shocked. Her face was bright red. I guess nobody ever spoke to her like that before. It took big balls and the heart of an outlaw to speak the way I did. I had nothing to lose, everything to gain, and worst case, I’d end up shooting whiskey with the reaper. Fuck it.
I grabbed the thick root of my cock and jerked myself.
“Come on, sweetie,” I said.
Ava reached up for my cock like she’d never touched one before. Her fingertips grazed the full head of my dick and then she touched under my shaft. My veins were throbbing, bringing more blood, making me longer and thicker by the second. She gripped under my shaft and held me.
“Oh, fuck, Jace,” she whispered.
“What else do you want to know about me?” I asked with a sly smile.
“I want to know what your cum tastes like,” Ava said.
I had to hand it to her. It took a lot for me to feel jaw dropped… but she achieved it.
It took a few seconds to gain some words back, but by then her lips were already touching my dick.
She opened her mouth, welcoming me inside, going right for the kill. I took my hand off the root of my cock and Ava put her hand there. She was already gently pumping at me as her lips slid down inch by inch, going to the back of her mouth.
God-fucking-damn.
She closed her mouth tight and pulled back, letting her teeth ever-so-softly graze the hard skin of my rod. My balls were already bouncing, ready to pump her sweet mouth full of my cum.
Ava took her mouth completely off my cock and then looked up at me. Her eyes were on fire. There was a wild side to this beauty and I was getting a first hand experience with it.
Sh
e slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.
“Easy, sweetie, I’m already half cocked,” I said.
“That’s good,” she said. “I want all the cock.”
Again, with that mouth…
She returned to my dick and started to suck even harder, now adding speed. Rocking herself back and forth, groaning each time her lips moved over the round ridge at the head of my cock. Fuck, each time she did that I felt myself stiffening everywhere in my body, ready to go.
She matched the speed of her hand and mouth together.
I reached down and slid my hands around her slender shoulders. Her skin was soft and warm. She was like a fresh flower, waiting for the sun. And I was a bolt of lightning ready to destroy anything in my path.
It felt so fucking good.
I groaned when she took me to the back of her throat again. She stayed there, sucking and growling, sending a vibration through my shaft that broke open the dam.
There was no stopping it now.
I grabbed her shoulders tighter and worked her back and forth. I started to thrust at her, fucking her mouth the way I had thought about it from the moment I met her.
I sucked in a breath and suppressed a deep growl, fighting to hold back for just a few more seconds.
Ava’s mouth slid up and back on my shaft, faster than ever. She groaned over and over, her eyes looking up at mine.
“Fuck, sweetie,” I managed to say. “Be ready…”
That was the only warning I could give her.
I thrust forward, pounding deep into her mouth. I hissed as the rush twisted my balls and was sent through my entire shaft. My dick squirted the first cum into the back of Ava’s throat. She pulled back, swallowing with my dick still in her mouth. Her hand pumped at my root, spilling more and more cum into her mouth. I felt it splattering against her tongue, rolling to the back of her mouth.
Ava stayed right with me as I moved her by her shoulders. Easing her up and back on my shaft, sucking every last drop out of me. Even after I was done, I wasn’t letting her go. I bent my knees and growled again. Her lips were a perfect match to my dick. Her tongue gently moved left to right at the bottom of my shaft as I started to lose my hardness. I was still softly oozing cum for her to enjoy.
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