Fighting Friction: (Playing it Safe Series Book Two) Page 10

  “I don’t remember her name! The naked girl on her knees for you.”

  “You’re jealous.”

  It’s an observation, not a question.

  Jaycee’s mad as hell because of what she saw Kendra do. “There’s no reason to be. If you were watching, you saw she approached me. I didn’t take what she was offering. That should be obvious though since I’m standing here…with you.”

  “I’m not jealous. In fact, I don’t care what you do.”

  “Come with me. We’ll talk about everything else you saw.”

  “Where are you taking me?”

  I can’t hold the chuckle. “It has nothing to do with the club or anything that goes on down here. I have an apartment upstairs.”

  The ride up inside the elevator is a little unsettling for her, but it’s amusing as hell for me. She’s an equal combination of jealous and turned on from everything she’s seen tonight.

  “You call this an apartment? It’s bigger than the house where I used live.” Jaycee’s eyes wander around the room. The living room and kitchen are one big room with a bar separating the two.

  “Talk to me, Jaycee.”

  “Why were you doing that with the guy, Grant? Are you…? Do you…?”

  “No. Jonas is a member of the club, recommended by a long-time friend of mine, another club member. It turns out Jonas doesn’t have enough D/s training. He used one of the private rooms a few weeks ago and things didn’t go as they should have. His submissive used her safe word and left the room hurt and upset. Jonas didn’t intend to hurt her; he didn’t have the proper training with using whips. He had the choice, he could either relinquish his membership, or he could accept corporal punishment and enroll himself into a mentorship program to make sure he gets the training he needs.”

  We stand halfway between the kitchen and living room while I explain the situation. Though it’s calmed down a little, my half hard cock isn’t satisfied. The dress she’s wearing is enough to bring a man to his knees, especially since it’s the first time I’ve seen her dressed this way, and also because it’s Jaycee.

  “Say something, Jaycee. You’re being too quiet.”

  “I…well, I guess I understand…a little, but that wasn’t my question. I meant do you like…men?

  Fuck, she’s cute.

  “Turn around and face the wall. I think I’d rather show you the answer to that ridiculous question.”

  Something between a whimper and a groan slips out, and her full lips beg me to kiss her. Her eyes grow big, watching me close in on her. She takes a few steps until I have her against the wall.

  “You like it when I tell you what to do. You listen every time. Turn around, baby.”

  She turns around and faces the wall. It’s the first time I’ve gotten a good look at the dreamcatcher tattooed on her back. The ink on her skin is sexy as hell. She shivers when I graze my hand over it. Underneath her tattoos, I see scars. Permanent marks I know are because of Phoenix. It makes me angry as fuck they did this to her.

  I push her hair over one shoulder to the front to expose the back of her neck.

  “Ah! Grant!” She calls out, surprised when she feels my lips. There isn’t a lot of material to the little dress she’s wearing, but the damn thing is in my way.

  “Tell me why seeing Kendra near me upsets you so, Jaycee? Why did that make you jealous?”

  I move my lips down the side of her neck, nipping lightly as I go. I use one hand to slide her dress down one arm, and then the other. The spandex-like material stretches so I can move the sleeves down just enough to trap both arms in front of her.

  “I…I’m not jealous. She…she practically attacked me that night when I ran from the club. She seems to think you belong to her. Kendra warned me to stay away from you.”

  I thrust against her ass because I want her to feel what she’s doing. I grind my hard cock against her. “Does this feel like I want you to stay away from me? I want you so fucking bad. It’s all I can think about now. I’ve thought about it for days.”

  “Grant…I…I’ve thought about it too, but…I’m not ready. What if I’m never ready?”

  “All you need to do is tell me to stop if it’s too much for you to handle, baby.”

  I gather her dress in both hands and push it up slowly. When I see her beautiful round cheeks, I nearly come in my pants. I push her dress until it’s around her waist. “You didn’t wear panties, Jaycee? Fuck. Did you do this for me, sugar?”

  “No, the dress…”

  She stops talking when I slip my hand between her legs. First, I cup her scorching pussy in my palm and then I slide my middle finger through her slit. “Mm, you’re so damn wet, baby. Please tell me you want to come. I can’t wait to feel you let go for me.”

  “It’s been a long time.”

  I drop to my knees behind her.

  “Grant, I don’t think I’m ready for what you have in mind.”

  “If you want me to stop, that’s all you need to tell me. I won’t force anything you don’t want, but please, just give it a chance. All I want to do is make you feel good.”

  She looks back and down into my eyes. “But, what about you?”

  I chuckle a little at her concern. “Baby, I’ve been taking care of myself since the night you walked into The Grind, I’m sure another night jerking off in the shower won’t kill me.”

  Jaycee turns around and leans her back against the wall, her beautiful pussy stares at my face, groomed with just a strip of dark hair. “Really? You’ve thought about me that often?”

  “Yes, Jaycee, and right now I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll taste.”

  I grip one knee and lift her leg over my shoulder. I lean forward and glide my tongue through her pussy and swirl the tip around her clit a few times. Her legs shake and she reaches out with both hands and grips my head. “Grant, I can’t…please…”

  I flick her clit a few more times and then I stand. I brush her wild hair away from her glowing face and kiss her. She threads her fingers through my hair and returns the kisses with equal passion.

  “Let me take you to my bedroom and get you out of this dress. I want to worship your body, Jaycee. I want to make you feel how damn beautiful and sexy you are.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jaycee

  I’m dazed and speechless as Grant leads me to his bedroom, and I’m scared. My body is waking up for the first time in months, hell, years. I want everything he promises, but I don’t like that he’s willing to suffer because he doesn’t think I can handle having sex with him.

  “Grant…I…”

  I reach down and take the bottom of my dress and strip it over my head. Since I can’t find the words to tell him, I’ll show him I want this with him.

  “What do you want, Jaycee? Let’s use words so we’re clear.”

  “I…if you’re going to make me feel good, you should too.”

  He kicks his shoes off, but otherwise, stays dressed and goes to sit on the side of the king size bed. “Come to me.”

  I like the tone he uses, maybe a little too much.

  “Do you know what it means to be submissive?”

  “You mean a sex slave?”

  “No! Well, it could be, but no, that’s not what I mean. You respond when I take control and tell you what to do. For some people, that’s true in every aspect of their lives. You’re spunky as hell and take control everywhere else, but in the bedroom, I think you like to hand the responsibility over to someone else. Maybe you haven’t had the opportunity to explore that yet?”

  That I’m bare-ass naked, standing in front of him, and that he’s able to carry on a conversation tells me exactly how much control he has. He pulls me to stand between his jean-clad legs. The rough denim rubbing against the sides of my legs sends a zap of electricity straight to my swollen clit.

  I grip his t-shirt. He smirks but still lifts his arms so I can pull it off and toss it to the floor. I lay my hand flat against his chest, amazed how small m
y hand looks compared to his size. I brush my thumb across his nipple, causing him to groan out loud.

  He reaches a hand up and cups my neck as he grips my waist with the other. In a split second, he flips us onto the bed and hovers over me. I spread my legs, so he fits perfectly against me. The roughness of his pants against my pussy creates perfect friction.

  He claims my mouth greedily with his and mates his tongue with mine. When his thumb grazes my nipple, I thrust my center against him. An orgasm never came so easy before, but I’m only seconds away from exploding. “Grant, please, please, I want you.”

  He moves down my body and takes my nipple between his teeth. He nips and then rolls his tongue over the tight bud while he kneads the other breast. He lets go with a pop and trails kisses down my stomach. He slides his body further down the bed. He takes both knees and raises my legs high and spreads them wide.

  My body trembles and I grip the sheets to hold on for what I know he’ll do. He lays his tongue flat against my pussy and licks a path from my opening to the top. I’m a little nervous about how I’ll respond when Grant takes his clothes off and puts his dick inside me, but I shove those thoughts away instantly when he pushes a finger inside me. I grind my hips against him, needing more of everything he’s giving me.

  “You’re so tight and wet, baby. Do you have any idea how bad I want you right now? I can’t wait to feel your tight walls close in around my cock when I thrust inside your pussy.”

  I raise myself up on my elbows so I can have a better look at him. He’s looking at my sex and watches as his finger slides in and out. He raises his head, his dark hair mussed up from my hands a moment ago. He hits that one spot with his finger repeatedly that nearly sends me over the edge. Our eyes connect as he adds a second finger, stretching me even more.

  I fall back to the bed. Everything is so intense, I can barely stand it. Grant chuckles softly as he often does. “That’s it, baby girl. Relax and let it happen.” He speeds his assault up and fucks me rapidly with his fingers.

  Without thinking, or giving a damn, I reach for him. I thread my fingers through his hair and guide his face forward.

  He sucks my clit between his lips and twirls his tongue just right. “Oh, shit, Grant! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  The orgasm goes on for minutes, or maybe only seconds. I can’t really tell. He plays my pussy perfectly with his tongue and his fingers to drain every drop of pleasure from me.

  I’m spent…and relaxed…and a little embarrassed. I lost control for the first time in…months…in…ever.

  He lightly kisses my inner thighs on each side and trails a lazy path of nips and kisses back up my body until he’s looking into my eyes.

  “You just wrecked me, Jaycee Jennings. That was the sexiest and most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” I expect him to take my lips, but I get a gentle kiss to my forehead instead.

  “What about you? Don’t you want…need…?”

  He uses his thumb to brush a piece of hair away that’s stuck to the side of my face. “Let’s go slow, okay? I know you think you’re ready, and I have no doubt you can handle it, but when I make love to you, I want it to be perfect. Tonight’s already been perfect. I won’t say no to you helping me out in the shower, but let’s save the rest for later.”

  “Make love? Doesn’t that mean? I don’t know. I never took you for a man who makes love, I guess.”

  “I don’t, Jaycee. I…Hell, baby, if you don’t want me to love you then you probably need to hit the door running, because I can tell you right now, you’ve already worked your way in here.” He lays my left hand over his heart.

  He’s falling in love with me. Me?

  I always assumed David was right; no other man would ever love me. I want to believe Grant. But, is it even fair? After everything I’ve been through, I know I’m incapable of loving anyone. Sure, I had an orgasm. I didn’t think I could do that either. Is it possible I could love someone again too?

  “What if I…What if I can’t love you back, Grant? I’m damaged. Too much has happened.”

  “Let’s take it one day at a time.”

  “I know I need to take things slow, no matter what, but I don’t want to leave you hanging. I want to try with you, Grant.”

  He rolls to his back and reaches down to pop the button on his jeans and then lowers the zipper. He lifts his ass a few inches off the bed and slides his jeans and boxers down, almost to his knees.

  He grips himself in his hand and strokes the long length a few times and then smooths the drops of pre-cum around the tip.

  “Climb up on me, Jaycee.”

  He uses that tone again, the one where I couldn’t deny his request even if I tried.

  I get on my knees beside him. I place my hands flat against his hard chest and slide one leg over so I’m straddling him. I move back until I’m lined up to where he can enter me, but he doesn’t do that. He lets go of his cock and strums his fingers back and forth, separating my folds. He thrusts two fingers inside and presses his thumb against my clit. I whimper when I feel my need build up again. I rock against his hand.

  “Like this, baby.” He removes his hand and guides me to sit against his hard cock. He holds my hips tightly and moves me back and forth over him. We watch together as my wet pussy glides back and forth over his cock. My juices leave his hard shaft glistening with every pass. I shift just a little to give my clit the contact it needs.

  “You’re going to make me come again, Grant.”

  Grant makes a growling sound and pulls me down so my tits press against his chest. His chest hair tickles my nipples, setting off fireworks between my legs. He wraps his arms tight around me and takes over. He thrusts his cock against my pussy even harder. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

  It isn’t as intense as the first one, but equally satisfying. I grind my pussy against his cock to ride out the pleasure. Grant throws his head back, his lips quiver slightly. “Ah, fuck, Jaycee!” He jerks against me, and I feel his sticky essence jet out between us, covering both our stomachs.

  He doesn’t enjoy his bliss for long before he’s fussing over me, making sure what’s happened triggered nothing unpleasant. “You okay, baby? That didn’t, it wasn’t…too much?”

  “I…No. It wasn’t. I’m…sticky.”

  I giggle. Giggle. I can’t remember the last time I’ve let my guard down enough to feel this…this happiness?

  “Oh, my beautiful, Jaycee. You’re waking up in there, and I’m so fucking glad I get to be the one who sees it. I lo…I’d love it if you’d take a shower with me. Let’s get this sticky stuff washed away, huh?” He tickles my side to make a few more happy giggly sounds escape.

  Did Grant almost tell me he loves me? I’m sure that isn’t what he almost said, but it sure sounds like those were the words he almost let slip.

  Chapter Twenty

  Grant

  “How about we switch it up a bit and stay at my place next week?”

  Jaycee’s on the couch reading a book while I sit at the desk and work. I want to stop what I’m doing and focus on her, but these cases don’t solve themselves. I’m just lucky I can stay inside today and work from a computer.

  She’s left the bulky clothes off today, dressed in lounge shorts and a t-shirt. Seeing her a few feet away, her long legs stretched out, relaxed, I’m having a hard time concentrating on the work I must finish.

  I slide back in my chair, clasp my fingers over my head and look at her.

  “Jaycee. Are you even listening to me, baby?”

  “Hum?” She glances up from the book. “You said something?”

  “Yeah.”

  I get up and go stand over her. She looks up at me sheepishly and lays the book beside her. In one swift motion, I bend down and quickly flip her to her stomach. She squeals and wiggles her sexy little ass. “Grant! What are you doing?”

  I grip her thin shorts and yank them and her panties down, exposing her round ass. “I’m going to spank your ass, so then maybe next tim
e you’ll listen when I’m talking to you.”

  I knead her cheeks with both hands, spreading them, giving myself the perfect view of her tight little cunt. I slap one side lightly and then knead the sting away.

  “Do you like this, sweetheart? Your pussy is already dripping. Is this for me, or the guy in your book?” She doesn’t answer me, so I slap each side once more. “Answer me, Jaycee. Tell me what I want to hear, then maybe I’ll help you relieve the ache.” I slide my finger through her wet folds and circle her clit a time or two.

  “Ah, god, you! I’m wet for you!”

  “Good. Now, get on with your reading. Maybe you’ll have it finished before bedtime.”

  It’s been almost a week since I had Jaycee in my apartment at the club. Things have carried on as they did before anything happened between us. Nothing is awkward or uncomfortable, but I’m tired of going to the guest room every night to sleep when I know she’s just a few doors down the hall.

  I tug her shorts and panties back into place. She rolls over to her back and looks up at me. “You’re an asshole. Do you know that?”

  “Let me sleep in your bed tonight.”

  “I don’t know when I’ll be home tonight.”

  This is the first I’ve heard about this. “You didn’t tell me you had plans tonight.”

  “I’ve been on my own for a long time, Grant. I don’t make it a habit to ask for anyone’s permission before I do something.”

  “Jaycee!”

  My phone rings. If it were anybody else, I’d ignore the call, but Emily rarely calls, so it must be important.

  “Emily. What’s up?”

  “Ahem, I’m sorry, bro, it’s Lucas. Emily wants you to come by the house tonight.”

  I can’t think of a single time I’ve got a call like this unless something’s wrong.

  “Lucas, is Emily alright? It seems odd you’d be calling from her phone.”

  “Listen G, it’s not something we want to get into over the phone. She wants you and Jon to come by tonight. That’s all I can tell you right now.”

  The phone goes dead before I tell Lucas he damn well better tell me what’s going on with Emily. I don’t have time to worry about where Jaycee’s going. I need to focus on finding out what the hell’s going on with my sister.