Trusting Jay: (A Chicago Suits Romance) (Loving Jay Book 1) (14 page)

“
L
isten
, hear me out.”

“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head.

He put his hand on the side of my head and pushed it tight against his chest, immobilizing it.  My heart thumped madly, and I needed escape.

“I can’t lose you Abbie, I did something stupid, and I can’t lose you for that.  I love you.”

My caved chest exploded outwards.  He loves me?  Matt hadn’t told me he loved me until we’d been living together a year.  And even after that, I can remember each time he said it, so infrequent did those words pass his lips.  I let the feeling wash over me, into every dark, long forgotten crevice.

He kissed the top of my head and said, “I have a lot of money and women use me for it.  Take advantage of me.  They never want me for me.  With you, I knew right away you were special, someone I could see myself being with forever.  I didn’t want the money to get in the way of us.”

“Rich,” I said, my voice inaudible. I wanted to say ‘forever’ but I couldn’t get the word out. Jay. Forever. No secrets.  He was only hiding his wealth from me.  Because it’s hurt him before.  Women have hurt him before.  It made perfect sense.  Obviously he was going to tell me when he knew I wasn’t a gold digger.  Even Jenny would approve.  I leaned into him.  “I don’t hate you for that.”

“Good.”  He stroked my back, sending my heart racing.  We stayed like that, quiet and close together.  I wanted the moment to go on forever.  But Jenny’s voice screamed in my head.

“But why did we have to stop contact?”  I asked.

“Someone was trying to blackmail me,”

“Who, like your wife?  Oh my god, are you married?”  I’d lost the control over my voice.

“No.  Definitely not married.  Just a business associate trying to claim my personal life is interfering in a business deal.”

I pulled back to look at his face.  His jaw had softened, and he looked spent.  Like he had survived an interrogation and was ready to face his fate.  I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, giving him all the passion I had earlier denied him.

H
e trailed
kisses from my lips to my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he said in my ear, his voice a whisper and continued his trail of kisses down my neck.

Jay pushed me down, so I was lying on the bed with my legs hanging off it.  He straddled me, trapping me.  His hands palmed my tits through my clothing.  I wanted to take my top off, to give him unrestrained access to me, but couldn’t free my arms from his legs.

He stood, and I remained motionless on the bed, watching him, trying to anticipate what he would do next.  He pulled his shirt over his head.  His muscles looked even more contoured in the room’s shadows.  He undid his jeans but left them on, and kneeled on the floor.

Jay licked and nipped his way up both my legs.  His rough hands followed, caressing and grabbing at my skin.  When he reached my skirt, he pushed it up, bunching it around my pelvis.  My pussy dripped, longing for his touch, and of being pounded by his cock.

His fingers brushed against my lips, separated by my panties, sending my pussy into overtime.

He stood and said, “Put your hands above your head.”

I complied, not taking my eyes off him.  He leaned over, and ripped open my blouse, sending the buttons flying.  He grabbed my bra cup in one hand, and the strap in the other then pulled them apart.  Then repeated the action on the other cup. He flipped my bra down, exposing my tits.

Jay grabbed them, treating them much kinder than he had my bra.  My nipples hardened under his touch, and my pussy welled.  I tried to roll up, to kiss him and touch his body but he pushed me back into place.

“I said put your hands above your head.”  There was no malice in his voice, only firmness.  I laid my arms on the bed above me, expecting things to go the way they had at the lake.  I waited.

Jay walked around the corner and flicked on the harsh overhead lights.  Blinded by the sudden light, my eyes shut.  When I opened them, Jay was standing at the end of the bed surveying me.  His eyes raked my body from top to bottom and then bottom to top, sending shivers down my spine.

He took off his jeans and boxers.  Naked, he rubbed his cock a few times, until it stood hard in front of his belly.  My thighs clenched at the sight of his perfect body and massive cock.  I wished he’d hurry up and rip off my skirt and panties and fuck me.

* * *

I
nstead he climbed
on the bed and straddled me again, higher this time. His balls hovered over my mouth.

“Open.”

I relaxed my jaw and allowed my mouth to open wide.  I pushed my tongue out from my mouth, relished the contact I found with his balls.  Jay went up on his knees, pulling himself from the reach of my tongue.  I moaned in disappointment.

He looked down at me with an arched eyebrow.  I blushed, embarrassed at my position.  But he stared into my eyes and angled his cock down.  As soon as the tip was near enough, I latched on.  My lips formed a tight seal around it and sucked the head into my mouth.

“Now you can move your hands.”

With them hooked around his thighs, I clasped his shaft with one hand and his balls in the other.  My tongue licked side to side, and I suppressed my gag reflex and sucked as much of his cock into me as possible.

The walls of my pussy dripped in readiness.  I pulsated my hips.  Here I was in a hotel with my boyfriend who’d turned out to be rich.  The desire for him burned throughout me, and he was in total control of me.  I was powerless to resist him.

Jay pushed my hands down and moved off of me.  Leaving me once again waiting.

Beside me, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek, my neck, down to my breasts.  He flipped his hand over and brushed his fingertips around my nipples until they poked into him.  I flared my ribcage, trying to gain more from him.  With more pressure, his hand moved down over my belly.

When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he slipped a finger of each hand between it and my skin.  His fingers moved around until they were at the zipper under my backside.  With ease, he lifted my hips and unzipped my skirt.  He stood at the end of the bed where my legs were still dangling off, and pulled off my skirt and panties.

His eyes moved from my exposed pussy, up my front and to my eyes, locking them with mine.

“I want to make you scream, Beautiful.”

My insides prickled.  His voice, smooth as always, electrified me.  Especially when he called me that.  In my position, I was powerless to do anything but wait.  It seemed I was always waiting for him.  For his text, his presence, his cock.  His explanation.  But my god was he worth the wait.

He knelt on the floor between my legs, and a hand on the inside of each of my thighs.  I relaxed back into the bed and closed my eyes.  His tongue slid up and down my wet slit, darting into my hole at one end and pressing on my clit at the other. 

Jay kissed around my mound and nibbled my thighs.  My pussy wanted him back, but he kept at my thighs.  I tilted my pelvis and moaned loudly, urging his back to my pussy.  He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.  Harder and stronger he sucked until I thought he might detach it from my body and swallow it.

I screamed at the joy ripping through my body.  As I screamed, he pushed his fingers into my hole and pressed against my front wall.  I climaxed at the touch, but he didn’t stop.  And neither did my orgasm. 

Somehow he was maintaining it, keeping me high.  My heart pounding and my breathing shallow, I screamed more.  And more.  So loud, the people in the next room would hear it.  Hell, half the city probably heard it.  I didn’t care.  I had never, ever, ever experienced this before.

* * *

H
is fingers kept at me
, pushing and stimulating my front wall.  I could feel a welling in my belly, something building more even as I was plateauing in orgasm.  Then I burst.  All over him, over his face.  I flooded him with more ecstasy than I had ever known.

Jay released me as my entire body quivered and shook.  The orgasm finally subsided, and I opened my eyes.  Jay was once again standing and reached for my hands.  He pulled me to my feet, my legs wobbling and my mind in an endorphin induced daze.

Our mouths connected, him digging into me with pleasure, me reacting.  He slid my shirt off and undid my bra, letting them both drop to the floor at our feet.  His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass.  I pressed into him, relishing the full contact of his skin against mine.  He backed me up against the window, the glass cool on my skin.

His mouth moved from mine to my neck to my shoulders.  He gripped my shoulders and spun me around until I was facing the city.  The contact with the cold glass made my nipples tingle and contract.  He pushed me further into the window, my tits smushed between it and my ribs.  My face turned sideways, my cheek pressed into the glass.

His hard cock poked into me and shuffled my legs apart.  His fingers spread my lips.  I swallowed as he placed his tip at my entrance and gasped when he rammed it into me.

“I want everyone to see how beautiful the woman I’m fucking is.”

Fuck, we were only on the third floor with the blinding lights on.  People could see us.  See me.

“We can’t.  They can see us.” 

“That’s the point.”   He thrust into me, my wet pussy awake again wanting more.  I gasped.  I was on display.  Anyone who looked up would see me.  The thought made my heart pound, made my head want to run away and hide.  But more than anything, it made my pussy gush.

I couldn’t move if I wanted to anyway, Jay had me pinned.  He rolled his hips into me, his cock seeming to move deeper each time.  Reaching and filling parts of me I never knew existed.  I built and built and sensed I was about to tip once more.

My eyes shifted from Jay to the city.  I noticed a small group of people looking up.  Pointing straight at me.  Instead of the horror, it sent me slamming down into his cock, riding it.  Digging it deeper into me.  And I burst.  A loud noise flew from my throat, a mix of a scream and a high-pitched moan.

Jay gripped my ribcage and pushed deep into me.  His own groan escaped him as he filled me with his cum.

Suddenly self-conscious, I pushed away from the window and he let me move.  We both laid on the bed, recovering.  My body was quivering so much I wondered if I’d ever be able to walk again.

I snuggled tight against Jay, and he rolled onto his side to spoon me.  I clasped his hand in mine, thinking I could do this forever.  Stay in this hotel room with him, cuddling and fucking and talking.  There was nothing more life could give me. The emotions that flooded me whenever I was with this man were all consuming.  It was nothing I’d ever experienced and I didn’t want to let it end.

He pulled the duvet over us and tenderly kissed the back of my neck. 

“I’m going to keep you in this bed all weekend,” he said.

“Fine by me,” I said, my heart swelling.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, content that everything was right in the world.  My life has never been this good.  My career was finally going somewhere, my money problems were gone, and I had the best boyfriend imaginable.

T
he ringing
of my phone woke me.  I didn’t even open my eyes, it would go to voicemail.  Except it rang again.  And again.  Jay was still asleep, his arm around me, so I slipped out of bed being careful not to wake him.

I picked up my phone.  It was Jenny.  Shit.  I’d forgotten to text.  She must be worried sick.  I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

“Hi,” I said.

“You’re okay?”  Her voice was frantic, and guilt filled me.

“I’m  sorry I didn’t text.  We got, distracted.”

“What did he say was going on with Calvin?”

“He didn’t know anything about Calvin.  But he told me everything.”

“What?”

“Well, he's rich.  Really rich, which explains the three grand he spent on a corset.  He didn’t tell me because he wanted to make sure I was interested in him and not his money.”  My voice rushed the words, but I kept it low to avoid waking Jay.

“Get out.”

“Yes!  And it makes sense.”  As I said the words, another thought hit me, but I knew better than to bring it up with Jenny.

“Oh Sweetie, I’m so happy for you.  Calvin must just have been talking drunk shit.”

“I think so.  I have to go, night.”

I hung up and crawled back into bed, taking my place beside Jay and pulling his arm around me.  My mind churned but his closeness comforted me.  Still, my whirring mind kept me from falling back asleep and my restlessness woke him.

* * *

“
W
hat’s wrong
?  Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Nothing.”

He nudged me and said, “Tell me, I don’t want you to keep any secrets from me.”

“So you’re rich,” I said, my voice hesitant.

“Afraid so.”

“But there’s nothing else?” 

“Afraid not.”

“But then why couldn’t I take your picture?”

Jay inhaled.  My eyes searched the darkness, waiting for his response.

“I hate having my photo taken.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes, I always have.  I’m camera shy.  Or I guess insecure about my looks.”

“There is no way you are insecure about your looks, have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“Yeah, but you know what it’s like, what I see and what you see are different things.”  I thought only women were like that.

“I don’t believe it, you are so incredible looking.  You must have girls falling all over you.”  

“Yeah, but they just want my money, not me.”

I bumped my butt into him, laughing.  “I don’t think the money it what they’re after, they want a piece of your ass.”

“Whatever.  Go to sleep.  Tomorrow we’re not going to leave this room, we’ll get room service and I’m going to fuck you the whole day long.”  I laughed, but he quieted.  I closed my eyes to sleep, thinking about all the things he would do to me in the morning.

* * *

A
gentle rocking woke me
.  I was groggy and wasn't sure sure how long I’d been asleep but remembered having a sexy dream.  Jay’s cock was inside of me, methodically moving in and out as he cupped my breast.  The realization made me tingle and I let out a soft moan of approval.

I twisted my head, aching for his lips.  In one smooth action, he had slid out of me, rolled me onto my back and ended up on top of me.  He leaned down and with a closed mouth kissed my lips.  In my state somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness, the softness of his lips intoxicated me and I floated into bliss.

Jay slid into me without breaking our kiss.  His slow movement kept me in my drugged state, my body responded with a strange mix of excitement and sedation.  My hips soon fell into his rhythm, and my insides lazily built and climbed until I was coming.  Mellow waves pulsed through my body.  With a quiet grunt, he pushed into me, releasing his seed into me.

 I wanted him to lay on me, to sleep inside of me.  To keep the connection between us.  Never fully awake anyway, my eyes closed, and I began to drift back to sleep.  He left me, and I was vaguely aware of him lying beside me before I fell into a deep slumber.

* * *

T
he sound
of Jay’s voice woke me in the morning.  I opened my eyes but couldn’t see him.  He must be ordering room service for breakfast.  Except he sounded angry.  I reached for the remote and flicked the television on, searching for something that wasn’t the news or a cartoon.

“Fine,” he said coming around the corner and putting his phone in his pocket.

“I thought we weren’t getting dressed today.”

He came along my side of the bed and kissed my forehead.  I latched my arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.  He tasted minty fresh and must have already showered.

I wanted to drag him into bed with me and undress him.  But he pulled back and stood looking down at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, puzzled.

“Something's come up and I can’t stay.”

“Huh?”

“I want to stay, trust me, it’s just business, I have to go.”

“Oh.  Okay.”  I tried to suppress my disappointment, I guess people don’t get rich working nine to five.  If business comes up on a weekend, he has to go.

“I brought that disposable cellphone, I put it in your purse so you wouldn’t forget it this time.”

“Does that mean you’re not coming back to the hotel?”

“Yeah, but the bill’s settled, so take as long as you want here.”  My heart sank.

“Will I ever be able to have a normal relationship with you again?”

“Yes.  I promise.  It should all be sorted out this week.”

“Can you pass me my keys and wallet?” he said, gesturing to his bedside table.

“Sure.”  I wiggled my body over the bed and picked them up.

Bentley key fob. Wow, he wasn’t kidding about being rich.  I’d lifted his wallet halfway to Jay, when it occurred to me, his driver’s license photo.  Those are the worst pictures anyone can take, if  I made him see the beauty in it, he might understand how gorgeous he is.  I snapped the wallet back to me and began to open it.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, snatching the wallet from my hand.

“I wanted to see your license photo,” I protested.

“No.  I’ll text you.”

Dumbfounded, I watched as he turned and walked away.  The hotel room door opened and clicked shut behind him.  Though no one was there to see my protest, I flopped my body over, facing away from the direction of the entrance way and sulked.

I couldn’t decide if his departure was a reflection of me or not.  Why the sudden change in plans?  And I couldn’t shake the warning bells over the whole non-contact, disposal phone thing.  What did our relationship have to do with a business deal?

The need to pee finally won out over my reluctance to leave my bed, and I left the comfort behind.  Once up I wanted out of that room as fast as possible. 

I threw on my clothes from the night before, leaving my ripped bra where it had landed when Jay had taken it off me, and hurried home.