Chapter 29

I’d never actually set foot on Cedar Street before. In fact, I didn’t think I even driven down it. It wasn’t exactly the desirable part of town. I kind of wished I’d splurged on a cab. Instead I strained my neck from my seat on the bus, scanning the stores and panicking I’d miss the bar and would end up having to walk any distance in this neighborhood.

A grimy beige sign came into view, “O’Sullivan’s.” It looked like it dated back to the fifties. It was amazing the place had stayed in business all these years.

My hands connected with the wooden door, it was just as grimy looking as the sign and sticky under my touch. Inside was dim. Dark even. I’d left all the afternoon daylight outside. I squinted, my eyesight struggling to adjust.

Already on edge, I flinched when my arm was grabbed, my heart leaping into my throat.

“Abbie, I’m glad you came,” Jay said.

“Jeez, you scared me.”

“I’m sitting over here.” He guided me around a corner to a booth, with two Buds sitting on the table. The place was almost empty and smelled of old beer.

I sat, trying to touch as few surfaces as possible. I looked at him, puzzled, as he slid into the booth beside me and I shuffled along to make more room for him. Already the heat of his body was spilling into mine, and I was desperate to feel his arms around me.

Jay was wearing a T-shirt that exposed his biceps, and I clutched onto his arm, trying to calm myself. He seemed at ease. Maybe this was his neighborhood? I waited for him to start explaining, but instead he reached for his beer.

“What gives?” I asked.

Jay sucked on the lip of his bottle before sighing. He turned to me and said, “I don’t know how to explain. In a way that won’t upset you.”

“Too late. I’m already upset.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he put his arm around me, and I snuggled close against his torso. He took another sip of beer. A long sip, and I could hear his heartbeat from my nuzzled position.

“It’s okay, just tell me. I won’t freak, I promise.” I gave him a squeeze, to try to reinforce my words, though I didn’t know how I was going to react. The whole situation was freaky. Unless he was building it up. Overblowing it, whatever it was. It was possible not knowing what it was caused greater anxiety than if he just told me. I decided not to say anything else, to wait until he spoke. I waited some time.

“There’s something going on, and I can’t let anyone see or know I have any contact with you,” he said. I straightened. “But it’s okay, I bought you a disposable cell phone to call me with. I even managed to program my number in.”

My eyebrows knitted together. “What does it matter if we have any contact? Who would care?”

“It’s too difficult to explain right now.”

“Okay…” Maybe he was a spy, though why would he be a spy? More like an undercover cop, but no cop could afford that watch or to spend thousands on a corset. Once again I arrived at criminal, but I didn’t want to believe it. He was not giving me that vibe. But now, how was I wrapped up with a guy who couldn’t be seen with me? I shook my head and dismissed all my worries as a part of my paranoia after Matt.

“It’s only for a couple of weeks, until I can sort out an arrangement. Don’t worry. It’s nothing to worry about. Trust me.”

He reached around me with his other arm, and I twisted in the booth to be enveloped in as much of him as possible. I inhaled his clean scent and let his touch comfort me.

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

“Beautiful, I’ve missed you too. More than you could ever know. Just sitting here with you is making me crazy.” Whenever he called me beautiful, my insides popped. I’d come here to get answers, to give him the third degree. Above all, I’d intended to resist him. To not let him charm me. I was to be in control, but my desire was controlling me.

Our closeness was too much to bear. I looked up at him, and couldn’t restrain myself any longer. Neither could he. Our mouths joined with all the built-up passion of the past few days.

I struggled to explore him within the constraints of the booth but that didn’t stop me. My hands flew over him, across his shoulders, down his arms, around his waist. I was desperate for more of him.

My hands roved over his hard body, down his thighs straining within his tight jeans. His hands found their way underneath my top and fumbled to undo my bra. Unhooked, it hung loose, my breasts heavy behind it. He palmed my tits and kneaded them, causing both the hardening of my nipples and the moistening of my pussy.

I reached for his crotch. His cock was hard, ready for me. In my frantic rush I struggled to undo the button of his jeans. Once opened, I rammed my hand underneath the elastic of his boxers, latched my fingers around his swollen member and tugged.

His cock grew larger under my touch, and I needed more of it. The fixed table of the booth prevented much movement on my part. There wasn’t enough space to sit on his lap. The seat wasn’t wide enough to allow room for my body while I leaned over to suck his cock. I could get it tantalizingly close but never close enough to get my tongue on it.

The more I tried, the more I wanted it. I forgot my surroundings. The decades of filth and grime vanished, and I contorted my body until I’d squeezed myself onto the floor, rewarded when my lips firmly wrapped around his cock.

I licked and sucked his shaft but the table was still preventing me from bobbing my head up and down over him the way I wanted. I worked around, resting the side of my head on his thigh and rolling his cock in and out of me. The entire time my pussy grew hungrier, and I ground my pussy against my heel, stimulating my clit and moving closer and closer to climax.

Jay’s hips urged his cock up and down, in and out of my mouth. I worked my mouth harder, my tongue licking left and right under the shaft. Jay matted his hands through my hair, and cum shot into my mouth. On the second burst of cum, an orgasm radiated up from the filth of the floor and flooded through my body.

After I’d extracted the last of the cum from him I relaxed my body. For the first time, I noticed the ancient mosaic of gum plastered over the underside of the table. I didn’t want to look down to discover what I was kneeling on.

Suddenly eager to get out from under there, I shimmied and crawled backward out of the side of the booth. Jay did up his jeans while I stood beside the booth. He hadn’t moved over to give me any room to sit beside him.

He stood, placing his hands on my arms. “I have to go, I was supposed to be gone by now,” he hesitated, a half smile on his face, “but you distracted me. You leave first. We can’t be seen leaving together.”

As quickly as his cum had filled me with reassurance, his words sucked it all out again. I watched, stunned, as he nodded me to the door. I fled the bar, fortunate enough to find a taxi right outside.

It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I’d left the disposable cell phone at the bar.