CHAPTER 13
Walsh
I sit at the bar in The Silo, sipping at a vodka on the rocks. The rocks are all melted and its mostly watered vodka but I take my time with it. I’ve violated my “no alcohol when fucking at the club” rule again, but I’m not going to let it stop me from what I came here to do.
Prove to myself that Jorie doesn’t matter to me.
I’ve put off a few women who have approached me. I’ve watched some of the fucking going on, and I’m horny as hell as evidenced by the semi I’ve been sporting for the last hour. But nothing’s caught my interest enough to leave this barstool.
Even watching what’s going on inside the room with Micah’s dildo contraption isn’t enticing me. It’s rare that Jerico and his girlfriend, Trista, come in to play. He never shares her physically with another man, but he doesn’t mind people watching what he does to her.
She doesn’t mind either, for that matter, because she only ever has eyes for Jerico. I’ve been watching them for a few minutes in that room as he kissed her slowly and teased the crowd with a slow removal of her clothes. He put her up against the glass, stood behind her while he fingered her to orgasm, and then had her suck his fingers clean.
Then he put her on the machine and I was instantly turned on. I watched as he used the remote control to get her close to another orgasm, and then slow it down just to torture her. When she was begging, he powered it up hard and fast, and she screamed so loud I could hear her clearly through the glass.
Fuck, I wanted Jorie back in there and ten minutes with that machine. The things I could do…
“Christ,” I mutter and pick up my watered vodka to take a sip.
My eyes scan the room, hoping against hope I find someone who attracts me.
As fate would have it, my cock goes from half hard to concrete as I watch with disbelief as Jorie walks into the room. She’s wearing the same dress she had on two nights ago when I fucked her in here. She looks to the room where Jerico is now fucking Trista doggie style, but she doesn’t watch. Her eyes scan the rest of the rooms, and I see her shoulders relax in relief.
She’s here looking for me, or rather… looking to see if I’m with someone else.
With a half turn, she sees me at the bar and narrows her eyes at me with purpose as she starts walking my way. I slam down the rest of my drink as I pay attention to the way she’s strutting. Hips swaying, breasts ready to spill out of that stretchy fabric.
I also don’t fail to notice other men looking at her and a wave of protectiveness overcomes me. And it’s not in a brotherly way, but in one that makes me want to throw her down on the floor, fuck her, and spray my load all over her tits to mark her.
“Christ,” I mutter again as she reaches me.
“Late night working, huh?” she asks with a plastered smile on her face, but there’s enough hurt in her voice that it makes me feel like shit.
“Got done earlier than I thought,” I tell her blandly.
“And you thought to come here?”
“It was one of a few thoughts,” I admit to her. “It turns out once I thought hard enough about it, it was really my only option.”
Jorie steps in closer, and her scent assaults me. I try not to focus on that bright red lipstick and how good it would feel to have her smear it on my cock again.
“Walsh… why can’t I be an option?” she asks softly but with so much desperation in her voice I want to fucking kick my own ass for touching her.
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her, not willing to engage because she might argue me right into having sex with her again. The wench should have gone to law school rather than get a journalism degree. “Just know it’s over.”
A predatory gleam enters Jorie’s eyes, and a thrill of fear races through me as I have no recognition of this sexual creature who moves in closer to me again. Her hand comes to my stomach, and she goes on tiptoes to put her lips closer to my ear so she can whisper, “It’s not over, Walsh. I’ve been wet for you all day. If you doubt me, you can just put your hand between my legs to find out. I’m not wearing any panties.”
My fingers itch to touch her and my dick is throbbing painfully. Jorie was always a confident kid growing up. She was the leader of her group of friends. She was an extrovert and didn’t have a shy bone in her body. But this woman standing before me having the utmost faith in herself has me reeling. If she was talking dirty like this to Vince, and showed the same confidence to him, I can’t for the life of me figure out how sex was bad between them.
Of course, he’s probably got a little pecker and doesn’t even know how to make Jorie come.
“I can’t give you what a woman like you should have,” I tell her in an attempt to let her down easily. “You know this about me. I don’t do relationships. It’s just fucking.”
“And I think I told you that I’m okay with that,” she says as she leans back slightly to look me in the eye.
Shaking my head, I try to reason with her, “You don’t want to do this, Jorie. Trust me. This lifestyle of casual sex isn’t good for a girl like you.”
“Woman,” she clarifies.
I nod. “Woman. A woman who is sweet and sensitive and caring. You need someone who shares intimacy with you, not just impersonal fucking.”
“It could be you,” she suggests softly.
“It can’t,” I tell her bluntly. “It would only be sex with me.”
“And again… I’m fine with that,” she throws back at me.
“Christ, you’re driving me crazy,” I say with complete exasperation.
Jorie drops her hand and takes a step backward, her eyes cooling and her voice sounding all businesslike. “Look, Walsh… it’s really very simple. I like sex. My husband thought I was bad at it, and I suspect I just didn’t push myself hard enough. I’m going to figure it out, though. I’m going to figure it out now, and I’m not waiting for my next Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. I’m not asking you for more. Why can’t you get that I’m okay with that?”
What a mouthful and I hated hearing every word of it because she’s telling me it’s okay to have her in the only way I know how. Hated it so much, I should have just shoved my cock down her throat to shut her up.
But that’s not going to happen, so I finally opt for the truth in the hopes that my transparency will at least get her to take me seriously. “I can’t do this with you because of Micah.”
Her beautiful, jet-black eyebrows pull inward. “What do you mean ‘because of Micah’? He has nothing to do with who I choose to fuck. I thought we’d already been through that. It hasn’t stopped you yet.”
“No,” I admit “But he wouldn’t approve of us, and that’s why we can’t keep going on.”
“You can’t possibly know that,” she says in exasperation.
“I can,” I tell her adamantly. “Because we’ve had the conversation, and he made it clear you are off limits to me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she sputters. “He has no say over what I do.”
This is true, but moot.
“He has no say over what you do,” she continues.
Also true, but I ask, “You want me to risk my friendship with him? Because if he found out, it would harm it irrevocably, and you’re just going to have to trust me on that.”
Jorie pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to worry at it, and when it pops free, she steps back into me. Both hands come to my chest, slide up, and hook over my shoulders. Her face comes close to mine and her voice is husky. “You and I kept a secret from Micah before. About that night and what happened. I propose we keep another secret.”
“Lie to him about us?” I ask her with distaste, although truth be told, my interest is piqued. Well, my cock’s interest is piqued… painfully so. My conscience isn’t exactly on board.
“No, not lie. Just not tell him,” she says. “I told you I’m okay with casual sex. Micah lives in San Francisco. We do our thing and don’t make a big deal of it. Micah doesn’t need to know, and I don’t believe we have an obligation to tell him.”
Everything about this is wrong, and yet the fact Jorie and I have kept a dark secret from Micah before gives me a bond with her that can’t be ignored. I mean, if Micah had ever asked me point blank, “Walsh… has Jorie ever been nearly raped before and have you ever kept that from me?” I’d have to answer him truthfully.
But until that time, what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.
Same concept here, right?
I must still look unconvinced because Jorie says, “Vince called me today. He wants me to come home.”
My entire body goes rigid at the thought.
She continues, “You told me perhaps I should think about working it out.”
I nod and hold my breath.
“But I can’t,” she says, and the air in my lungs comes out in a massive rush of relief. “I want to continue to figure out my sexuality, and Walsh… I want to do that with you. I want to do it in your apartment, in this club, and in the back of your limo. I want it everywhere.”
I’m on edge, at risk of doing major violence if someone were to interrupt this conversation and so fucking horny, I’d probably come if Jorie laid her hand on my hard cock through my jeans. I clench my hands into fists, having no fucking clue what to do with this situation.
Jorie leans in, brushing her lips against mine before moving them to my jaw. They feel so soft as she slides them to my ear, and she whispers, “I’ll let you do anything to me you want, Walsh. No limits. Whatever your dirtiest desire is.”
She lets the implication drift away, and all of a sudden, all I can hear is the sounds of sex going on around us. I’d managed to tune it out for the last few hours. Grunts, moans, cries of climax, cries of pain, and slapping of flesh. It all filters in and an overwhelming need for Jorie sweeps through me.
Not desire.
Not passion.
Need.
My hands shoot out to grab her ass, pulling her all the way in between my legs as I slam my mouth down on hers. Her tiny cry of pleasure and surprise ramps me up, and I bring a hand down between her legs to indeed find her without panties and sopping wet.
The kiss is electric as my fingers play at the juncture of her legs. Jorie issues a tiny moan that I suck down into my throat as my tongue twirls against hers.
Fucking amazing. Jorie tastes sweeter and better than anything I’ve ever had in my mouth before. I’ve known this woman her entire life and yet she tastes like a deep dark mystery to me. A mystery I want to delve into and figure out. Untwist the shit inside her head and build her back up. I want to kiss her forever and…
I shoot off the stool, my need for Jorie making me crazed. I spin us around, bend her over the stool and push her skirt up over her hips. She spreads her legs for me obscenely and her pussy glistens from behind. I give it a light slap of my hand that leaves my palm wet. Jorie cries out, and I do it again.
“Walsh… please,” she groans as I do it a third time.
Holy fuck, I need inside her.
My hands fumble at my belt, my button, and zipper. My cock hurts when I pull it out, and I don’t waste a further second of time but thrust it deep inside of her from behind. A long groan of satisfaction, relief, and a sense of belonging rumbles out of my chest.
I pull back, seeing my wet cock briefly before I plunge it back in deeply.
Jorie urges me on, “Again.”
My head spins with the need to come, but I need Jorie to get there first. I pull all the way out, my dick bobbing up and down in lost confusion. I slap her pussy again from behind a few times, then push through her lips with my finger to find her clit. I rub it hard, then slap her again. She shrieks every time I do it, each subsequent slap to those wet, puffy lips a little harder. I do this a few more times and when I pinch her clit, she screams out her release.
Fuck, that is the hottest thing.
She’s still shaking as I drive back into her, my orgasm already starting to bubble down low in my groin. I look around, vaguely taking in the faces of some of the people watching with lust in their eyes. The bartender right on the other side of the bar watches from two feet away, and I can tell he’s rubbing his dick.
But that all fades away as I fuck Jorie harder than I’ve ever fucked before. I make sure everyone in this club knows that, at least for now, this pussy is mine and only mine.
“I’m coming again,” Jorie whimpers as she clamps down tight on me.
That’s all I need. My head swims, my balls tighten, and I pull out of her just as I start unloading. I stroke my cock hard and fast, watching the white ropes of my semen splash all over her ass with a little bit getting on her dress.
I push back into her for a few more strokes, can feel more coming out of me as I groan out the rest of my release.
Jorie makes a sound of dismay when I pull out again, and because my dick is still hard for the moment, I rub it in my cum and then slide it through the cheeks of her ass.
That’s next on my agenda… that ass.
But not right now.
Instead, I’m taking Jorie back to my apartment and I’m going to do all the dirty things to her she said I could, but I’m going to do them slowly.
And privately.