Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Six ♥

Lacey  stared down at his erection  and swallowed.  She had never been so excited in all her life, or so frightened.  She had been locked away in her study for so long that it seemed like ages since she had been with a man.  The last one had hurt her so bad she had vowed to really think before letting a man get to her like Joe had.  He gently pressed her shoulders until she kneeled in front of him.  "Suck me," he ordered.  She stared up at him, amazed at the rudeness in his voice.  "Now, slave!"  He growled, pressing her head against him.  Shocked, but still slightly turned on, she did as he asked, putting all the love she felt for him in the movements of her tongue and mouth.  He moaned and kept a hand on her head, moving his hips in time with her mouth.  Finally, he moved away.

"That veil is annoying the shit out of me.  Take it  the fuck off."

She shook her head violently, moving away from him.

"I said, take it off.  The party is over.  I can see the rest of your fine body, why not your face?"  He moved towards her slowly, smiling a sexy smile.  "Come on, sweetness, let's have a look.  What else do you have to hide?  Take off that little veil so I can show you what a real man fucks like."

With one motion Joe ripped the veil off of her face.  Her intricate hairdo came down with the removal of the veil, and her thick hair framed her face.  Joe grabbed Lacey's chin in his hand and yanked her face up to his.

"Lacey?"  He said angrily.  "No wonder you wanted to plan the bachelor party!  What better way to get me to screw you?"

"No, Joe it wasn't like that.  It was for..." she almost let slip that Oriana  was the other girl.  She glared at him defiantly.  "So, what if it was?  From what I hear, you'll go to great lengths to get a girl you want to fuck.  Why shouldn't I do the same?"

The smack of his hand across her cheek caught her off guard.  She gasped and felt tears start to roll down her cheeks.  "I don't think so, Lacey.  No bitch makes a fool of me."

"Joe , I'm not trying to make a fool of you!  I...I just...I love you!"  She said, trying to stop crying.

"Well, I don't love you, okay?  I thought I made that perfectly clear ages ago."  He pulled on his clothing as he spoke.  "I thought you were a lot of things, Lacey , but a slut wasn't one of them."  He marched out of the room.  She soon heard the front door slam.

Sobbing, she pulled on her clothes as best she could and made her way downstairs.  Her extra bag of clothing was down in the oasis room.  She hoped Donnie and Oriana  weren't in there.  She peeked out the front door and saw that her car was gone.  She realized that Oriana  had taken it, figuring that she would get a ride back with one of the guys.  She knew that Oriana  was following tradition to the fullest, making sure she wouldn't see Donnie after midnight on their wedding day.

She snuck down into the oasis room.  Donnie was nowhere to be found, and Mark was still snoring in the corner.  She turned on the overhead lamp, and saw Jordan  sitting behind the bar.  She jumped a mile.

"Sorry," he said lazily, pouring another drink.  "I thought you were...busy."

"No," she whispered, searching for her bag.

"Looking for a white gym bag?  It's over there, behind the table."  He came out from behind the bar and handed the bag to her.  "Have fun?  That was quick."

"No...I...gotta go," she said, stumbling and leaning against the bar.  She saw that Jordan had been drinking Jim Beam, and took a large swig right from the bottle.

"You're not going to try and drive, are you?"  He asked, suddenly sobering.

"No...I don't have a car.  Wait...Donnie's car..." she started to make her way to the stairs.

"Lacey!  Stop!  You are not driving like this!"  He grabbed her arm.

"I don't care!"  She screamed, turning on him.  "I don't care if I fucking get killed, okay?  You win!  You were right!  He hurt me without even trying!"

He gently took her face in his hands, staring at the bruise forming on her jaw.  "Lacey...what... hold the fuck on did he hit you?  Did Joe hit you?"

"He was angry...he thought I was trying to fool him into sleeping with me, he said I was trying to make a fool out of him!  He said I was a slut."  She sobbed, unable to keep it in any longer.  He took her in his arms and held her as she cried.

"Oh, my beautiful Lacey.  Sweet baby.  I'm so sorry," he whispered, stroking her hair.  "I know what it's like to care for someone so much, and have them constantly turn away from you."

She pulled back to stare at him.  "What are you saying, Jordan ?"

He bent down to kiss her.  She pulled back, but when he gently persisted, she allowed him to continue.  "I'm saying that I don't want to hurt you.  I don't think you're a slut, and I would never hit you.  I just want to..." he struggled for words.

"You just want to peel away the layers and get to know the me inside, right?"  She whispered.  He gazed at her.

"Exactly."

She slowly led him over to a bunch of cushions and laid him down on the floor.  "Show me.  Show me how much you care."

"Lacey, I..."

"I know.  You're not looking to get laid.  This is totally different."  She removed her outfit, and began to undo the buttons on his shirt.  He moaned and stopped her.

"Let me."  He quickly undressed and turned to her.  His hands roaming over her body turned her insides to molten lava.  She couldn't get enough of him.

"Jordan ...I want...I need you to..." she stammered, unable to speak coherently.

"I know...I will..."

He knelt between her legs and took her clit into his mouth.  She arched her back and gasped for breath.  He stuck two fingers inside of her and gently stroked as he sucked her.  She put her legs on his back and wove her fingers through his hair, pushing his mouth against her.  "Does that feel good?"  He whispered.  She whimpered in response.  He moved up to face her.  "Lacey, I want to take my time, and show you how much I care about you and respect you, but I..."

"Fuck me," she said suddenly, taking his penis into her hands and caressing it.

"What?"  He said, trying to think clearly.

"Fuck me.  A fortune teller lady told me that the man who would peel away the layers to my soul would also be the one to find the wildness in me and bring it to the surface."  She pressed against him and savagely bit his neck.  "Either you fuck me, or I roll you over and fuck you."