Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Ten ♥

"Joseph ."  Lacey  acknowledged him coldly.

"I didn't give you enough credit.  You've got balls of steel," he said approvingly.

"Apparently, you don't," she retorted.  He smiled sweetly, and she felt her knees buckle.

"Touché," he said, walking towards her.  "Could you possibly forgive me?  I was a real prick, and I know it.  I sincerely want to apologize."

"You treated me like dirt, Joe.  It's not easy to get over," she replied softly, twirling a piece of hair as he stopped in front of her.

"I said I was sorry.  Can't we kiss and make up?"  He bent his head and traced an outline of the bruise on her face with his lips.  He rested his hands on her waist, and slowly moved them up, settling them at the base of her neck.

"Joe...I don't..."

"Don't tell me you don't want this, Lacey Scarlett.  I know you want this.  I know you want me."  He nibbled on one ear.  "I didn't even have to get close to see how wet you were for me last night.  You were all ready for me...ready for me to fuck you long and hard, or soft and gentle."  He ran his tongue over her lips.  "I didn't even have time to decide."  He thrust his tongue into her mouth before she could resist.  She heard a door slam and pulled back.  Joe laughed evilly, and moved away.  "Later, sweetness.  Have fun explaining this one to Jordan."  He walked to his car.  "I'd say we're even, wouldn't you?"

As he drove away, she screamed out loud, totally frustrated.  What a fucking asshole!  She ran inside, searching for Jon.  On her way in, Dnny grabbed her.

"Listen, Lacey, I didn't..."

"Not now, Danny.  I know you didn't mean it, and I forgive you, okay?"  She said over her shoulder.  Her eyes searched the large room, and they met the eyes of Donnie.  He subtly pointed to the smaller banquet room behind theirs.  She ran back there.

Once again, she found Jordaan behind a fully stocked bar.  She grabbed the bottle of bourbon out of his hands before he could pour the first drink.

"No, J  Alcohol solves shit."

"Leave me alone," he muttered, grabbing the bottle back.  "You don't fucking care about me, Lacey.  Did you use me to get off since Joe left you horny?"

If he had slapped her, it couldn't have hurt anymore than that statement.  She reeled back and sat down in a chair.  "What, is being a jerk a new kid requirement ?  You use someone to your advantage, and then leave them hanging?"

He ignored her, and threw some ice into a glass.  She grabbed the glass and threw the ice on him before he could pour the liquor.  She grabbed the bottle and drank a mouthful.

"Okay, now I can say what I think.  You say you love me, J, then listen, for God's sake.  Joe saw you at the door, because he pulled away right after you went back in.  He saw you, and wanted to get back at us both.  He led me along, apologizing, trying to turn me on, and succeeding, unfortunately, and then kissed me so you would see it."  She went around the bar to stand in front of him.  "Don't you see, Jordan?  He knows you love me.  He knows I'm falling in love with you.  He can't stand it, so he's trying to pull us apart."  She placed her hands on his shoulders.  "But he won't.  He has to grow up and realize that you and I were meant for each other.  Oriana, the fortuneteller, she told me so.  She said that I should listen to what your heart says, and answer it with my own."

Jordan stared at her for a long time, then shoved her out of the way.  Her heart sank.  He didn't want her.  She turned away, and heard a crash as he shoved every glass, bottle, and object off the bar.  He grabbed her and sat her on the low bar surface.  Weaving his hands through her hair, he pulled her mouth to his in a violent kiss.  Moaning, she pulled him to her.  One of his hands unzipped the back of her dress while the other played with her hair.  Her hands tore at the buttons of his dress shirt, almost pulling them off in her haste.  This time, there was no foreplay.  Neither of them needed it.

When they were both naked, Jordan reached down with one finger to make sure she was ready for him.  It slid inside of her with such quickness that they both groaned.  He lifted her off of the bar and onto his hard cock, stumbling back and leaning against the wall.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed off the wall with her feet so she could move up and down on him.  He gripped her hips and pumped her harder and harder.

"I'm sorry," he said as she bit his neck.

"For what?"  She mumbled, scratching at his back.

"Doubting you.  I should have known...better..."

"Shut up, J.  All I want to think about is your hard cock inside of me, thrusting into me, filling me..." she felt like she couldn't get enough of him.

"You come first this time," he murmured, slowing down his pace.

"What?"

"I want to watch your face.  Right as the last of your juice covers me is when I want to come," he told her.  Leaning her back so her back rested on the bar, he held her back with one hand and played with a nipple with the other.  "Come on me, my Lacey."

She moaned both from his words and the magic he was doing with his hands.  She could feel the pressure building.  "J...shit...I can't..."

"Yes, you can, come for me.  I can't wait much longer, Lacey, I want to fucking come in you...cover your insides..." his hand moved down to her clit.

"Yes!"  She screamed.  He felt her tighten around him, and he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries as she orgasmed.  He was soon to follow her, thrusting as hard as he could.

He held her as they panted and tried to relax.  He wouldn't let her down from the bar, as the floor was covered with glass.  He used napkins to gently clean her between the legs, which was almost as much of a turn on for her as the sex was.  He slowly dressed her, covering her skin with kisses before covering it with cloth.  He dressed himself, then lifted her in his arms.