*J* (the continuation)

Part Thirty-One: Chapter 232: Earned

Jake's POV

When Ivy's full red lips met mine it ignited all my senses. It was as if her lips were electrifying. I came alive. I wanted to grab her face and force my tongue into her sweet mouth, but I didn't want to be vulgar. I didn't want to offend her in any way, especially when she was being kind enough to give me a kiss. The voice in my head told me to do things. Bad, dirty, selfish things. Oh what I wanted to do to her. Especially when I was drunk, but not just drunk from the alcohol, drunk with the power I had tasted tonight.

I was floored with surprise when she held out that beautiful green hand to me. She wanted me to take it. The smile on her face hinted at every dirty pleasure running through my mind. Then she gave that verbal consent I needed, "Are you coming handsome?" You're goddamn right I was coming! I just hope it's not in my pants before we start. That would be so embarrassing that it would ruin the mood for me. But I jump at the opportunity she gives me. So fast that I almost fall. But I reach out and slide my hand between her slender green fingers.

As she leads me away I look back at J with a goofy smile, it was the best thank you that I could come up with. I was extremely grateful for his little push. The two of had to push each other sometimes. And this was one time I was so very grateful for. But he gets it and gives me a thumbs up. He was telling me to just go with it. And that's exactly what I was going to do.

As she led me away my wife crossed my mind. She was...very vanilla. Our sex was always in missionary position. If I ever tried anything different she would call me disgusting. She was such a prude that she wouldn't even let me go down on her. And I could just forget about a fucking blowjob. It wasn't going to happen. I was deprived of so much that it eventually made me bitter at her. That's when the sex stopped all together.

Ivy pulls me into a room and locks the door behind us. She turns to me with a smile my wife would never dream of giving me. Ivy had a smile that hinted at all the dirty things I wanted to do to her. An invitation, if you will, to do whatever I wanted to her, because that's exactly what she was going to do with me. And then my nerves went into overdrive and I froze.

"Really? A beautiful woman wants you to ravage her and you freeze up like a little virgin? You fucking pussy. It figures. You don't have what it takes to fuck a woman like her. You don't have J's power or confidence. Just tell her you can't. Because you're too fucking nice."

Everything goes into slow motion as she closes the distance between us. Her hand goes to the center of my chest. With the slightest push to the center of my chest, she urged me backward. One step. Two steps. And on the third my back hit the wall. I looked right into those true green eyes. I wanted her. Just as much as I did under the intoxication of her love spell.

"Too bad you're too much of a pussy."

I don't want to do the right thing and tell her I appreciate it, but I can't. I'm done being the good guy. Good guys finish last and I was sick of it. I'm done with sexual oppression. I'm tired of always putting myself last. I wanted to be like my brother. He took what he wanted and no cost was too high. Failure wasn't an option for him.

"You don't have the balls."

The fuck I don't. I grab Ivy's arms and pull us together. Our lips collide and our heads tilt opposite directions. I so I us around and press Ivy to the wall. My tongue dips into her mouth as she parts her lips. Her hands go into my green hair. I rest one hand at the base of her neck, the other on her hip, pulling it into mine. I roll my hips into hers, my hard dick rubbing against her. She moans into my mouth so I know she likes it. Wants it. Dare I say, needs it.

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

I pull away from her ruby lips, my hand squeezing at her throat. I drive her back onto the bed with a growl. Something in me came alive. Something I've never before experienced. I quickly pull the t-shirt over my head. I put one knee on the bed and look down at her writhing with her eyes shut. She slither back onto the bed with a smile on those full lips. I think she liked a man in charge.