Falling From Disgrace (3 page)

“So, Ade,” Jack continued, “what do you do?”

Pursing her lips and shrugging her shoulders she answered, “Oh, not a whole lot.”

“You go to school?”

“Nope.”

“Work?”

“Uh uh.”

“You a trust fund baby?”

Adrianna snickered but said, “Something like that.”

“Are you always so forthcoming?” Jack laughed.

“Hey, you said I looked interesting, I never said you were right,” Adrianna retorted.

“True.”

Another patron called his attention away and Adrianna just watched as he mixed another drink and talked to his other customers.  She admired the way his muscles moved underneath his tight black t-shirt and when he turned his back to reach a bottle from the shelf behind him, she admired his tight ass even more. 

By the time she was finishing her cigarette, Jack said something to one of the other bartenders and then moved out from behind the bar to take the seat next to Adrianna. He sat facing the crowd and Adrianna turned on her stool to do the same.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrow.

Jack lit his own cigarette and told her, “The boss won’t mind if I take a little break to keep a beautiful woman company.”

Adrianna didn’t miss the fact that this was the second time he had called her beautiful, and while she wanted to scoff at that, it made her feel good, something she hadn’t felt in a long time without the help of medication.  She smiled. 

They sat quietly beside each other, just watching people around them for a while, when Jack finally said, “You see the blonde over there?  Little Miss Fake Tits?”

Adrianna smirked and looked to where he was pointing.  She immediately spotted a platinum blonde in a skin tight, neon green scrap of a dress that was cut incredibly low. If she inhaled deeply enough she would give everyone in Loki’s an eyeful.  “Aw,” Adrianna said, “don’t mock her.  She probably paid a lot of money to look that cheap.”

Jack nodded in agreement and told her, “She just got served a drink.  How much you want to bet she takes a picture of it to post on Facebook?  Watch.”

Adrianna and Jack stared, watching the bombshell flick her hair over her shoulder while she giggled at something some suit said to her.  Then she noticed her drink and, much to Jack’s delight, she snapped a picture of it with her phone and then began typing away on it.

“Can I call ‘em or what?” Jack boasted.

“You’re very talented, my friend,” Adrianna mocked.  “But you know, posting pictures of your cocktail is very important.  How else is everyone going to know how fabulous your life is if you aren’t updating your status about it every five minutes?”

Jack laughed.  He decided right there that he liked Adrianna.  She seemed genuine, not at all superficial like most of the girls that frequented Loki’s.  He was guessing she was only around twenty-four, not a whole lot younger than him, but her makeup was minimally applied, and her brown hair was long, wavy, and without any bleach or dyes.  The outfit she wore was nice but casual and he could tell it was chosen because she was comfortable in it, not to impress the opposite sex.  That’s what originally attracted her to him when he saw her walk into Loki’s.  Then the fact that she was reluctant to talk about herself was practically monumental.  Usually the girls he met wouldn’t shut up about themselves.  The whole thing about her not working or going to school did perplex him a bit, but she didn’t come off as some spoiled, rich bitch.   

He said to her, “It is in my humble opinion that if your life was so fucking fantastic-”

“You’d be out living it and not posting about it all damn day,” Adrianna interrupted to finish for him. 

“Exactly,” Jack smiled. 

“So I take it you don’t use Facebook?” Adrianna asked.

“Nope.  You?”

“Hell no.  There’s nobody out there who cares enough to want to know that much about me anyhow.”

“Oh, I find that hard to believe.”

Jack looked down and his eyes locked onto hers.  They were so round, so warm, and so dramatic he actually got lost in them for a moment, hypnotized by the expressiveness he saw.  He felt as if he could stare into those brown pools forever.  When he shifted his weight on his stool just a fraction, his arm leaned against hers causing Adrianna’s breath to hitch.  His attention was drawn down to her mouth, where, fuck him, she had a set of the plumpest lips he’d ever seen on a woman.  How did he not notice those lips until now?  He had to fight the urge to just lean down and suck on her full, bottom lip to see if it tasted as soft as it looked. 

“Hey, Jack!” one of the other bartenders called out to him.  “You going to get your ass back here or are you taking the rest of the night off?”

Jack’s eyes were reluctantly dragged away from Adrianna’s mouth just long enough for him to shoot Kenny a look that said, “Fuck off,” and then they went back to her eyes.  She stared at him just as intently as he stared at her.

“I do have to get back there,” he told her.  “I close up here in a few hours but my apartment is just upstairs above the bar.  Can you hang out for a bit?”

Adrianna hesitated for a beat.  She was definitely attracted to Jack, that was for sure, but in just a short amount of time she felt that he was someone she could actually end up liking, and not for just a one night stand.  Then she realized that was all he probably wanted her for and that she was being silly.  She wanted a distraction for the night and Jack would be the perfect one.  She agreed to his request.

Chapter 3

I
t was just past two a.m. by the time Jack finished closing the bar.  Adrianna had spent the last few hours drinking another gin and tonic, getting slightly tipsy and watching Jack work.  The more she watched, the more attracted she became to him.  Everyone at the bar was on a first name basis with him by the time they left and he was friendly and chatted with all of them.  Adrianna supposed that was just the duty of a good bartender, but it was pleasant to watch him in action just the same.  Showing off, he pulled some slick Tom Cruise
Cocktail
moves, flipping bottles and pouring drinks with flair.  The way he kept glancing over at her all night, flashing a sexy grin, made Adrianna feel special.  There were plenty of women in the bar that were vying for the attention of the hot bartender but he seemed only to have eyes for her.  The alcohol and two Vicodin she popped in the bathroom probably also added to her lust for him, but by the time they made their way up to his apartment she was feeling confident and incredibly horny.

Jack’s place was bigger than Adrianna’s but just as modest.  The furniture looked comfortable and lived in, there were minimal accents, like most bachelor pads, but it was warm and inviting.  Stretching across the wall of the main room was a dark wood entertainment center with a flat screen television and other electronics men like to play with.  There was a large over-stuffed, grey sofa and matching reclining loveseat adjacent to it with a coffee table the same wood as the wall unit.  It was something one would expect to find in any single man’s home.  To be truthful, Adrianna was just relieved that there weren’t empty beer bottles and overflowing ashtrays as far as the eye could see.

Upon entering his living room, Jack turned on the stereo and some soft rock Adrianna didn’t care enough to identify began playing. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” Jack asked, cocking his head to the side and flashing that sexy grin at her again.

Using the last ounce of confidence she had in her, Adrianna just shook her head and dropped her purse on the sofa.  She wasn’t interested in small talk or pleasantries; she wanted to get down to business.

Her legs carried her the short distance to Jack and she brazenly placed her hands on his biceps.  His arms were made of well defined muscles and she had spent the better part of the evening fantasizing about them wrapped around her.  He made her fantasy a reality and did just that, settling his hands on her small waist.  The grin vanished from his face and he looked down on her with an intensity that made her knees weak. 

Jack was somewhat surprised when Adrianna made what she wanted clear by approaching him in his apartment first.  He had his share of one night stands and usually the girl would play coy at first, accepting a drink and flirting before the inevitable happened.  But Adrianna didn’t play any games and when she put her hands on him he saw the same need he was feeling reflected back at him.  He glanced down at those amazing lips of hers once again and then brought his own lips down upon them.

They were just as soft as he’d hoped they’d be. 

Adrianna groaned when Jack opened his mouth against hers and his tongue ran softly against her lower lip.  He kept it sweet and slow at first but when she brought her hands up to wrap around the back of his head he drove in harder, making deep, sensual sweeps through her mouth.  His kiss was murderous, meant to slay her in every way possible, and God, did she think it was going to kill her.  He was kissing her, really kissing her, not in the obligatory way that most men did before moving down in a hurry to get on with the real action.  He made her feel craved with every flick of his tongue, every caress of his lips, and when he pulled her to him more tightly so that their bodies were flush, a foreign sensation came upon her.  She felt... content.  This wasn’t about just wanting a distraction from the pain anymore, nor the horrible reality of what her life had become.  No, it was much more than that.  It was about an attraction, and not just a physical one, between a man and woman who desired one another.  Desire.  What a difference there was between that and want.

Jack was determined to remain unhurried with Adrianna, to take his time with her, but when she moaned softly into his mouth as he kissed her his restraint was diminished.  Fuck, he wanted her and wanted her badly.  He brought his hands around to the backs of her thighs and lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist without being told to do so.  He carried her across the room to press her against the wall that led to his bedroom.  There he finally moved his mouth from hers to taste the skin of her neck and collarbone.  He was pleased to learn that they were just as sweet and soft as her lips, as were her cries when he moved one of his hands to knead the flesh of her breast.  When Adrianna squeezed her legs more tightly around him he knew it was time to move this to his bedroom.

Adrianna was placed onto Jack’s bed gently.  She wasn’t used to being treated so delicately and the thought both pleased and worried her.  She was accustomed to quick and dirty sex, the kind that went along with impulsive encounters, and while those were thrilling and hot and what she sought out, this was exciting, yet unnerving, nevertheless.  It was becoming something that would possibly turn into more and she needed to fix that.  The lines between a onetime thing and an ongoing affair were beginning to blur and that didn’t sit well with Adrianna.  So when Jack stepped back to remove his shirt, she didn’t just lay there and wait for him to make it romantic and sexy.  She sat up to remove her own top and bra and then rose from the bed.  Taking Jack by surprise, she kissed him fervently and ran her hands over the taut planes of his chest.

She turned him so that this time she could push him down on the bed and then stripped bare for him while he watched from his prone position.  If Jack was turned on before it didn’t compare to how he felt now, gazing upon Adrianna’s body as she gracefully divested herself of her jeans and panties.  He had been the aggressor up until that point but now that Adrianna wanted to take the lead he was more than willing to comply.  As he took in her naked form he felt himself grow more uncomfortable in his pants.  He wondered briefly if she was a dancer, for her body was slim, perhaps a little too slim, but she had legs that went on for miles.  He couldn’t wait to have them thrown over his shoulders. Her skin was pale but smooth, her breasts were full and round and the tight, pink peaks that graced the center were just begging for some attention.  He sat up, pulled Adrianna to stand between his legs and closed his lips around the rosy nipple of her left breast. His hands grazed softly up her sides until he splayed his long fingers against her ribs, holding her to him, while his other hand cupped the breast he was worshiping with his tongue.  A gasp escaped Adrianna’s lips when he gently nibbled her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Jack declared when his mouth left her body.  He looked up at her with almost adoration and it made Adrianna uncomfortable.

She pushed Jack so that he was on his back again and then went to work on getting into his pants.  With a pop of his button and slide of his zipper, she pulled his black pants and the elastic of his briefs down just enough to free his erection.  Straddling his thighs, she took the considerable rigid length in her fist and pumped up and down.  She smiled when Jack threw his head back, groaning and squeezing his eyes closed.  Her hand continued to move over him, not stopping even when she leaned down to take him in her mouth.

The sight of Adrianna’s epic lips around his cock nearly had Jack unmanned.  He had to revert back to the old trick of conjuring up the unsexiest images he could think of to prevent himself from coming in her mouth.  Not knowing how much longer he could last while she moved her mouth and fist over him, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her roughly up before tossing her onto her back.  He was in a hurry now to be inside her, and he quickly did away with the rest of his clothing before reaching in his bedside drawer for a condom. 

Adrianna was pleased when he climbed up her body more ravenously.  He wasn’t slow and gentle now, he was hurried and fiery as he bit, kissed, and sucked his way up her leg, over her hip, and across her stomach.  This is what she was accustomed to.  When his lips met hers again their kiss was a searing clash of teeth and tongue and Adrianna spread her legs wider to let his hips settle between them.  She was just as anxious now to have him inside of her but Jack stilled, pulling away from her, and looked down with caution.

“You sure?” he asked quietly and it took Adrianna aback.  Never before had a man stopped to ask her that, certainly not when they were this close to fucking.  It both confused and touched her and when she didn’t answer right away Jack felt for a terrifying second that she was going to back out.  He brought his hand up to cup Adrianna’s face when he saw the worry there.  But then suddenly she grabbed his hips, lifting her pelvis up to meet him.  He was barely inside of her but his eyes rolled back just the same.

Adrianna leaned up to scrape her teeth against the stubble of his jaw and then whispered in his ear, “Fuck yes.”

Jack slid the rest of the way into her and moaned.

Fucking perfection.

The urge to start pounding away furiously presented itself, but Jack wasn’t sure if that was the kind of sex Adrianna was into.  He kept it slow at first, moving in and out of her, careful to brace himself on his hands so that he didn’t crush her.  He leaned down every few seconds to bring his mouth to hers or her neck.  This wasn’t what Adrianna wanted though.  She certainly was into sex that was hard and rough, and so when it didn’t seem like Jack was going to quicken his pace or deepen his thrusts, she pressed the heels of her feet into the backs of his thighs and dug her fingernails into the perfect, round muscles of his backside. 

Jack read the signs and was rewarded with loud moans when he shifted back and slammed into her more forcefully.  Even more turned on by the fact Adrianna liked it rough, he threw his head back and clenched his jaw, again trying to last as long as possible.  He moved as fast and hard as he could until he was forced to slow down, pressing himself down so that he was lying on top of Adrianna once again.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned in her ear.  “Are you?”

Shaking her head, Adrianna gasped, “Move me on top of you.”

She was flipped over quickly, and just as she began to ride him, she was struck once again by how different this was.  Jack had made sure to hold off his own orgasm before she had hers, another first for her.  She didn’t think on it too long though, for when Jack began thrusting up into her, meeting her when she rocked back down on him she felt that familiar tightening in her belly, that quiver in her limbs that told her she was just on the edge of coming. 

Jack’s hands came up to pull and tease at her breasts and when he saw her throw her head back and her lips part he could tell she was close.  Thank God, he thought, for he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.  Knowing she needed just a little more to push her over the edge, he moved his fingers to where they were joined and gently massaged her with his thumb.

Adrianna began crying out in quick successions and when Jack pressed his thumb firmly over her clit she called out loudly.  “Oh, God, yes, I’m coming!”

How fucking hot was that?  

Jack gripped her to him tightly by the waist and with two more thrusts up into her, he was following along, pulsing inside of her walls that were tightly clamped around his cock. 

Adrianna collapsed on top of him, her limbs still slightly shaking.  Jack held her to him, lightly resting his hands at her hips while they both worked to control their breathing.  When he brought his hands up to caress her back, Adrianna stiffened and quickly rolled off of him before his fingers met the scar running up her spine.

Jack noticed her reaction but decided not to say anything, getting up from the bed and moving to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.  As he washed his hands he wondered if he should offer to cook something for Adrianna, for he was now hungry himself.  He figured he could make something easy, like scrambled eggs and toast but when he returned to his bedroom he was surprised to see that Adrianna was sitting at the edge of his bed, fully dressed and putting her shoes on.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked her. 

Adrianna smiled at him and said, “Yeah, I better get home.” 

She rose from his bed and made her way out into the living room, searching for where she had dropped her purse.  By the time she found it Jack emerged from his bedroom, clad only in his boxer-briefs, looking perplexed.

“You don’t have to go, ya know,” he told her.  “You can stay the night.”

Adrianna shook her head and grinned once more.  “It’s fine, Jack.  Thanks for tonight, this was fun.”