by Aven Jayce
“I like that about you.” She unbuttons my shirt then pulls off her sweater and unsnaps her bra. “I’m ready to be under your control.”
Her tits are quickly in my hands and I wonder who really holds all of the power, her or me.
My cock’s engorged as she rises on the seat, allowing me to slide my pants down. I never imagined at my age being in the back seat of a Corolla with a twenty-two-year-old on my lap, her tits in my face, and my pants wrapped around my ankles. I hope the fucking cops don’t show up.
“Mark,” she whispers in my ear. “I said I’m ready to be under your control.”
Oh shit.
Her back is on the seat, legs up, feet against the window, and a condom’s out of my wallet in less than five seconds.
“You don’t have to put out because I’m giving you a place to stay. You’re not my whore.”
She pulls me down and grips my hips. “I was waiting for you to show that you cared.”
Holding the back of her head with two hands, I fixate on her eyes to make sure this is really what she wants.
“Do it,” she whispers.
Fuck yeah. My ass tightens as I slide inside her slick pussy.
“Mark,” she says faintly. “I need you.”
I slide slowly out and back in.
She turns her head. “Mark.”
My head is spinning from her roused voice and I can’t keep from driving faster.
“Yes!” she calls out as I attack her tits and thrust over her passionately. I have one knee on the floor and a hand on the window, but to hell if I’m going to stop fucking her because I’m uncomfortable. I’ve waited too long. It’s been six weeks since I’ve had my dick in a woman - the longest I’ve gone without pussy since I was seventeen.
I hold her neck and demand to hear my name once more.
“Mark.” The word ejaculates from her mouth like she’s about to cum. “Mark.” She reaches for her clit.
“Tell me how much you want me,” I pant.
My nipples are grabbed and I’m pulled closer for a kiss. I’m done for. Opening up to her like this... the moment our lips touch... damn it; I’m a weakened mess from her pussy and tongue. This will be quick.
“Uh, fuck.” My palm slaps the roof of her car as my legs convulse and cum fires out. “Fuck.” I shove my cock further in. “You wicked woman.”
What flows from my body is like the blood that streams from my victims. Both fluids are sticky, warm, and cause a loss of breath.
I fall over her, flush, with a hammering heart. I want more.
“Fucking hell, Jules.” I groan.
“Mark.” She pushes me off in a panic. “There’s a guy outside the car!”
“Son of a bitch.”
I reach for my gun, but she grasps my hand, saving my ass from making a tragic mistake. It’s a cop. I can tell by the routine tap on the window and the flashlight shining in my eyes, and Julia was fully aware of who it was before I came to my senses. She’s probably been awakened a few times this way while sleeping in her car.
“Damn it, put your clothes on,” I whisper while sliding quickly into my pants. “I knew this was gonna happen.” Jules unlocks the car when the cop taps again. I place my hands on my legs as he opens the door and shines the light in both of our faces.
“Miss?” He looks at Jules. “You here against your will?” His voice is burly and direct.
“No, definitely not,” she replies. “And I’m not a prostitute either.”
The light does a dance through her car, darting along the front seats and around the floor.
“ID’s,” he says.
I keep a straight face, one hand on my leg while the other reaches for my wallet in my back pocket. He has his hand on his gun and I notice his car parked on the other side of the restroom. He must have arrived when I was cumming or I would’ve heard him drive up.
“Age?” he asks while looking at our drivers licenses.
“Twenty-two,” Jules sighs.
“It’s on my license,” I reply.
“Don’t get smart,” he says. He shakes his head and shines the light into our faces again. “That your Tacoma parked just past the entrance?”
“Yes.”
“The park’s closed for the season, that’s why the barricade’s in place,” he scolds.
I nod.
“Don’t mean to scare you two, but a body was found along one of the western park trails earlier today. We’re keeping a watchful eye out until we can figure out exactly what happened. I suggest you find another spot to...” He flashes the light on my suit and then at Julia’s beat up car. “I think you can at least treat this woman to a hotel room.” He hands us back our ID’s. “Right, Mr. Jameson?”
Asshole. I fucking hate cops.
“Yes,” I respond.
“I don’t want to come across either one of you in these parts again, at least not until the beach reopens in April.” He turns off the light and steps back. “I’ll follow you out.” He waves his hand for us to get a move on. “Hurry up.”
“Take me to my truck then go to my place,” I whisper. “You’re not going anywhere else, but home with me.”
FIRST LIGHT
The morning sun warms my feet. I’m in bed with one arm under Julia and a hand stroking her soft straight hair. I grin as her chest heaves from a thirty-minute workout with my tongue. It was something I wanted to do last night but we were both too exhausted to fool around. She fell asleep in my arms straightaway and slept soundly, probably for the first time in months.
“You off today?” I ask.
“Yeah, I was going to look for another job then unpack a few things.” She rolls toward me. “If the offer still stands.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re staying in the room next to mine and I’m changing your schedule from six to eight hour shifts. That will give you full-time benefits. This wasn’t a half-assed bargain to get laid, Jules. I want you here, safe and sound.”
The astonished glow on her face affects my heart in unforeseen ways. “You’re the nicest...”
“Don’t say it.” I stand and pull on my boxers with a grin. “You’ll damage my ego.”
“Does this mean you won’t be fucking anyone else?”
“No need,” I say under my breath.
I head downstairs and retrieve the breakfast cart, sip my juice, and bite into my daily dry toast. The local paper has arrived with the food and, just like the cop mentioned, the front-page headline announces that a body’s been found. I was hoping a black bear would’ve devoured Roland before anyone came across the body. Too bad the bears missed out.
After reading that the cops have no leads, I toss the local paper but save the Los Angeles Times for later, bringing it and the rest of the food upstairs to Julia.
I hand her my glass and set the plate on the bed before running my fingers down the front of her chest, stopping over her pussy.
“It’s nice waking up with a woman in my bed,” I say, watching her eat a grape and sip her juice. “Have you been using the tanning beds by the weight room to keep your skin this bronze?”
She nods. “I hope that’s alright. I thought you said staff could use the facilities.”
“It is. I was just wondering.”
“You mean wondering if I spent my money on frivolous things, like going to a tanning salon?”
“Of course not,” I sit next to her, “just thinking about you... you’ve been putting on a good show.”
“How so?” She takes a bite of toast and another sip of juice.
“The way you’ve kept yourself together. Your clothing, hair, and makeup are always in order and you smell like you recently showered whenever we’re together.”
“Well, I’m not a hobo.”
“Yeah, but even your pussy’s soft and clean.”
“Duh, I wanted to impress you.”
“Why?”
“Why not? And why would I show up at your door wearing my period panties?”
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nbsp; I laugh and walk over to my dresser. “I’m glad you’re here, Jules.”
“Good, now I get to ask you why. Why are you glad I’m here?”
“Because now I can eat your pussy whenever I want.” I smirk.
“Ha! You can get it whenever you want even when I’m not living here. Try again.”
“Nope.”
“Mark.” She wants an answer.
“Come on,” I hold out my hand for her to follow me to the shower, “let’s get ready.”
She follows me through the master bath, to the back where I turn on the light to my separate shower room. And as expected, she’s wide-eyed and in awe of the mosaic scene of Lake Tahoe that covers the shower wall.
“Holy shit,” she says and runs her hand along the tiles. “It’s beautiful... and huge. I bet you could fit four people in this shower.”
I turn on the water and slip out of my boxers. “Five.”
She eyes my dick then shakes her head in disappointment of where it’s been. “I don’t want to hear about that experience.”
“Not every story’s sexual.”
“With you it has been.”
“Not this time. I promise. I know because when my sister and her family visited after the hotel first opened, her two kids wanted to know how many people could fit in the shower. The answer is five.”
“Ahh, that’s cute.”
“Not really. Her kids are little a-holes,” I say while she washes her hair. I step in, and for once, continue the conversation like I’m a normal human being. “One of her kids thought it’d be funny to turn on the water and soak everyone’s clothing, and then decided to take a piss.”
“In here?” She looks down.
“It was a long time ago, trust me, my place is clean.”
“I bet they’re not that bad. What are their names?”
I lather my body and hers, taking my time with her tits before rinsing off and answering her question.
“Daxton Snow and Xavier Hail. The Everton boys, only they’re nothing like my brother-in-law and it’s a shame they have to carry his last name. I’m convinced they’re a hundred percent Jameson.”
“Are you making this up? Those can’t be their names.”
“You can’t make this kind of shit up.”
“And what’s your sister’s name? Like, Xandra Rain?”
“That’s good.” I smile while rinsing my hair. “Clever. It’s actually Sophia, but her husband’s name is Cove.”
“Okay, now I know you’re kidding. Cove? I bet you don’t even have a sister.”
“Trust me,” I step out and towel off, “she’s real.”
“I’ll believe you if you show me a photo.”
I hand her a towel and dress, having other plans for the day besides looking at photographs of my fucked up family.
“You wouldn’t be able to tell we’re related from a photograph. She looks just like my father.”
“Mark?” She slips into black silk panties and a red and black polka-dot bra. “Are you feeling okay? It’s like I woke up next to a completely different man. You’re actually talking to me and you haven’t broken anything... yet.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yeah, but I never thought I’d actually make it to this point. And I know this discussion is probably killing you right now.”
I push her against the bathroom counter, forcing her to bend over. Her hair is wrapped around my hand in a tight grip and her head lifts to view our reflection in the mirror. “This better?” I kick her legs apart and rub my dick on her ass. “I’m still the same domineering bastard from yesterday, my head’s constantly replaying that fuck from last night, and I can’t wait for you to feel my cock again. The last time I had pussy as tight as yours, I was a teenager. You want to take a hard one now or later?”
“You’re back,” she laughs. “Later, please. I want to enjoy the nice side of you before it disappears... unless you just showed me it’s already hidden away.”
Turning her around and lifting her chin, I dish out my best look of adoration.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
“Ugh. Why are women so fucking obsessed with kissing?” I shrug her off and reach for my toothbrush.
“Damn it, I should’ve stopped while I was ahead.”
“Porn stars don’t kiss.”
“Oh, is that what you call yourself, a porn star? Being with a lot of women doesn’t make you a porn star, Mark Jameson. You’re not that good.”
“No, but working for Jameson Industries does. It was my life for years and you should know about it before you become too infatuated.”
“What?” she whispers.
“Look,” I lean against the counter with my arms crossed, “I’m not used to a woman getting stuck in my head, and I’m trying not to be a prick. You’re here and it’s time to get some things out in the open, then you can decide whether or not you want to take the leap into my world, and if not, you still have a free room until you get back on your feet. Or, if you want me to shut the hell up, we can continue to fuck and forget about all the rest.”
“Wait, you really were a porn star?”
“And what the hell do you mean, I’m not that good? I was one of my father’s top men. Only second to my brother-in-law.”
“What? This isn’t even making any sense to me right now. Your father forced you to screw people in his company?”
“He didn’t force me.”
“And your sister’s husband was in it too? I need to sit down.” She paces, looking for a chair. “Jesus. I knew you were a man whore, but I didn’t think you got paid for being one, like a prostitute. So you’ve been with hundreds of women?” She shakes her head.
“Over a thousand.”
“And I’ve been with two men... only one by choice.”
“Three, if you remember last night. And I think you’re overreacting.”
“Gah! Thank fuck you used a condom. Screw this, I can’t compete with your past.”
“It’s not a contest, and I’m clean.”
She pauses and digs through her bag for makeup. “You’re absolutely right, it’s not a contest.” She puckers her lips and applies a coat of pink lipstick. “I wish I could get you out of my head.”
“Is that what you want?”
“What I want is not to be one of those women. You’ve sampled an entire army of vaginas, but I guarantee the people who spread eagle for you don’t give two shits about their bodies. I’ve always thought of myself as being better than that.” She raises her hands and shows off her figure. “I want a guy who thinks I’m special, not someone who finds me weak or easy prey.”
“You’re definitely not weak.”
“And I’m not a sex toy.” She puts her hands on her hips. “If I show you a good time you sure as hell better reciprocate.”
“Of course.” Fuck, she’s in control again.
“That doesn’t happen in porn. The guy gets off and the girl gets nothing. I won’t allow you to treat me that way.”
“You’re taking this to an extreme.”
“You were a fucking porn star! This sucks. I don’t want someone who’s going to fuck me then try to fuck my best friend the next day.”
“That’s not exactly what we do or what I did. It was years ago anyway.”
“Oh yeah? So what did you do?”
My head shakes incessantly. There’s no way I’m going to take this conversation that far. “It’s not important.”
“So why even bring it up?”
“I’m starting to ask myself the same question,” I exhale. “Because I thought you wanted more from me and this is the simplest thing to start with.”
“It’s what? The simplest thing? For Christ’s sake, next you’re going to tell me you’re a serial killer.”
I laugh and look at the floor. “You know that’s not true or you’d already be dead.”
“Not funny.”
“Whatever happened to liking me because I’m mysterious and
a little dangerous? Don’t you think it’s cool in any way? The guy you’re with is a former porn star. Your friends will find it fascinating.” I smirk.
“No, it’s gross.” She sets her ass against the counter and rubs her temples, possibly thinking of a way to get out of this situation. It takes her forever to speak again. “Alright...”
I wait, but she doesn’t say what that means.
“What? Alright, what?”
“Alright, I think I can handle this... maybe.” Her hand touches my dick and our eyes lock. “I hate the fact that this thing has had so much fun without me, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not insecure about pleasuring you now, especially knowing trained women have had their way with you. I had hoped to impress you, but I guess that’s impossible.”
“Jules, you...”
“Shh.” My cock’s released, as I’m hushed. “But, I did impress you, didn’t I? I’m the one standing next to you and not Chloe, or any of your past whores.”
“You’re like a breath of fresh air,” I whisper. “Your reaction alone is enough to put a smile on my face, not to mention your maturity in wanting to try to move past this so quickly.”
I can’t believe these words are coming out of my mouth. If my father was still around and he heard this shit, he’d slam my head against a wall and call me pussy-whipped. Then he’d hand me a shot of liquor and tell me who to fuck next.
“Come here.” I pull her closer and place my hand on the side of her face. Her tongue glides across her lips, yearning for my mouth.
“So according to you, you’re not a porn star anymore,” she says. “They may not kiss, but real men sure as hell do. Show me. I want a long passionate one, not some short five second peck like you usually give me.”
My lips press softly to hers and my dad instantly returns to my mind. The bastard will live inside my head forever.
He kicks in the door of one of the bedrooms in his mansion, pulling me off a new hire in his company. A woman no older than eighteen and scared shitless, probably her first time on camera.
“You fucking son of a bitch. Get up,” my father yells.
