by Aven Jayce
Jack makes a quick turn, shocked by her words.
“This is one of those moments we’ve discussed. Are you going to be proud of him for being like you? Or punish him and hope he turns out to be different? Forcing someone to change never works, remember?”
A drop of water from the washcloth hits the ceramic floor every few seconds. Pat... pat... pat. Jack looks at the two of us, his head turning back and forth to see who’s going to speak next. We stand in silence, my cock wanting to slap her face, but my brain surrendering like a pussy. Everything always comes down to cock and pussy.
“Look into my eyes,” I demand, peering over my son’s head and at her face. “You wanna get bitch-slapped?” I say half-jokingly.
“Do you wanna get bitch-slapped, knocked out, and wake up with a soda can shoved up your ass?” She crosses her arms, apparently not joking, but her words are too comical for me not to crack a smile. “First, stitch your own stab wound. What the fuck did you say to piss him off anyway?”
“Dang.” He raises a brow.
“And we’re not hiding our love for one another from him, or anything else for that matter. It’s unhealthy. This is who we are, how we speak to one another, and yes, Jack,” she looks down at him, “the circumstances that led you here suck, and I’m sorry you lost your mom, but we’re thrilled to have you in the hotel. I mean that... although you’re going to have to deal with some badass shit that Mark better be open about. Living at the Jameson isn’t going to be easy, not at first, but it will be worse if we walk around on eggshells trying to please you... change you...” she points her finger at my wound, “or act like we’re a couple of virgin unicorn fairies who don’t appreciate a good stabbing.”
“What the fuck?” He turns to me. “Dad?”
I’m trying not to get an erection from her words. Leave it to Jules to make me fully understand that at this moment, Jack’s either in my life one hundred percent, or not at all. Fuck, she’s the best.
“Fine,” I exhale. “I’ll try a different tactic. What she means is I shouldn’t be upset by your actions, considering the things I’ve done in my past. Whether you like it or not, a part of me is inside you... cool it... put an end to the rolling eyes and unpleasant faces. Pay attention. You were timid and wussed out when you felt the blade cut into my flesh. You wanted to stab me, but backed off before any serious damage was done. You either have to kill or be killed.”
“Ugh,” she objects. “You’re really bad at this.”
“Well what the fuck? Then you talk, little Miss Hotshot,” I turn to my son, “and you stitch.”
His hands continue to shake as he pierces my skin, following my directions to the best of his ability. He looks up for approval and I toss a hand gesture his way to hurry things along.
“Mark, if you want some parenting advice,” she says. “Do the opposite of what your dad would’ve done in this situation and you’ll get it right.”
“Tie a knot and clip the end,” I command while ignoring her comment. “That’s good. Perfect. How do you feel?”
There’s a long pause, a forceful swallow, and a quivering hand setting the needle on the counter before he speaks.
“Lonely,” he whispers.
I stare at our reflections in the mirror. His medium-length, blonde hair is greasy from not showering for three days and dark circles outline his blue eyes. Add a foot to his height and another sixty pounds and I’d be looking at my clone. “Jack.” I lift his chin. “I’m here for you, in spite of all the shit you’ve thrown my way, and besides the fact you were a dumbass last year and took off with a bundle of cash... no matter what you do and how much you hate me, I’ll be here for you. But I have to say, loving you would be a hell of a lot easier if you didn’t jab me with a knife. Got it?”
Jules rubs antibiotic ointment over the stitched flesh as I continue holding his chin, waiting for an answer. She positions her head between us, looking closely at the sutures before covering them with a bandage.
“Good as new. Next time we’ll use duct tape.”
He smiles at her playfulness; the first I’ve seen his face light up in ages. And she seems comfortable with kids, the type of stepparent who’s bold and in charge, yet considerate of everyone’s feelings. Her behavior might be a pleasant change for him compared to the usual frustration and anger he experiences with me. She’ll end up being the good cop while I continue being bad. Good, bad, badass, whatever... “all is well in my hotel as long as I’m bringing in money and can retain an exquisite pussy to fuck.”
“What are you mumbling? Did you say exquisite pussy? Mark, put your shirt back on and stop daydreaming. Let’s get him set up so we can relax. I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Jack hauls out of the room like a peregrine falcon, performing a stairwell dive to clutch his prey... and to a sixteen-year-old, that’s his can of Coke and whatever other scraps he can find in my fridge. “I’m not staying in this suite while the two of you fuck,” he says.
His back is turned when I reach the bottom of the stairs and I feel like I’m talking to a wall. “And I’m not discussing my sex life with you. Nothing’s going to happen when you’re around anyway... and if you’re hungry, you can eat in the restaurant or order room service. I don’t have much besides crackers and bread in here.”
“What room am I in?”
“Your room is right up those stairs.” I point to the second floor guest bedroom, comprehending his request, but worried about placing him in his own suite.
“You have like two hundred rooms,” his high-pitched voice is back. “It’s no different than if you owned a mansion and my bedroom was on the opposite end of the house from yours.”
“It’s completely different.”
“No, it’s not,” Jules says, joining us on the main floor. “He doesn’t know anyone in this town, he has no car, no friends to sneak out with...” She opens a drawer in the kitchen and hands him a key card. “And if he was going to run away he’d already be gone, besides, it’s obvious he’s in love with money as much as you are. He won’t disappear until he saves up enough cash, but hopefully by then we’ll have won him over. Right, Jack?” She bumps his arm and he nods in approval, flashing a listen to your girl grin my way.
“Dad, if I can stay home alone, I sure as fuck can stay in a hotel room by myself. Pretend I’m in my bedroom, which will be the truth.”
I rub my forehead, wishing I could eradicate the last week of arguments and events from my mind. This is bullshit. Total fucking bullshit. “I don’t think you’re stable enough to be alone.”
“Oh, screw you.” He grabs his bag and walks out.
“Jack, wait!”
I scowl at the sound of the slamming door. My kid’s gonna swipe that card in every reader until he sees a green light and hears a click.
“What the fuck... now what?” I take a pile of mail from the kitchen counter and toss it into my office doorway. The envelopes scatter along the floor and Jules gives me a pissy look.
“At his age he needs a little freedom. Trusting him will bring him closer to you.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Calm the fuck down and stop pacing. What are you so furious about anyway?” She pours me a shot of bourbon and I toss it back then hold out the glass for a second.
“He stabbed me, remember?”
“Yes, Mark, I remember,” she says in a condescending tone. “It’s possible you deserved it.” Her fingers do a provocative waltz down my chest, tumbling to my zipper where I watch her hand disappear inside my jeans. “Not hard for me yet?”
“Jumping right in? No conversation, no nothing? You just wanna fuck? Is that all I’m good for?”
She finger fucks her mouth with an expression of lust. Very amusing. I’ve missed her, especially moments such as this when I know there’s no turning back from a hard and sweaty fuck.
She licks her hand and coats my shaft, bringing it toward her in short jerks. It only takes a few
seconds to get erect, pre-cum and all... and watching her mouth open ever so slightly... mmm, what a tease.
“I’m not going to give you some pansy-ass ‘I love you’ sensual bullshit fuck, like the one before I left on my trip. It’s been over a week since I filled your pussy with my cum and—”
“Dad?” Jack opens the door, waving the key card.
“Fuck.” I pull back and zip. “What?”
“Ah, fuck! That’s sickening!” He emits an exaggerated gag and turns swiftly around. “Hurry up and tell me what room I’m in before I pass out in horror. Fuck, that was nastiest thing I’ve ever...”
“Sorry,” she mouths to me.
“... and I’ll never, ever, ever, be the same! The suite... tell me what suite! Hurry, so I can get outta here!”
“It’s the one directly on the opposite end of the hotel,” she says.
“The big one?” He turns back in higher spirits. “Hell, yeah.” The slamming door is repeated as he rushes out.
“You gave him the dark suite?”
“Why do you call it that? If anything, you’re living in a dark suite. That one’s pretty. I had housekeeping get it ready for him and it’s packed with food—teenage boy food. I also left an iPad on the counter. Let him shower and relax for the night. If he’s anything like the rest of your family, he’s desperate for some time away from you... Mark, stop pacing. You always wanted him here.”
“Yeah, for a weekend.”
“You sought custody at one point.”
“Only because I didn’t want my ex to win. It was a lot different when I could send him back to Philly.”
“Oh, so you’re one of those?”
“No, I’m not one of those. You know I love him, but his spoiled brat act needs to stop.”
She laughs with a quick tilt of her head toward the ceiling. “What? Who’s the spoiled brat around here?”
“Don’t start with me, I’ve had a miserable time away from my hotel, my knives, and my woman.”
She crosses her arms. “Really, in that order?”
“Yep, my weed too. Good thing I was able to connect with an old friend from high school who’s a pothead. I never would’ve made it through the week without—”
“Stop pacing!”
“You’re right. We need to fuck.”
She laughs as her body’s lifted over my shoulder.
“God, I’m glad I went on the pill. Hey, careful you don’t trip carrying me up these stairs... Mark! Slow down! The last thing either one of us needs is a broken neck... ouch, watch my foot on the doorframe.”
“Strip, spread ‘em, and call out ‘Mark’ in your sluttiest voice so I know you’re enjoying my brutish attack.”
“I do enjoy your—”
“Not fast enough.” A baby powder perfume fills the air as I yank open her shirt, sending the buttons of her blouse bouncing onto the hardwood floor. They mimic the cascading snow outside my windows, covering the ground in frozen white dots. “Don’t waste time with a response, just do it.”
“Okay, Mr. Prick.” Her shorts, underwear, and bra drop to the floor and then she struts to the bed in a drama queen runway walk, her ass deliberately taunting me before positioning herself for play.
“Nice. You looking for a bitch fuck?” She’s on all fours with her ass held high. “Are you giving me a choice between the high road or the low?”
She tries to nod, but one hand’s already wrapped around her hair while the other’s unzipping my jeans. “Fuck yeah, I’m free from solitary confinement. Welcome back, big boy.”
“Already with your dumbass comments?”
“Quiet. I’m excited. We haven’t been apart from one another since we first got together last fall, and my time away has left me craving you even more. I’ve missed being able to admire your face and pussy each day. And heads-up, I didn’t beat off while I was in Philly. I’ve been saving a big cum shot all for you.”
“Because?” she laughs.
I release her hair so she can relax.
“Because.” My eyes close, hearing her pleasurable sigh as I possess her pussy. “Because.” I take a slow ride in and clench my jaw, feeling a heavy compression around my cock.
“Say it,” she speaks affectionately. “Pleasure me with kind words before we fuck.”
My weight shifts and she’s pinned to the bed, my chest against her back and my arms next to her head. This position’s her favorite—I can give her light kisses along her shoulder blades, ending with a tender tug on her neck.
“Whisper sweet words into my ear,” she pleads. “Make me cum from your soft voice before you fuck me hard.”
I sneak in a few ass-tightening thrusts, unable to control my need for her flesh.
“Pleassse,” she repeats with a hiss. “Hold out for me.”
“Uh,” I expel, as my cock glides forward. I keep the position with curled toes and my arms wrapped around her chest. “You’re adored.” I kiss her ear. “I’m aware of everything you desire. I know when your nipples beg to be kissed, can sense when your body craves a slow tongue fuck, and can predict when you want my dick to glisten from your wet pussy.”
She moans as I work my hips back and forth, her hand creeping underneath and resting over her clit.
“Move your fingers if it’ll help.”
“No,” she whispers. “I simply want the pressure there... keep talking.”
I bite her shoulder and hold her waist as she tries to push against me.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day. You daydreamed about my erect cock, caressed it in your hand, and then lowered to your knees to suck me off. You love my dick in your mouth as much as it loves being there.”
Another sweet moan fills my ears.
“But you love it even more when my cock is in your pussy.” I place my hand behind her head and nudge forward, burrowing further inside. “I’m in charge, and I demand you follow my lead. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says in a compliant voice, turning her head for a kiss. Our lips join briefly and I exhale, gliding faster as I begin...
“How many men did you imagine fucking while I was gone?”
She entertains me with a clever response, “Twenty-two... and they all looked exactly like you, only bigger.”
I grin, kissing her upper arm as we fuck. “Did you make them... did you make me lick your pussy? Did my tongue swirl around your clit until your lips quivered and you could no longer breathe?”
“Yes.” Her body tightens as I gift her a satisfying visual of getting eaten out. “I love to lick and suck every inch of you, rub your tits, and ride you until you cum.” I replace her finger with my own, massaging her flesh as I speak. “I bet I fucked you hard in your fantasies. Did you picture me dragging my tongue along your sensitive clit and flicking your soft pussy lips?” My dick comes out and a finger goes in. “You feel me down there? I love you, Jules. I want more.”
The slow start is over. She gets flipped on her back, her legs pulled up, and my dick’s rapidly inside.
“You okay to do this?” She touches the bandage covering my stitches.
“As long as my heart continues to beat, we’ll continue to fuck. A couple of measly stitches won’t keep my cock out of your pussy.”
She smiles as I lean in, her lips wet on mine and tasting like strawberries, one of her favorite desserts... it’s something I’ve missed, both the comfort of her lips and their taste.
Jules isn’t flashy and she’s not the type who needs to be the center of attention. Her natural beauty and confidence, along with the fresh scent of her skin will cause any man’s head to turn. You can’t help but marvel at her, and lucky me, I get to look, touch, and stick.
Her tongue swipes her lips as she peers at my dick. “You wanna lick it, don’t you?” She nods, opens wide, and I dive in. “Yeah,” I exhale. “Damn, sometimes I wish I had two dicks so I could enjoy your mouth and your pussy at the same time.”
I can feel her smile as she sucks me off. Her mouth tight, head bobbing... and she loves to watch. Her eyes stalk my length as it glides in, then she looks at my chest and abs when I ride back. “You’re such a good fuck, beautiful.”
I’m serious when I say that. It’s the biggest turn on when a woman, my woman, is open to anything and everything. And she lets me home my dick wherever I... fuck, I better stop before I cum.
“Wait... uh, slow.” I slide out as her sly tongue maneuvers start, but she grabs my nuts and drags me back in. “No,” I groan. “Fuck, I’m close. Let me finish getting you off first.”
She doesn’t. Damn her, I’m gonna cum.
“Jules... not yet.”
She turns her head with a smirk and I’m freed.
“Five more seconds and you would’ve had a mouthful.”
“I like my fantasy men better. They’d cum and then be up and ready to fuck a minute later.”
“Silence.” I pin her wrists by her side and storm over her. My groin rubs rhythmically against her clit as we continue to fuck.
“God, that feels amazing,” she says. Her cheeks are flush... she’s close... head’s back... neck fully exposed... I feel it. She’s cumming. “Mark.” My hair’s gripped tightly. “Yes!”
“Shit.” My fingernails dig into her ass while my entire body begins a pursuit, causing the headboard to hit the wall. Thwack. Thwack. “Shit,” I repeat in a heavy pant. “I’m...” Thwack. “Fuck!”
She cries out as her pussy spasms around my cock. Thwack. The headboard sounds like it’s splitting in two. Thwack.
“Uh, Jules!” I call out.
Her hands streak down my back searching for something to grasp. She locks onto my shoulder then hauls me closer, needing my mouth to entomb her final screams. Damn, this is a good one.
Thwack. Thw-thwack.
The bed quiets, my lips part, and I whisper while I cum, “Good pussy brings you back to life after being responsible for death.”
“What?” She sets her hands on my chest, trying to slow me down.
