Good Lord: Woolf Tales 2

by Viva Gold

  “Get under the table on your knees and suck me.” Remi wasted no time on niceties; instead he clamped his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor. I wriggled under the table and he stepped closer to the edge so I couldn’t be seen at all if someone came in to the room. My knees protested against the hardness of the original parquet flooring but I was desperate for another taste of him. Remi was fast becoming a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I popped the button on his jeans and unzipped his fly.

  “Commando?” I squeaked. That was confidence for you.

  “I like to plan for any opportunity that presents itself. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

  I did as I was told holding my head forward eagerly anticipating his cock. Remi placed a heavy hand on the back of my neck using the other one to hold his cock which he repeatedly used to slap my tongue and face. I closed my eyes as come stung like a motherfucker, but also to heighten the sense of excitement. I reached for my own groin and pushed down hard on my erection. Remi saw and kicked my hand away. “Do not touch your fucking cock, bitch. I did not give you permission.”

  The reprimand in his deep voice made me even harder but I didn’t move quickly enough and so he kicked me again harshly. My cock swelled and my pulse raced and my body felt hot. I could feel my boxers dampening and knew there was a very real probability I was going to ejaculate in my pants. I made pleading eyes with Remi and he indicated I could free my cock from my jeans. I sighed as the cool air hit my throbbing member but it was a short relief.

  Remi grabbed my head and held me still while he slid the length of his rigid penis into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. I tasted the burst of salty pre-come immediately and hummed with pleasure. “Jesus!” Remi jerked at the vibrations so I did it again. He slapped my face. “Stop!” My eyes went wide. “You’ll make me come too quickly.” I grinned around his girth and when I had his attention I slowly swallowed. “Oh, fuck Boy, you really shouldn’t push me.” I immediately let his cock slip from my mouth.

  “Don’t ever call me your fucking Boy. I mean it Remi; I will not be your Boy.” I must have looked a right sight kneeling at his feet like a good little sub. I could feel my lips were swollen and wet and my own engorged erection was protruding obscenely towards him, but I refused to be party to that kind of dynamic. There was only one man I would allow to dominate me in that sense and Isadore Woolf already had a more than willing Boy.

  “Are you asking or telling?” Remi had not released his hold on my nape. I wanted to so badly to say it had been a request but my pride wouldn’t allow me the reprieve of what would have been a lie. I knew his reaction was going to be harsh.

  “It’s not a request.” My voice trembled but I had to be true to myself. I chewed on my lip waiting for the blow that would surely accompany his rage but instead Remi reached down and hauled me upright so that we were face to face.

  “I am sorry cher. I will not call you Boy, but I do want you to be mine.” Then Remi kissed me. He placed all his emotion into it and I felt it radiate through my body. My skin erupted with goose bumps while my cock re-filled and my knees went weak. Remi had yet again thrown me for a loop with his unpredictable reactions. He was like no one I had ever met before and despite my initial concern over the age difference, I realised now it was irrelevant to the dynamic we shared. As if to cement the fact that he agreed not to try and be my Dom, Remi took us both in hand. His fist grasped our solid cocks and the friction of his hand and his cock along the length of my own was incredible. The velvet skin of his hot shaft compared with his cool callused palm was electrifying and I was gasping and moaning into his mouth. If I could have climbed him like a tree I would have impaled myself on to him such was my need to be filled with him.

  “I love what you do to me Remi.” I whispered against the skin of his throat before I sucked on his Adam’s apple. He grunted as he continued to jack us and moments later I was spilling into his hand. “Finish me off.” Remi pleaded in a raspy tone that sent shivers down my spine. I slid willingly to the floor and sucked his cock into my mouth like it was the oxygen I needed to breath. I deep throated him in the spectacular manner I was renowned for and he came with a stifled moan shooting hot spurts of spunk down my throat. I swallowed every last drop then grabbed his hand and licked it clean. Remi growled his approval and it made my heart thump.

  “Boys!” My mother’s shrill cry broke the post coital silence with her ironic choice of words. “Are you nearly done?” I could hear her shoes squeaking ever nearer while we scrambled to straighten our clothes and regain some composure. “Ah, there you are. What’s that…” Oh God, she sniffed the air then turned towards us with an accusatory look on her face. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips before marching over to the French doors to let some air in. I exhaled in relief but it was short lived. “Seriously? In the dining room?”

  My eyebrows shot up. Wait, what? She wasn’t admonishing us for basically getting down and dirty but that we had done it in the dining room? I let my extremely red face fall into my hands.

  “Many apologies Charlie, it is entirely my fault. I cannot resist Jason for more than a few minutes; he is more delicious than all of the exquisite pastries in France.” I groaned, that sounded cheesy even for a Frenchman. I peeked through my fingers to find my mother’s face arranged in an expression of absolute worship. What the fuck? She wasn’t falling for Remi’s bullshit surely, and who did he think he was trying to schmooze my mother with tall tales of adoration?

  “Oh please,” I ignored the flash of warning Remi shot me. “We were both feeling horny. Nothing more, nothing less.” I fiddled with the waistband of my jeans not daring to look Remi in the eye. My stomach rolled at the look of disappointment on my mother’s face which I feared would be reflected on my cousin’s too.

  “Jason, dear; a word.” My mother crooked her finger at me and I shuffled off after her feeling about twelve years old. I trailed behind as she made her way upstairs to her dressing room. “Sit.” She pointed to the battered old armchair that I had loved to sit in as a child and watch her getting ready for a night out. My mum was a glamourous woman and witnessing the stages of her preparations was always a thrill to me. It became my safe place over the years and somewhere I could consort privately with her on a variety of matters not suitable for anyone else’s ears, least of my father’s. Whilst he had no issues with my being gay, he preferred not to hear about some of the fleshier aspects of my life. Mother, on the other hand, grilled me for them. I suspected, however, that now was not the case.

  “I leave you alone for one night; one night.” Charlie was cross. I opened my mouth to respond but the woman was on a roll. “He’s barely out of teenage years and I can’t trust you to keep your dick in your pants!” Mother had her hands on her hips and her scary face on. My mouth was still open. “He’s your cousin for God’s sake. What will I tell your father and cousin Marc; oh my God you are such a menace.”

  I huffed at her and crossed my arms ready to do battle. “Listen to me Mother; I did not seduce my cousin, quite the opposite. Remi is not the sweet, respectful boy you think he is, far from it. We didn’t just have a meaningless ‘quickie’ downstairs; we seem to be absurdly insatiable for one another.” My mother huffed. “I do sincerely apologise for making the dining room stink of sweat and spunk.” She was not easily shocked or offended anymore. She’d been my parent long enough after all. “But you caught me unprepared and it was a knee jerk reaction to be flippant about it. I suppose I have some sucking up to do with Remi now.”

  “I think it’s enough with the sucking Jason dear. Let the boy have some space. I think you might really have upset him.” Mum nudged me into the deep recesses of the chair and wedged herself in next to me. “I think we could use a little time together anyway. I’ve neglected you and I want you to tell me what’s going on to make you so skinny and sad. It breaks my heart when you’re unhappy.”

  “Oh Mum.” I felt the trickle of tears roll down the back of my thro
at. My emotions were all over the place recently and I really wanted to unburden. “I can’t.”

  “Jason my darling boy, I carried you in my body for nine long, long months. I was the first one to get anywhere near your precious arse, and I am also the woman who lived through your teenage angst filled femme years. I met all your boyfriends and even took you to buy your first enema pack. Do you think there is anything you could tell me that can compete with that? It’s not every mother’s dream to have to educate their child on the mechanics of sex let alone gay sex. I did it because I love you and wanted you to be safe and happy.”

  My eyes stung and my nose twitched. “You’ll think badly of me.”

  “Perhaps but you’re my son so…”

  So, I broke down and told Mum about the Twins. She met them during Adam’s trial but had no idea I was in a relationship with them. I noticed her raised eyebrows but she was good to her word and never passed judgement. Charlie was undoubtedly the person I loved most in this world and I sent a silent prayer of thanks to God for making her my mother. I told her G & T were good to me and I loved them but not as much as they needed to love each other. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the fact they were brothers but I knew she believed me that it wasn’t anything sordid. Now, what to tell her about Remi.

  “I like Remi and we’re not really cousins.” I blurted out.

  “No, I suppose there is that.” She played with my hair while I spoke to her and I found my mother’s touch soothing.

  “He is a unique individual and not the person he portrays to the world. Not entirely anyway.”

  “Are any of us dear?” My mother cocked her head at me. I chuckled because right there and then I realised where I got my moves from.

  “We have discovered many mutual, shall we say, sexual preferences. A little bit kinky and somewhat unusual, but entirely consensual before you get worried.”

  “Hmm.” Charlie ran her finger over a bruise on my collar bone. “I won’t pretend to understand it or like it for that matter.”

  “He can be extremely gentle too. Actually, he’s everything amazing.” A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. The more I vocalised the developing bond between Remi and me, the more I realised just how much I had fallen for him. I was terribly anxious I had hurt him with my thoughtless response earlier, demeaning his beautiful words. I was a stupid and selfish idiot. “I have to go.” I struggled to get up out of the chair. After everything Remi had told me about Henri mistreating him, I had done no better. It was obvious he had lingering trust issues and I had spectacularly damaged what little faith he had in me, of that I was certain.

  I raced out of Mummy’s dressing room down the long hall to Remi’s room. The door was ajar and my heart thudded in my chest. I flung the door open and froze.

  “Nooooo. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  Drawers hung open and clothes were strewn everywhere. He had clearly grabbed a few essentials and made a hasty exit. I ran to the window but there was no sign of him. I was too late. My foolish mouth had ruined things for me and the stark realisation shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces.

  Through a veil of tears, I ran to my room. Pulling on my leathers I grabbed my helmet and jammed it on my head. All I wanted was to be on the Harley riding through the country lanes around the estate letting the wind fill my head until I could no longer think or feel.

  CHAPTER 10

  “I swear to fucking God that is the last time I’m letting you take my bike!” Izzy’s voice bellowed down the line.

  “Sorry.” I whined for the hundredth time.

  “What were you thinking Jason? You could have been killed?” I recognised the hint of fear and worry in his tone. I had heard it too many times after Adam had been attacked and my stomach rolled with guilt. The poor man had been through enough.

  “I’m really fine.” A few scrapes and scratches from where the bike had skidded on a wet patch and I’d ended up in a hedge, but thankfully nothing worse. On such a powerful motorbike, it was a miracle. The Harley was blessedly undamaged and I’d driven home on it feeling very sorry for myself.

  “Right, well, I need to see for myself. I’m coming up; see you in about twenty minutes. Tell your man to get the helipad ready.” The line disconnected before I had the chance to object.

  “Izzy’s on his way. He’s coming in his chopper.”

  I was in the kitchen with my parents. Cook had made us all cups of sweet tea and had produced a yummy fruit cake from somewhere which I was currently picking at. I let my Dad make the arrangements for Izzy’s landing while I braced myself for the outburst I knew was coming.

  “What the ever-loving fuck is going on with you Jason Greenall? How dare you scare us like that?” My father slammed his meaty fists onto the wooden table top and it felt like the entire room shook. Normally passive, it was nerve wracking to witness Ben lose his temper. I knew it was because he was worried.

  “Daddy.” I placed my hand on his forearm but he shook it off.

  “Don’t ‘Daddy’ me. Tell me what happened before Woolf gets here because sure as shit he’s going to lose it.” I was impressed with my father’s astute assessment of my boss as well as his unusually coarse language but I really was tired of anyone other than Remi telling me what to do.

  “Look, Remi and I are fucking, ok. I don’t know that it’s any of your business but you just keep pushing for the truth so there it is.” My father scowled. “You asked for the truth.”

  “Despite what you or your cousin seems to think, neither your mother nor I were born yesterday. Sex is not the issue – you behaving like a dumb fuck is.” Shit, Ben was mad. I don’t think I’d ever heard him swear so much in front of Charlie. She was holding up quite well though, and dare I say about my own Mum, but she looked a little turned on by her alpha husband. I shook my head to rid it of any unbidden thoughts on that subject.

  “I insulted him in front of Mummy by belittling something very special that he said about me. And, well, Remi had told me some things about his past and I should have known it would be a trigger but as usual I spoke before kicking my brain into gear. He left. End of.”

  Dad deflated a bit. “De La Roche.” He hissed.

  My eyebrows shot up into my hairline. “Wait, you know about Henri?”

  Now it was Dad’s turn to look surprised. He leaned forward. “You know about Henri?”

  “Remi told me.” I nodded.

  “Wow. Remi never speaks about him, ever. He must really trust you.”

  I swallowed several times feeling worse than ever. “Not helping, Dad.” I realised of course that there had to be much more to the story than Remi had disclosed to me. If his Dad had involved my Dad too, it was huge. I was almost scared to ask. “What happened?” I whispered. My throat was dry and a feeling of dread came over me.

  “Normally I would say it’s not my place to tell but in light of the situation it would help if you understood Remi a bit more.” Dad cut a slice of cake and Mum topped up our tea. They asked Cook to leave them. “Should we wait for Isadore, you know he’s only going to break you for the details anyway.”

  I grunted my acquiescence. My father was right, so we drank our tea and ate our cake and waited.

  Before long the dull thrum of a helicopter blade could be heard. As it became increasingly louder indicating Izzy was getting nearer my pulse began to race in anticipation of seeing the one man in my life I loved without reservation. The thought that I had disappointed him was galling. I had always been someone Izzy could rely on; I was his ‘go to’ person in all things both professional and personal and to have the tables turned made me feel like I’d failed him somehow.

  Loud footfall could be heard approaching; too loud for just Izzy and I groaned. Adam was with him, I should have guessed he would bring his husband to counter balance his bullish behaviour. Adam was my friend and I loved him dearly, but his relative innocence in what constituted a congenial relationship could be somewhat exhausting. He was all hearts and romance with
a regular helping of Izzy’s favourite flogger but it was all done within a loving, safe partnership. Remi’s brand of the rough stuff would shock Adam to the core and I worried he’d hate me for finding it such a turn on. Still, I wouldn’t be divulging any of that in front of my parents.

  The kitchen felt suddenly tiny with Adam and Izzy sucking all the air out of the room. They were equally imposing in their own way; Adam literally with his being six and a half feet tall and broad with muscles on muscles. His hair was beginning to grow back since having it cut short following his brutal attack, and he looked truly stunning. My dick twitched and I rolled my eyes mentally berating myself. Firstly, Adam was a mate; secondly, he was married to Isadore Woolf and woe betide anyone who even looked at Adam funny these days. My balls shrivelled to walnuts high into my body and I shivered. Izzy cocked his head at me and I swear he could read my thoughts, then of course I realised I had been staring at Adam slack jawed. I closed my mouth and swallowed switching my focus to Izzy.

  “For fuck’s sake.” I growled under my breath. The pair of them were trying to kill me I knew it. Izzy had obviously come straight from work as he was still wearing one of his bespoke tailored power suits. They were shaped to enhance his incredible physique and my mouth watered at every stretch and pull of the dark fabric as he moved.

  Adam ran to me and bundled me up into his massive arms squishing me to death. He planted kisses all over my face like an over excited puppy and instead of making me feel better the sting of tears at the back of my eyes reminded me why they were here. I was a bad person. I hung my head and Adam stepped back looking truly puzzled. Usually I would relish his affection making sure to reciprocate and if Izzy was in the room I always went overboard with the intention of riling him. Today, however, I felt like I would taint Adam with my filth.

  “Jase?” Izzy’s voice cracked. It shocked me. He took his turn to hold me and took a moment to rest his lips against my temple. “You’re really ok?” The gruff tone spoke volumes as to how emotional Izzy was feeling and I felt nauseous with guilt over worrying him. I nodded but didn’t trust myself to speak. “Can you tell me what’s going on with you?” I froze in his arms. I just couldn’t let my parents hear how depraved their son was. I knew they must have an idea as they were privy to Remi’s history but they didn’t need to know what we did together.