by Aven Jayce
“God, you have no idea. She’s not taking shit from anyone lately. You should have seen her at the Scarlett last week.”
“Your mother told me,” he laughs while searching through the in-flight TV channels. “I wish I had stopped by that night.”
“Dad,” I scold.
“I’m not referring to her whipping out her breasts... why did she do that again?”
I shrug, unable to decipher her unorthodox acts.
“Well, I meant her telling off and kicking out the underage guys that slipped by the front doorman. How the fuck did that happen anyway?”
“The doorman was new and let his friends in, Haverty immediately fired him. It was taken care of and it won’t happen again,” I say, adjusting my tie and the collar of my shirt.
“I guess not with your wife around. Maybe you should fire Haverty and hire her as head of security. Your mother said Sophia dragged one of the guys out by his ear. Luckily they didn’t call the cops. She shouldn’t touch the customers... why did she show her breasts again?”
He gets lost in his device as I picture my wife that evening. Her brown hair pulled back with a few strands framing her face. Dark lipstick, three-inch heels, and wearing that fucking tight black dress that makes my dick hard every time she puts it on. Fuck, better think about something other than that or I’m gonna have to jerk-off in one of those wretched airplane bathrooms. But then again... I grin and recall losing my virginity with Soph in such a small space. God, that was fucking amazing. More intimate than I thought it was going to be, my cock about to burst with anticipation.
Fuck, you assbag, you just got hard as a rock and you’re still hours away from your wife.
Shit.
CHAPTER ONE
When I hired Haverty as security for The Dark Scarlett he was a little reserved and self-absorbed. Now, after spending time together and promoting him to head of security for the wine bar and to protect our family, I can’t get the bastard to shut up. He tells me stories about his girlfriend, Alyssa, their two bulldogs, Prudence and Max, and the number of hours he spends in the gym each week. The guy has grown on me and I love the dumbass like a brother, the brother I never had, or the brother I always wanted. Fuck, my dick is still semi-erect and I can’t think straight. I just want to be with my wife.
“Feel like closing the Scarlett tonight?” I ask my father.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, it was a long trip.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Haverty cuts in from the driver’s seat of the Escalade. “Your son just wants to get his whistle wet.”
“You fucker,” I laugh. “The strangest fucking words fly out of your mouth at the most inopportune moments. Wet my whistle?” I respond under my breath. “At least my wife will let me fuck her in the middle of the night, while you’ll have to go home and beat your meat.”
“My Lord, I’m in a vehicle with a couple of fourteen-year-olds,” my father says. “You’re both in your mid-twenties, right? I didn’t just step into a car with two teenage boys, did I?”
“Your son is still pussy-whipped even though the honeymoon’s over.”
“Can you blame him?”
“Well, if my son asked me to do his job for him because he needed to go home and play hide the baloney, I’d make him tough it out. It’s not like he hasn’t gotten any in awhile.”
“It’s been five days...” I stop, before I make an even bigger fool of myself. “Fine, asshat. Drop me off at the Scarlett, take my father home, and then meet me back there to close. Who’s working tonight anyway?”
“The usual. Hollis has the door, two bartenders, four floor servers, that new college student we hired is on clean up, a few others.”
“Who’s on security?” I ask.
“Me.”
“Shit, aren’t you doing a fine job watching over the place.”
He peers at me through the rear view mirror. “Slow night, there was a severe thunderstorm before you landed. The city was dead this evening,” he responds. “I trust that Hollis can handle the few who are there. That new girl’s a bitch by the way. Your wife doesn’t like her at all.”
“Sophia has issues with most women. I blame her mother for that.”
“Well, you’ll see. There was a lot of tension between them while you were gone, and they were both at their worst this evening. I’m just warning you.”
“My wife didn’t mention anything.”
“Not surprised, she’ll take care of it herself, right?”
Damn, I can’t wait to see her. “She didn’t get drunk and flash her breasts again, did she?”
“No,” he shakes his head and chuckles. “That was great though, I wish she’d do it again.”
“Don’t you ever jerk off to Sophia’s nips, Hav.” I look at my father who just keeps shaking his head at our immature bickering. I suppose I better tone it down until I’m alone with Haverty and we can joke about dumbass shit in private.
“Here you go, big man,” he says, dropping me off in front of the Scarlett. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Thanks. Dad, do you mind taking my bag into our building? I’ll pick it up in the morning.”
“That’s fine, son.”
I nod and close the door. Haverty rolls down the front window and calls out before I step into the bar.
“Hey, Cove!” he shouts. “I forgot to tell you, some hot chick named Sophia’s working tonight as well.” He rolls up the window and I watch both him and my father laugh as the car disappears into the night.
“Fucker,” I whisper with a grin. I step inside and look for my wife. I haven’t been away from her for this long since the day we met, and although it’s a slow night, Haverty shouldn’t have left her alone in the bar. “Hollis, where’s Sophia?”
“One of the private rooms. She’s lying down.”
“Wasted?”
“Uh huh,” he nods.
There’s a twinge in my pants as I head to the back. It’s two in the morning and the last of the customers are clearing out as the workers begin to clean and close the place.
Red wine’s our specialty, after all this is a wine bar and why we named it The Dark Scarlett. But we also decided to spell Scarlett with two t’s, referencing a woman’s name and not just a deep red. I picture women named Scarlett to be fiery, passionate, badass wine drinkers. So yes, red wine’s the specialty here, but we offer some hard liquor and a few locally brewed beers as well.
My workers know me well... a little too well. One of the bartenders hands me a bottle of beer as I pass by. Sophia has them trained to cut me off after a few drinks, while she can get shit-faced and they’ll keep serving her until she’s crawling on the floor. Talk about someone’s who’s hypocritical. That woman.
I open the door to one of the private party rooms, and there, spread out on a sofa, arms over her head, black silk blouse unbuttoned showing off her fucking sweet body, skirt off and thrown on the floor, is that woman. Sophia Elizabeth Everton. Thank God she took my last name so I no longer have to see the word Jameson on our mail, or hear people use it in conversation. I hate being reminded of her shithead father. Man, this fucking woman. She knew I was coming and put herself on display to drive me mad. She’s fully aware that as soon as I set eyes on her that my cock will be twitching in my pants.
I take a swig of beer and lean alongside the doorframe, admiring the show. She’s not asleep, or passed out. She’s toying with me. I can tell by the way she’s trying her best to hold back a smile. Two can play this game.
I walk in and lock the door, dim the lights, and take another drink as I slip out of my shoes. “Hey beautiful, don’t you dare move from that position. Give me a second to catch up.”
Her smile grows, like my dick, and I can’t help but smirk while I undress. I make her wait while I finish off my beer with one hand, and stroke my dick with the other. She opens one eye but then quickly closes it and laughs.
“You’re fucking sexy right now, Soph. But you already knew that, didn’t you
? How long you been waiting for me like this?”
She opens her eyes and clutches my wrist, not allowing me to have any fun pleasuring myself.
“Cove,” she says in a soft voice. “We’ve been apart for almost an entire week, and here you are, spending more time with your hands on that bottle and your cock than on me.” She slides her fingers down her stomach and my eyes widen as they disappear inside her pussy. “I’d rather have you deep inside of me than these fingers of mine. You know?”
“Fuck,” I exhale. “How many times did you masturbate while I was gone?”
She pushes my hand away from my dick and strokes it herself. “Every night before I fell asleep, every morning when I awoke, and whenever I thought about you, which was fucking all the time.”
Her skin is smooth, always soft, and she knows just the right amount of pressure to use when she jerks me off. I finish my beer and watch her hand glide over the skin of my shaft. Beautiful. Fucking feels incredible.
“Well?”
I stare into her chestnut brown eyes and smirk. “Well what? Keep going.”
“Cove,” she pulls her hand away and I can’t help but laugh at the ubiquitous bratty-ass-pouty look on her face. “Bastard. Just fuck me.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m tired and need some sleep and we can fuck in the morning. Or perhaps I’m waiting for my wife to kiss me and show me how happy she is that her husband’s here, and not just that his dick is back in the room.” Fuck, that was harsh. I hope she knows I’m having some fun. I should apologi....
“Oh, I see.” She sits up and positions herself with her legs to either side of mine. Her face alive, flush from alcohol... she’s sloshed. Perfect, I love to fuck her when she’s in a playful and inebriated state. She looks into my eyes and smiles. God, the thoughts that race through my head when I see her like this; I want to dickslap that sweet face of hers and fill the inside of her mouth. A logjam. I should do it, she loves it; I know she does.
“Ha, you say you want my love and caress and yet I can tell all you’re really thinking about is my mouth.” She opens wide then closes and laughs, throwing her head back in a teasing way.
Her eyes follow my chest to my erection, where she slides a finger teasingly around it. “Hello husband,” she jokes. “I’ve truly missed you.” Her words slur as she talks to my dick. “I think you’ve grown since the last time we were together. As requested, you deserve a big, sloppy kiss from my wet lips.” She stands and wraps a leg around my waist as her hand guides my dick inside.
“Ahh, those lips,” I whisper and close my eyes. “Yesss. You’re such a slut sometimes. All the time. I love it.”
“What else do you love? Whisper it in my ear.”
With my hand on the side of her neck and my thumb brushing her cheek, she waits for me to speak. My finger circles her earlobe and I don’t hesitate to slip my tongue in her mouth. I can taste the alcohol on her lips. Vodka. She groans and grazes my chest with her tits. Shit, I want to cum all over her.
“Sophia,” I whisper, my dick moving in its usual insistent, needy way. “I can feel every ounce of desire and passion you have for me. That’s why I love you. You’re devoted to me, and only me. You want to know what else I love?”
She listens and tightens her muscles signaling not to move. I want to fuck her, ram her until her head spins; indulge her into a trance, but I continue with the foreplay she demands. “I love your body, every square inch of your flesh. Your breasts are perfect for my hands... and also to slide in-between. I fantasize about holding those small wrists above your head so you can’t escape while I fuck you. I love when your long fingers are inside your pussy, and also when they grip my dick.” She hates it when Haverty and I use the word pussy, so I try to say it in my most affectionate voice when we’re alone. But still, her eyes open for a brief moment upon hearing it, before she relaxes again. “Those large, moist lips of yours... both sets of them... they drive me wild. My mouth and dick love them. And this tight ass.” She wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her off the ground. “Should I slam that ass against the wall, or fuck you from behind tonight, or should I treat you to a tender missionary style fuck so I can see your face when you cum?”
“Tender please... but dirty.”
I grin and rest her on the sofa, kneeling between her legs, still with the empty beer in my hand. She eyes it and laughs as I roll the bottleneck over her clit.
“Wow, that’s cold.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah, it feels good. Anything left in there?”
I turn it upside down, allow the remaining drops to fall onto her stomach, then lick them off, and slide the bottle partway inside as a teaser. Another soft moan fills the room.
“That feels amazing.”
“It will get better.” Damn, her vag smells good. I love it when she waxes and her clit protrudes out from those folds. Throbbing, begging to be touched. Haverty’s right, I’m pussy-whipped... and I don’t fucking give a shit.
With a twist of the bottle she throws her head back, the motion causing her tits to bounce and jut forward. I toss the bottle on the floor then lick my lips and power inside with rapid thrusts. We exhale together and I couldn’t ask for anything better than this moment, the feeling of being inside her slick, tight pussy. Fucking perfect.
I give her the affectionate caresses she deserves, while tantalizing her with harder ball slaps every few minutes. She loves it, her eyes fight to stay open which signals that she’s gonna pop. I feel her clutch my ass in an attempt to control my movements. Her breathing becomes erratic until it stops all together, and I know she’s reached that moment of total bliss.
Feeling her cum will always set me over the edge. That fucking clench around my dick, then spasms... her eyes distant, fingernails digging into my skin, fuck I can’t take it. Ah, small whimpers and then a cry. My name spoken in a way I only hear when she cums. Yell it out, Dove.
“Fuck,” and there’s the first shot. I hide my distorted face in her shoulder and bite my bottom lip, hoping like hell our staff can’t hear me cumming. I hate it when people know that I’m fucking my wife; when I walk out and I can see on their faces that they’ve been aware of our antics. Damn it, she feels good. Goddammit, I love cumming inside this woman.
“Shit, Sophia. That was nice,” I pant and kiss her neck.
“I really have missed you, Babe,” she whispers, running her hands through my hair.
“You too. It’s good to be home.”
“I fired Ivy.”
I’m silent for a few moments. I just made her cum and all she’s thinking about is our new employee. “Fuckin’ A, Sophia. Why can’t you let me enjoy this a few seconds longer before you tell me this kind of shit? What the fuck did you fire her for? And I told you we needed to discuss the employees together before you do anything drastic. This is a business,” I exhale. “Shit.” I pull out of her, a release I’m not happy about, and reach for my phone in my pants pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling her... making amends... asking if she wants to come back.” She grabs my phone and throws it across the room.
“She said I was a bitch, Cove. Why don’t you ask me what happened before you call. And why the fuck is her number in your phone? These college girls you and your mother hire hate me because you and I are married. They only work here because they like you and they want to fuck you.”
“First of all, every employee number is in my phone, and my mother didn’t hire her, I did. Second, our business is successful because people come in and are looking for beautiful young women to wait on them. And third,” I button and zip my pants then reach for my shirt. “I’m not fucking anyone but you, and it’s not like you to be this jealous. What gives?”
She buttons her blouse and slips back into her skirt. Ignoring my question.
“Soph?”
Again, I’m given the cold shoulder while she fixes her hair. She mumbles something but before I can clarify, I’m distracted by a set
of keys jingling outside the door. The handle turns and Haverty stands in the doorway with his hand over his eyes.
“Is it safe to enter?” He moves a finger then grins and lowers his arm. “You done boning?”
“Hav, we need some time.”
“Ah, so you’ve heard about Ivy. I told your wife it was a bad idea.”
“I’m standing right here and you know my name. Don’t ignore me like I’m not in the room,” she says.
“So you knew she fired her and you didn’t tell me on the drive over?”
“I hinted at it, but it’s not my place, and I didn’t want to spoil your evening of hot lovemaking.”
I pick up my phone with a sigh, as Sophia’s face turns red, both from anger and the amount of alcohol she’s had. “Listen, I’m pissed off that she called you a bitch, and if it was anyone else I would agree with your decision... after we discussed it as a team, but I promised this girl’s mother I’d give her a job. It was a business deal, and you can’t fire people without talking to me. It just gives me more work to do. I have to see if she still wants the job, and then smooth things over with her mother if she’s gotten a whiff of this.”
“Did you hear what you just said?”
“Shit, you two, I’ll be out on the floor shutting things down. Finish your bitchin’ so we can go home,” Haverty walks out and I’m left to explain myself.
“Yeah, I know what I said. And I know what you’re thinking, now stop.”
“A fucking business deal, Cove? Don’t ever refer to a person as being used for profit. You know how I feel about that.”
“I said I knew what you were thinking,” I groan, my hand in my pocket adjusting my dick. “Look, Soph, I’ll make sure she understands she only gets one more shot and if it happens again I’ll...”
“Tell me about her mother,” she cuts in.
I find her number on my phone and have it set to call. “She owns the St. Louis Tribune and gave us free advertising for six months, plus some other free marketing as well.”
“That’s it? I’ll fucking pay for that stuff so we don’t have to bring the little twerp back in here.”
