by Aimie Grey
“I don’t know,” Thomas said hesitantly as he looked between Chase, Colton, and me. His narrow gaze settled on Chase’s hands, which were now massaging my shoulders.
Even though we’d never fucked, Chase had always been touchy-feely with me. His touches were platonic and full of friendly affection, not possession. When his hands were on me or his lips playfully smacked a kiss on my cheek or the top of my head, it wasn’t a prelude to sex. I knew he wasn’t after anything more than the friendship we had. All of those things came together in a way that made me completely comfortable with him and not cringe at his touch.
When my friend lowered his hands to my waist, Thomas quickly changed his tune, making me realize the nature of our relationship wasn’t blatantly obvious to everyone. “How long would it take?”
“I’ll only do his face, so maybe forty-five minutes to an hour.”
“Okay,” Thomas agreed surprisingly easily.
Chase got Colton’s attention and told him the plan, which made the kid fidget like he had to pee really badly and had been holding it in for hours. I’d seen that look on his father once or twice. It was mean to make Colton struggle to contain that much excitement, so after guiding him away from anything that could hurt him, I used my finger to draw a loose circle around where he stood. “Go ahead, but keep it quick and stay in this area.”
After bouncing around like Tigger for a few seconds, Colton climbed into the chair next to Tate and stayed as still as he could while Chase dabbed his cheek with a round sponge. Thomas turned his attention to his pseudo-adopted-brother-in-law and asked, “Are you going to be here for a while?”
“Yeah, they’re only halfway done and are covering three-quarters of my body.”
“Would you mind keeping an eye on Colton for about fifteen or twenty minutes?”
“Sure, no problem.” Grinning like an idiot, Tate added, “Take as long as you need.”
“Thanks, man.” Without further ado, Thomas told Colton we’d be back in a little bit, gave Chase the evil eye, and dragged me out of the room while muttering something that sounded like, “…Better be gay.”
“What’s going on?” I asked when he stopped right outside the door, grinning at his misconceptions. Once we rounded the corner, and were out of everyone’s sight, he pressed me against the wall and smothered my mouth with his.
His tongue warred with mine for dominance, but I wouldn’t let him take control. I may have been physically smaller than Thomas, but our stubbornness was evenly matched.
Breaking free for air, he huffed, “Does everyone on the freaking planet want you?”
“Pretty much,” I replied.
Looking around the set of the hospital-turned-outpost, he noticed the disheveled patient room tucked into the back corner, separated from the nurses station by a glass wall. With one sure movement, he turned to face me, bent his knees, grabbed me just below my ass, and flung me over his shoulder as he stood.
When he dumped me on the bed made to look like the sheets hadn’t been washed in years, I shuddered, but not in a bad way. Nothing was actually dirty, but the creepy room added an exciting element to what we were about to do.
“I thought I said no beds.” Yes, I’d broken that rule before, but that didn’t mean it was null and void.
“I thought the TV cameras a few feet away might nullify that rule this time.”
Instead of answering, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on top of me. Groping his ass, I found his wallet and pulled it out. Before I could hand it to him, he snatched it from my grasp and gave me a hard look. Returning the expression, I merely said, “Condom.” Did the asshole really think I wanted anything else or was it just a reflex?
When his pants were around his knees and my skirt was bunched up around my waist, he rolled on a condom and covered my body with his. The first thrust was hard enough to scoot me up the bed a few inches, and he didn’t relent. This wasn’t an “I’m so horny I can’t help it” kind of fuck, it was an “I’m pissed as hell and am taking it out on your pussy” fuck. And damned if I didn’t love every fucking minute of it.
Watching this man lose control and feeling his lost control being pounded into me was one of the hottest things I’d experienced. But he wasn’t going to get away with the bad behavior he’d exhibited since I’d stepped into his house earlier. Already close, I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come, so with one well-timed roll of my hips as he thrust into me, I rubbed my piercing against the base of his cock. I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted to.
Without taking a beat to recover, I pushed on his shoulders and said, “Stop,” in a clear, loud voice.
As he froze above me, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead to his nose and fell onto the mattress, close to my ear. Fuck, that’s hot. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Stop. I’m finished.”
Pulling out slowly, his entire body shook with the abrupt end to his quest for release. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nope.”
“Then why do you want to stop?”
“After the way you’ve behaved all day, do you think you deserve to come?”
“What?” he said as he pulled off the condom and began stroking his rock-hard dick.
“Think about it for a while,” I said and narrowed my eyes as I watched him jack his cock. “I’m going back to hair and makeup. You can either finish what you’re doing there and join me in a few minutes or stop now and walk back with me.”
“Why would I stop?” he asked incredulously.
“If you stop, I might let you go for another ride later, assuming you’re a good boy the rest of the day. If you finish on your own…” I trailed off. Honestly not knowing if he’d stop or not, I didn’t want to cock-block Future Juli just in case she wanted to play with it later, so I let him form his own conclusions.
“Are you always this much of a bitch?” he asked as he stuffed his lickable hard-on back into his pants.
“Not always, but often,” I replied as I climbed off of the bed, straightened my clothes, and casually strolled back the way we came, making sure to put a little extra swing in my step.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Thomas
My balls hurt. Really. Fucking. Hurt. I’d been so close before Juli shut me down, and who knew how long it would be before I’d have another opportunity. It was hours until Colton’s bedtime, and I couldn’t ditch him with just anyone. Leaving him with Tate and the asshole Chase had been bad enough. There was no fucking way I would have left Colton with Chase if Tate hadn’t been there.
We could go back to my place and let Colton watch that God-awful movie while I fucked the hell out of Juli in the laundry room. Or we could visit Sawyer and his family. Colton could play with Peyton while I snuck Juli down the hall and fucked her in their shower. We wouldn’t need to turn on the water. Or we could do both. Yeah, both sounded good. All I had to do was hold on a little while longer.
As I followed Juli back to the room, I sent Finn a text.
Me: Satan Spawn around?
Finn: Yeah.
Me: Pic?
Finn: Another boner problem?
Me: You know me too well.
My little brother saved the day by sending me a pic of his wife giving him an eye so stinky I could smell it all the way in Burbank.
Ah, relief.
Me: Thanks, bro.
Finn: Anytime.
With my problem solved, I deleted the ugly from my phone to prevent the screen from fracturing and to avoid accidentally poisoning my dick. Seeing the nastiness when hard was enough to make it instantly soft. Seeing it when not at full mast might make the whole package die a painful death.
“You look great, buddy,” I said when I saw how much my son had morphed in such a short period of time.
“Very gross,” Juli added, making Chase have to stop working for a minute when Colton’s broad grin got in the way.
“The two of you weren’t gone very long.” Chase smirked as he put the finishing to
uches on Colton’s mouth.
“Wasn’t that much to do,” Juli said with a shrug.
Tate laughed and then said, “That’s not a very nice thing to say, Julianne. I’m sure if that were true you wouldn’t have left in the first place.”
“Eh,” she said noncommittally as she looked over at Colton, who was thankfully oblivious to the undertone of the conversation. Chase, on the other hand, was biting his lower lip as his shoulders shook. Asshole.
“What do you want to do next?” Juli asked Colton.
“I want to take a selfie with Uncle Tate,” he said looking to the half-man, half-monster beside him.
Tate smiled. “I’d love to, but you can’t show it to anyone until the studio announces my appearance on the show.”
“How long will that be?” Colton asked impatiently.
“About three weeks,” Juli replied. “They’ll release a teaser after the first day of shooting.”
“Can I tweet it after that?”
“Sure can,” Tate responded. “As long as it’s okay with your dad.”
When Colton looked to me, I knew I couldn’t deny him. “Sure.” Needing to put my plan into action, I asked, “What do you want to do after the selfie?”
“Can we go to Universal Studios so I can scare people?”
My brain formed a new plan that was even better than defiling Sawyer’s master bathroom. I just needed to make sure Juli would come with us. “I don’t think Juli’s feet can handle all of that walking in those shoes.”
“You obviously don’t know her very well,” Tate replied.
Although I wanted to say, “I know her in ways you never will,” my mouth remained shut.
“I’ll have you know I walked around Disneyland twelve hours a day for three consecutive days in these shoes.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Why not?”
“That can’t be good for your feet. Aren’t you afraid of permanent damage?” Maybe she was allergic to comfort.
“She doesn’t like being short,” Tate added, chuckling at how ridiculous it was.
The few times I’d seen her barefoot, I noticed her vertical deficiency, but I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. “How tall are you?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Not liking being ganged up on, she folded her arms beneath her tits and gave everyone in the room the evil eye.
“Her license says five-two,” Chase said, “but I’m not sure I believe it. I think she rounded up rather generously.”
“You’re all a bunch of assholes. Keep it up and Colton and I will go to Universal by ourselves.”
“Are you tall enough for the rides?” I was glad Tate had asked the question on the tip of my tongue. Between Tate, Chase, and I, he was probably the only one she wouldn’t murder.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Don’t be surprised if your next role is a man with a tiny,” she paused, looking over at Colton who was actually paying attention to the conversation this time, “pool noodle, desperately trying to find someone who pities him enough to swim with him anyway.”
“I’m not worried. If it is, I’ll just accidentally leave the webcam on when I go swimming and show everyone how big my actual pool noodle really is.”
“Daddy?” Colton asked. “Can we go swimming today? I know how to swim, so I won’t need a noodle like Uncle Tate.”
Until the kid came to live with me, I’d forgotten just how funny he could be. “If we swim, your zombie face will wash off.”
“How about tomorrow?” he asked. “That way Juli can go get her swimsuit.”
Eyes widening, she looked at me and silently said, “How long does he think I’m staying?” I laughed until the thought of her dripping wet in a tiny bikini had me wishing I hadn’t deleted the image of the loathsome beast from my phone. The situation in my pants only worsened as I wondered if the outline of her piercing would be noticeable through the tight, clinging bottoms.
“All done,” Chase said, spinning Colton around so he could look in the mirror.
“Awesome!” Colton yelled.
As he continued to happily flip out about how dead he looked, I leaned closer to Juli and whispered so only she could hear. “You’re going to pay for this later,” I said, discreetly moving her hand to the bulge in my pants.
Giving my dick a torturous squeeze before pulling away, she asked, “How is that my fault?”
“You better own a bikini. If not, we’re going shopping this afternoon.”
“I thought we were going to Universal Studios.”
Quickly checking on my son, I found him standing in front of Tate with the actor crouched behind him, both of them looking hungry for brains, while Chase took photos.
“We are. I’m going to call Sawyer to get them to bring Peyton and the hair-puller. While Colton’s playing with Peyton, I’m gonna find a dark corner and fuck you until your debt from earlier is repaid. With interest.” Juli’s breathing hastened. “Then, when Colton passes out from exhaustion tonight, I’m gonna take you out back and fuck you in the pool.”
“You promised Colton he could swim tomorrow. I don’t think that would be appropriate after desecrating it a few hours before.”
“I’ll have the pool guy on standby to shock it after we’re done. It’ll be perfectly fine by morning, but we can wait until the afternoon if it’ll make you feel better.”
“When am I supposed to get my swimsuit?”
“You won’t need it tonight, so just bring it with you tomorrow.”
“Wow. You’re going to allow me to go home tonight?”
“Do you really think I want you anywhere near the pool boy? I know how these things work.”
“And how is that?”
“The pool boy always gets the pussy. Although I have your pussy wrapped around my little—” I didn’t think that all the way through.
“Your little what?”
Thankfully, I was saved by the kid. “Let’s go!”
“There’s a year-round Halloween shop over on Magnolia. I’m sure they would have an outfit to go with his face,” Chase said.
“Please, Daddy?” Why did the kid always bust out the “Daddy” when he wanted something?
“Sounds great,” I said. Before we headed out, we said our goodbyes to Tate and Juli said goodbye to Chase with a hug that lasted a little too long.
“While we’re at it, we can stop somewhere and pick up a swimsuit for Juli.”
“I thought we weren’t swimming until tomorrow,” she said, glaring as I looked in the direction of the set.
“We aren’t, but I thought I’d help you pick out a new one.”
“I don’t think Colton would enjoy shopping for swimwear,” she argued.
“How about you take Colton to pick out a costume, and I’ll go get you a suit.” An X-rated bikini Colton would never see her in.
“Yeah, I want Juli to go with me!” Colton hollered as we stepped out into the parking lot. After looking both ways, he darted across the short distance to Juli’s car.
“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”
“Trust me, you should.”
*
The last time I had so much fun was…huh, I couldn’t remember ever having that much fun. Sawyer’s crew couldn’t make it to the theme park with us, so Juli and I hadn’t been able to sneak away for a fuck or three, which much to his delight made Colton the center of her attention the entire time.
“You know,” Juli said as she handed me the keys to her M6 coupe. “Colton was a fantastic zombie today, and he demonstrated excellent self-control at the studio. If he ever wanted to give acting a try, I might consider breaking my rule against taking on another client.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that. He’s going to grow up to be a doctor or lawyer or maybe a CEO like his old man.”
Before climbing in the car, I had to move the seat way back. While adjusting the mirrors, I caught a glimpse of a passed-out Colton in the back seat.
Picking up the con
versation where we’d left off, Juli said, “I didn’t realize he was interested in those fields. Maybe I should’ve taken him to the set of the medical drama that films two lots over from where we were.”
“He’s never told me what he wants to be, but I want him to grow up to do something important.” Isn’t that what every parent wanted for their child? “My dad’s a plastic surgeon, and even though he spends a lot of time working on the boobs and noses of the vain, he also helps burn victims and cancer survivors.”
I expected her to make a witty comment about fake tits, what I didn’t expect was nearly ten miles of silence.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pulled into my driveway. “You’ve been quieter than usual.”
“Nothing. Just tired.” She held on to the door as I pulled my sleeping son out of her back seat and then gently closed it behind him.
“Your present is in the trunk,” I said, fighting to keep the image of her in the bikini that amounted to little more than two ribbons out of my mind. “Want to grab it and change while I take him to his room?”
“It’s getting late. I think I’ll head home.”
“But then I won’t need Jared to come over and shock the pool,” I argued, jutting my lower lip out in a mock pout.
“I won’t be much fun if I stay.”
“But—” I scoured my brain for words that would get her naked and in my pool.
“He must be getting heavy. If he wakes up, tell him goodnight for me.”
“Are you still coming over tomorrow?”
“I’m not sure yet. I might have to work.”
Even though my dick had been frustrated as hell all day, I refused to beg her for anything. I could get just about any pussy I wanted and didn’t need hers if she was going to play games with me.
“Fine. See you around.”
“Make sure Colton doesn’t stay up all night if he wakes up. He was messaging me really late last night. It’s not good for him.”
“Is that what this is about? Do you think I’m a bad father?” I whisper shouted. “Who the fuck are you to judge? Are you suddenly an expert on raising kids? Did hanging out with Colton today jumpstart your ovaries?”