I open the door not knowing what to expect but definitely wasn't expecting what my eyes lay on. Plaid shirt, dark jeans, short beard and a little mess to his dark hair. Like a true lumberjack. He's so fucking hot I almost jump him as soon as he comes inside, but then I remember the child in the living room and nix those plans.
"Hey," I say seductively.
"Hey to you too." He smiles then looks around me. "Where's Able?"
"Oh…" I say turning and heading for the living room. "In the living room. I put a movie on for him while I made dinner." I walk into the kitchen and grab my beer. "Want one?"
He scrunches his eyes at me and cocks his head. "Uh… no? You sure that's ok while you're sitting Able?"
I furrow my brows at him in equal confusion. Why wouldn't having a beer be ok?
"Totally fine," I say taking another swig while not breaking eye contact.
He sighs and shakes his head. Tight ass. I need to loosen that ass up a little….
"Great," he says under his breath. "So what's for dinner?"
"Oh! Chicken and noodles. With salad." I smile and take another swig of my beer as I hear Able's feet thundering through the house.
"UNCLE JACK!" Able screams running full speed into kitchen. "Aunt Jenny got a date at the park!" he beams, apparently proud of me and my skill. I grin and take another drink.
Jack's eyebrows pull together and he stands up a little taller. Seems to me like that's a look of jealousy he has on his face, but who am I to know?
"Oh did she?" He crosses his arms and I laugh at this insane behavior.
"Yea! With a boy!"
"Apparently Able was paying more attention than I thought." I laugh at him and at Jack's reaction then turn to keep stirring the pasta.
It isn't a date, it's just a time to hang out. To chill. To fuck. I don't need to explain myself to anyone, though. Let him think what he wants to think about me. In the end, I'm the one banging all the hot dudes and having a good time with it.
"Gotta watch yourself with these kids. They see everything," he warns before Able pulls him into the toy room to play Hot Wheels.
I turn back to the counter and grab my beer, finishing it off with one gulp. I might need another one of these to make it through the night with Able's little mouth running all over the place.
By the time dinner is on the table the boys have moved into the living room with a game of Chutes and Ladders, superhero edition. Able is laughing at Jack's unfortunate 'slide' and boasting that he's going to win. I like knowing he's happy here, even though Ryley and Liam uprooted him from everything he knew back home.
"Dinner!" I call out putting the chicken on plates with noodles next to it.
I think this is what it's supposed to look like…..
"Hey, go wash up," I hear Jack tell Able then hear his boots come into the kitchen.
"All set?" His voice wakens parts of me that've went to sleep since this morning.
The lady parts.
"Yep. Grab the glasses from the counter, would ya?" I set the plates at the table and smile, proud that I actually put together a meal from scratch, and it almost looks tasty. Almost.
"Hey…. Uh…. Looks good," Jack says kindly, sitting down and staring at his chicken confused. "So, what've we got here?"
"Chicken. Salad. Pasta." I respond with irritation that I'm having to explain to him what's on the plate. Can he not see?!
"Is there…."
"Aunt Jenny, you forgot my red sauce! And what's this white stuff?!" Able asks animatedly as he sits.
Red sauce? Oh shit! Pasta sauce!
"Oh! Um… yeah, hang on…." I rush to the pantry and find a can of pasta sauce.
Perfect!
"Here ya go." With a quick pop of the lid I pour it over top the pasta on Able's plate. I do the same to mine, but Jack stops me when I get to his.
"Ah…. I'm good." He smiles nicely but firm.
Weirdo.
Good thing I don't need an interesting man to be able to fuck him.
"Eat up," I say sitting in my seat.
The minute Able takes a bite of his chicken I know something's wrong.
"Why's this rubbery?" he asks poking it like it's a dead fish. I'm fairly certain the whole thing just wiggled.
Oh no. No no….
"Just… eat up, buddy," Jack tries telling him.
"But I can't…." He grunts as he spears a piece with his fork and puts it in his mouth. "CHOW OT!" he attempts to yell with a mouth full of food.
Oh sweet Jesus, I've ruined it.
The mess tumbles out of his mouth as he spits it to his plate and I cringe at the rubbery white mush.
"This is cold, Aunt Jenny. Mommy does dinner so much better than you." He starts to pout while poking the noodles and I feel my cheeks heat up.
Six months ago the kid was happy to eat anything in sight and now he's so picky it's actually embarrassing.
"Able, it's not cold. I just took it off the stove. Look," I say forking a huge bite and shoving it in my mouth.
Then spit it back out immediately.
"Oh God! What the hell?"
"Aunt Jenny—"
"Jack! Were you not going to tell me this is disgusting?!" I throw my napkin at him and laugh as he painfully takes another bite of his bland, hard noodles.
"It's not… horrible." He stutters attempting to chew the uncooked noodles and overcooked chicken.
"You're telling me you enjoy what's on your plate right now?" I whisper close to him so all he can see is my face, and very possibly the tops of my boobs spilling out of my shirt.
I ruined this food. Like, rubber chicken, cold sauce on practically hard noodles ruined, but he's sitting there eating it like I'll throat punch him if he tells me the truth. What the hell is it with this guy?
"Oh, um…." His eyes are trying their hardest to stay focused on my face when my tits are so close to him, and he's doing a damn good job at it.
"Oh please, don't be that person. This is terrible! It's... it's wrinkly and.... Ew, it's like something I'd see at work!"
"Aunt Jenny knows what she's talking about, Uncle Jack. She works with lady vaginas," Able states matter-of-factly and I hear Jack start coughing. Not any cough... like a 'son of a bitch I wasn't expecting that and I sucked my food down the wrong windpipe' cough. And now he's turning red. Great.
"Shit." I sigh and Able starts to giggle. Fuck!
"You okay?" I ask trying not to laugh at the grown ass man in front of me that's attempting to regain composure after almost dying from hearing a six-year-old say vagina.
"Great. Yes. Um. Chicken went down wrong," he says clearing his throat.
Suuure it did.
"Well, I'm tossing this. It's horrible." I pick up the plates and take them to the trash can, mentally noting to learn how to cook.
"But I'm hungry!" Able whines.
"I'm ordering pizza. That's so gross, buddy," I mumble clearing the table.
"It's not terrible, Jenny. Don't worry. Listen, you clean that up, I'll get the pizza," Jack says while he pulls out his cell.
Able smiles and cheers for Uncle Jack.
Uncle Jack -1
Aunt Jenny- 0
Wonderful.
Luckily it doesn't take long for the pizza to arrive since we were all starving by the time first dinner was served. I managed not to screw anything else up in the kitchen while cleaning up and Jack was right there in the doorway watching me clean up the whole time. We made small talk, and even while eating in front of the big screen TV, watching Wall-E, we talked about things. Nothing too personal, mostly about how I knew Liam and Ry and vice versa. He's easy going, just a little strange. I can tell he's trying his hardest to keep his eyes off me now that we're so close to each other on the couch, so when Able passes out on Uncle Jack's lap I carefully scoop him up making sure my hand grazes Jack's inner thigh, then take Able to his bedroom also making sure my ass shakes a little more on the walk. I tuck him in and kiss him on the forehead, giving myself a moment to enjoy the peaceful
child that I've known his entire life. Then I click the door shut quietly and turn to see Jack waiting on the couch. Pasting my seductive grin on my face, I make my way towards him.
Now my real plan for tonight can finally begin.
CHAPTER FIVE
I'M REALLY STUCK!
JACK
She stalks toward me with a purpose and with the way her hips are swaying, her tits are bouncing, and her smile is promising I don't stop her from straddling me and letting her lips devour mine. She's grinding, she's moaning, she's biting and scratching and I'm painfully hard. It's everything I've wanted in months but something in my stupid brain isn't letting the man in me take over. It feels good but it feels so wrong.
She's using me and don't ask me how the hell that offends me, but it does. It does because I like her, I like her for more than sex. I'm not the type to only want a woman for sex any time, but with Jenny, I see promise here. Don't ask me how either because she's insane. I don't mean like murder people, I mean like sneak into your house, tie you up, fuck you in ways you'd never imagine then leave and not even know your name. Some men find that hot, I find it terrifying, but damn if I don't want it from this woman.
"Jenny," I pant pushing her back some but she lunges in again and she actually licks my beard. Straight up licks it!
It's weird. So weird but damn if I don't slam her to her back and free her tits that've been taunting me all damn night. Even Able looked at them a few times. He was more looking like they were a science experiment but the kid's not used to a woman walking around showing off her god given gifts like that. Ryley's a little more modest.
She moans something about Lumber-Jack and I let out a groan. I've fantasized about her calling me that since the first time she said it. How stupid is that? I've actually had dreams of chopping down a tree with no clothes on and she joins me. Of course in my dream I stupidly gave her my axe and woke up just as her swing went too wide and was aimed right for my cock. Thank god I woke up. I'd have probably been traumatized.
Dammit, I shouldn't be thinking about this, but this brings me back to why I was trying to stop her.
"Jenny!" I hold her down by her shoulders while I hover over her. "You didn't call me. You left. I woke up alone."
The confusion slowly taking over her face is so damn cute that I'm diving for her mouth again.
"Less clothes, Jack," she moans as I lick my way to her breasts.
"Less clothes," I repeat and go to pull her shirt off but the closing bathroom door freezes me and I spring from her like a scared cat.
"I thought he was out," she mumbles shoving her tits away while looking down the hall.
My heart's going a mile a minute and I'm telling myself I should feel terrible for almost having sex with her on Liam's couch, but I don't, especially not while she's leaned over the arm of the couch like that so she can see down the hall. The bathroom door opens and the second I hear another door close I'm on the couch shoving my hand up her skirt. This isn't me, I usually don't operate this fast, but when the one thing you've wanted for months is sitting in front of you and waiting for you to take it, you do it.
"Fuck, I missed those fingers," she moans when I waste no time sliding two inside her.
I grin while sucking her neck. She's thought about me too. I thought the line she fed me about sex never being better was bullshit, but the way she's fucking my hand and moaning my name, I have a feeling she's done this to herself a few times while fantasizing about me.
"Aunt Jenny?" Able's groggy little voice says and he appears from the hallway.
Immediately I yank my hand away but I'm stuck! Stuck! I'm really stuck, twisted in her underwear, one finger inside her, I think my watch is tangled with the fabric of her thong. SHIT!
"What's wrong, honey?" Jenny asks trying to catch her breath. "Jack!" she whispers.
"I need a drink," he mutters while he tiredly rubs his face.
I'm trembling and staring at the poor kid like he's growing another head because I can't believe my hand is stuck inside her vagina!
"Jack!" she whispers again and slightly shifts so I'll pull out, but when I do, I'm not budging her from her underwear and I now know my watch is stuck. Luckily my fingers aren't inside her anymore but she's sitting on my hand looking at me like I'm growing another head.
"Mom gives me juice when I wake up in the night for a drink," Able innocently lies through his little teeth while he wanders to the kitchen.
"Jack!" She hits my chest the second he's out of view.
"I'm stuck!" I harshly whisper while frantically trying to pull free from her underwear.
"Stuck? On what? Shit. I know I'm tight, but—"
"You're underwear! I think my watch is stuck?" I'm glancing toward the kitchen while trying to pull my hand free and she starts giggling. "Jenny!"
"It tickles!" she whispers.
"Help me! I'm stuck in your vagina!"
"Mmmm," she moans and cups my dick.
"Jenny!" I bark.
"Shit, right. Okay, just… I… let me." She's twisting and tugging and then finally my hand is freed and she's darting to the kitchen because Able's calling her again.
"Shit," I breathe and cover my hands with my face which is when I realize I'm only free because she removed her thong and it's dangling from my wrist. "Christ," I gasp and shove my hand between the couch cushions.
Ryley needs to clean between these cushions. What the hell is that? I'm pretty sure it's a French fry. As I'm about to check Able comes stumbling through the living room with a travel size coffee cup, lid and all. I don't think the kid even noticed me, thankfully. When he takes a drink, he's got a red mustache. She actually gave him juice! It's past midnight and she's giving him a huge coffee mug of juice! Insane, but I'm not the babysitter.
While she puts Able back to bed I try and untangle her purple thong from my watch but I'm so nervous Able's going to come back out here that I can't concentrate.
"I can say that's not the first time my nephew's cock blocked me." She chuckles walking back into the living room.
"I can't get this freed!" I quietly boast while holding my hand up.
"I don't need them," she croons as she straddles me and pins my wrists to the couch.
"Jenny! Jenny, wait," I frantically say while she tries to kiss me. "Able could—"
"You're right." She yanks me to my feet. "Let's do this in the spare room."
What?! No! I should leave. Her hand runs down my length while she pulls me to a bedroom. I'm not leaving and screw these underwear. She doesn't need them, I'm just going to rip them… then keep them.
"Come on, big boy," she says as she drops to her knees the second the door is closed. "I've needed this for a long time." She's talking to my dick. She did this a few times the one night we had together. It's strange but I like it.
"Maybe I—" All thought is cancelled when her tongue travels from my balls to my tip.
"You what?" she whispers before wrapping her mouth around me.
"Nothing," I grunt and delve my hand into her hair while taking a short thrust.
"Mmm, fuck my mouth, Jack." Her lips are around me again and I brace my hand on the door that's directly at her back and do what she asks of me.
"Damn, you're beautiful," I tell her while gently rocking my hips and pushing her hair to the side to see her face.
Both her hands wrap around me and I'm drawn to her pink polish again. The pink streaks, the pink polish, pink lips, it's all a one way ticket on the barreling freight train of my orgasm.
"Stop, wait," I groan and pull her to stand.
Her hands go to my shoulders and she starts pushing me to the bed. As much as I want to have her in a bed, it will not be a bed of Liam's. I spin her around and push her against the wall so she bends enough I can taste her. I'm taking more time than I probably have while I taste every inch of skin I can down to her ass but this is what I've needed since that night. Over three months is a long time to get something you've craved more than anything in you
r life.
"Let me on that big, hard cock, Lumber-Jack," she purrs while trying to turn around.
We're doing this my way tonight. Grabbing her hips I bend her over and slap her ass.
"My way," I grunt spreading her ass cheeks and licking from her pussy to the small of her back.
A string of profanity mutters from her mouth and when I push my tongue into her tight ass she slaps the wall and screams something.
"Holy mother of all that is the best sex ever, Jack. Don't stop," she moans pushing back into my face.
"Stand still." I slap her ass again and she melts against the wall with a long moan.
While I explore her tight ass with my tongue I listen to her whimpering moans while she fights to stand still.
"I need your cock," she begs in a panting whisper. "I've needed it for months," she moans in a whine and I like it a lot more than any whining that's ever come from a woman.
Getting to my feet I push her back with one hand while pulling her ass toward me with another. I take my pants off then start unbuttoning my shirt and apparently it's taking a little too long.
"Jack?" she mutters in a drone. "This a solo operation? You still participating?"
"I'm trying to get my shirt off," I tell her.
"I'm good at that." She spins and grabs my shirt, ripping it open. At least five buttons are gone.
"My mom bought me that," I whisper while staring down at my ruined shirt.
"You want to talk about your mom? Or you want to fuck my pussy?" she snaps.
"Neither." I grab her and shove her front to the wall again and get satisfaction from the sound of her flesh slapping it.
"Fuck me," she moans.
"Listen, sweetheart," I say in her ear while I'm pushed against her back and slowly rocking my cock between her thighs. "I'm clean—"
"I don't—"
"Shhh, just listen. I'd never do anything to hurt you." I grab my cock and push it to her tight ass. "No STDs, and you can't get pregnant this way—"
"Actually you can. It's called cloacal malformation and it's when you're born. You're born with only one hole. Your urethra, vagi—"
Hell, this is not what I want to talk about right now.
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