by T V Hartwell
“Mmmm, you are so delicious I could eat every inch of you, but I’ve got to get out of here or I’ll get stuck in crazy traffic,” Jake said as he got up and strutted his beautifully sculpted naked physique over to the closet to grab his suit.
Usually Amanda was the tease, but Jake turned the tables on her. Now sufficiently aroused and wanting more, she got out of bed and grabbed Jake from behind, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her body firmly against his.
“Sweetie, you can’t go yet. I won’t let you go until you fuck me first,” Amanda said playfully, rubbing her hands up and down Jake’s well-defined six pack.
Jake, grinning from ear to ear, continued to tease Amanda, wanting for her to beg more. “I am going to be late, babe. I have an important meeting this morning,” he said, grabbing his shirt from the hanger and stepping slightly forward to brake Amanda’s grip around him. But Amanda was not in a begging mood and began to take charge of the situation.
She stepped in front of him as he attempted to put on his shirt and she started to kiss and lick his pecs. Jake froze as his body began to react to the rush of sexual energy and tension that was flowing through his veins. As Jake took a deep breath, he pumped his chest out on an exhale, inviting Amanda to continue her seduction. Knowing how much it turned him on, she began to suck on Jake’s nipples, which had become hard and tight.
“Oh yeah, suck ’em, baby.”
“You like that?” Amanda said as she continued to suck on his nipple and began to stroke his erect cock with her hands.
“Fuck yeah, work my cock just like that, baby,” Jake said, slowly thrusting his pelvis back and forth against the friction of Amanda’s hands. She dropped to her knees and began to give Jake head, sucking him and stroking him rapidly with her right hand while using her left to feel and caress his muscular leg and ass. She then sucked on his balls and worked her way up, licking the shaft of his cock from its base to the tip of its bulging head before jamming it back into her mouth, repeatedly sucking, licking, and stroking with vigor and intensity. Her heart was pumping fast and her body on fire, tingling with excitement as she pleasured her man. Jake’s body began to tremble as he came closer to climaxing, but he was not ready for it to be over just yet.
He pulled Amanda up to him and looked deeply into her eyes. “I love you so much,” he said, holding her face with both his hands.
“I love you too,” Amanda replied before Jake kissed her hard, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, their noses squeezed together as they inhaled and exhaled onto each other with synchronized passion.
They continued to kiss as Jake lifted Amanda up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me,” Amanda pleaded as Jake laid her on the bed.
“This is gonna be quick,” Jake said as he eased his way into Amanda’s wet and ready opening. Lifting and holding her legs, he began to thrust in a rapid motion, gaining momentum so quickly he almost lost control as Amanda cried out his name, telling him not to stop. He grinned and continued to plunge himself into her forcefully, as she gasped in pleasure. Mindful of the time and his need to get downtown to the office, Jake allowed himself to surrender to his impending orgasm sooner than he normally would and lowered himself to lay flat on top of Amanda so that he could penetrate her more deeply when he came. Jake clasped Amanda’s head with his hands and she wrapped her arms around his back as he rocked himself into her with the full weight of his muscular frame. He looked into her eyes, his mouth slightly agape, breathing heavy as he moaned with pleasure, scraping her lips and nose with his, the warmth of his breath covering her face.
“Aaah, I am going to come, I’m going to come,” Jake said as he pressed into her, hard and deep.
With the friction of Jake’s cock and pelvis pressing against her swollen clit, Amanda began to cry out louder and louder with each thrust, the sensation of Jake’s hard body inside of and on top of her almost too much to take. Amanda wrapped her legs around Jake’s thighs and held on to his back more tightly to maximize the sensation of their climax and then Jake exploded into her as they both cried out in ecstasy, breathing hard from the rush of adrenaline.
Jake lowered his forehead to Amanda’s. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Amanda replied, a single tear rolling down her face, overcome with emotion and love for the dreamboat of a man she looked forward to calling her husband.
Chapter 10 A Debutante Scorned
“Hi, Jake, it’s Mom calling to confirm dinner for tonight. Dad and I just got back from our trip. Can’t wait to see you. Seven o’clock at The California Club. Love you.”
Jake texted Jamie back an hour later, Sorry, was in a meeting. See you tonight.
He had arrived ten minutes late to his scheduled conference call with a client as a result of indulging in carnal pleasure with Amanda. Walking into the conference room sheepishly, Jake said, “I’m so sorry to be late. I was—”
“They’re running late too,” John O’Donovan, a senior partner at the firm, said, cutting off Jake before he could complete the excuse he made up on the way to the office. “The call has been pushed back to 8:45.”
Jake sighed with relief and took a seat at the conference table; he didn’t get any more than a curious glance from John, and Mike Wallace, the other senior partner he had been working under for the last eleven months as a first year associate at Duchovany & Brown. Mike was also a family friend and golfing buddy of Jake’s dad. The tardiness was completely uncharacteristic of Jake who was known for his punctuality, hard work ethic, and polite manner. Jake was working with them on a $48 billion M&A deal that was expected to close before the end of September, after his wedding. Both men took a real liking to Jake when he worked at the firm during the summer after his second year of law school at Stanford and had pretty much adopted him as their golden boy ever since. Most first year associates rotated between different practice groups, doing fairly mundane tasks like doc review and research, but Jake’s old money pedigree and family connections had served him well by getting him such a plumb and extended assignment in one of the more sought-after practice groups by new hires. Jake showed his appreciation for the preferential treatment by busting his ass for the firm. It was a win-win situation.
The Doyle family name was storied in the annals of Los Angeles history. Jake’s great-great-grandfather, Chester Doyle, co-founded one of Los Angeles’s oldest law firms, Doyle, Licht, & Cumberland, in 1899. Chester’s oldest son and Jake’s great-grandfather, Frank Doyle, would also become a partner at the firm before it later established an anti-nepotism policy. Frank was very involved in Los Angeles civic affairs and his wife, Grace, held court as one of Hancock Park’s most celebrated hostesses and social mavens. Their home on Muirfield Road was the scene of many grand parties and fundraisers for cultural, civic, and Republican causes alike, helping to launch the political careers of native Californian Richard Nixon and that of actor turned politician Ronald Reagan when he first ran for California governor in 1966. Back in those days, LA’s moneyed families were mostly far right and Republican.
Jake’s grandfather, Lucas Doyle, broke the mold and opted for medical school over law school to become a highly regarded physician. However, Jake’s father, Tom, rekindled the family tradition in lawyering, having also attended Stanford Law School and becoming a top flight corporate lawyer before being appointed senior vice present and general counsel of THC Global, one of the largest, publicly traded construction and engineering firms in the world. THC was a client of Tom’s for ten years before he was brought in-house. Although Tom and Jamie had reached a net worth in excess of $25 million, mostly from his compensation, which included generous stock options from his company, their wealth was modest in comparison to that of the Climents.
The Doyles had always been understated about their wealth. Ostentation was considered to be in poor taste, so they lived well, but not extravagantly, a characteristic of the old money families of Hancock Park and Windsor Square where Jake grew up. It was also
a point of contrast that Jamie had routinely highlighted in the campaign she waged to distance Jake from Amanda and her family.
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“Good evening, sir, long time no see,” the head waiter said, recognizing Jake as he entered the dining room of The California Club, a venerable institution that has catered to the old money, mostly WASP families of Los Angeles for generations. The club is so low key and secretive about its membership that most people in LA don’t even know about it even though it has existed for more than a century and occupies a very distinguished and elegant brick building in the heart of downtown.
“Hi, how are you?” Jake said, smiling politely even though he could not recall having met the waiter before. A stuffy place like The California Club with its strict dress code and past discriminatory membership practices (no blacks or Jews historically) is not where a young, socially progressive, twenty-something, like Jake, hung out. He only went there on occasion with his family or for a social or business gathering. “I am here to meet Tom and Jamie Doyle,” Jake said.
“Yes, of course. They’ve already arrived. Right this way, please.”
Tom and Jamie had just returned home from a business trip to the Middle East with the CEO of THC Global and a couple of other senior executives and their wives for some high level meetings in countries where the company is the lead contractor on several multibillion-dollar construction projects.
Jake’s parents rose to greet him as he approached their table. “Hey, Jake,” Tom said, reaching to shake his son’s hand and giving him a fatherly pat on the back.
“Hi, honey,” Jamie said, hugging Jake and kissing him on the cheek.
“How was your trip?” Jake asked as they all sat down.
“It was amazing, but the pace was exhausting, and it was very hot,” Jamie said.
“Remind me, which countries did you visit again?”
“We have three multibillion-dollar projects going on in the Middle East right now and we just secured a fourth one in Kuwait,” Tom replied enthusiastically.
“Nice. Congratulations,” Jake said.
“So we started out in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, and then went to Doha, Dubai, and last to Kuwait City. The primary purpose of the trip was to survey the progress of our projects and to have some face time with our clients. You know, to make sure they are happy and to drum up more business down the line. We met with some members of the Saudi royal family, the prime minister of UAE, and other high level government and business officials in each country.”
“Very interesting,” Jake said to his father. “So exactly what projects do you have going on over there right now?”
“We are expanding and making the port deeper in Doha due to increasing shipping traffic, constructing a new power plant in Saudi Arabia on the outskirts of the capital, and building infrastructure for the delivery of water and power utilities for Dubai. It’s remarkable what they are doing to that city. It’s growing fast with a lot of new investments pouring in. It’s basically becoming like the Hong Kong or Shanghai of the Middle East.”
“They treated us like royalty, especially in Doha,” Jamie said. “The food and all of the servants they had waiting on us was so over the top it was almost embarrassing. I didn’t expect such warm hospitality and kindness toward Americans, especially with all that has happened in Iraq and Afghanistan over the last few years.”
“Sounds like you got the royal treatment you deserve, Mom,” Jake said, smiling at his mother.
She smiled back, lifting and wiggling her shoulders satisfactorily.
“So how are things coming along with the wedding?” Tom asked while Jamie suddenly looked downward, her face tightening as if not wanting to touch the subject.
“Pretty good. We finalized the menu last weekend. The chef, Paul Dumont, is amazing. He’s the owner of that new restaurant, Artisan.”
“Oh yeah, we ate there last month with the Wilsons,” Tom said.
“He started out with his first restaurant in New York, which has done really well. Apparently, Rick and Camilla are investors and helped him expand to the West Coast with new restaurants in LA and Vegas last year. We did a sample tasting of the menu at Amanda’s grandmother’s house, and his food is really good.”
“Indeed. Well, it sounds like you and Amanda chose the right guy,” Tom said.
“Did they really have any other choice?” Jamie said in a snarky tone. “I am sure Camilla is dictating every detail to her liking.”
“I wouldn’t say she’s dictating everything, but of course she’s involved,” Jake said, uncharacteristically feeling the need to defend his bride’s mother.
“Given how insistent she was about organizing your engagement party at their home I can’t imagine things are much different now with the wedding. I wouldn’t be surprised if she selected Amanda’s wedding dress for her and those of all her bridesmaids.”
“Well, she didn’t pick Amanda’s dress, but she apparently has asked about yours. She wants to know who you’ll be wearing.”
Jamie’s eyes widened, looking scandalized. “Oh please. I’ll be getting my outfit off the rack, not custom made by Valentino,” she said, rolling her eyes and taking a quick sip of her chardonnay.
“She has her clothes custom designed?” Tom asked, unaware of Camilla’s indulgence in haute couture.
“That woman spends $20,000 or more on a custom-designed dress that she will only wear once,” Jamie answered.
“Really?” Tom said, sounding incredulous and tickled at the same time.
“Tell her she has nothing to worry about. I am not trying to make Vanity Fair’s Best Dressed List.”
Amanda was right about your reaction, Jake said to himself.
“Well, I guess it’s actually not that surprising. They do live quite lavishly in comparison to most people we know,” Tom commented. “Rick’s a billionaire several times over, so they’ve got plenty of dough to burn through.”
“And Camilla’s happy to oblige. Rick got the highfalutin, glamorous wife he apparently wanted when he chose to marry her,” Jamie said, sounding bitter.
“Now, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you sound like a scorned ex-girlfriend,” Tom said.
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. She can have him. I was done with him long ago.”
“You know, you never told me how you and Rick actually met, Mom. You guys dated in high school, right?” Jamie had been so loathed to discuss her relationship with Rick in the past that Jake still didn’t know the full story.
“Yeah, I want to hear this too,” Tom said in a sarcastic tone. “I want to see if you tell the same story you told me years ago.”
Jamie glared at Tom and sighed heavily before she forced herself to explain to Jake how she and Rick dated when they were seniors in high school. Rick attended Loyola High School, a Jesuit school for boys near downtown LA while she attended Marlborough, a private all-girls school in Hancock Park. They met at a private party that was arranged for a select group of high school boys and girls from well-connected families who attended elite prep schools in LA like Loyola, Marlborough, Westlake, and Harvard. The party was orchestrated by a small handful of women who were members of Las Madrinas (The Godmothers), the exclusive women’s charity that organizes the oldest and most prestigious debutante ball in Los Angeles each year. The party provided debutantes the opportunity to meet proper suitors as potential escorts for the ball. Likewise, it was an opportunity for parents who wanted their sons to participate in this social ritual to have them considered for an invite to the event as a stag if they weren’t asked to accompany one of the debs as an escort. After the party, Jamie and Rick started seeing each other during their senior year of high school leading up to the ball at which Rick was Jamie’s escort.
“What happened after the ball?” Jake asked.
Jamie explained that while she went to Stanford, Rick went east to attend college at Princeton. While living on the East Coast, he would eventually meet and marry Camilla Devereux
of New York, dashing any remaining hope she had of reuniting with him and becoming Mrs. Rick Climent herself. But, of course, she didn’t point that out in her explanation.
“That’s by and large what she told me the first time,” Tom said with a chuckle, grabbing Jamie by the arm to try to lighten her up. But it was clear that she did not wish to discuss Rick any further and wasn’t amused by her husband’s playfulness.
“I have some important news to share,” Jake said, attempting to change the subject from the somewhat awkward and uncomfortable conversation they were having. Tom and Jamie looked at Jake with anticipation as they waited to hear his news.
“So I wanted to let you know that I’ve asked Harry to be my best man.”
“But I thought you had already asked Kirby,” Tom said, seeming surprised while Jamie sat silently, her expression blank.
“We spoke about it, and he understands that it’s kind of a family tradition. Since Amanda’s sister will be her maid of honor it is a natural choice for Harry to be my best man. Kirby will still be one my groomsmen, and I’ve asked him to give a toast either at the wedding or the rehearsal dinner if he wants. Although it will probably be a roast,” Jake said with a grin.
“That’s great. I am happy that all worked out and that Kirby is okay with it. You two have been best friends a long time, but you and your brother are also close and I am sure it means a lot to him,” Tom said.
“Yeah, Harry seemed surprised and happy that I asked him. I feel good about it. That’s my little bro, and I know he would probably want me as his best man if he were getting married.”
“What do you think, honey. Isn’t that great?” Tom turned and said to Jamie who was stoically watching.