by Helen Vera
She lets off the pillow and starts pinching her nipples. I grind my cock against the mattress and concentrate on making her cum. “Jax. Oh fuck.” She glances down at my face, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. I can tell she's seconds away from her orgasm, so I rub her clit and move my tongue faster. She moans uncontrollably and gets wetter than a rainforest.
“Jax!” She shudders and climaxes hard. I sit up and watch her succumb to her orgasm. Her toes curl and her skin becomes pinker than pink.
I use my wet hand to stroke my hard, aching cock. Fuck. I need to have her now.
I grab two pillows and shove them under her ass. She’s still basking in the glow of her orgasm, so I cover her body with mine and kiss her languidly, giving her a taste of her own pussy on my tongue. She wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. I pull away and invade her gushing hole with my cock. She gasps and looks up at me with those hooded eyes. I hook her right leg over my arm and pound into her. Her tits bounce with every hard thrust. She digs her nails into my shoulders and bites into her lower lip as I hammer her pussy with my cock.
I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasurable sensations coursing through me. She’s so fucking tight and wet. I quickly sit up and put her legs over my shoulders. The tension within me threatens to explode as I squeeze her hips and bounce her on my cock. I’m so deep now, I’m pretty fucking sure I’m hitting her cervix. She grips the sheets and moans in heat. “That’s it. Good girl. Take it.” I hiss.
I feast my eyes on her naked body, coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “Touch yourself,” I order.
She moves her hand to her breasts, so I grab it and place it on top of her engorged clit. She licks her lips and rubs at her nub as her pussy grips my cock like a vice. I know she’s on the verge of a second orgasm, so I maintain a steady rhythm, barely breathing. We’ve been fucking for over an hour now. Vivian begs me to come, she squeezes her pussy around my cock on purpose, so I stop moving altogether.
“Did I give you permission to squeeze my cock?”
She shakes her head no, her chest rising and falling with every breath. “Such a needy slut.” I pant. “My needy slut.”
She loves it when I talk dirty. I keep my eyes fixed on her pink lower lips as they swallow my cock and quicken my pace once more. Her lips are bleeding from the incessant biting. She looks like a fucking mess, the most beautiful mess. “Jax! I’m cumming.”
Her body shudders like an earthquake. Her scream is loud enough to wake the entire building, so I cover her mouth with my palm. My balls draw up and the familiar tingling in my spine tells me I’m seconds away from my own orgasm. I wrap my fingers tighter around her hips and slam all the way into her, my cum flooding her pussy. “Oh fuck.”
I slide out of Vivian and roll over on my back next to her on the mattress. She’s still out of breath like she’s been running a marathon. I stare at her, she’s fucking perfect.
She turns her head to look at me. She looks sated and beautiful in the dim lights of her bedroom. “You’re welcome.” I grin.
“Pinch me.” She says. “I need to know if you’re real.”
I cup her cheek and lean in for a tender kiss. “Is this real enough for you?”
“Yes.” She whispers.
17
VIVIAN
“Honestly Sue, this is too much! You are spoiling my kid with all these toys.”
“You call three books, a teddy bear, and one tiny purse spoiling? Lucy deserves an entire treasure chest of toys. Besides, have you seen the playhouse Eleanor Green bought for her kids? It’s freaking huge. Now that is the epitome of spoiling.”
We’re in the kitchen preparing dinner. Sue’s manning the pasta on the stove while I finish preparing my special Bolognese sauce. My recipe includes onion, celery, garlic, and bacon. Italian night is our thing. We do it every other week at my apartment.
Sue showed up earlier with her usual bag of toys for Lucy. I told her more than once to stop buying her new toys, but she never listens. I sometimes feel like my best friend does the opposite of what I tell her. “Speaking of my precious daughter, I’ll go check up on her. In the meantime, keep your hands off my sauce, do you hear me?”
“Loud and clear!” She salutes me jokingly.
I roll my eyes and walk over to the living room where Lucy’s busy exploring her new toys. She waves and smiles when she sees me in the doorway. “Mommy! Barney!” She picks up the interactive book from her lap and shows it to me.
“Very nice,” I tell her using my trademark encouraging tone. She giggles innocently and flips through the storybook. She chose to ditch the teddy bear in favor of the book. My little girl is growing up so fast. I kiss her on the forehead and return to the kitchen where I find Sue sprinkling something on top of my sauce.
“Sue. Put your hands in the air and step away from my sauce.”
“Oops.” She hides her hands behind her back and skips over to the kitchen table.
“What did you just put in my sacred Bolognese?”
“Nothing.” She says with a cheeky grin on her face. She tosses back her red curls and feigns innocence. “I simply added a hint of Tabasco sauce.”
“Sue!” I smack her arm using a fluffy kitchen towel. “How dare you mess up my recipe?”
“Sorry, but your so-called recipe needs a bit of spice, just like your love life.” She teases me.
“My love life has plenty of spice, thank you very much.”
“Vivian. Seriously?” She gives me a knowing look, her pale blue eyes wide like saucers. “Jax Knight? Again?”
“Yes.” I blush, remembering our loud, steamy bedroom romp. What a mind-blowing night that was. Jax made me orgasm twice in one day. Twice! I loved the way he took charge, saying all sorts of dirty, filthy things to me. When he went down on me, I almost fainted. No one has ever given my clit this much attention before.
“Hello? Earth to Vivian.” Sue snaps her fingers right in front of my face. “Jesus. So the rumors are true.”
“What rumors?”
She gives me an incredulous look. “Dude, last year, everyone was talking about Jax Knight and his tongue. He was given the title ‘king of foreplay’ by some tabloid. Apparently, some chick decided to blab about his sexual prowess to Perez Hilton.”
I add a pinch of oregano and basil to my tomato sauce while Sue talks my ear off as usual. She jumps from one topic to the next while I cook the sauce and drain the pasta. I ask her to set the table while she tells me about her latest client who wants his entire apartment painted in black. I check up on Lucy for the umpteenth time and find her staring in awe at her third pop-up book. I pick her up and take her to the kitchen to sit with us.
“Hello there, my little angel.” Sue smiles and takes my baby in her arms. We sit down to have our dinner while Lucy sits in her lap. Her Tabasco sauce tastes great with my pasta, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“So back to Jax Knight, are you two fucking on the down low or what?”
“Could you please stop saying the F-word in front of my child?”
“Sorry.” Sue smiles sheepishly and ruffles Lucy’s curls. “Look, if you were hooking up with someone other than him, I would have told you to go for it, but this guy is notorious for dumping girls left and right. I don’t want you to get hurt, Vivian.”
“I know. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
Sue still looks skeptical. “Do you even know the difference between lust and love? Because honey, you’ve only been with one man your entire life.”
“Don’t be silly. Of course I do.” I tell her, feeling a tiny bit irritated. I know she has my best interests at heart, but she does not know Jax the way I do.
“Good.” She says, raising her fork to her lips. “What else have you been up to these days?”
“Nothing much. Andrew’s partners showed up yesterday to check up on me. Steven was cold and indifferent as usual, and Lewis was a perfect gentleman. Those beautiful flowers over by the
door are from him. No one else from the law firm bothered to call or visit. I used to spend hours in the kitchen preparing dinner for Andrew and his colleagues. Hours!”
“Those effing bastards.” Sue frowns. “I bet one of them murdered Andrew in cold blood.”
“Oh God. This whole murder thing has me on edge. They still have no idea who did it, and the media seems to be besotted with Andrew. They call him the golden boy of Yale Law.”
“Golden boy?” She snorts in derision. “More like frat boy.”
I sigh and lose interest in my spaghetti. “I feel so bad when we talk trash about him. He must have been so scared, knowing he was going to die in that construction site. The coroner said Andrew remained conscious for a few minutes after he fell.”
“Ouch. Stop making me feel sorry for the guy. Andrew was shady as hell. He was a smooth liar, so God knows what secrets he carried with him to his grave.”
I take a sip of water and sit back to watch her feed Lucy some spaghetti. “Lewis told me to stop by the firm and collect his things. They also want me to sign a paper promising not to talk to the press about Andrew.”
“What? Seriously?”
“Yeah. I guess they want to shield their law firm from any negative publicity or whatever.”
“Maybe.” Sue wipes Lucy’s mouth with a tissue paper. “You must be dreading this upcoming office visit. You know what you should do? You should leave a stink bomb behind as payback for their shitty treatment.”
I smile and shake my head in amusement. “Revenge is not really my style.”
“No. You’re too nice for this poop.”
“Poop!!!” Lucy claps her hands together at the mention of her favorite word.
Yes. My daughter loves the kid-friendly version of ‘shit’.
“Yes Lucy. We girls don’t take poop from anyone.” Sue laughs.
Lucy giggles and bounces excitedly in her lap.
After dinner, we read my baby her usual bedtime story. Sue brings the book to life using her gifted voice to imitate a variety of animals. She actually studied drama for one semester in college before switching majors. I can totally imagine her on Broadway, performing on stage like a total diva.
When Lucy finally falls asleep, we tiptoe out of her room and close the door.
“Please tell me you have hot chocolate.”
“Coming right up.” I smile.
She follows me to the kitchen where I make us two steaming mugs of delicious hot chocolate. I grab the marshmallows from the cupboard and she snatches the bag from my hand and tears it open. “Fuck my diet. I’m going to eat whatever I want tonight.”
“Did you just say diet?”
“Yep. Low carb diet.” She explains sprinkling tiny white marshmallows on top of her hot cocoa. “But as you can see, whenever I dine at your place, I break the rules.”
“Break the rules all you want. You’re tall and gorgeous. If I were you, I’d audition for the role of Wonder Woman.”
She rolls her eyes at me like I’m an idiot. “Vivian, when was the last time you’ve been to the movies? They’ve already cast Wonder Woman. The movie’s already out in case you’ve missed the big ass billboard in Times Square.”
“Really?”
“Yeah..”
I bring over my laptop and tell her about my plans to move to a bigger house. “I found this hidden gem on East 50th Street. It has a south facing garden and a front patio. The previous owner had it completely renovated, so I won’t have to spend a dime on repairs.”
“Wow. This is one gorgeous building.” She gushes. “It looks like it was built in the late 1800’s.”
“Yes! According to the real estate agent. It was built in 1890. I have a good feeling about it.”
“Me too.” Sue grins. “Does this mean you’re going to sell this penthouse?”
“Yes. I honestly need a fresh start. This townhouse is perfect. It’s in a peaceful neighborhood where I can be safely hidden from reporters and paparazzi. The garden alone is worth it. I plan on dedicating a special corner to Lucy and her playhouse.”
“Sounds like you’ve already made up your mind.”
“I guess.” I shrug. “I just wanted to show it to you first, and ask if you’re interested in helping me furnish the place and decorate it.”
“Hell to the yes!” She nods enthusiastically. “This warrants a trip to Pottery Barn.”
“And IKEA.”
“Yep.”
She reaches over and hugs me. I hug her back, blessed to have her by my side. “Thank you for being here for me through all this shit.”
“Hun. You’re my sister from another mister. I’ll be here for you until we’re both wrinkly and old. We’ll probably be living in the same elderly home, fighting over the remote control every day. Spreading terror among our fellow senior citizens.”
“Sounds about right.”
18
JAX
New York greets me with heavy rain the moment I land at the airport. My thirteen-hour flight took its fucking toll on my body. My neck is stiff as a board and my legs hurt like hell. I’m getting too old for this shit. Flying first class is boring as fuck these days. The guy sitting next to me was visiting his family in Tokyo. He made sure I knew that the moment he sat next to me. I gave him more than one hint to leave me the fuck alone, yet he insisted on telling me all about his four sons.
Why do people feel the need to tell me their life story? Do I look like I fucking care? Next time, I’m booking the entire row of seats on my isle. This shit is getting fucking ridiculous. I have no idea how I kept my cool throughout the flight. I guess thinking about Vivian somehow did the trick. I haven’t seen her in over a week now. I wonder if she misses me as much as I fucking miss her.
Fuck. even my Japanese client noticed the change in me. He said I looked more ‘at peace’, whatever that meant. Peace was a foreign concept to me. I always felt like I had so many inner demons, not even an exorcism can cast them out. I guess getting angry and losing my temper is a reflection of that. During my trip to Tokyo, I discovered a place called The Rage Room where you pay money to break shit. I booked my very own smashing session and spent thirty minutes inside a custom made kitchen breaking shit with a bat. For the very first time in weeks, I surrendered to my anger and allowed it to take control of my body. Thanks to my safety gear, I was able to annihilate the entire room. I felt like the Hulk, breaking chairs in half, pulling outdoors from their hinges and throwing plates across the room and watching them shatter into a million pieces.
When those thirty minutes were over, I dropped the bat to the floor and leaned against the wall, feeling utterly satisfied. This was ten times better than yelling, punching or kicking. This was pure destruction. I fucking loved it. That night, I slept like a baby in my hotel suite.
The next morning, I woke up and decided that from now on, my anger will be restricted to my very own rage room. This way, I can stay true to who I am without hurting anyone else in the process. I can show Vivian that I’m serious about controlling my temper. I want her to put her trust in me instead of hiding it away.
The weather is so bad outside, that I end up jogging all the way to the parking lot. My Maserati is waiting for me on the second floor, hidden from the fucking rain. I unlock the doors and get in the passenger seat. The engine roars to life, reminding me why I chose this car in the first place. I turn on the heating system, feeling cold for the first time since winter began.
I know Vivian’s working late at the office. She has no idea that I’m already here. She still thinks I have one more day to go. I turn on the windshield wipers and pull out of the parking lot. The streets are awfully quiet and empty for a Sunday. I guess everyone’s hiding from the punishing weather.
The Maserati was built for speed, so I drive fast on the highway and turn up the radio. A familiar pop song blasts from the speakers. The lyrics are silly as fuck, but my fingers drum the beat on the steering wheel. Back in Tokyo, I found myself looking forward to coming back, c
ounting the days until I see my Vivian. I made sure I call her every day from my hotel room just to listen to her voice.
I used to make fun of my friends who chose to quit the playboy lifestyle. I’d tease them relentlessly about being in a committed relationship. Now I find myself walking in their footsteps. My suitcase is full of gifts and souvenirs for no one but my vixen. I visited Ginza, the affluent shopping district in Tokyo where I bought her a couple of limited edition dresses and bags. Fuck I even bought her little kid a Hello Kitty bag. I don’t know what’s going on with me.
I reach her office in no time. Her lights are still on, so I park across from the old building and wait in my car. God, how I miss her body. Jerking off to memories of our last night together did nothing to curb my appetite. Seven days without her were like living in an arid dessert without sustenance. The moment the lights go off, I switch off the engine and get out of the car. I plan on surprising the hell out of her. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees me.