Ex-Con Times Two

by Jay S. Wilder

  His member is throbbing and swelling and twitching inside me. I can’t believe Jonathan is asleep. I lift my head off the pillow and look back at him. His eyes are closed, but the broadest smile rises up on his face.

  “Don’t stop,” he says. “I’m in your bed. You have my permission to use my body while it’s here.”

  Before I know it, he pulls out of me and finds another condom. He’s got it on and is back inside me in no time. He places his hands on my hips and is moving with me. He pulls me down on him as he tilts his hips and sinks inside me, and then pulls slightly back out. I groan aloud. Every plunge lands directly on my g-spot in this position. It feels like I climax and surpass the peak with each of his thrusts. My head is in the clouds.

  Undulating my hips, I take him deeper into me still. He reaches a hand in front of me and covers my mound as he continues to thrust inside me. His thumb seeks out my clit and flicks on it, gently at first, and more firmly, matching the rhythm as he penetrates me over and over again. I’ve never felt my body hit this peak ever before. I can’t help but gasp with the sheer pleasure of it. This man is driving me wild.

  I reach a hand up and back to his hair as he fucks me. He dips his head to my neck. I surrender. It’s his lips on the back of my shoulder, and his finger on my clit that sends me to an epic orgasm. It shatters my world and delivers me to a new one—one where I look down and see my body convulsing from sheer pleasure overload.

  At some point while my body quakes, he begins to jerk his hips wildly. He wraps his arms around my stomach and slams his cock deep inside me, letting his own orgasm release through his body and into mine. It’s only our heavy breathing that invades the quiet around us for some time as we recover.

  Eventually, he whispers, “Ready for dinner?”

  “Is it too late?” I answer with a question.

  “We’re in New York. It’s never too late.”

  “Okay. Let me rest for five minutes and we can go.”

  I should have jumped out of bed right there and then, but I don’t. I might have just awaken the sleeping giant, now that I’ve gotten him started. He gets me on my back, and slides a pillow under my hips. His sleepy eyes pierce mine in the dimness. He’s about to return the favor.

  He spreads my legs and looks over at me from between my thighs. His head ducks down and all I feel is his hot tongue moving across my folds, and then deep into my opening. I slide my hands over his hair and stretch my legs wide, letting his tongue circle and penetrate my slit. He moves in and out of me, alternating between licking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me.

  I’m a demon possessed on that bed now. I’m writhing under his tongue and bucking my hips as he drives me to another climax. His hands slide up my body. They come to a stop on my breasts. He massages the flesh and tweaks the nipples with each hand. I have no more control, I scream out his name as another orgasm hits me.

  He does not stop. I look down at him as he feasts one me. His chocolate brown eyes look up at me while he teases and tastes and sucks. The world disappears. It’s just his body and mine. He’s made me come so many times my whole body is buzzing. My legs shake in their weakened state, and he manages to bring me to the edge of another meltdown.

  He finds the last condom and replaces the used one in lightning speed. His hands find my hips now, and pull me in. His cock breaches my folds but stays close to the entrance. He’s extending this feeling. I want to scream and beg him to come inside me. I beg and he finally concedes.

  He lowers onto me, wraps his arms around me and under my ass, and slides into me. Slowly. An inch at a time. His restraint is admirable, but it’s torture for my body. I want him deep inside right now, so I tell him. I show him by reaching my hands to his ass, digging my nails into his flesh. He growls and winks at me, continuing his slow, deliberate moves. He’s taken control and he’s not giving in to me.

  I give up and let him tease me. Every cell in my body is vibrating in pleasure under his will. The man owns my body now. He must sense I’ve accepted what he’s giving. He looks into my eyes and plunges deep into me, right to the hilt. My eyes bulge out of my head in tormented ecstasy. Oh God, this feels so good I think I’m already addicted to Jonathan. He impales me over and over, and my body has never felt this fucking good. I hold my hand over my mouth and I scream as the mother of all orgasms pelts me so far out of my body, I don’t think I’ll ever come back.

  He speeds up. He’s about to come, I can tell. I find my way back and rock my hips to help him along. I hear a gravelly groan from deep in his throat. He penetrates me and comes, holding in position deep inside me as his hot release escapes him. He lowers onto me, breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around his broad chest and close my eyes. I don’t think we’re going anywhere.

  Chapter 19

  Jonathan

  It’s after eleven at night when Rebecca and I finally leave her bed, get dressed, and go out for dinner. We drive in my car to the Upper East Side. Several decent restaurants are open late there. Even at this time of night, there’s a slight rush of traffic, and it’s no surprise. The taxis outnumber private vehicles in this area, and I remember I’m better off parking at the hotel valet a block away. There’s never any street parking around here.

  I glide the car to the curb in front of the restaurant and let her off. I don’t want Rebecca to have to walk all that way. She says she’s fine getting us a table while I park. I help her out of the front seat and walk with her to the doors. I get back to my car and wait until I see she’s inside.

  I’m not sure how come I didn’t notice before, but she looks stunning tonight. She’s in a black knee length cocktail dress and black stilettos that I would never expect to see in a lawyer’s wardrobe. This is Kara’s employee, so I really should not be surprised. Rebecca’s hair is up in that sexy bun again. My cock twitches, she looks so good. I smile. I make a mental note to find my supply of condoms in my duffel bag in the trunk.

  I drive to the hotel, leave my keys with the valet, and walk back. I’ve been to this restaurant so many times, for good reason. It’s one of my favorites. The food is superb, the ambiance is elegant but toned down, and from the windowless façade outside, it’s completely private. Just the way I like it.

  I walk in as two tipsy young ladies are leaving. One seems to recognize me and smiles at me flirtatiously. I have no idea where she thinks she knows me from, but I don’t know her. She leans into me and tells me my dad is so hot. Mystery solved. Juan the maître d’ notices me and steps up to help get this woman off me. He slides an arm to the woman’s back, gives me a discreet nod, and guides her and her friend out the exit to a waiting taxi.

  I wait for him to return.

  “Good night, Mr. Sloan,” he greets me when he returns. “Will you be joining us alone for dinner tonight?”

  “Good night, Juan. Dinner, yes. Alone, no. You seated a young lady a few minutes ago. I’ll be dining with her.”

  “Ahhhh yes. Follow me, sir.”

  He leads me to a corner where Rebecca is seated. I thank him and he lets us know our server will be here shortly. I scan the room when I sit, and I’m about to make conversation with Rebecca when out of the corner of my eye I see—no, it can’t be.

  “Excuse me, Rebecca. I’ll be right back.”

  The server comes to the table just when I get to my feet. I tell him to bring a bottle of my favorite cabernet sauvignon. I walk over to the table to greet her, but mostly to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me.

  “Mandy?”

  She looks up at me, and for a brief moment, she stiffens up. She is sitting rather close to a man very near to my age, having a seemingly intimate conversation over a bottle of wine. Her face softens and she stands up to hug me.

  “Hello son,” she says when she pulls away. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m fine. Where’s Dad?” I ask softly, looking over at the man she’s with.

  I’m surprised, yet trying my best to keep the reaction to myself. I never thought I’d
see my dad’s wife in the company of another man. Ever. Then again, the irony is perfect.

  “He’s doing what he does, I guess. Let me introduce you to my art teacher.” She turns back toward the table, and the man stands. “Jonathan, this is Michael Young. Michael, this is my son Jonathan.”

  We exchange tense but civil handshakes. They sit and she continues.

  “Michael’s a local artist, Jonathan. His work is just stellar. I’ve commissioned a few paintings and we’re talking over some of the details of my vision.” She looks behind me and then meets my eyes again. “Jonathan, are you eating alone? I’d love it if you’d join us.”

  “My dinner partner and I have already been seated. I’d hate to interrupt the two of you, and we do have some business to discuss.”

  “I understand, son. We’ve eaten and were just leaving, right Michael?”

  He smiles nervously, nodding. I kiss Mandy’s cheek and tell her we’ll talk soon, before heading back to Rebecca.

  “Are you okay?” she asks.

  “Yes. Have you seen anything you like on the menu?”

  “Everything looks great. I think I’ll have something simple as it’s late. I’d hate to be up all night trying to digest anything heavy.”

  “Smart move. Try the grilled chicken with basil and spring vegetables. That’s my default entrée here.”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  She peers over my shoulder and then meets my eyes. “I believe your friends are coming this way,” she warns me.

  “They’re not my friends,” I say, but can’t explain more.

  Mandy’s hand is on my shoulder. She reaches down and kisses my cheek before saying anything to Rebecca.

  “Hello.” Mandy nods to her.

  “Good evening, ma’am,” Rebecca replies. It’s clear she now recognizes my stepmother.

  “I was just leaving, Jonathan. Come by for dinner this weekend if you can, will you? I’ll see you soon.”

  She saunters out with her art teacher—I scoff inside. The cliché is ridiculously obvious. I do my best to ignore what I’ve just witnessed, and look down at my menu again.

  After the server brings our wine and takes our order, I start to relax. Dinner is served promptly. We eat in relative silence, and Rebecca seems comfortable enough not to touch on anything more than pleasant conversation. I’m grateful for the reprieve. She can grill me anytime she wants, in the privacy of her office—or at her apartment.

  Every now and then we find ourselves locked in a gaze. I can’t tell what she’s thinking. I don’t know if she’s sizing me up, or just enjoying looking into my eyes. For me, it’s the latter. There’s something in her deep blue eyes that calls me back to her. There’s no ego or attitude. I find them comforting.

  It’s close to one in the morning when we finish eating. I’ve got an early start every weekday, so we leave. Rebecca insists she’s fine to walk with me to the car. It’s cooler now, so I put my arms around her shoulders. I walk more slowly than I normally would. There’s no way she could keep up with me in those heels. Her legs are sexy as hell in them, and I tell myself I’d like her to keep them on if I get the chance to have her again when I drop her off at her place.

  I pull her in closer. I don’t know why. It’s probably my protective instincts kicking in. She looks up at me and smiles softly. If she wasn’t on my legal team, I might think I’m starting to have feelings for Rebecca. I set those crazy thoughts aside. I’m not meant to be in relationships. Not in this life. Keep your friends close, and your lawyers closer. That’s what this is about, and if I keep reminding myself often enough, everything will be fine.

  We get to the front of the hotel. As we wait for the valet to retrieve my car, I feel her shiver. I pull her into my arms, rubbing her back to warm her up. She looks up at me with those mesmerizing eyes. I wonder if she knows the effect they have on me. I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her lips. I quickly forget where we are and what we’re doing. It’s just me and her, and the sounds of the city fall back and seem to disappear.

  I’m pulled out from our brief escape by the sound of my Porsche humming in front of us when the valet returns. I find my composure and help her into the passenger seat. I tip the valet and he nods repeatedly. I would think he’d be used to it by now, but he does this every time.

  I’m about to start the car and drive off, but as I turn to look at Rebecca, I see around her, into the front doors of the hotel. It’s Mandy—and her artist muse. They’re checking in at the reception desk. I should mind my own business and drive off, but something tells me to go in and see what she has to say to me.

  “Do you mind waiting a minute?” I ask Rebecca. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Sure. I’ll wait here.”

  Leaving the engine running, I head inside the hotel.

  “Can we have a word?” I ask Mandy when I make it to her side, my arm gently on hers. Her artist guy looks over at me and I add, “In private?”

  She nods. We walk to a quiet corner of the lobby, where she sits in an empty armchair.

  She looks pale, so on instinct, I ask, “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m fine, son.”

  “So what’s going on?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Mandy. First you’re in a restaurant with this artist guy, and it’s clear as day you’re…flirting and who knows what. Now you’re checking into a hotel with him? You don’t want this getting back to Dad.”

  “Well you just be sure not to tell him, then.”

  I look at her in disbelief. “Mandy, I have no intentions of telling him anything. This is between you and Dad, but you go to the man’s favorite restaurant with that young guy, and you’re here at this very popular hotel his friends frequent. It doesn’t look like you want this hidden from him. What’s really going on here, Mandy?”

  “Everything is fine, darling,” she answers and stands to give me a brief hug. “It’s really late. I’m going to stay in a room here, instead of trying to drive home tonight. I do want to sit and have a talk with you, but it will need to wait until the weekend. Will you come to the house then?”

  “I’ll check my schedule and let you know. Good night, Mandy.”

  Mandy joins the guy as he walks toward the hotel elevators, and I return outside to my car. Rebecca is waiting patiently in the passenger seat, looking down at her phone.

  “Sorry about that,” I tell her.

  “No problem at all. I was getting caught up on work emails.”

  “Anything new about the Rushton girl?”

  “No. Nothing so far.”

  I drive off and we merge into the traffic. It’s lighter than when we arrived. I take the same way back and halfway there, I’ve forgotten all about Mandy and my family drama. I ask Rebecca if she would like to come to my place instead. I have no idea what part of my brain took over my mouth, because I didn’t plan on asking her anything at all. She surprises me and says yes. It’s settled. I’m officially crazy for doing this. Somewhere deep in my psyche, I’m smiling and completely at ease.

  Chapter 20

  Rebecca

  The energy has shifted between us. Jonathan is different. I may be different too. I’m only noticing the change now as we drive in his car, but it’s been brewing since we left my apartment. I can only describe it as strangely familiar. That’s what he seems like to me too, not just how we’re relating to each other.

  It’s possible we climbed those steamy waves of ecstasy, and came down on the other side as two slightly altered people. I don’t know. This is all new territory for me. I glance over at him as he drives. He’s smiling. The cocky ego he had in the coffee shop and in Long Island is gone. Or is it me?

  I just agreed to go back to his place.

  What am I, crazy?

  Becky, you must be crazy, girl.

  You didn’t just cross the line, you zigzagged over it again and again, and then you stood over that line, hiked up your skirt and peed on it.

  I want to ana
lyze it more, and I think my desire to assess it is an emotional defense mechanism. This solace I’m starting to feel when I’m with Jonathan disturbs me.

  I giggle softly at the thought, and he looks over at me. “Are you feeling better?”

  “Yes. Thank you for dinner.”

  “Is there something entertaining you’d like to share?” he asks.

  “Um…no. I was just thinking about something.”

  “I could use a good laugh.”

  “Honestly, it’s not that funny. It’s one of those random thoughts that wanders into your head from out of nowhere. Sometimes it’s best never to speak them out loud.”

  “Try me. I won’t laugh. Unless that’s the effect you want, in which case, I’m game.”

  I giggle again. The man has a wry, peculiar sense of humor. I like it. “Okay.”

  I tell him exactly what I was thinking. That’s something I would never do, but this time with Jonathan is proving to take me to places I never thought I’d go, in almost every sense. Case in point. I’m telling the man reputed to be one of New York’s most eligible playboys—and a dangerous one at that—I’m enjoying his company in less than forty-eight hours of meeting him. I must be nuts.

  He doesn’t bring the car to a screeching halt, turn back or boot me out the passenger side. So maybe he’s nuts too. Or he’s going soft. Or maybe that reputation of his is all for show. I don’t know. All he does is nod and smile. It’s genuine.

  “I thought it was something much more…wild. That’s how I think in general, so don’t worry. Are you still fine with coming to my condo tonight?”

  “Were you expecting me to say no before, Jonathan?”

  “I try not to have expectations. It’s not productive, and can turn to bitterness and disappointment.”

  I think that’s a weighted message, with more than one intended meaning. He’s an intelligent man. I cannot underestimate him—especially not with his level of natural charm.