by J. G. Sumner
I’m sitting in my leather chair sipping some scotch when a knock on the door sobers me into reality. I don’t answer. I down the rest of my glass and pour another. All I do anymore is drink. It provides the numbness I need not to feel Parker’s rejection, the loss of a marriage, and to try and not think about Beth.
The door opens and Beth enters wearing skinny jeans and a white tank top with no bra.
“Where’s your sweater?” That’s all I can manage to say before I force my eyes to look away from her.
“Tanner spilled something on it. I washed it out and was letting it dry a little bit before I head home.” She inches into the room.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I don’t mean to be short with her but I’m angry. I’m angry that she’s flaunting that hot body, asking me to take her; I’m angry that my life is this fucked up when in reality everything is supposed to be perfect. Perfect wife, perfect house, and perfect trust fund. Instead, nothing is right.
Beth takes the glass from my hands. She sniffs it before setting it down on the desk. “You don’t need this. You don’t have to drown yourself in a bottle. Let me make you feel better.” She places her hands on my cheeks before planting her soft lips on mine, lingering before pulling back.
“How was that?”
I don’t say anything. Instead I look into her amber eyes that are glowing with lust.
She reaches up again and instead of being gentle, pulls me into her, forcing her tongue into my mouth. My will to fight her off gone, I kiss her back, our tongues desperate to take what we can from each other.
My chest heaves as the desire for her grows. I pull back to catch my breath. Her pink nipples are pointed through her shirt. I lean down and bite one through the ribbed material. Beth throws her head back, letting out a moan that drives me wild. My cock has hardened and is looking for an escape from the constricting material of my pants. I sweep the few items from the desk and lean her back onto it.
Beth grabs my neck and pulls me to her. Our mouths reconnect and dance a tango. I close my eyes and inhale her flowery scent. Jasmine and honeysuckle come to mind as my kisses pepper the nape of her neck. My hand finds its way to her wet center. She’s more than ready for me. She’s dripping with desire.
I grab the material from her top and rip it, exposing her breasts. God, they’re gorgeous. So round and supple. Her nipples are into such tight little buds I think I could bite them off. I caress them, and Beth’s back arches off the desk in response. Her purrs and moans are driving me wild. I can’t hold back and I don’t want to.
She allows me to pull down her jeans. I’m greeted with the sexiest pair of lacy red underwear I’ve ever seen. I leave them on and admire how beautiful Beth is naked with only her panties on. Sweet perfection. I rub two fingers over her sex. Her wetness soaks through and I suck it from my fingers. Her taste is unlike anything I’ve experienced. Sweet and savory all in one. I relish the flavor on my tongue. When I look back at Beth, her eyes are hooded. She licks her lips, inviting me in for more.
I push her panties aside and caress her sex with my mouth. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. It should be a crime to taste and feel this good. I find her button and circle it with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing is coming shorter and faster, her moans louder and more frequent. She’s close with barely any touch at all.
I feel like a teenager having sex for the first time. The excitement, desire, and lust is just how it was the first time. Now I’m more experienced. It’s more about pleasuring Beth than about me. That’s the real turn on.
I continue to swirl my tongue until she explodes in my mouth. She starts to scream and I put a couple of fingers in her mouth to bite down on. She’s strong, but it doesn’t hurt. It just serves to make me want her that much more. I continue to lap up her essence while she recovers from her orgasm. When her breathing almost returns to normal, I plunge my mouth against hers. I want Beth to taste herself.
She sucks on my tongue, leaving no evidence she was ever there. I want it back, but not as much as I’m enjoying what she’s doing to my mouth. It’s one of the most sensual things I’ve ever experienced. She reaches for my pants and frees the beast, caressing me with her hand. I can’t help the moan that escape me.
“Beth, you feel so good. Don’t stop touching me.” She strokes a little harder, almost sending me over the edge. She sits up, scoots off the table, and drops to her knees. The next thing I know my cock is in her mouth and she’s staring up at me with those amber eyes.
Fuck. I have died and gone to heaven.
I run my fingers through her hair while she licks and sucks my manhood. I could cum right now, but it feels too good to let go. The warmth of her mouth, the light scraping of her teeth, and the suction from her lips sends me into a world I’ve completely forgotten about. One I’ve been deprived of for way too long.
I grab hold of her head and begin to fuck her mouth. She rubs my balls, helping me to get to my release. I’m so close I can’t stand it. This vision of her swallowing my seed is all I need to send me over the edge. I explode inside of her, my body convulsing. My legs grow weak from the release. Beth continues to suck every last drop out of me before I collapse on the floor next to her.
I put my hand in her hair and pull her toward me until our lips meet and our tongues collide. I taste my saltiness and a sense of satisfaction washes over me. I pull Beth into my arms and kiss the top her head.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
She nuzzles in a little further, letting out a heavy sigh of contentment, and I’m instantly transported to a world without cares or worries for a few brief moments. Then the garage door opens.
“Oh shit! Parker’s home!”
Chapter 13
Trent
I’ve been a good boy for the last few weeks. I haven’t even laid a finger on Beth. Almost getting caught by Parker was a rude awakening. Beth was able to put her clothes on and grab her sweater out of the laundry room before Parker got into the house. As for me, I stayed in my office and got dressed and sober by the entire situation. What the hell was I thinking? How on Earth did I ever think this was a good idea?
Since that night, I’ve been working like a dog, drowning myself reviewing briefs and cases. I’ve been to court three days per week, sometimes up to five. My pent up energy has me killing it in court. I haven’t lost a case yet. This is just the distraction I need to forget about my home life.
Porter barges through the door of my office where I am laboring away over a case that’s scheduled for court in a couple of days. “Hey, Trent. Have you had a chance to look at that case I told you about a few weeks ago?”
“Which one might that be?” I don’t bother to look up. He drops a file folder onto my desk. “This one that you gave to Chase to study. You know, the one where the adult man slept with the underage girl.”
I swallow hard before looking up at him. Fuck. “I kind of forgot about it. Out of sight out of mind.” I force a smile.
“The mom wants to know where we stand and if she has a civil case or not.” Porter takes a seat on the leather sofa, crossing his legs.
“Don’t you think she should work on the criminal case first? I mean, that would set precedence that he’s already been convicted. It would make our case stronger.” I lean back in my chair, hoping to find a way to get out of this one.
“It already went to trial. He was found not guilty. Mom wants him to pay for stealing her daughter's innocence.”
“How the hell did that happen?” This could be my out.
Porter uncrosses his legs and leans forward. “Man, if you had read the file, you’d know that the girl claimed they never actually had sex until she was eighteen. She changed her story. Before, she stated they’d been having intercourse since she was sixteen. The jury had no choice but to acquit.”
I think about my situation with Beth; she’s still only seventeen. We haven’t had intercourse, but I have touched her inappropriately, even if was mutually
consented. It doesn’t matter in the eyes of the law. “Do we know why she changed her story?”
“Mom thinks the girl is in love with him. She wants a life with him. Unfortunately, he wants nothing to do with her after the legal battle. I guess it scared him straight.”
“It doesn’t sound like there’s a lot for us to do if she claims they had sex after she was eighteen. No jury in their right mind would give monetary compensation for two consenting adults deciding to take the next step. They would think she’s only out to get him back for breaking up with her.”
“The mom thinks that now the guy won’t talk to her, she might be willing to tell the truth again. It’s up to us to pull it out of her. This was a high profile case when it was in court. It fizzled out after the girl changed her statement. This could be a good opportunity to bring the spotlight on our firm, help us branch out and expand.
Porter is always searching for ways to grow the practice, to become a nationally recognized name like our fathers and grandfathers before us. This case hits too close to home and I don’t want this to be the one to define us. To define me.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling it. Since you’re so gung ho about it, you should take it.”
“You agreed weeks ago to take it, Trent. You can’t back out now.”
“Things have changed. Parker and I are trying to devote more time to our marriage and I have been extraordinarily busy with other cases. I just don’t have the time for this one. I’m sorry. Like I said, you should take it. You’ve clearly got some attachment to it.” I try to restrain the smug smile that wants to escape from my lips. There’s no way Porter would want to jeopardize his sister’s happiness. I silently high five myself for using Parker as the pawn to put Porter in checkmate.
“Fine, I’ll take it. But just know this was your chance at having Trent Davis in the spotlight.”
“You know that’s never been my thing. I prefer the quiet life. I’d be happy just serving our citizens in Boston. I don’t need to be a nationally recognized name.”
Porter stretches himself out on the couch. “What’s up with you and Parker anyway? How are you guys doing?”
I’m kind of surprised he’s asking. Porter and I made a pact a long time ago to not bring Parker up in our discussions. We never wanted our practice or friendship jeopardized.
“You know, marriage is hard,” I answer vaguely. “We’re in a rough patch right now.”
“I know I’ve crossed the line by asking. It’s just you are two of the most important people in my life. I just want to see you happy.”
I lean back in my chair and clasp my hands behind my head. “We want that too. It just may not be together. I can tell you I will always love her. She’s a special person.”
I reflect on how our relationship has morphed over the last twenty some odd years, from childhood friends to lifelong partners. I think about Parker not being in my life every day and a sense of loss washes over me. Perhaps I’ve taken her for granted. Maybe being with me for so many years, giving up her career aspirations, and having three children is making her feel the need to find herself. Maybe I’ve been the asshole in this entire situation.
I stand up from my chair and close the file. “I’m going to get out of here. I think your sister could use a good home cooked dinner from her adoring husband.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear. You go get ‘em.”
I zip down the hall and out into the fresh spring air, heading for my car. I glance around, suddenly aware of how beautiful the afternoon is. Flowers are blooming and the leaves are beginning to grow back on the once dormant trees. The air is unusually warm for this time of the year. It’s seems like the perfect evening to get my grill out of the garage.
Since I haven’t been home to eat in several evenings, I have no idea what’s in the refrigerator. I begin to plan a menu while heading to the store. Filet Mignon and lobster seem like a great grilling choice.
I’m excited and optimistic about the evening in front of me. I can’t wait to have a family dinner full of happiness and laughter like we used to.
***
I practically crash through the door with excitement, calling out for Parker on my way to the kitchen. When she doesn’t answer, I call for the boys. Again, no answer. I finish placing the groceries in the fridge before turning, and find Beth leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” I swallow hard. The excitement I felt only moments before is replaced by a large pit forming in my stomach.
“Parker called me about half an hour ago asking me to come over. Something about a last minute meeting. She won’t be back until late.” Beth’s voice was soft. The pained look on her face unmistakable. “You wanted me to be her, didn’t you?”
I don’t say anything. Instead I study Beth’s curves in the lightweight sundress she’s wearing sans bra. My mind instantly goes back to that night in my office. The warmth of her skin, the suppleness of her breasts, and the wetness of her core. I absentmindedly lick my lips, wanting another taste.
“You’ve been working on your marriage. You’ve fallen back in love with her. That’s why I never hear from you. That’s why you’re always at work when I’m here.”
The vulnerability on her face, the tear rolling down her cheek, and the way she’s biting her bottom lip makes me want to take her into my arms and ease all her worries and concerns. I want to take away the hurt I’ve caused. If there was ever a doubt before, there isn’t now. I love this woman.
I step over to Beth and pull her into my arms. Her scent is intoxicating. I close my eyes and take her in through all my senses. The softness of her skin, the smell of her hair, the thought of her breasts in that sundress, and the taste of her excitement. I want it. I want it all. I’m a greedy son of a bitch and I can’t help but want every inch of that perfect body. I thought that being away from Beth would erase all the feelings that were there. I thought I’d be able to focus on my wife. Seeing her here, I can no longer deny what’s been there all along.
I pull her in closer to me, forcing my tongue between her lips and claiming what can only be mine. I want her and need her body wrapped and entangled with mine. I need the heat of her flesh to warm and elevate me to levels I can only experience with her. I lean her back on the countertop and pull off her dress. She’s not wearing any panties. My God, I’ve died and gone to heaven. I brush my fingers along her folds. So wet. So fucking wet.
“I need you!” I cry out desperately.
Beth goes limp in my arms. “We can’t. The boys are upstairs. They could come down at any minute.”
I lower my head to her chest in defeat. Nothing is going right for me tonight.
I stand up and head back to the fridge to pull everything back out. Parker may not enjoy this meal, but my kids will. I’ll make sure of that.
“Have you ever had lobster before?” I ask.
Straightening her dress, Beth replies, “No, I haven’t.”
“I guess tonight will be your first time.” I go about assembling my ingredients and preparing them for the grill.
“I was hoping for a different first tonight.”
I know exactly what she means. She’s giving me a wicked invitation I can’t possibly accept, what one could assume was a simple choice between her and Parker. In reality, it could mean the end of the world as I know it. I’m playing with fire and I’d definitely get burned. Something about it drives me absolutely wild. My entire life, I’ve played it safe. I’ve attended Ivy League schools, married the right woman, settled down in the proper neighborhood, and made a family. Everything I was expected to do. So why am I now so excited about the idea of doing the wrong thing?
“Can you please help the boys wash up for dinner?”
I head for the backyard to get the grill going. Once I get it lit, I take this moment alone to reflect. I search the sky for answers I know damned well won’t come. At least I have some peace and quiet. Nothing to tempt me. If I was in the garden and Eve hande
d me that apple, I would have eaten it. I would have sinned. I already have. I wonder if I could beg forgiveness and my sins would be forgiven. Part of me wants that. The other wants to play this thing out, see how good Beth and I could be together. I guess that’s everyone’s struggle. Right and wrong. Yin and yang. Why should I think I’m special? I’m just like everyone else. I could choose to take the straight path to redemption or I could take the path less traveled and find my own way. What if that way is Beth? Would I be okay with it?
“Dad! Beth said you’re cooking lobster!” TJ drops to his knees and holds his hand up pleadingly. “Oh, please tell me it’s true!” I laugh. The irony doesn’t escape me that even at his young age he’s eager to give in to temptation.
“Yes, it’s true. You don’t have to beg. But you do have to eat all of your filet mignon.”
TJ gets to his feet. “Sure thing, Dad. That won’t be a problem. I’ll go set the table.”
It’s amazing that when you provide your children something they aren’t used to how eager they are to help get it faster. This simple act lets me know that I’ve done a good job thus far raising them. They don’t feel entitled and they are appreciative of the finer things in life.
I go back inside the house with a different perspective. Interactions with my boys always ground me. Their lives are simple and I live for their happiness. I grab the asparagus, filets, and lobster, and take them to the grill.
Beth follows me outside and leans against the pillar of the patio. “I think we should talk.”
I throw the steaks on first, knowing they’ll take longer to cook. Keeping my eyes on the grill, I respond, “You’re right, but I don’t know if this is the time. The last thing I want is for the boys to overhear.”
“Trent, I love you. I’m all in on you and these kids. There’s no doubt in my mind that this is where I belong.”
She talks like a thirty-year old, but the number seventeen flashes in my mind like a lit up billboard. I place the asparagus on the grill.