Delivering His Heir

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by Jesse Jordan


  “What happened?” Joey asks as we get on the freeway heading back to Santa Monica. “Did he kick you out?”

  I shake my head, leaning back as my belly gurgles happily from the wonderful barbecue. “No. It was my choice. I'd say things started going bad when I was in junior high school. His secretary took me to get my first training bra if you can believe it. It was like, Dad didn't know how to deal with me going from a skinny little girl into a woman. So, while he stopped being so close, at the same time he tried to make up for it with spending money on me. He never quite understood that I didn't want the clothes, or the Benz for my sixteenth birthday, or stuff like that. I wanted to spend time with my Dad, to eat churros and ride Splash Mountain. But then that stopped too, and while I tolerated his money, I wanted my space more than anything.”

  Joey gives me a raised eyebrow, but he doesn't push. If anyone knows about discretion and not saying anything, it's Joey, but I trust him. “A couple of times, especially back with I was between thirteen and fifteen, he would say things that just sort of... creeped me out. Dad's always loved his vodka, and one time, he got a little drunk. Not falling down mind you, but even to thirteen-year-old me, I knew he was toasted. He'd broken up with a girlfriend, and he'd stayed in that night. It was July, and I was wearing just some of those cheerleader shorts that were so popular a few years back. I go walking by Dad's chair, and he reaches out, pinching my ass. 'You know baby, you're becoming one sexy woman,' he says, his voice pretty slurred. After that, I just started wanting my space. Supposedly Dad doesn't remember it, but... I started noticing that Dad's girlfriends started getting younger and younger. His current girlfriend is twenty-four, but looks about eighteen in a lot of her modeling shots.”

  Joey hums, staying silent for a moment before replying. “I don't think I'll enjoy meeting your father. If that time comes.”

  “I honestly don't know if it ever will,” I reply. “I don't care if I have his approval of you or not, Joey. Since that time, I've tried to gain my independence, to stand on my own. College was my first chance, to see how so many things my Dad does, I just don't approve of. His feelings towards a lot of different subjects are different from mine. So, I started pushing out on my own. Dad's tried to hamstring me though. First, he made sure I could only get hired by him, and then he's tried to push me towards just being a nepotistic type. Did you know that twice he's already tried to get me to give up the entertainment beat to go up to something 'more important,' his words?”

  “Well, I'm happy that you turned him down,” Joey says, smiling. “I don't meet too many political or editorial staff members.”

  “I just want to be free of him and his influence, that's all.”

  The conversation drifts until we get to Santa Monica, getting off the freeway and Joey pulls up in front of my place. “I figured we'd start from here. It's not a long walk to the beach, you know?”

  We park in a visitors’ spot, and Joey gets out, opening my door again like a total gentleman. When he closes my door, he takes my hand and pulls me in close, looking me in the eyes. “I know you worry about your father. I'll be honest, with what you told me, I'd worry about him too. But, you aren't your father. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. Someday very soon, you'll be able to stand on your own two feet, and the world will see you as Andrea Coates, not Darren Coates' daughter. I already do.”

  I wrap my arms around Joey's neck and kiss him gently, enjoying the feeling. It feels right, and I smile, laying my head on his chest. “I'll admit I'm a little afraid, though. I've never been tough like you are, Joey. I've always been a trust fund baby, more or less. Listening to your story, I know that what you went through would have broken me.”

  “First off, you don't know for sure,” Joey replies, holding me tighter. “You have your own strength, just standing up on your own as you have. Before you protest about taking his Lexus or this apartment, I don't blame you at all. But secondly, everyone needs support. I wouldn't be able to do what I'm doing without Rocky and Ian, or Maria and Mama. So, you need support... I'll be your support, Andrea. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'll be there. I care about you very much already.”

  I hug Joey tighter and go with the feelings inside me. “You know Joey, my apartment is high enough up that you can see the ocean from my balcony. Would you like to watch the sunset with me up there instead of going out?”

  Joey nods as he reads the meaning in my words, and I take his hand, leading him inside the lobby of my building and to the elevator. His eyes are smoldering as the doors close, but he minds his manners, there's no need to rush. A feeling of inevitability falls over me as the doors to the elevator open and we walk to my front door and I fish my keys out, letting go of his hand only long enough to twist the key in the lock and get the door knob.

  “Welcome to my apartment,” I reply, closing the door behind us. “What do you think?”

  Joey turns to me, swallowing deeply. “I think you're beautiful.”

  Taking my hand, Joey pulls me close and we kiss, the kiss deepening more and more. His hand comes down, resting at my waist for a little bit before sliding lower, over my hips to cup my ass and making me moan. The single sound seems to trigger a release within both of us, and we are suddenly starving, pulling at each other's clothes as we stagger across the room to my sofa, the bedroom's too far away. By the time we fall into the cushions, we're both totally topless, and my jeans are unbuttoned while Joey's shorts are halfway down his hips.

  “Joey...” I gasp in between kisses, my skin on fire from the feel of his hands on me. “Joey. Do you have protection?”

  “In my wallet,” Joey replies, stopping and getting off the couch. He pulls out his wallet and takes out a condom, handing it to me. “Andrea, are you sure?”

  I nod, putting my hand on his stomach when he goes to get back on the sofa, shaking my head. “Let me.”

  I pull his shorts and underpants the rest of the way down, his hard cock looking delicious in its bed of short dark hair, just like Joey's head. I lick my lips and then kiss the pink tip, Joey groaning deeply as I lick around his cock, kissing it all the way to the tip before I suck him into my mouth. It's been a long time since I did this, at the end I never wanted to do this for Chad since he would start to try and gag me. But Joey he looks at me with warm tender strength when he rests his hand on my head, brushing the hair out of the way so he can watch me as I slide his thick cock in and out of my mouth, my pussy heating up with every lick of my tongue. He starts to ooze precum, the sweet tang making my body even hotter, and I pull off, smiling. I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump him slowly while I use my free hand and teeth to open the condom and slide it down his shaft. When it's done, I sit back and push my pants off, spreading my legs. “Joey, just please go slow at first? I haven't in a while.”

  He smiles and lays down on the sofa, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. I'm surprised when he rolls, pulling me on top as he kisses my neck, his right hand kneading my ass and making me groan in anticipation. I can feel his cock pressing against my left leg and I slide over, the two of us twisting until he's sitting up and I'm straddling his waist, his cock poised at the entrance to my pussy. As I start to sink down we both freeze, our eyes locked on each other as I lower myself.

  Joey never rushes me, letting me take my time as his cock spreads me open, both of us relishing the intense sensation until I'm all the way settled on him, my pussy filled perfectly. I smile, stroking Joey's hair and leaning down, kissing him as I lift up and start to ride him, his cock stroking in and out of me in just the way that I want.

  Joey helps me lean back, his hands powerful and strong as I let my body be controlled by him. He kisses down my throat to my chest, his tongue tracing around my breasts and nipples until I'm seeing stars. My pussy squeezes around his cock when Joey bites lightly on my right nipple, his teeth tugging just enough to leave me crying out in pleasure, my arms barely holding onto the back of the couch as I roll my hips slowly, unable to go faster right now
from our position.

  When Joey growls lightly I look down, smiling into his dark eyes. “Joey?”

  “You're amazing... but it's hard not to want to go faster.”

  I smile and shift, pulling him to the side and letting him climb on top of me. I wrap my legs around his hips and kiss him hotly, our tongues dueling as Joey's hips drive his cock into me faster and harder, powerful thrusts that send jolts of electricity through my body and curl my toes they feel so good. Our breath comes in faster and faster small puffs and gasps as our bodies move in a natural, perfect harmony that I've never felt before.

  Never in my life have I been as intensely lit up as I am while Joey's cock moves inside me, his hips grinding against my clit and the hard ridges of his muscles rubbing against my nipples. His lips meet mine, heat, and power in every movement, my body pinned underneath his as we rise higher and higher towards an orgasm that I can already feel building. My fingers dig deeply into Joey's back muscles as he thrusts harder and faster, urging him to give me everything, to show me the power that I can sense buried underneath the kindness. I'm a grown woman, I won't break.

  Joey's hips move faster, each of his thrusts slamming into me with titanic force, leaving me gasping with each shattering slap. My eyes roll back in their sockets. I've never felt it like this before, and Joey grabs the arm of the couch for support as he goes faster and faster, driving himself into me and deeper into my soul with each beat of my heart.

  “Joey. Oh, Joey, I'm going to come, just one mo...” I cry out as the pleasure's too much and I tip over the line, my body squeezing down on his hard cock while I'm pounded into submission and explode in the smoothest, sweetest orgasm of my life. My toes curl, my fingers curl, it feels like even my eyelids curl as pure white ecstasy grips my body. In the back of my mind, I hear Joey groan deeply, and suddenly my pussy feels warmer, his cock swelling as he comes into the condom, and he reaches his own peak, both of us frozen in time as we cling to the moment and to each other.

  “Andrea... beautiful Andrea,” Joey whispers when we can speak again and my eyes come back into focus. He's looking at me with an emotional intensity that makes my heart flutter again, but not in fear but in happiness. It wasn't just sex to him either, it was more. I don't need any words to tell me that.

  “Joey,” I whisper, stroking his face. I realize that the light in my living room is nearly gone, we've missed the sunset. It doesn't matter, I can experience beautiful sunsets about three hundred days a year in California. This with Joey, though, this is special. Still, I wish I had more light, his eyes are so dark that I can't see them right now.

  Joey strokes my hair, then shifts around, taking me into his arms. “I didn't expect this, but I'm glad this is what happened.”

  “Me too,” I reply, stroking his back muscles. “We missed the sunset though.”

  “There will be others,” Joey says, kissing me. We lay together for a while until the room is totally dark, and I feel Joey shift. “I should go.”

  “No, stay,” I reply, pulling him tighter. “Stay and watch the sunrise with me?”

  I feel Joey pause, and I can sense the questions running through his mind. His family, they know we're together, and if he does this... “A sunrise would be great. In the meantime...”

  I laugh softly and pull him down for another kiss, my heart beating again after hearing his words. “In the meantime, while our bodies recover some, I get to show you the rest of my apartment. Especially my bedroom. It's much more comfortable than the couch.”

  Joey

  Andrea pulls the sheet to her chin as I finish getting dressed, a happy but reluctant smile on her face. “Are you sure you should go?”

  I nod, grinning. “You've got work to do, and I'm probably going to have to stop by the church this evening. I've started to get back to Mass and Father Riordan is going to want to assign me a few Our Fathers and Hail Marys.”

  Andrea smiles, lowering the sheet a little to show me the tops of her breasts. “And there's nothing I can do to entice you to earn a few more?”

  I kneel next to the bed and kiss her tenderly, both of us laughing. “If anything, I need to get home, so you'll actually have a boyfriend come Monday. If not, I'm going to end up dying in your arms in total ecstasy, dehydrated and starved, but not caring.”

  “Well then, I guess I should let you go. That and I want to keep the good opinion of Mama Rivera and Maria. Just promise me one thing?”

  “What's that?” I ask, getting up off my knees.

  “Angel gets to tell you what he's been up to, but don't do it the other way around,” Andrea says, and I laugh hard. It feels wonderful, light and joyful as I leave the building and get in my car. The day just looks brighter, more pleasant as I get on the freeway and head back home. My mood is still bright an hour later when I pull into the driveway at home and get out.

  It's hard not to be grinning like a fool as flashbacks to last night and this morning play through my mind. We made love four times last night, a buffet of intimacy that still left me wanting more. The couch, the bed, the shower, then the bed again just as the dawn broke above the horizon, and while I'm exhausted, I'm full of energy as well.

  “Well, well, someone must have gotten car trouble in Santa Monica last night,” Mama says when I come in, shocking me. She's still dressed in her pajamas, sipping at a cup of cocoa, one of her only indulgences. I hang my car keys up on the hook next to the door and come in, sitting down. “So how was your evening?”

  “Mama, I'm sorry. I should have called but...” I start before stopping. “I just got caught up.”

  “I bet,” Mama teases, her face breaking out into a smile. “The only person who's upset with you might be Angel, he wanted to go to church with you this morning. But I told him you'd take him out to the park later, so he was fine.”

  “Angel... ah man, you're right, I promised him and...” I start before Mama puts her finger on my lips like she used to when I was a little kid and started motormouthing.

  “Honey, I'm not upset. You deserve to have a social life, and while it's been a very long time, I still remember what it was like to be your age. Your father and I missed church a few times when we were dating as well. And I wasn't lying yesterday, I like Andrea very much. She's a good girl for you.”

  “Even if she's a rich girl from Santa Monica?” I ask, Mama chuckling.

  “Even if she's a rich girl from Santa Monica. Joey, I'm not going to pretend that you're an angel, we've only got one of those around this house. I've pretty much assumed that at least a few times on your tours, going out at night, that you have had times with girls, yes?”

  I blush, this isn't the sort of conversation I expected to have early on a Sunday morning with my mother, but I can't lie to her, I never have and never will. “Yes, Mama.”

  “Again, don't be ashamed. I trust you, Joey. You have never come home with any diseases, and I know that you're smart enough to not get a girl pregnant. Even if you did, you're a man, a real man, and you'd take care of the baby and the mother. I told Andrea yesterday, you're sort of a dying breed, a real man who doesn't need to put off a silly machismo aura to be truly macho.”

  Her words touch me, and I fold my hands on the table, trying to contain my feelings. “Thank you, Mama. I promise I'm being safe. I know the Padre might not like to hear it, but I can confess to you.”

  Mama sets her cocoa down and pulls me to her, kissing my forehead. “Joey, you are absolved of guilt. As for Father Riordan, he's not as conservative as he lets on I think. He knows you're a good man, Joey. I just want to tell you again, I am glad that you are getting serious with Andrea. I like her very much.”

  I smile and get up, going over to the cupboard to take out a box of cereal. I'm hungry, and it's a good start. “Thank you, Mama. What did Maria think?”

  “Oh, she's already planning on having una pequeña rubia sobrina,” Mama jokes, making me drop the box of cereal, spilling flakes everywhere. Mama laughs when I look at her in total shock, sippin
g her cocoa. “What?”

  “Mama! Maria's my little sister! She's too young to think about me having kids!”

  “Well, she likes Andrea too. So, relax, and after you have some food, get a nap. I can see you're tired, and Angel's going to want to play when he gets home. If you're good, I'll take you with me to evening Mass to give you a break. You must wear a shirt and tie though. I'm not taking any bums to church.”

  The parking lot outside Gashouse Records is nearly empty when I get in, it's only seven in the morning and most music people don't really get started until at least nine. I see James' car though, which is cool. It's a lot better than Martha, who more or less just tried to get Rocky into bed for a few years.

  I go around to my trunk and take out my good guitar, my dark cherry red High-Performance Gibson Les Paul Studio that I fretted over for weeks before I finally took the plunge and bought three years ago. At the time fifteen hundred dollars was almost a ridiculous amount of money to me, but finally, Ian told me he'd lend me half of it, and I could pay him back in gig checks over time. Best seven hundred and fifty dollars I ever borrowed, and I forced Ian to take my repayments, even after he insisted that I'd paid him all the way back when I still owed him a hundred and fifty bucks.

  I go into the building, calling out as I do. “Yo, James! You here, man? That is your car out front, right?”

  James comes out of studio two, the big studio that we use for group work like today, and I can tell right away that he's disturbed. First off, he's got a welt on his forehead that looks like he took a decent sized ass whipping from someone. More worrying to me though is the look in his eyes, which are slightly angry and tense. “Joey. What the hell are you getting into?”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask, looking at the lump on his forehead. “Damn man, what the hell happened to you?”

  “Chad Bronson happened to me,” James says, rubbing at his forehead and wincing. “Fucker came in yesterday, hollering that he wanted to find you and kick your ass. Apparently, he doesn't know your home address.”

 

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