Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series

by Michelle Day

  Paul had waited until his siblings taxi was safely out of sight before turning to Faye.

  “Are you drunk?” He asked.

  “Tipsy.” She answered. “Are you?”

  He shook his head, “No, I’m merry. So if I were to offer to take you home and have my exceedingly wicked way with you, you would say?”

  Faye giggled, “Yes please.”

  Paul whistled for the approaching cab and opening the door asked “your place or mine?”

  “Yours.”

  Giving the driver his address, he sat back and pulled her into his lap, his hand going behind her head to guide her mouth to his. “I hope you have absolutely no inhibitions Faye because my mouth is going to taste every single inch of you.”

  Faye groaned as much at his words as at the feeling of his lips kissing her neck and his hand squeezing her behind as he held her on his lap.

  Handing a pile of bank notes to the taxi driver, he murmured that his Uncle was out as he escorted Faye from the curb to the front door. Her hands were all over him as he fumbled with the lock and as soon as they were inside, he smashed his mouth to hers and made short work of opening the side zip on the skin tight three quarter length Capri pants she was wearing. Wasting no time at all, he marched her backwards as his mouth devoured hers and his hand worked her pussy into a frenzied state.

  Pushing the trousers down over her lovely rounded hips, taking her knickers with them, he lifted her onto the breakfast bar, spread her legs and placed her feet on the stools either side of him. He encouraged her to put her hands on the counter top rather than in his hair and told her to take her weight as he pulled her behind off the surface, making her come up onto her tip toes on the stools as her body weight rested on her hands.

  With her hands taking her weight and her legs spread to his satisfaction, Paul dropped to his knees, confident now that she wouldn’t be creating a bald spot in his hair as she pulled it. Cupping her bottom he moved closer and simply blew on her pussy, watching as it clenched before his eyes. With a low chuckle, he moved closer still to get his first taste of her. Clutching her ass tighter, he buried his face in her pussy, lapping at her folds, taking his time even though his cock had never been more uncomfortable confined in a pair of jeans as it was at this precise moment in time.

  She came hard, drenching his face, her legs trembling as he gained his feet and freed his torso from his shirt before kissing her, reaching for her hands and wrapping her arms around his neck. She licked her own juices from his chin, nipping his lower lip before following his gaze to where he was unfastening his jeans, freeing himself from their confines and pushing them and his boxers down his thighs. He fisted his cock a few times; he wasn’t going to last long for round one that was for sure.

  “Holy shit, you’re huge.” Faye breathed.

  “Good job you are wet then.” He answered as he guided his cock to her entrance. “Hold on to me.” He told her and with one swift thrust was buried deep inside her.

  Hooking her elbows over his shoulders and sliding her fingers into his hair, Faye pulled his face into her neck as his cock devastated her pussy with deep, hard thrusts and the odd rotation of his hips for good measure. She held him tighter as a groan escaped him and his body shuddered.

  Kicking his feet free of his trainers, jeans and underwear, Paul wrapped her tightly in his arms, his softening cock still inside her for now and carried her to his bedroom. Placing her gently on the bed, he bent to remove his socks before dropping down onto the mattress next to her, arms over his eyes as he stretched out.

  “Fucking hell Faye.” He said through a groan as he fought the urge to sleep.

  Laughing, she pulled his arms away from his face and lent over to look at him. “Don’t say I’ve worn out the mighty Paul Jensen.”

  It was his turn to laugh now as he looked up at her. “Of course not. I’m just trying to work out how round two is going to go.” Hooking his fingers into her hair he pulled her closer, “first things first though, get that blouse off then I think it’s high time you worshiped at the temple of the third leg.”

  If anyone else had said that to her, she would have hit them but this was Paul, sex god extraordinaire. He was stretched out in front of her in all his naked glory, smiling that cocky, self assured half smile of his, knowing she would do exactly what he asked. Yes, she saw his appeal and she liked the glint in his eye and lordy it would be easy to fall for him but for the first time she fully understood why Suzanne wouldn’t commit to him. He would rip her heart out and trample all over it and think he’d done nothing wrong.

  She allowed her gaze to roam his body, sorry, his perfect body, letting her fingers trail where her eyes fell. He lay still, letting her drink her fill of his visual perfection. She soon brought her mouth in to play, kissing a trail down to his groin and teasing with feather light kisses and flicks of her tongue over his balls and slowly hardening length.

  She didn’t take him into her mouth until he was fully tumescent and even then she didn’t suck, she just lapped at him.

  Paul was pondering grabbing her head and holding it down on his cock. Her tongue was driving him mad. He was preparing to remove his hands from behind his head when her mouth engulfed him and the suction she applied had him wondering if she’d swallowed a Hoover, his hips came up off the bed involuntarily and he found he was gripping the sheet beneath him like it was his lifeline to reality.

  Faye was smiling on the inside. She excelled at giving head, she loved it, getting the feel and taste of a man at his most vulnerable. She raked her teeth over the sensitive head and was pleased when all he did in response was hiss “More” at her, clearly he wasn’t afraid of her biting his penis clean off! She was surprised when he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed. She paused and looked at him.

  “Don’t want to come just yet.” He panted. “You fucking rock at that but any more and I’ll explode, ride me Faye, nice and slow.”

  She really felt him deep this way and she never failed to come in this position. Doing as he asked, she rocked her hips slowly, her fingertips resting on his chest. The head of his cock pressed nicely against that sensitive internal spot and she soon felt herself approaching orgasm even at this slow pace.

  Paul could feel her getting wetter around his cock; he watched the flush spread across her face as she worked herself closer to orgasm. He heaved himself into a sitting position, his mouth taking possession of each nipple in turn as he clamped his hands to her hips, pushing her harder down on to him, seating himself deep within her as she came apart.

  They didn’t really sleep that night, they dozed only to wake with hands and mouths exploring. He didn’t know what time it was while he lay sleepily talking to her as he drew circles on the soft skin of her upper arm with his finger tips as her head rested on his shoulder. He couldn’t miss the knock on his bedroom door or his Uncle opening it, dumping a pile of clothes onto the foot of the bed and throwing the cordless phone in his direction while saying “It’s for you.” Shortly before backing out of the door.

  Faye’s hand had begun to work his cock as he raised the phone to his ear to greet the caller.

  “What the hell do you think you are playing at?” Suzanne’s voice greeted him.

  “I’m not playing at anything. Good morning by the way.” He answered.

  “It’s half past two in the afternoon Paul.” She sneered. “Don’t tell me Faye is still there.”

  Frowning at the phone, Paul looked down his body as Faye fisted his cock and licked the head. “Didn’t realise it was that late, explains why I’m hungry. What’s it to you if she is?”

  “Are you determined to work your way through all of Tessa’s friends?”

  Paul sighed and took time to push Faye’s hair away from her face; it was obstructing his view of her mouth sliding down his cock. “Again, what’s it to you if I do. It’s up to me who I fuck Suzanne, if you don’t like it then I suggest you stop watching me. You made your choice, I’m happy for
you but that doesn’t mean you have the right to dictate where I stick my cock.”

  “Put Faye on.” Her voice was cold. She hated being wrong and in this instance she knew she was.

  “That’s sort of impossible right now. She has her mouth full.” He couldn’t help his grin as Suzanne tutted in his ear and Faye damn near choked on his cock.

  “You are disgusting.” Suzanne spat.

  “Am I? You didn’t find me so disgusting when you were taking your turn on me.” He flicked the switch on the phone, cutting her off as his hand landed on the back of Faye’s head and pushed her further down on to him.

  His stomach growled and he realised it had been a long time since he’d eaten, food that is! He gripped Faye’s arms and dragged her up his body before flipping her onto her back and burying himself inside her, no point in wasting a perfectly good erection in favour of food. She winced as he entered her making him pause, “You sore?” he asked, he went to pull out as she nodded but her hands clamped on his backside. He chuckled, “Not that sore then.” As he drove back into her.

  “Just not used to so much action in one night.” She gasped. She called out his name as his teeth found a nipple and set up a rhythym perfectly in tune with his cock, nibbling and sucking which had her spasming around him as release ripped through her before she’d even realised it had begun.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Faye watched Paul as he readied himself for work at the club that evening. He’d asked if she wanted to join him at the club and he’d drop her home afterwards and even though she loved to get her groove on in a night club the reality of her current situation was, quite simply, that he’d worn her out and all she wanted to do was sink into a nice bubble bath and relax her aching muscles.

  He walked her to the door when they arrived at her flat and kissed her softly as he thanked her for a fantastic evening. She smiled warmly at him and absolutely refused to demean herself by asking him to call her. She knew he wouldn’t. They probably wouldn’t re-visit last night at all but she knew he wouldn’t think any less of her for the things they had done together just as she expected nothing from him. He was the kind of man you could call on if you were in dire straits and needed help, he’d drop everything and be there but he was currently incapable of being a one woman man and unfortunately that was part of his appeal.

  The club was packed as usual but Paul did notice that his stalker Eve wasn’t paying him the attention she usually did. While a part of him was relieved that he didn’t have to look over his shoulder, the prospect of losing an easy lay irked him a little. She was there, ensconced in a booth with her usual bunch of friends but she was treating him with cool detachment and he silently commended her for well and truly piquing his interest by her blatant disregard of him.

  Jez left him to close up the club which gave him the opportunity to sneak in a quick shower in one of the VIP rooms before heading to his car and making short work of the silent streets of London as he made his way out of town towards the motorway for his bi-weekly visit with his son.

  He became aware of a beeping noise and a bright light and thought he’d forgotten to fasten his seatbelt and was being blinded by main beam headlights coming from the opposite direction. He reached to flash his lights at the inconsiderate driver but soon pulled his arm back as pain shot through it. Looking down he saw tape and a plastic tube coming from his arm. He followed the tube to a bag of fluid suspended above him.

  “What the fuck?” He asked himself as he tried to sit, the piercing pain in his head making that impossible. “Why am I in hospital?”

  A voice he didn’t recognise answered “You crashed your car.”

  He turned in the direction of the voice, dismayed to see a uniformed police officer standing at his bedside. “Shit. Is anyone hurt?”

  “Luckily, no, just you and a crash barrier and I’m afraid your car is a goner.”

  “What happened?” Paul asked as he struggled to sit up. He gingerly felt around his face, relieved that only his head ached and there was only a small tender spot on his forehead.

  “I was hoping you’d tell me that.” The officer responded.

  “I remember locking up the club then driving out of town then I woke up here.”

  Making notes, the officer then looked at him. “Do you work late every night?”

  “No. I work through the day Tuesday to Friday. Friday and Saturday night I work at Jokers night club. I had a heavy night Thursday night, didn’t get much sleep and worked tonight. I didn’t feel tired, I guess I was.”

  “It’s highly likely you fell asleep at the wheel then.” The officer murmured.

  Paul nodded. “Shit.” He shook his head, trying to clear the fuzziness residing there. “I could have killed someone.”

  “I’m not going to molly coddle you here Mr Jensen. The only reason you didn’t was because of the late hour. Had you left a few hours later, the consequences could quite possibly have been catastrophic.”

  “I understand. What happens now?”

  “We will have to wait for the results of your blood test, standard procedure; we need to determine whether or not you’d been drinking.” The officer started.

  “I don’t drink when I’m working.” Paul put in.

  “I think at the very least you will be charged with is driving without due care and attention.” The officer finished his original sentence.

  “I think that’s fair.” Paul shrugged; it was then that he felt the bruising across his shoulder and chest. Pulling the hospital robe forward, he peered down the inside and saw the perfect imitation of his seat belt etched into his skin.

  The police officer made a few more notes then left as Monica entered the room, telling Paul that they would be in touch.

  Monica busied herself laying out his clothes on the bed before looking at him. “You will be the death of me.”

  “Sorry Mum. I didn’t do it deliberately. I need to call Carmen.”

  “I’ve done it. She was very concerned but said to tell you to take your time and go up when you are able.”

  “Thanks.” He reached for his clothes. “Any idea when I can go home?”

  “The doctors have said this afternoon but they will want to examine you first.”

  He was out of hospital and back home within the hour having made a complete nuisance of himself. He hated hospitals and being confined in a bed, it took him straight back to boarding school and the punishment he received there. He spent the day resting, feeling the bruising across his chest and hips with every breath and minute movement. Before starting his shift at the club, he stopped by the police impound yard to clean his belongings from his car and arrange the destruction of it.

  Officer Emily Holland joined him as he surveyed his car. From the state of it, it was nothing short of a miracle that he’d come out of it with only bruising, a true testament to the build quality of the vehicle.

  “My poor car.” He lamented as she stood next to him.

  “It’s only metal. You were very lucky.”

  “I know. It was stupid of me to drive. I should have got a few hours sleep before getting in the car.

  “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” She looked up at him, frowning.

  “I have. In future I will sleep before attempting to drive to Gloucester. I’m going to be charged aren’t I?”

  “Undoubtedly but as things go and because no one else was involved, it’ll be classed as a minor traffic offence, you’ll get points on your license and probably a hefty fine and of course, we’ll charge you for removing and storing your vehicle until you have it destroyed but I imagine the blow to your ego is of far more consequence compared to the one to your wallet.”

  He laughed at her comment and instantly regretted it as the bruising once again made itself known. “I won’t miss the money. I’ll miss my car, I loved that car. Now I’ve got to find another one.”

  She patted him on the arm as she turned to leave, “I’ll see if I can find the time to let my heart blee
d for you.”

  Once arriving at the club, he went directly to the manager’s office. He wasn’t due to be in that evening on account of the fact that he should be in Gloucester. Jez took one look at the darkening bruise on his forehead and, after telling him to sit down, grasped the wrong end of the stick and gave it a vigorous shake.

  “What’s that bastard done to you now?” He asked.

  “Huh? What? Oh! No. Not him, I did this all on my own. I crashed my car. Apparently the steering wheel punched me in the head.” He lifted his shirt, “And seatbelts actually work!”

  “Jesus. Are you sure you’re ok?”

  “Yeah, I’m sore but fine. Car is a write off though.” Paul lamented. “Which sucks by the way.”

  “Why are you here? You should be resting.”

  “I rested all day, I’m bored, figured I might as well be here.”

  “You can’t work the bar or the floor like that.” Jez told him. “Looks like it’ll be a baptism of fire in the ticket booth then.”

  “Oh come on. I’m injured and a little shaken.” Paul laughed. “Have mercy on this poor boy.”

  “Mercy, my ass. You could have stayed home dumbass and spared yourself the indignity of having to be front of house.”

  Hauling himself from the chair, Paul made a show of hanging his head and shuffling from the office, mumbling “Nobody loves me.”

  Two hours later and Paul was wishing he’d stayed at home. He was bored out of his tiny mind. He was seriously berating himself and questioning his decision to work when the dark haired beauty that was Eve appeared in the window in front of him. She gasped when she saw his bruise and asked what had happened, laughing at his explanation that steering wheels and heads should never meet, ever.

  She disappeared into the club but returned after having her complimentary free drink to talk to him some more. Out here in the ticket booth, there were only the muffled sounds of music from the club thanks to the thickly padded doors separating the foyer from the body of the club and it didn’t take long for him to be completely smitten with her posh drawl and delightful laugh.