I pulled my fingers out and lined my cock up to his hole. I was a bit thicker than my fingers had been and I was afraid I’d hurt him, so I slowly began to move inside him.
“Fuck that,” he said surprising me, and pushed his ass down onto my cock. “I said to fuck me!” he demanded.
I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “Bossy bottom.” I teased and he stuck his tongue out at me.
I thrust inside him then and all the humor drained from his face and was quickly replaced with ecstasy.
“Fuck yeah, fuck me hard, Les! I want it hard!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pounded his ass then, watching him move with me, savoring each facial expression as he took pleasure from our joined bodies.
He reached down and took his cock, but I knocked his hand away. “Mine,” I said and using my hand which was still slick from when I’d used it to loosen him up, I jacked him off while our bodies slammed into one another.
“God you feel good,” I moaned.. “I can’t believe you finally let me…”
I couldn’t finish my thought. All I could think was how good he felt. No words could express how much I wanted this.
I lifted him further to prevent myself from sliding down the bed and when I adjusted us. I must have hit his prostate because his eyes opened wide and his mouth formed a perfect “O.”
He grunted as his orgasm hit him hard and ribbons of cum burst from him landing across his chest and my hand.
I didn’t have much of a cum kink, but I wanted everything about Bennett.
He exclaimed, “Fuck, oh my God… fuck!” as he shuddered under me.
His eyes didn’t leave mine as I lifted my hand and licked the cum off it.
“Shit…” he said as he leapt up and grabbed me, pulled my head to his, and thrust his tongue into my mouth.
“That’s so fucking hot!” he said after he pulled back, causing my whole body to heat.
I was about to get up and wipe him off when he laid back down, his face under my cock.
I pulled the condom off, seeing he wanted me to jack off and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to cum on his face.
I didn’t last long before my orgasm struck me. I pulled back and watched as my cum coated him, his mouth open to receive it.
I leaned back and grunted loudly as the last of the orgasm swept through me.
When I looked down again, my cum covered his face and he used his finger to pull part of it into his mouth then returning my gaze grinned in a delightfully naughty way.
Again, not one who usually wanted to kiss my own cum, I couldn’t resist that mouth. I moved over, leaned into him and took his mouth with mine.
“You undo me.” I said when we finally came apart.
“Good,” he whispered. “‘cause you undo me too.”
I quickly went into the bathroom and wet a towel and came back in to wipe us both down.
Bennett hadn’t moved and seemed to be basking in the afterglow.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I said when I saw him.
As he turned to me, that sexually satiated expression kicked me in the gut. Fuck, I’m in trouble. I said to myself. Bennett touched things inside me that had never been touched before. If I wasn’t really careful, I was going to fall for him so hard, I’d never find my way back.
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Bennett and I drove back to the work site and he picked his car up and left for his early morning closing on the three properties.
My parents were due to show up later that day and I was all nerves about what it was going to mean for Bennett and I once they were an active part of our lives. If history was any indication, the two of them would worm their way into our business and personal lives the minute they showed up.
Oh well, that’s just part of being in a large family and it’s also what being a part of my life is like when that family is around. True, they were everything to me and if any man was going to be a part of my life, he had to accept I came with a huge amount of familial baggage.
The Victorian project, as we’d begun to refer to it, was coming along nicely. We’d finished undoing all of the mess created by that idiot Frank, and I was proud of what we were going to be able to turn this old beauty into.
Lenny, my third in command, was going over some last-minute issues when Bennett showed back up. He appeared worn. It was an expression that was becoming far too common.
I finished with Lenny then turned my attention to him. “How did it go?” I asked.
He smiled sadly at me. “It went fine. The money was wired to my account about an hour ago.”
“Why do you appear so upset?”
He shook his head. “It’s just felt a little greasy. The funds came from an offshore account from a Caribbean island and it was very hush hush who the buyer was. When I pushed the broker, he hedged, saying he didn’t know the particular person, but the company was a reputable one. That’s a bunch of crap of course, because when I did the Google search on my phone, there is absolutely no information about this company anywhere I could see. There’s no way for the broker to know if they are reputable or not.”
“Are you having seller’s remorse?” I asked and he nodded.
“I just feel like I’m playing into the hands of the people my dad works with. It makes me feel like a crook like him. You know what they say: the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I laughed, which caused Bennett to look at me funny.
“You are the furthest thing from your dad.” I told him.
“How can you tell?” he challenged me.
“Well for one thing, you’re worried about being like your dad.”
He smiled then. “Well, the cops think I’m like him. I’m sure once the story gets out what a loser he is, a lot of our viewers will think I’m like him too.”
“Maybe, but I think most of them will see you for the good man you are.”
He sighed. “Well, let’s hope so for the sake of the show. I called my attorney and gave him the information about the buyer and the overseas wire transfer. It’s all out of my hands now. Not like it was ever in my hands to begin with.”
I put my arm around him and pulled him into my side. I knew I was overly affectionate. Just part of growing up in an Irish-American home I guessed, but he didn’t seem to mind it so I didn’t stop. In fact, he leaned into me. He did that occasionally, which kicked in whatever protective instincts I had in me. It’s not like the guy needed me to be his bodyguard or anything, but I definitely had a protective streak in me where he was concerned.
Besides, I didn’t really need to be his bodyguard because he met with the security service I recommended. Luckily, they were scheduled to start working with him on Wednesday, which couldn’t be soon enough for me. I worried about him staying in that apartment alone in case Frank the Terrible showed back up or worse, someone his father sent.
It helped to know the cops were still watching him, although I was also sure they were watching him as much to prove his guilt as they were to protect him. Regardless, it helped me feel better that they were there. I’d feel even better knowing he had some armed muscle sitting with him 24/7.
More to distract him than anything else, I asked if he wanted to come with me to the hotel where my parents were staying.
“Sure,” he replied. “not much I can do here anyway. Other than follow you around.”
I decided to ignore his feeling sorry for himself and instead said, “Cool, I need to leave in about thirty minutes. I can show you our progress in the meantime. The house is about ready to start putting on the finishing touches.”
That certainly cheered him up. Emmitt and his crew followed us around as I pointed out our progress talking about how we repaired the shoddy work and how we’d already started some of the finishing work. Of course, I left off the part where a worker had destroyed several tiles which he’d laid incorrectly and that we’d had to chisel out.
“Are you gonna enroll your dad on some of the finish
work?” he asked. “I hear he’s a master with finishes.”
“You are just playing for brownie points,” I laughed. “no one likes a suck up.”
“Psst,” he replied. “I’m almost sure your dad does!”
We teased each other on screen and by the way Emmitt and the film crew were smiling, I’m guessing this was going to come out as a fun part of the show.
Before we left to meet my parents, Emmitt said as much to me, “The two of you are so natural on camera. It’s a gift that you can ignore us and just tease each other.”
“Well, it’s not like we have much choice is it?” I asked.
Emmitt’s smile didn’t waver, “Nope, we’re good at our job, aren’t we boys?” he said and the crew that were filming near us all cheered.
The drive to pick my parents up was natural and even if Bennett was still standoffish and quiet, he at least wasn’t feeling sorry for himself any longer.
Dad and Mom pulled both of us into a big hug when we pulled into the hotel. They both looked tired and I offered to leave them at the hotel, but my father insisted that we go to the duplex right away so my mom could begin designing the layout. “We have no interest in living in a hotel for long.” he said and winked at my mom.
Bennett said he was happy to ride along to the duplex. He even said he was curious to see the design my mom would come up with. I didn’t mention that the home was his and probably should’ve been his design instead of Mom’s. It had somehow become an unspoken agreement that he was happy to let this project be theirs.
I saw the moment my dad walked into the demoed space that he was pleased that we’d gotten it cleaned out. Mom wandered around with her notepad she seemed to always have in her hand. She wasn’t an artist per se, but she was a wizard at drawing up house plans.
She sketched the space as my pops measured, writing in measurements and then organizing everything so it flowed well. Occasionally, she’d stop and ask Bennett his opinion on where something should go, and he’d smile and respond with his suggestion.
He suggested a large island in the area where the kitchen and dining room had been joined. “If you’re going to have five or six people living here, you’ll need a place for everyone to eat and a table is fine, but not really practical for a lot of people on the move.”
She nodded and began sketching out the island. When she was done, Mom showed him the design and he made a couple more suggestions about how to use the space, so it flowed better. She did a couple more corrections and then with a smile showed us all the design.
“That’s going to be perfect,” my pops said. “we can also use this open space here for a large table that can be shoved up against the wall when we’re not using it.”
“That’ll increase our surface space and give us a place to work when we are designing the big house.” Mom added.
I knew they were testing Bennett to see what his design skills were. Mom never would’ve asked for advice. She was way too independent for such things, but she was also a natural mom and teacher. She knew how to assess someone’s skill level even when they didn’t know they had them.
Clearly pleased with his abilities to see things in the abstract, they moved on toward the bathroom. This time she pretty much had Bennett design it, asking where he’d put the tub and where the shower should go. Bennett studied the space then said, “There isn’t much to do in this space. It’s too small and you’re going to need the bedrooms and closet space behind it. Unfortunately, I think just a basic makeover is your best bet. However, I do suggest we take advantage of this area here,” he said pointing to where the old sink used to stand, “and add a double vanity. Your other kids will have spouses with them, and people tend to need more sink space than anything else when getting ready in the mornings.”
Mom nodded sagely as she sketched the images of the bathroom out on her pad and showed him the drawings getting his approval. I peered behind Bennett and noticed my father was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
I just shook my head at their shenanigans.
The master was a different story. “When you guys are done with the place, the master will be what sells the unit to prospective renters. I suggest we put a little more money and effort into the ensuite.” He showed them how he’d want to put an upgraded tile on the backsplash but that this needed to be a standalone shower.
Mom was genuinely confused when he didn’t include a tub and when she asked him about it, he smiled. He took her pencil from her then and drew a doorway on the wall just this side of where he’d mentioned the shower would be and next to where a large double vanity would stand, then asked them to follow him.
He led them back into the master bedroom and into the huge walk-in closet. “This space, might be a dream for anyone with too many clothes, but its’ a waste of space. I recommend we open the doorway on the other side, put your tub here and create an opening where the closet is more closed off.”
His vision was spot on and I could tell even my mom hadn’t thought of it, although in her defense she hadn’t spent the day demoing the unit as Bennett had. It was comforting to see that he’d thought about it though and when my dad measured it all out, it fit almost perfectly without having to order a bunch of custom parts.
After mom sketched it out, and added the measurements Dad gave her, she turned toward Bennett and said, “You are a natural at this. I’ve known interior designers who’ve been in the business for years who couldn’t have worked this out in their head.”
Bennett smiled but didn’t really acknowledge her. I’d noticed this was how he usually took a compliment, almost like he didn’t take it at face value. That was something we were going to work on professionally because if I were going to do this with him, and on air, I needed him to be more confident in himself and his abilities.
The biggest surprise came when Bennett led us to the basement, the area we usually used to enter the unit. “This area is facing the front of the house and as you can see there are two old windows here facing the interior of the property. There’s an old toilet down here too so my thought was that we turn this space on this side of the garage into a mother-in-law’s suite. It’s big enough for a mini kitchen but also a king size bed, ensuite, and a small living space. It’ll almost double what I can get for rent on the place but while you two are living here, it’ll give you somewhere to escape the rest of the family. Just by adding this space, we increase the square footage of the unit by at least a quarter.”
My dad walked around the room, thinking before measuring. “It’ll cost a pretty penny to put it together. I’m guessing adding the bathroom down here and running piping and electrical could add an additional ten grand to the budget but like you said, it would increase the value of the property. It should be to code due to the large windows in the front and we can vent the bathroom which is the code for King County. It’s doable… are you willing to pitch in the money for the work?” he asked Bennett.
Bennett nodded. “Yep, I’ve already budgeted it in and ten grand is less than what I thought it’d cost so I’m a yes if you are.”
My dad reached out and shook Bennett’s hand and clasped his forearm like he did when he was making a deal. Bennett winced causing my dad look at him funny.
“Bennett’s arm is injured.” I said, and my mom immediately came over to check it out.
“What happened?” she asked.
I told them about the run in with Frank, but I’d left out the part where Bennett had been cut by the knife.
Bennett glanced at me momentarily and said he’d been injured on the job.
My dad accepted the statement and said, “You gotta be careful on a job site. There’s always something reaching out to cut you open.”
Bennett just nodded but didn’t look me in the eye. He figured out I didn’t want my parents to know how much danger we’d been in over the past few weeks.
“Do you have a couple men I could use to get this project started?” my dad asked then.
I nodded and sai
d, “Yeah, we’re done with the framing in and the wallboard. We are about to start the finish work now. I can lend you a few of them if you’ll come to the Victorian project and lend a hand with finishes.”
Mom laughed. “You are becoming as manipulative as he is,” she said and started walking out of the room. “you might as well go on over and help.” she said to my father. “I’ll supervise the crew and make sure they do what they need to do,” she said.
Long ago, Mom had begun managing crews when dad or my brothers were on different projects. She might appear to be all motherly and soft, but she was tough as nails and I’d seen her ream a couple sexist construction workers for underestimating her. She’d fired more than a few too. You didn’t mess with Melissa Cooper. The reality was she was the toughest person in our family to work for.
I immediately thought of four men who could use a little Mom time. They’d begun to get a bit arrogant on the job site and I hadn’t had the time to spend with them to get them back on track. I thought at least one of them could end up being a good worker if he’d learn to listen and follow directions, but it was like training a new puppy: it required one on one time that was impossible to do when a film crew was documenting your every move.
I called Lenny and told him to have the four men I had in mind meet us at the duplex and then texted him the address: Tell them I need them here in two hours.
Lenny texted me back immediately and told me he’d let them know. Despite the occasional errant issue, my word was no longer being questioned. That in and of itself was huge progress. It took two guys being fired and three others sent home without pay before they finally got that I wasn’t playing.
I drove us all over to ‘Emmitt’s pub’ and introduced my parents to the place I thought would be perfect for filming. I could tell my dad was instantly at home in the place and nodded his approval.
“It’s almost like being back home.” he said, and I internally patted myself on the back… well, patted Emmitt on the back for finding the ideal place to meet and plan the rebuild. Even as just a place to meet and unwind after a long day, it would film well and give the viewer a real look into what it meant to work as a team under stressful conditions.
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