10. Jack
10
JACK
I fumbled with the tiny wires, cursing my thick sausage fingers. The old 57 Belair was my pride and joy. I'd spent thousands of dollars on this restoration, and after finding an original, working condition radio for the thing, I scooped it up instantly.
It was my Saturday off, and I was in my happy place, my two-car garage with my old collector car. I wanted to put the chaos of work behind me, but lately, it had become impossible. Even golfing with Calvin or Michael meant the topic was sure to come up. They were friends and they cared, so it was understandable that they would ask. I just needed a few days to breathe and forget about the lawsuit.
I had spent my whole week being one big, grumpy jerk to everyone. It was so bad that I annoyed myself with it, which was why I canceled golf and stayed home to be with my car. It was the only place I didn't have to tolerate people or chatter, where I could unwind and not think about problems or stress. And the old radio swap was the best distraction, despite my still being irritable.
I sat in the passenger seat fiddling with the wiring harness for the beast of a car trying to decide which color wires attached to which part on the radio. I never heard Ashley walk up the drive or enter the garage until the driver's side door opened and she slipped in and sat down. I looked up at her, annoyed and scowling, but her smile threatened to undo me.
"Hey, Jack.” She pulled the handle and released the seat, and it slid back as far as it could go. I tried not to notice how good she smelled or the fact that her hair was down. It fell in crazy waves across her chest, covering the cleavage that I knew was there. She wore a tank top and short shorts and her legs looked freshly shaven.
"If you came here for something, you should just leave now." Part of my grumpy mood was her. Seeing her with Sam, smiling and getting along. She'd had something with him in the past. I wasn’t such a fool to believe all that depth of relationship would vanish after a breakup. Barbra and I still had history and at times, I thought I could go back to her and make it work if she wanted to.
Ashley chuckled. "Wow, you're still just as moody as you were this week. I thought with it being your day off, you'd be happier."
My jaw clenched and I focused on the wires. I just couldn't get my finger into the space where I needed to thread the green wire through, and it was frustrating me to the point I almost wanted to quit.
"Do you need to get laid or something? Maybe then you'll behave rationally."
Her comment was slightly hurtful so I ignored it. The wire still wouldn't slip through the slot. It felt like I was threading a needle and I needed glasses to see what I was doing. I pressed my eyes closed for a second and felt her hand touch mine. When I opened my eyes to look at her, she was staring at the wire.
"I see,” she mumbled and then effortlessly slid the wire in place. I pinched the end and pulled it through and scowled in frustration that I couldn’t get it and she'd done it in less than a second. "Got it…."
"Thanks," I grumped and continued with the wiring.
"There was another death. A patient died of cardiac arrest." Ashley sat back on the seat and flipped her hair over her shoulder before crossing her arms beneath her tits. I looked up at her and noticed how her cleavage popped right out the top of her tank top. It made me look away so I didn't start getting hard. She was so hot.
"You think they're connected?" I asked, again looking at the wires. So she came here to talk about what she'd been learning. I still thought she wanted sex too. And now with her close to me, I was finding myself feeling a little aroused too.
"I think they are. And I think Dr. Blake has something to do with this one. She was there. I spoke with a nurse too." When she angled her hips and crossed one leg over the other, I got a whiff of her perfume, with a hint of arousal in the air. She did come here for sex—or maybe that was just what I did to her. I liked the thought of that.
"Hm, well I'm sure the board will start to see the connection." I dropped a nut for one of the screws and it fell on the floorboard beside Ashley's foot. When she reached down there, I thought she was grabbing the nut for me. Instead, she slid one sandal off, then the other, and tossed them out the window.
There was no way I could reach it from where I sat. If I tried, my face would go right in her lap, which was clearly what she wanted. I wasn't sure what I wanted. I refused to share a woman with any other man—or woman, for that matter. Friends were okay, even necessary, but when it crossed the line into something more, it became cheating. I had a woman like that once and I refused to do it again.
"Could you reach that?" I growled and realized how unhappy I sounded, but it was because I was. The idea of Ashley sneaking around behind my back to flirt with Sam Gooding or have private conversations with him made me irrationally jealous and angry. I couldn't get that image of his smile directed at her out of my head, and then she touched his hand too. Not a good thing for me and my mental state at that moment.
"I'm going to do one better for you, Jack."
"What?"
I straightened in the seat and left the wires dangling. Ashley grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head and off. Her hair swept upward with it, collecting every strand and tossing them over the back of the seat. Her chest was exposed, bulging out of her red satin bra.
"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling my chest constrict. My body wanted her, but my mind was still angry and insecure. The worst part was I couldn't even say anything to her about it. We weren't together as a couple, and we couldn’t be. Calvin would wring my neck.
"I'm going to help you, Jack." Her hands slid across the soft, fleshy globes imprisoned in red satin and she undid the front hook of her bra. As she pulled the cups apart, her tits bounced free. I swallowed hard again and tried to breathe steadily. The ambivalence inside me swirled, fighting against itself.
"Ashley—" I protested, but she cut me off.
"What did you mean by I'm ‘yours and yours only’, Jack?" Her hands smoothed over her stomach and gripped the button fly of her shorts. With one swift tug, all five buttons popped open and she was shimmying her shorts and panties down before I could refuse her.
"I meant exactly what I said. I don't share. Not your body, not your time, not your heart?—"
The way she rose up and leaned forward toward me put her pussy on display first, and then her tits were in my face, obstructing my view.
"Well if you're not in the market to share, then it means you're the only one who can take care of my needs. So you'd better satisfy me.” She climbed across the seat and straddled me. We barely fit, but I didn't care. She was naked on top of me, and my lips were pressing against her nipple, ready to suck her into my mouth.
"God, woman, you will be the death of me. Do you understand what will happen if your dad comes early for poker night?" I bit down on the inside of her tit, and she winced and hissed.
"Then you'd better go fast because I’m not leaving until you make me come at least three times." Ashley leaned down and forced me to look up before covering my mouth with hers.
I was grumpy and angry and uncertain, but I knew I wanted her. The problem was, if this was just a fling and all about the sex, I wouldn't be jealous of her speaking to Sam. It was how I knew I was catching feelings for her—very real, very dangerous feelings. More than just sex.
"I don't have a condom," I told her. The only way to get one was to take this party up to my bedroom.
"So… I have more than one hole," she mewled cheekily, and it made my dick harder than I'd ever felt it. The pressure was so intense, skin stretched so tight, I thought I’d burst open.
"You wild little vixen.” I kissed her back, running my hands over her hips to grip each of her butt cheeks hard and pull her down onto my lap. The moisture from her pussy rubbed onto my pants, and I knew I'd have to change before poker, but I didn’t care.
"Make me come, Jack.”
Reaching down, I slid two fingers inside her, testing her wetness. She was soaked with slippery juices that invited my fingers to go deeper. "God, you're so wet," I growled into her ear as I began pumping my fingers in and out of her while angling my hips forward, rubbing my rock-hard dick with the back of my hand. I wanted inside her, but not until I heard her scream my name.
Ashley's nails bit into my shoulders as she arched her back, pushing more of her wetness onto me. The sound of our heavy breathing and her moans filled the car. I wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place, my other hand still working between her thighs. I stroked her clit, rubbing in circles before slipping my index finger inside her alongside the others.
"Ah! God, there!" she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. "Faster.”
I couldn't help but grin at how responsive she was to my touch. My ego swelled with pride as a man. Damn right, I can make you scream , I thought to myself. I curled my fingers upward, teasing her G-spot, and found the sweet spot that made her moan louder than before.
"Yes, yes, just like that," she moaned, tilting her hips to meet each thrust of my fingers. Her nipples were hard and puckered, brushing against my neck as she arched her back. I continued to suckle on them, licking and biting as she started to lose control. It was so hot—and so wrong—to be doing this after giving Calvin that accursed promise. But the thrill of being caught only added to the pleasure. I picked up the speed of my hand, now rubbing the heel of my palm on her clit while my fingers thrust into her.
Ashley moaned, arching her back and grinding against my hand. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she started to come, riding the high of her orgasm. I could feel her tightening, pulsing around my digits as I curved them in a come-hither motion, knowing it would send her over the edge.
"Oh, wow, Jack! Right there!" she gasped, burying her face in my shoulder. Her nails bit into my skin as she screamed out, "Yes! Oh, God, Jack, I'm coming!" Her pussy spasmed and her body jerked as she lay over me. I found one of her nipples and sucked as she rode it out, and when she was a sweaty mess of exhaustion and endorphins, I squeezed both hands between our bodies and undid the fly of my pants.
"I'm not done with you, Ash," I growled into her ear before sliding her backward and repositioning myself. "You still have two more to go." I stroked my dick a few times, and she let her head loll backward with a stupid grin on her face.
“Yes, sir,” she responded, groping her own tits and twisting her nipples.
“You really have no idea how hot you are, do you?” I tapped the head of my cock against her sensitive nub, and she jolted and hissed.
“Would you want me as badly if I did?” The way she looked down at me drove me wild. I angled my dick toward her entrance, and she rose up slightly to allow me to slide in. “Oh, God,” she grunted as her pussy stretched to take me.
“You’re so tight,” I groaned. “God, I could spend all night inside you.” I thrust upward, burying myself balls deep inside her.
“Mmmhmm, right there,” she moaned, and my grip on her butt tightened. I pulled her hips backward, sliding almost all the way out before thrusting back in until I hit her cervix, making her moan louder. “Yes! There!”
I picked up the pace, pistoning hard and fast, ramming into her so quickly the car rocked on its axles. Her cries filled the small space as she groaned my name. She clenched around me, her inner muscles clamping down around my cock in rhythm with her orgasm as she climaxed again.
“You’re so sexy when you’re coming apart around my dick.”
She clawed at my chest, milking me and wrinkling my shirt as she rode me, her tits bouncing in my face. I was so close, I had to slow, which made her groan in disapproval. “Jack,” she whimpered, but I still wasn’t finished.
“You said something about other holes?” I asked, and she again dropped her forehead to my shoulder, but her hips rose, allowing me to slide out of her.
I reached around behind her and gripped myself as she repositioned herself closer to me. My chin was in her cleavage, her eyes locked on mine as I held myself upright and she slowly descended. The moisture from her pussy coated my dick, providing ample lube as I pushed into her tight ring of muscles. She hissed and gasped and shut her eyes, and all I could do was sit there and take it.
The heat and pressure were exquisite. “God, Ash. You feel amazing,” I groaned as she lowered herself fully onto me, taking all of me inside her.
“Mmm,” she moaned, rocking back and forth. Her nails dug into my sides, having slipped under my shirt, and she bounced on my lap. “It’s so good,” she panted. “So… good.”
Her tightness squeezed me in places I never knew possible. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My orgasm was speeding toward me like a freight train, and I was helpless to stop it. I held on to her hips, guiding her movements as she rode me.
“Tell me you’re mine, Ashley,” I demanded, but she was breathless, ready to snap again. “Say it. Say you’re only mine.”
“Oh, God, Jack, I’m…” She panted, her whole body tensing. “I’m coming again,” she managed to get out before her walls squeezed around my cock. The sensation of her throbbing hole around my dick pushed me toward the edge. The satisfying words didn’t come, but my orgasm did, rolling across my body in a heatwave that filled her with ropes of steamy cum. I held her as she rode it out, milking my cock until there was nothing left to give.
“I… I love it when you talk dirty,” she panted, collapsing onto my chest. I resisted responding, not sure how I felt about what I’d just said.
I wanted her more than I thought I did, and for more than I could have her. But she wasn't a prize to be won or lost. She was a human with free will and a choice to make. I wouldn’t share her with Sam, and I wouldn't stoop to the level of demanding she stop speaking with him, either. If that was what she wanted, then she could have it. She just couldn't have me at the same time.
"Now, do you feel better?" she purred and kissed my cheek before nibbling on my ear.
"Yes, thank you.” My dick was still buried in her, still throbbing from exertion, and I didn't want this perfect moment to end. But my thoughts were already pulling me back into a sour mood. "You should go before your dad gets here for poker night." I smacked her butt cheek, and she smirked at me.
"Or I could park around the block and wait for you in your bedroom and when you take a break to use the toilet, I could suck you off." Her lips brushed over mine, and I bit her hard.
"You want me to have a heart attack from anxiety? I'm an old man, remember?" I groped her tits and brought one nipple to my mouth to suck. She hissed as she rose up and my cock pulled out of her.
"It'd be a fun way to go, but then I couldn't be with you anymore, so no… I'll go." She looked a little discouraged as she climbed back into the driver's seat and started putting her clothing back on. With the garage door open, the neighbors might have just gotten a show, but God, was it amazing.
I watched her as I tucked myself back into my now-messy pants and felt my own mingling of uncertainty and desire. So many thoughts raced through my head, I couldn't nail a single one down. I was falling in love with her and risking my heart again. She was fifteen years younger and still exploring her world. I was an old man. She'd never be happy long-term. But I wanted her to be. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her, and that scared me.
"See you Monday?" she asked as her hand rested on the door handle.
I wanted to say stay, to have a deep conversation about my past and what Barbra did to me. I wanted to bare my soul to her and find solace in someone else knowing how desperately I'd been hurt, but she said, "Dad will be coming." And all of that washed away. Calvin would never understand this. He'd be angry. So, I let her climb out and said nothing until she shut the door and leaned in to look at me. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Thank you for taking time to care about me, Ashley." My insides screamed in pain and fear, but I kept a straight face. That’s what men do. They bury their pain behind emotionless expressions and mask their insecurity behind intelligence.
"I do care about you, Jack. More than you know." She pressed two fingers to her lips and then held them out to me, and I mirrored her action. Then she stooped to pick up her shoes and walked away.
This insane jealousy was going to eat me alive. How could she act like I was the only thing she wanted when she was having lunch with another man? And not just any man. It was a man she'd been intimately acquainted with before. I rubbed my face and growled loud enough that I thought maybe she heard me, but she didn’t return. I hated how torn I felt, how angry I got. But I wanted her.
Why was I doing this to myself?