Chapter 4
Jason
After leaving the school with Jace, my emotions were all over the place. I truly thought that for the past ten years I was raising my boys just fine.
Jaxon and Jace never complained to me about their mother’s death; although looking back, I also never really asked them about her once the boys started getting older.
Fuck. My mind was a mess and the only thing I could think about right now was Vivienne’s thick thighs and ample ass. I truly needed to get laid and soon, before I decided to do something stupid and cross a line that I told myself I would never do.
Well, two lines to be exact: never fuck a married woman and never fuck a subordinate. And Vivienne Sinclair was both. Fuck my life.
We pulled into the underground garage. Jace was never big on talking since his mother’s passing. That should have been my first sign that something was wrong. But like always. I shut my thoughts down instead of opening my heart up and manning the fuck up to become a better father.
By the time we got inside the penthouse, Jaxon was already in the kitchen with Lucas, getting dinner started. Lucas was like an uncle to my boys. I’ve known him most of my life.
Lucas was just as good looking as me and single. He had zero intentions on being in a long-term relationship or having kids. He’d be the first to tell anyone. But he loved my boys as if they were his own.
He visited often and I was thankful for his presence in my boys’ life. God knows I was barely present. I worked, I fucked, I came home, and repeated the cycle all over again. Yeah, it was time to start putting my boys first before I lost them, too.
“Hey, fucker!” Lucas bellowed.
“Language, dickhead!” I said chuckling.
“Really, dad? How are you going to say something to Uncle Lucas when you’re shit talking, too?” Jaxon didn’t even blink once while also talking profanities.
Yeah, I was killing it with this whole single dad thing. I shook my head and chuckled as Jace quietly walked by the kitchen and down to his room.
Lucas looked over to me in question, as I shook my head slightly. He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the stove and put a hand on Jaxon’s shoulder as he stirred something on the stove.
“So, Jaxon here is cooking shrimp alfredo for dinner and your mom is also on her way up. I thought that I would take you out tonight, while she sits with the boys.”
Great. It’s not that I didn’t mind mom coming up for dinner, but I didn’t want her interrogation on Jace and the fact that I was failing as a father.
“Now’s not a good time, Lucas. I really should stay at home tonight.”
Jaxon interrupted our conversation and turned around from the stove. “It’s okay, dad. You can go out, you know? It’s been awhile since you’ve had some fun and grandma really doesn’t mind.”
Since when did my eighteen year old get so wise to his old man’s actions?
I sighed as I ran my hands down my face and decided that tonight would probably be just what I needed. Yeah, Lucas and I could go out to wherever he was dragging me to and I could get my dick wet from some woman who definitely wasn’t Vivienne Sinclair.
Then I could show up at work on Monday morning and not look at her ass, her curves, or listen to her addictive laugh. Yeah, tonight I was getting laid or Monday I’d be definitely fucked.
“Alright, Lucas. After dinner, I’m yours. It’s time to let loose, but tomorrow I’m golfing with David, so I’m not staying out all night.”
David Thompson was a long time friend and mentor. He was now retired, but I was looking forward to catching up and getting some solid advice from him.
After dinner and successfully dodging mom’s questioning gaze about Jace, I headed up to my room to get ready to go out.
I jump in the shower, intent on making it quick. But as the water cascades down my torso and roll over my cock, my thoughts linger briefly to Vivienne at the office earlier today.
I think about her soft hand on my arm and imagine what else is soft. With a groan, my hand finds its way to my now throbbing cock. I grip it roughly and slowly run my hand up and down my shaft as I fantasize about bringing Vivienne’s hand up to my mouth and pressing soft kisses against her knuckles. Would her skin taste just as sweet as her smiles?
I jerk my cock violently as visions of her float through my head. I think about what it would be like when I finally bend her over my desk and run my fingers up her wet slit. I imagine sinking down to my knees and spreading her wide, while I run my tongue from her slit to her puckered hole. I would plunge two fingers into her swollen pussy and fuck her with my hand and make her come all over my fingers. I would slowly pull my fingers from her wet pussy and suck on them one by one before finally pressing the head of my cock into her luscious …..
Oh fuck. My knees buckle as I jerk my hand roughly up and down while bucking my hips, until my cum spills from spent cock all over the marble shower walls.
This was not what I was supposed to be doing. I wasn’t supposed to be jerking off in my shower to visions of my married assistant for fuck’s sake. I quickly finish up my shower and get ready. I pull my black Henley long sleeve on and find a pair of dark jeans to go with it. Fuck it, I wasn’t trying to impress anyone; however, I was trying to get laid so I wouldn’t be jerking off to thoughts of my assistant anymore in my shower. Right?
We get settled in the VIP lounge as a beautiful cocktail waitress saunters over to take our drink orders. She bends over slightly
as her big tits brush my arm. It does nothing for me. My cock doesn’t even twitch. But she doesn’t know that.
“Gentlemen, what can I get for you?”
Lucas smirks as he orders us two whiskies with two shots. It’s going to be a long night. The waitress tilts her head towards the back area slightly. “Well, if you need anything, anything at all, let me know.”
Normally, I would be jumping to my feet to get a release, but my dick wasn’t wanting the waitress. Hell, he hadn’t even twitched to the sight of any of the women here tonight.
“Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you, there is literally hundreds of pussy here tonight?” Lucas never sugarcoated anything when it came to me. Not that I blamed him. We told each other everything.
“I told you man, I’m just not in the mood.”
“Since when? Pussy is pussy. Fuck, you don’t even need to fuck a pussy at this point, just fuck their mouth. You need a release my man, and I’m not talking about from your fist either.”
“Fuck off, Lucas. I’ll find someone. Just let me relax for a moment.”
About an hour went by and I was ready to go home. Lucas had wandered off with some blonde bimbo and I moved to the bar. Just as I was about to send a text to Lucas to tell him I was about to head home, a short, curvy little brunette sat next to me.
“Hey, handsome. I’ve been watching you all night. You here alone?” She reached out and placed her hand on my thigh.
By now my cock should be twitching to life. Nothing. “I’m here with a friend, but he’s a little occupied at the moment. You can keep me company for a bit. What’s your name?”
She let out the most annoying giggle ever as she flipped her hair to the side. “It’s Patricia, but you can call me anything you want, big boy.”
I nearly rolled my eyes, but this was a good thing. Right? I needed to get another short, curvy woman out of my head.
I grabbed the chic’s hand and pulled her to stand. She thought I was going to lean in to kiss her, but I never and I mean never kiss the random women I fucked. It was too intimate, too personal and I rarely fucked women in any other position than from behind.
I leaned down slightly and pressed my mouth next to her ear. She shivered slightly and pressed herself closer to me, my cock was still fucking limp. “So, Patricia. You want to make me feel good tonight?”
“Absolutely, big boy! I know just the spot.” She didn’t even bother asking me what my name was. I preferred it that way. The less she knew about me the better. I knew what this was and so did she. Except my head wasn’t in the game.
I let her pull me down a dark hallway, through another door that had a hidden alcove. I pressed her against the wall and held her hands above her head. She tried kissing me a few times but I simply kissed along her jaw while running my hands along the side of her breast. She started to breath heavily and rock her hips against me, in an attempt to give her self some friction. My cock still wasn’t hard, it was getting there, but normally I’d be rock hard by now.
I pushed thoughts of another woman out of my head. I needed to do this. So I pulled Patricia’s leg up around my hip, as I maneuvered my hand up towards her pussy. Her moans were some annoying fake porn star sound, but whatever.
I slipped my fingers around her panties and found her slick lips. I slowly pushed a finger in as I nuzzled her neck. I pulled her tank top down to release her tits and bent my head to swirl my tongue around her tight little nipples. I worked another finger into her wet pussy and plunged them in and out, while flicking my thumb over her clit. I knew she was getting close to her orgasm by the way she was writhing against me and rocking her hips.
My cock was finally starting to get hard, but I quickly realized it was because I wasn’t thinking about the woman in front of my anymore, I was thinking of her .
Vivienne would be my ruination.
“Oh fuck, big boy. Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come.” Patricia rocked her hips, meeting my fingers thrust for thrust. As she clenched around my fingers, I gripped my cock hard, needing to relieve some pressure.
She sagged against the wall with a smile and lowered herself to her knees. “Your turn, big boy.” She purred as she slapped my hand away . She undid my belt and swiftly unbuttoned my jeans. She lowered my zipper and pulled out my throbbing cock and smiled up at me and she said, “Fuck my mouth. I’ve been a bad little slut.”
Well, damn. This is what I needed. I gripped the base of my dick and guided the head of my fat, thick cock into her mouth. I grabbed her head and started rocking my hips back and forth.
“Fuck, suck it just like that. Fuck that’s it, suck it like the dirty little whore that you are.” Patricia worked her head faster, bobbing up and down, while hollowing out her cheeks. I’m going to come. And I’m going to come with thoughts of fucking Vivienne in my head. Fuck!
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Viv…” I clamped mouth shut tight before I embarrassed myself by shouting another woman’s name in front of the current woman sucking my dick.
I pulled my dick from her mouth before I could come. I couldn’t do it.
Patricia looked up at me and whined.” What the fuck, man? Why’d you stop?”
“I’m sorry. Look, this was I mistake. I need to go.” I quickly zipped up my pants and darted away. I left her still on her knees pouting.
As I turned the corner, I heard a muttered asshole coming from Patricia. Yeah, I deserved that. But hey, at least she got off. I was rock hard and irritated at myself for thinking about her while getting my dick sucked by another woman. Fuck this. I’m going home. I ordered a car and left. I didn’t even bother messaging Lucas.