Chapter 14 Jack
Inever usually sleep in this late on a Saturday; most of the time I’m up trying to make myself busy so I can stay out of a particular person’s way.
However, today is different. After bushing my teeth and grabbing a quick shower, I head downstairs in search of Robyn.
Since our little sexual agreement, I can’t seem to keep my hands off her, and whenever she’s near me it’s like my cock just won’t calm itself down.
Last night she prepared dinner consisting of steak, potatoes, and a mix of whatever vegetables I had in the freezer, and I can’t remember the last time someone did that for me—without me having to ask.
Needless to say I was a little dubious at first considering I wasn’t aware she could cook in the first place, but it was incredible.
The steak was prepared to perfection, and everything else was seasoned tastefully.
After eating, we spent most of the evening talking, getting to know each other, and playing cards while we sat at opposite ends of the bed. A glass of white wine in her hand, a beer in mine. It was… different. Nice. But not something that can continue between us once she leaves.
As awful as it feels to know that, I have to let her go.
This thing between us is nothing more than some no strings or promises attached fun, and thankfully we’re both aware of it. I’m far too old, and she has the rest of her life ahead of her… even if we do have a hell of a lot in common apart from sex.
I spot her sitting at the dining table with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. Her hair is still wild and messy from last night, and all she’s wearing is one of my oversized T-shirts from my drawer and a pair of my loose-fit cotton boxer shorts.
Music sails from the radio behind her and I lean against the doorjamb watching her for a few moments, getting lost in how stunning she is when she doesn’t think anyone is looking.
It was just until the snow thaws… don’t forget that, Jack.
By tomorrow morning, she’ll be gone.
“Morning.”
Robyn looks up at me and smiles, and fuck if it doesn’t do something to me. “Hey. Good sleep?”
Jesus, she’s beautiful.
No, no, we’re not going there, just answer her question. “It was. I don’t usually sleep past seven, so… yeah, this is a surprise.” I walk over to the chair beside her and take a seat.
“So I was checking out flights this morning, and it seems some are up and running to LA now.”
A sinking feeling rolls through my stomach, and I have no idea why.
This is good, right?
She’s not begging to stay, not professing her love for me and wanting a relationship. This is exactly what I said to her, and… well… she’s following through on that.
So, if that’s the case, why do I want her to stay longer?
“Have you booked anything yet?”
“No,” she sighs.
Why does that make me happy?
“I’m trying to make sure I can actually get to the airport before I book anything.
If there’s nobody to take me, I’m not losing money on a flight.
” She takes one final sip of her coffee and places it back on top of the coffee mat.
“Anyway—” She lulls her head to the side and smiles. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
She stands from her chair. “I can make you something for—”
I take hold of her wrist and guide her to stand between my legs. “I’m not hungry for food,” I state matter-of-factly, the corner of my mouth curving with a roguish grin.
Robyn rolls her eyes, raising her eyebrow down at me as I slide my hands up the smooth skin on either side of her thighs. “Didn’t you have enough of me last night?” she teases as I raise the hem of her T-shirt up and kiss her stomach.
“Me? Get enough of you?” I look up at her through hooded eyes. “Never.” Gripping her hips I help her into a seated position on the table in front of me. “Now, if you don’t mind” —I drag my boxer shorts from her lower half and toss them beside me— “I need to eat my breakfast.”
She bursts out laughing, her entire body shaking, and I can’t help but laugh along with her. “You’re such an odd old man, you know that?”
“Wasn’t old when I had you screaming my name while I fucked that tight little asshole of yours last night.
” I chuckle playfully, gently pushing her back towards the table.
Her bright copper hair is splayed out like a crown of fire as I remove my boxers from her body.
I lift her right leg and place it over my right shoulder, using my free hand to spread her other leg wide.
Her breathing is already hitched, waiting for me to devour her.
I lean forward and press my nose against her wet slit and breathe her in as I skim my nose up the length of her pussy. Robyn smells like honey and lemon—that overly sweet shower gel she’s been using since she got here.
I flick my tongue against the piercing she has just above her clitoral hood, and she bucks, pushing her chest to the ceiling. “Stay for the weekend,” I murmur against her pussy, not diving in just yet but teasing her into agreeing.
“The snow… is melting…” One of her hands threads through my thick hair, clasping it tight.
She’s trying to pull me closer to her and all I can do is smile between her legs. “Then leave on Monday.” I blow on her clit, and she releases the most delicate moan. “When it’s safer.”
“Do we really have to talk about—oh!” She barely finishes her sentence, moaning and curving her back the second I swipe my tongue between her lower lips. “Okay,” she breathes. “Okay.”
“Okay, what, little bird?” I press further.
“I’ll… I’ll… oh, fuuuck.”
Robyn’s body reacts to me in ways I’ve never seen from any other woman I’ve been with, and fuck me if it isn’t a glorious sight to behold.
She’s even using the heel of her foot that’s resting on my shoulder to pull me closer.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it.” I tease her more, licking the outside of her lips, sliding a thumb over her clit with a feather’s amount of pressure.
“Please, Jack,” she begs me.
“Please what, baby.”
There’s that word again.
“Y-you win, I’ll… s-stay. Please, just… eat my pussy.” Her fingers tighten further in my hair and although the sharp sting has me briefly gritting my teeth, I love the feel of it.
“I love winning.”
As those words sail from my throat, I bury my face between her legs, opening my mouth as wide as it will go and devouring her pussy like it’s the last time I’ll ever be able to taste her.
Because come Monday it will be, you idiot.
I snake both hands forward, moving them underneath the top she’s wearing and find her nipples, pinching them at the same time and listening to the bliss-filled yelp she releases.
My hands roam the entirety of her skin and back down towards the underside of her thighs where I push her knees back to her chest, opening up both holes for me.
“Hold them there,” I order, and she wraps both hands behind the backs of her knees. “So submissive.”
Still sat in the chair I move closer, gripping each of her ass cheeks and spreading them apart, flattening my tongue to run from her ass crack all the way up her slit, paying special attention to her bundle of nerves.
I suck it between my lips and flit the tip of my tongue back and forth against it.
“Yes, just like that, Jack… keep going.” Her husky, yet breathless tone only makes me want to keep going. It’s only been a few minutes and she’s already a mess.
I release her clit and slide back down to her back hole, swirling, licking, and flicking my tongue over it, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever I can.
After a few more seconds I begin tongue-fucking her ass relentlessly and Robyn’s frantic cries of enjoyment are something to store in my memories for when she’s gone, because fuck does she sound incredible.
“Fuck my ass again… please, Jack,” she begs so loud that if we had neighbours I’d have to gag her.
I pull my tongue from her hole and she proceeds to keep her legs spread for me, so I spit as much saliva as I can onto her pink hole and stand up, watching it glide onto the dark wood of the dining room table.
Removing my dick from inside my grey sweats, I reach forward, and she opens other mouth without me having to ask.
I force three fingers down the back of her throat until she’s coughing, gagging, and retching all over them.
Thick strings of saliva coat my fingers as I pull them free, and coat my cock with it, slicking it up so I can slide into her nice and easy.
I press the tip of my cock against her asshole and very slowly edge into her.
The head pushing past her ring with little to no resistance at all, so I keep going.
“Thank you, oh my god, thank you,” she moans, biting down on her lip with each inch I give her.
“Fffuuuck, Robyn.” I spank her left ass cheek, and she clenches so tight I grunt. “This world-class ass of yours is something to be desired.”
“Fuck me…” She pauses, then gets this look in her eye. “Fuck me harder, Da—”
“Don’t.” I pull out slow, pushing back in at the same speed. “You fucking d—”
“Fuck me, Daddy.” I fall forward, placing my right forearm beside her head and gripping her throat with my other hand, our lips so close I could… “No kissing, remember?”
I squeeze my hand firmer around her neck, her pulse throbbing underneath the pressure of my thumb. My lips graze the side of her face as I speak. “Who said I wanted to kiss a cock-hungry whore like you, little bird?”
“No… one.” She coughs, but there’s a smirk to her lips. “Give it to me.” Even as she’s being choked, she’s still a feisty one.
I growl deeply, pistoning my hips as I take her just the way she wants me to.
“Who’d have thought my stepdaughter would be such an ideal cock-sleeve for me?
” I huff with every word. My hips slap against her ass, my stomach clenching with every brutal thrust I give her.
Echoes of her wild, pleasure-filled sobs bound from one wall to the next while I grunt hoarsely, her ass strangles my shaft in the best way.
“So that’s what you’ve been doing.”
Robyn screams beneath me and I instantly cover her half-naked body before turning to face the archway of the dining room. Three of my old army buddies stand there. Danny, covering his face, Pete, with his lips rolled between his teeth, and Sam, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
“Turn the fuck around, assholes!” I bark. “Jesus fucking Christ, a little privacy!”
Sam turns around instantly, nudging Danny, and Pete follows. “Guess you forgot we were supposed to be here today?” Pete chuckles.
I carefully pull out of Robyn and tuck my dick back into my pants. “How the fuck did you even get in?” Bending at the waist, I lift the boxers she was originally wearing and help her step into them.
“Sam picked the lock,” Pete snorts.
I watch Sam smack Pete roughly on the back of his head. “The fuck I did, asshole!”
I place a gentle kiss on top of Robyn’s head and look down at her. I’m just about to speak before she steps back. “I’m gonna” —she points her thump over her shoulder, still stepping backwards— “go take a shower.”
With her head low she quickly saunters past my friends, and neither of them say a thing until the sound of my bedroom door sounds out, then all three of them turn around simultaneously.
“If I’d have known you were balls-deep inside some chick that isn’t your—”
“She’s not some chick,” I correct Sam immediately. “It’s not like that.” Moving past them I make my way into the kitchen and the three of them follow me. “The least you could’ve done was called.” I open the fridge and pull out four beers.
“We did, twice.” Pete laughs, taking a bottle of Budweiser from me and unscrewing the top. “Now I know why you didn’t answer.”
“So—” Danny takes a beer from me and hops up on the kitchen counter. “Who’s the broad?”
I screw up my face, snorting at his term for a woman. “Are we in the 1960s or some shit?”
“You’re old enough to know,” he shoots back, smiling around the opening of the beer and taking a large sip. “But back to the matter at hand… Who is she? And where’s Art the Clown?”
Danny’s nickname for Jennifer never fails to make me laugh.
Forgetting the three of them were coming over this weekend for dinner and a catch-up was my bad—I’ve clearly become far too wrapped up in Robyn to have remembered.
Either that or I’m getting old.
I wasn’t exactly prepared for any of this, nor was I ever planning on telling anyone but my brother. Mainly because he knows how to keep his mouth shut, and these three assholes will never let me live this down.
I clear my throat, pulling out a kitchen chair from next to the island and parking myself down on top of it. Cold alcohol swirls into my mouth and I swallow, wiping my hand down my beard. “I’m divorcing her.” All three of my friends freeze mid sip, their eyes bugging out in surprise.
“Shit,” Pete huffs. “Sorry, man, that’s… rough.”
“Long time coming.” I shrug nonchalantly.
“So then… who’s little red upstairs?” Sam asks, smirking.
I wait until each of them have alcohol in their mouths—possibly mid swallow—before I announce exactly who she is. “That’s Jennifer’s daughter.”
Each of my friends begin to choke profusely on the brown liquid in their mouths, Danny even snorting some out of his nose.
And as I take another sip of my own beer, I say one final thing, “Don’t…
make her feel uncomfortable. I still have my Dessert Eagle .
50 in my drawer, and a very large back garden. I doubt anybody would miss any of you.”
Pete holds his hands up beside his head in surrender. “Wouldn’t even dream of it, brother.”
Yet the smirk on each of their faces tells me there’s no way this won’t get mentioned during their time here.
Great. Just great.