20. Jian
20
JIAN
“ H igher!” Zack screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking his legs back and forth while I pushed him on the swing. “Higher!”
I added a little extra strength to my next push, but with Mae by my side, watching closely, I wasn’t going to risk anything crazy. With Rocco and Dino out of town, Mae and Zack were under my care, and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to them, least of all an accident at the park.
“Careful,” Mae warned with a sunny smile on her face as she leaned against one of the swing supports. “If you go any higher, you might fly off and then never come back down. What would I do then?”
Zack’s only response was to scream in joy, and we both laughed. Oh, to have the young, carefree outlook of a child, where the most important thing was how much time you had to play and counting the hours until the school bell rang.
Life got so much more serious as an adult .
We’d spent the day together, fully tiring Zack out in the sand pit, building a whole host of castles up and down the pit. Then we’d had a competition on the climbing bars, which I was kind enough to let Zack win. Now, as the sun set over the trees and turned the duck pond into a basket of sparkling gems, we were winding down on the swings.
Hunger was pulling at my gut, and in between his squeals of excitement, Zack was showing signs of being tired. Soon, it was time to pack up and head home.
“Can I have some ice cream?” Zack asked, taking Mae’s hand and walking between us with bouncing steps.
“Maybe later,” Mae replied. “Grandma’s been cooking a nice dinner for you, and I don’t want to get into trouble for ruining your appetite.”
“But I want ice cream!”
“Well, if you’re nice enough, you can ask Grandma when we’re home. Remember, she’s feeling a little poorly, so you have to be on your best behavior.”
“Is she alright?” I asked Mae after she’d secured Zack into the car. Leaning one arm on the roof of the car, I studied Mae’s beautiful face and watched the faux happiness melt away with a flash of pain.
“She’s just feeling under the weather. I’m not sure if she’s coming down with something or if it’s all the excitement of having Zack with her. It’s been a good holiday, but a long one for someone her age,” Mae explained.
“Time with family is precious,” I replied. “I’m sure she appreciates it.”
“Oh, she does.” Mae chuckled. “What more ammo will she need when it comes to judging me?”
“Isn’t that the truth. ”
“You know…” Mae paused with one hand on the door handle. “You didn’t have to do this. Spend the day with us, I mean.”
I also paused, and a flutter of anticipation swept through my lower gut. “Honestly, I’m glad I did. I wanted to, and also, I still feel guilty for hiding who I was. I want to make it up to you, if I can.”
“I’m not sure it counts as hiding if we didn’t talk enough for it to come up,” Mae pointed out with a smile. “But I appreciate that. Though if you do get bored, there’s no hard feelings if you want to resort to quietly stalking me from a distance like Dino.”
“Dino’s an asshole,” I scoffed.
“Mom!” Zack yelled from inside the car. “Hurry up!”
“Alright, alright.” Laughing, Mae slid into the car, and I entered the driver’s seat to take them both home.
Upon arrival, Mae invited me inside but left me with her mother as she took Zack upstairs to wash up before dinner. My quiet exploration of the kitchen ended when I leaned up from trying to guess what smelled so good in the oven and came face to face with an elderly woman wrapped in a blue shawl. Her face was pinched, and she clutched crumpled tissues in one hand.
“Who are you?” she demanded sharply.
“I’m Jian. I’m a—” A what? A friend? Crush? Bodyguard? “Mae invited me in.”
“Did she now?” Irritation swept across her elderly face, and she flapped her other hand to wave me away from the oven. “Are you staying for dinner?”
“I’m only here for?—”
“Yes, he is,” Mae cut in, reappearing in the doorway with a very tired but clean Zack in her arms. “You can spare him a place, can’t you? ”
Despite her grumblings, Mae’s mother did indeed serve me a plate of the lasagna she had been cooking, and we settled down for a nice meal. There was an interesting warmth about sharing a meal with Mae’s family, and part of me couldn’t wait to rub it in Dino’s face. The food was delicious, although Mae’s mother simply looked insulted when I complimented her. There were a hundred reasons she might not like me, but I did wonder if it was because of Zack.
After all, his father was out there somewhere, even though Mae hadn’t said a word about him other than at the restaurant. The last thing I wanted her mother thinking was that I was trying to muscle in.
Near the end of the meal, Zack was so tired that his head nearly touched the plate. As Mae moved to help him up, her mother was on her feet.
“Let me,” she said, reaching to help Zack down from his chair. “I haven’t seen him all day and I miss him. Come on, kiddo.”
Zack didn’t care either way and leaned into his grandmother as she escorted him out of the kitchen. I listened to each individual creak of the staircase while Mae gathered up the plates and started doing the dishes.
Once I was certain grandmother and child were safely upstairs, I stood and moved behind Mae as she plunged her hands into the hot, soapy water and scrubbed away.
“Thanks for dinner,” I said softly, standing behind her. I intended to help with the dishes, half-eyeing the cloth for drying, but I immediately became distracted by Mae. She pressed back into me with a long sigh.
“Thank you for helping out today.”
“It’s no problem.”
“No, I mean… seeing Zack having fun like that was nice. He’s such a shy boy sometimes, always buried in a book or his iPad or something, an d in the city, I always try to get out with him more. Even here, it’s been a little tough, so it was just nice to see him so happy and having fun. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It was just… nice.”
“Anytime,” I murmured low in her ear.
Soapsuds slowly slid down her left forearm. I reached out and caught them with my fingertips, sliding them slowly up to her elbow. The subs melted into her skin, leaving nothing between my touch and her warmth. Rather than pull away to do the job I intended, I stayed behind her and stroked both her arms with my fingertips.
“Time to yourself must be rare, too,” I said, tucking my face into the heat of her soft neck. Mae’s head fell to the side and a soft, sweet sigh escaped her parted lips.
“You’ve no idea,” she replied. “These few weeks have been the most freedom I’ve had in years. It’s been… bliss.”
“Time to yourself makes your mind run wild, I bet.” I moved my hands to her abdomen, stroking south past her navel and then further still. Each movement was slow, giving her plenty of time to tell me to stop or change her mind. But as my left hand pressed through her skirt and cupped her mound, Mae shifted her stance and spread her legs wider.
“We really should do the dishes,” she gasped. Her head fell to the side, and I peppered several sweet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. At the juncture of her shoulder, I nibbled along to the spaghetti strap of her top while dipping my hand down her skirt and into the heat of her underwear.
“I know something else I’d like to do,” I murmured in her ear after kissing back up to the soft skin at her jaw.
“Oh, God.” Mae laughed. “So corny.” She moved both her hands to grip the sink, and I wound my other arm around her waist to keep her steady. Dipping two fingers into her heat, just one touch of her slick core was enough to send heat sparking down my spine. My cock swelled immediately, and as soon as it pressed against the confines of my clothes, I ground forward into her ass so she could feel it.
“Unless,” I added, licking around the shell of her ear, “You’d rather be responsible?”
“Oh,” Mae gasped, writhing slightly in my arms while I played with her clit and stroked continuously through her folds. “I think… I think it would be responsible to take care of any rising issues right now, rather than later.”
“As you wish.” Her consent was all I needed. I leaned back only a fraction and released Mae so I could free my cock from my slacks and pull her skirt up over her backside. Then I jerked her underwear to the side, lined my cock up with her slick entrance, and thrust deep into her pussy in one swift movement.
Mae gasped loudly and rose onto her tiptoes as if trying to escape the intrusion of my cock, then she sank back with a long, low groan. Her knuckles were white against the sink, and I returned my arm to her waist to help her balance. Her silken, hot pussy wrapped around my cock like a tight glove, and the pleasure was so intense that my abdomen remained tense for a few long seconds. I was so tense, I couldn’t even breathe, and we stood there for a moment, soaking each other up and adjusting.
Then I braced myself on the counter and started to fuck her rapidly. My free hand rose over Mae’s mouth to keep her quiet, and her head rolled back onto my shoulder. All day, I’d been thinking about fucking her. All day, I’d soaked in my jealousy that Rocco and Dino had gotten to be with her and I hadn’t. I’d also held a small fear that she didn’t see me that way, but that doubt was gone.
She clung to the sink and rocked her hips back in time with each of my rapid thrusts, punching muffled noises of pleasure out of both of us. I silenced myself in her neck, biting into the juncture of her shoulder and soothing the bite with my tongue. Mae was everything. Her moans were sweet. Her body was hot. Her pussy was pulling me in on every thrust, and even the angle didn’t matter.
I wanted to be so deep inside her that I never had to leave. I wanted to be a part of her, connected forever. I wanted to keep fucking her until she knew nothing but my name and the feel of my cock, to the point that she’d feel empty without me.
Those lust-filled thoughts poured through me, and then Mae started to suck on my fingers. I was completely lost to her then, utterly consumed by her presence, her heat, and her pussy.
I came hard, grunting against her neck and panting harshly as each tight wave of pleasure snapped through me like a band. Mae came at the same time. Her pussy locked down around me like a vise, and I moaned loudly, which made her laugh breathlessly. She lifted one soap-suds-coated hand and patted my arm around her waist.
“We should… we should build sandcastles more often if that’s how worked up you get.” She chuckled, wetting her lips with a swipe of her tongue.
“I’ll take you up on that,” I groaned, kissing her just below her ear. “Let’s go somewhere. Somewhere just us, where I can show you how I really want to fuck you.”
“You mean more than that?” Mae moaned softly as I pulled out of her, but before I could say anything else, the sound of her mother sharply clearing her throat filled the kitchen.
I turned slowly, making sure Mae was hidden long enough to make herself presentable, and shot her mother a bright smile.
“Mrs. Murphy.”
“You might want to take that elsewhere,” she says, sniffling into her tissues.
“I—Mom!” Mae’s face was beet red. “We were just?— ”
“Don’t.” She raised one hand and adjusted the shawl wrapped around her body. “Go. Do something nice. I’m happy to watch Zack.”
“Wait… really?” Mae’s mouth fell open, and a flicker of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Not wanting to take this moment for granted, I took her hand and smiled.
Once outside, Mae burst into nervous laughter and danced around me, clutching at my arms.
“Holy shit, I felt like a teenager being caught having sex for the first time.” She giggled. Both hands went to her face. “Oh, God, I’m blushing so hard. Oh, my God!” She then clutched back at my arm. “I’m so sorry she walked in on us!”
“It’s okay.” I laughed, seeking out my phone. I sent a quick text to the backup team that had been shadowing us all day, informing them to keep a closer eye on the house since Mae would be with me. “But I have a much better place to take you where we won’t be interrupted.”
“Mmhmm. Okay.” With a Cheshire wide smile, Mae slid into my car and immediately turned on the music.
Rock songs filled the air as we drove, and after a few songs, Mae started to sing along. When she didn’t know the words, she either hummed or made noises that sounded like English but were really just gibberish. A strange giddiness swept over me while watching her as I drove to one of our club houses. For a while, I felt like a teenager again.
“You know,” Mae murmured, placing one hand between her legs, “we didn’t think this through. I think your cum is leaking all over my skirt.”
“So you’re saying next time, I eat you out to clean you up?”
“Or you could keep fucking me so that there’s no way anything can slip out.” Mae smirked. I glanced across at her, watching as she started to pull her skirt back up over her bare thighs. “You are one devious woma?—”
Metal screeched, horns blared, and a sudden bright pain flashed through my skull as someone crashed right into the side of my car. Mae screamed, but it sounded so distant to my own ears. The sharp brightness was quickly replaced by overwhelming heat and a sensation of weightlessness. The seatbelt caught against my throat, and I was thrown violently backward.
Then my world exploded in heat, followed by nothing but inky black darkness.