Chapter 3 Jack #2
As I look around now at the topless women, and the bikers making out with sweetbutts, I feel a rare tinge of embarrassment.
When Vani was living at home, I had strict rules for the clubhouse, and none of this shit went down.
Now she’s not here at this new club, I’ve relaxed that side of things, but if Camile’s going to be here, maybe the barmaids should at least wear bras.
“I will be in a minute.” I finally answer her question as I take down a bottle of top-shelf whiskey, pour a shot, down it, and then pour another.
“Go easy, Jacky-baby,” she says with a nervous laugh.
I pick up the bottle again, not liking being told what to do, even if it’s said with care. “I’ll go easy when I’m dead.”
Taking the bottle and glass, I head into the rear of the building where my office is located.
I’d wanted people and noise to try to block out my thoughts, but now I’m around both, they’re only irritating me.
I need to work through this in my head if I’m going to come out the other side with my sanity intact.
How many other men has Camile kissed since that night at Vani’s house when I sent her on her way?
Was it her way of getting back at me? It’s crazy thinking, I know that, yet I can’t seem to drive the thoughts from my head.
That someone hurt her makes it even worse.
She’s such a sweet little thing. Even the day she came on to me, I could see how much she was trying to be something she’s not.
I’d wanted to curl my fingers in her long, silky, dark hair, pull my cock from my pants, and show her exactly what she’d been trying to mess with.
My cock is huge, and a piercing runs through the head.
The idea of tipping that pretty chin up and feeding it to her had almost overwhelmed me.
Fuck, I’d been so close to giving in. But someone like me would ruin her, and she deserves so much better.
She needs someone her own age who will treat her sweetly.
Not someone who imagines fucking her face the first time she throws the slightest bit of attention in their direction.
Never mind the fact that I’m not a good bet. I couldn’t keep Vani’s mom safe, so why would Camile fare any better with me?
Battling my thoughts, I slam the bottle of whiskey down on my desk and pour myself another shot. The fiery amber liquid does nothing to help; if anything, it’s breaking down my walls.
She’s here, on my fucking property.
Does that make her mine, as well? If I wanted her, she couldn’t stop me, but I’d never do that. Still, the thought does make my mouth water, even though it’s fucked up.
Goddamn it, my cock reacts to that idea, lengthening in my jeans. I try to adjust myself, to make myself more comfortable, but I find my hand lingering. I squeeze myself through the denim, hardening even more. Fuck.
What would she do if I went back to her and showed her what I had to offer? I could ask her if her interest in me still stands.
No, I can’t. Even if she still wanted me—which she probably doesn’t—she’s still Ivani’s friend, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize my relationship with my daughter.
Ivani is without doubt the most important person in my life, and fucking her friend would be a hard line.
She wouldn’t forgive me, and she wouldn’t forgive Camile.
I couldn’t do that to either of them, even if right now I want to fuck Camile so badly it’s difficult to focus.
My cock jerks beneath my hand, and I know there’s only one way I’ll be able to get her out of my head.
I go to my office door, engage the lock, and pull down the blind on the glass panel.
Flicking open my belt buckle, I yank it apart then pop the button on my jeans and undo the zipper.
I’m not wearing any underwear, and my cock falls out into my palm.
The skin is hot, with iron beneath it. I close my fingers around my length and squeeze. Fuck yes, that feels good.
I wish I had something of Camile’s I could use while I fuck my hand, like her panties, or that fucking silky slip of a dress she tortured me with all those months ago, but my imagination and memory will have to do.
Perhaps I should think about someone else—one of the sweetbutts in the club who are happily getting fingered by my men while having an audience—but that won’t do it for me.
I need her. Sweet, and innocent, and right now, hurt.
Fuck. Why does it turn me on even more that she’s vulnerable right now?
My thoughts go back to the night when she’d thrown herself at me.
As I run my hand up and down my cock, I remember how I’d bracketed her against the wall with my arms, and the shocked look it caused in her big brown eyes.
I’d told her not to play games she didn’t understand before leaning in and pressing my nose against her throat, running it up the column of her neck.
The coconut scent of her skin has embedded itself in my brain ever since.
I let out a deep groan and use my free hand to brace myself against the desk.
My t-shirt pulls tight against my nipples, highlighting the twin piercings, much like the one running through the head of my cock.
Most of my body is covered in tattoos, and the parts that aren’t tattooed are pierced.
Does Camile have any tattoos or piercings?
I bet she doesn’t. I imagine our skin pressed together.
Hers will be all smooth and virginal, mine inked and scarred.
My cock throbs at the thought, and I grip myself tighter.
Would she like the contrast, the way my cock loves the thought?
I’d warned her off that night, told her that I wasn’t like one of her college boys, that I was too old for her, and she’d told me she liked older men.
But would she really like me if she actually knew me?
With the hardware, and the ink, including the lines etched into my thigh for every man I’ve killed?
I’d almost given in right in that moment.
I’d wanted nothing more than to show her exactly all the ways I could ruin her.
Our size difference alone would tear her to shreds, and I’d wanted to yank up her skirt, drag her panties to one side, and fuck her up against the wall with my hand covering her mouth so her friends in the other room didn’t hear her screams. Somehow, I’d held myself back, but not enough.
I’d reached out to touch that beautiful mouth of hers, and rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip, and, Christ, the way she’d darted out her tongue and licked it.
Fuck, the memory alone almost makes me come.
After that, I’d sent her back to her friends, so she hadn’t seen how I’d put my thumb in my mouth and sucked off her saliva. Would she let me taste her again? I picture myself hooking my thumb right inside her mouth this time, pressing against her tongue as I yank her heels around my hips, and—
No, fucking hell. I cannot think about what her pussy would look like, her tight, wet, far too young for me pussy. I can’t think about how it would struggle to take my size, and how I’d have to talk her through the amount I would stretch her.
I hang my head and groan, my fist working even faster.
I pause to flick the piercing in the tip and milk myself for some precum to lube the way.
My balls draw tight into my body, and the sound of me masturbating over thoughts of my daughter’s best friend fill the room.
I picture her pink pussy stretching around the width of my dick, and I can’t hold myself back any longer.
Pleasure races up my spine, my ass and thighs clench and quiver, and my orgasm explodes out of me.
“Ah, fuck.”
I come hard all over my desk, creamy ribbons raining down across the dark wood, the paperwork, even the fucking glass I’d been drinking out of. Jesus Christ. It’s like I had a month’s worth saved up. No wonder I was losing my fucking mind.
I drop my hand from my dick and place it on the desk to join my other one. Head bent, I suck in air as I wait for my heart to stop pounding.
Hammering comes at the office door, jolting me out of my post climactic haze. “Prez, you in there?”
It’s the new kid, Rook. What the hell does he want?
“Not now,” I yell back.
“But Prez—”
“Fuck off,” I roar at him.
He fucks off. Sensible.
I don’t want to be interrupted right now. Not only is my dick still hanging out of the front of my jeans, but my desk is covered in semen. I shake my head as I tuck myself away.
If that was the result of me fantasizing about getting my cock inside Camile Montez, I’d probably get her pregnant just by looking at her if it was the real thing.