Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (29 page)

Lowering his weight onto her so she could
feel the effect she had on him on the curve of her stomach, he took her hand
and eased it between them, pressing it over his erection and telling her to
keep the pressure on as he began to move. He was incredibly turned on and in
desperate need to come. With the base of his cock pressed against her clit, he
was hoping the friction would get her off again too.

Other than keeping her hand over him, he
didn’t require any further input from her which gave her the opportunity to
watch him. The slight flush on his cheeks was endearing. His breathing was
coming in short bursts as he slid his cock between her hand and stomach. His
lips were slightly parted as he concentrated on his own orgasm, his eyes
unfocussed. Her gaze drifted to his broad shoulders currently straining under
his weight then down his defined chest to where he was thrusting beneath her
hand. His cock felt hot, the skin covering it silky smooth. He was long and
broad and she felt a frisson of excitement when she thought about all that
hardness being inside her, belonging to her.

Her body began to tingle again as he moved
against her clit. Unconsciously, her free hand found his backside and
encouraged him to move harder, faster and she gasped his name as she shuddered
through her second orgasm. Opening her eyes, she saw he was biting his bottom
lip, his brows drawn together. He pushed her hand away from him and moved her
top further up her body as he fisted his cock and brought himself off, spurting
hot wads of come over her stomach. Not an entirely uncomfortable feeling, at
least not until it began to cool. She watched in fascination as his hand slowed
and eventually he released himself, panting hard, his shoulders trembling as
she ran her hands up his arms to rest upon them. His eyes were closed, his head
slightly bowed as he regained control of his breathing. She didn’t think she’d anything
quite as beautiful as Paul at this moment in time.

Swallowing hard, Paul raised his head and,
avoiding her gaze, reached for the tissues. He’d needed that but for some
reason, right now he felt sort of used. He’d never had that feeling before and he
didn’t like it one bit. He was clear on his motivation for wanting to be with
Eve. She was pretty and her personality appealed to him but she’d never voiced
her attraction to him, not once and her reluctance to be physical with him
often woke him in the night as he pondered why she was dating him. Add that to
her complete turnaround in her willingness to be intimate in the presence of
the Hooray Henry’s she called friends and his suspicions were once again
aroused.

He soon forgot his misgivings when the party
ramped up into full swing once more. He’d eaten and drunk so much that he knew
he’d have to put in a few extra hours at the gym in order to work it off. The
sun was just beginning to lighten the sky when the last of the guests headed
off to bed. This was the moment he’d been waiting for.

As expected, she was trying to play the
shy card but he’d seen the way she reacted to him that afternoon and was gently
persistent and got the result he wanted. Considering she’d only had one
previous sexual partner, she wasn’t as tight as he’d been expecting. She
claimed to have come as he drove into her but there was no clenching of her
inner walls and he suspected she had faked it. Achieving climax was, for once a
struggle for him and he withdrew almost immediately afterwards. He had the
overwhelming urge to go and clean up, something he, as a rule tried not to do
straight away but he couldn’t help himself.

Filling the sink with warm water and
soaking a washcloth, he tried to avoid his reflection but it was no use. Looking
into his own eyes, he tried to push down the used feeling that assaulted him
again. He didn’t understand it. Women had undoubtedly used him in the past but
he’d never been left feeling like this. What the hell was going on? Maybe
Suzanne’s engagement had caused his knee jerk reaction of seeking a
relationship of his own and he was just making do with Eve. He shook his head.
This was clearly something he had to get over. He felt more like himself when
he returned to the bed and snuggled in behind her.

They settled into a routine. She would
stay with him two or three nights a week and that

was when he tried to work on extending her sexual
repertoire, he failed at every turn. The only battle he won was having the
lights on low as opposed to pitch blackness. She welcomed his advances but it
always, without fail, resulted in sex in the missionary position. She
absolutely refused to go down on him and was beginning to protest when he
wanted to do the same to her. Paul was very quickly becoming bored and
frustrated and it didn’t take long before they began to bicker.

Having dropped Eve home on the tail end of
a particularly vicious argument, Paul turned his car in the direction of the
club. His mood lightened considerably at having the dark leather interior to
himself and as he was running early, he decided to have a quick jaunt around
town before pulling into the yard behind the club.

In his wit and wisdom, Jez informed Paul
that he would be spending the evening on the floor. Supervising, collecting
glasses, taking orders from the occupants of the booths and schmoozing the
V.I.P’s. Paul’s least favourite job in the entire place was working the floor.
Changing into the logo’d club t-shirt, he did a circuit of the floor before the
doors opened, to make sure everything was how it should be and then took up his
place by the door, V.I.P list in hand as Serge announced opening time.

Working the floor was somewhat of a
gauntlet run. You were subject to the good and bad whereas behind the bar you
tended to be reasonably protected by the large piece of wood separating you
from the customers. On the floor, you were exposed and needed your wits about
you. Taking care of the V.I.P’s was the easy part; it was the people in the
booths who caused most of the problems, believing they were more important than
the regulars and passersby who stopped at Jokers to see what the fuss was
about.

There was of course an upside to working
the floor. Paul absolutely loved the press of female bodies against him as he went
about his business. He would, every now and then and take the time to interact
and dance a little before ferrying empty glasses to the bar and collecting
drinks orders. His height made him perfect for this. He’d hold the tray of
drinks aloft, out of the way of dancing patrons, gyrating bodies and
opportunist drink snatchers and would deliver them still relatively full to
their designated table.

On one such run and with both hands laden
with trays, Paul made his way carefully to the booths, both arms raised above
his head as he negotiated the path of least resistance. Almost at his goal and
the DJ changed the music to the tune of the moment that had bodies rushing to
the dance floor. Knowing it was useless to resist, Paul stood and waited for
the rush to recede and that’s when he felt the hands on him.

The red head in front of him made eye
contact immediately as her hands traced the waistband of his jeans. The two
brunettes either side of him were alternately stroking his chest and arse. When
three pairs of cool hands slipped beneath his t-shirt, he began to move but he
whispered to the red head as he passed that he’d be back. Placing the trays of
drinks with the relative customers, he handed the empty trays to another member
of staff and made his way back to the comely trio waiting for him on the dance
floor.

Surrounded by the trio, he took the time
to introduce himself and found it unnecessary, they already knew who he was.
They made their intentions crystal clear and Paul found he had a moment of
doubt, only a moment mind you before he made up his mind. Beckoning for them to
follow him, he made his way through the throng and over to Jez.

“Are any of the VIP rooms free?” He
shouted.

Eyeing Paul and the three women behind him
before consulting his clip board, Jez nodded and shouted back “Number eight.”

“Cool, I’m taking my break now, I might be
late back.” Paul grinned and turned away.

“Just clean it up after you’re done.” Jez
called after him.

The kissing and groping began as soon as
the door that led to the VIP rooms closed, muffling the sounds from the club.
The red head pushed him back against the wall and sunk her teeth into his lip
before snaking her tongue into his mouth. Hard as granite and wanting more,
Paul groaned “Not here.” Into her mouth before grabbing her wrist and pulling
her with him, the two brunettes hot on their heels.

He dragged the t-shirt over his head and
soon had mouths worshipping his skin. The red head walked him backwards as she
kissed him. He’d decided to let these three have their way with them, he would
be their willing play thing as he wanted to see if that bizarre used feeling he
got after sex with Eve would appear if he was well and truly used in every
sense of the word.

Knowing the club like the back of his
hand, he knew if she kept walking him backwards, sooner or later they’d hit the
coffee table set between the couches. Yep, there it was. His calves had hit the
table, bringing him to a stop. Hands on his shoulders, Red encouraged him to
sit and then she and one of the brunettes did something he didn’t expect. With
hands around his wrists, they pulled him backwards, giving him no choice but to
lay back on the burnished copper surface. They held his arms out to either side
of him, crucifix style as the third woman made short work of everything he was
wearing below the waist and set her mouth to his rigid cock.

Fit, healthy and face it, in the prime of
his life, Paul knew he could easily overpower the women holding his arms but he
didn’t. He relaxed back against the table and let them have their way with his
body and he was enjoying every lick and suck so far. The brunette to his left
commented that his cock looked tasty. Tasty? Ok, never heard it described that
way before but whatever. She let go of his arm and moved to lean over him,
taking turns with her friend.

Red also dropped his arm and began to
strip, all the while watching her friends devour his cock. Paul watched her
avidly as she slipped out of the skin tight dress to reveal the tiniest pair of
knickers he’d ever seen and a nonexistent bra. When she finally looked at him,
the hunger in her eyes made his breath catch and
“Oh shit.”
Flitted
though his brain. Man eater alert!

Dropping to her knees beside him, she
kissed him harder and deeper than he’d ever been kissed. His hands trailed up
her back and slowly tickled the skin over her ribs before cupping her breasts.
She pulled away before he had a chance to get his mouth to them and he found he
briefly had three mouths tonguing him. His body tensed as his balls were sucked
into a warm mouth while the other two tongues worked him.

As the mouth on his balls withdrew, so did
the one working the head, it was soon replaced with one who had considerably
more skills. Red turned back to him, raking her nails down his chest and laving
the sting with her tongue. When she stood, he saw that the wisp of underwear
had vanished and she stood before him completely naked.

She parted her legs as his hand drifted up
her inner thigh. His hand engulfed her pussy, filling it with heat. She smiled
down at him as he began to work her; she was already so wet at having this
prime piece of man flesh at her mercy. Long, firm fingers parted her folds and
eased forward, sliding inside as his thumb worked her clit. Relieved that he
clearly knew how to work a woman into a quick frenzy, meaning the hype and
newspaper reports of his prowess hadn’t been overkill. That would have been so
disappointing.

It seemed some kind of subliminal
messaging took place between them as he came to the conclusion he wanted to
taste her at the same moment she wanted to feel his mouth on her. He grinned
and sunk his fingers into the flesh of her arse as she straddled his head and
fisted his hair, pulling his mouth to her waiting pussy.

With perfect timing, one of the brunettes
lowered herself onto his throbbing, desperate to come cock as Red fed him her
pussy and the third mouth returned to his balls. He groaned into the wetness in
his mouth which set Red off firing on all cylinders. She rode his mouth hard
and pulled his hair harder as the brunette bouncing on him and creamed around
his cock. She switched places with her ball sucking friend and a fresh but
equally as tight pussy lowered down on to him.

Reaching down, Paul squeezed the base of
his cock hard; he was on the verge of shooting his load and wanted pussy number
three wrapped around him before he did. Red exploded again and swiftly pulled
her body from his questing tongue. She licked her juices from his face and
kissed him. Encouraging him to watch the girl riding him as the second brunette
straddled his thighs and cupped her friends breasts from behind, Red reached
out and sharply tapped the girls clit, making her scream as she tightened
around him.

With both brunettes spent, Red straddled
him and made to lower herself. Even though she was wetter than wet, she had
trouble accommodating him. He pointed to a bank of drawers and barked one word
“Lube” telling Red to lift off him, he applied liberal amounts to his straining
cock as encouraged her to slowly ease herself back down. Damn she was tight,
almost too tight. Although he’d decided to let the ladies take charge tonight,
he was now right on the edge and as she finally managed to take him, he made
the mistake of looking down to where their bodies joined. Shit, her pussy was
stretched wide around him, an amazing sight but one that threatened to have him
spurting deep inside a complete stranger.

He propped himself on his elbows and
studied her. She was panting as her body slowly accustomed itself to him. How
would she take being told what to do?

There was only one way to find out. “Fuck
me hard. Do it now.” He growled. Her face registered shock but then she placed
her hands on his chest and pulled her body from his before slamming back down
and repeating. He bucked up into her as the other two girls watched from the
couch. Gripping Red’s hips, Paul increased the speed and force of her movements
before pulling her off him and fisting himself to orgasm.

The three girls smoothed the hot globs of
spunk into his abs and chest before their tongues cleaned him up while he
regained his breath, laying quietly, silently watching them and wishing he
didn’t have to go back to work.

Leaving the room, Paul turned towards the
club but stopped at a shrill whistle from behind him. Turning, He lent against
the wall, grinning from ear to ear as Jez approached.

“Enjoy your break?” He asked, also giving
the wall a helping hand to stay upright.

Nodding, Paul still couldn’t wipe the
smile from his face “Very much.”

“I hope you didn’t leave spooge everywhere.”

“Spooge?” Paul asked before laughter took
him. “I cleaned the room, if there’s spooge, it isn’t mine.”

He got back into the swing of things
immediately when he got back to the main floor of the club. Paul made sure his
three pelvic partners were supplied with free drinks for the rest of the
evening and he arranged a taxi to take them home on his own private account
upon closing the club. He felt neither guilt nor the nagging feeling of being
used even though he had been completely. Gratuitous sex never made him feel
that way. Sex with his girlfriend however, was an entirely different matter. He
needed now to get home. Carmen was allowing him to have his son for the weekend
and he wanted to get in a few hours sleep before meeting her halfway between his
home and hers.

The changeover of his son from his
mother’s car to his was incredibly smooth. He’d expected tears and the boy
clinging to his mother but there was nothing of the sort. Gavin happily climbed
into his car seat and sat waiting for Paul to buckle him in. It was Carmen who
had tears in her eyes as he kissed her goodbye.

Unfortunately, Paul had to work that night
so he’d arranged for Monica to meet him at his Uncle’s flat in order for her to
spend some time reacquainting herself with her grandson before he had to leave
for the club. Monica arrived before he made it home with bundles of clothes and
a few toys for the boy and a newly acquired travel cot, a last minute purchase
as when she questioned her son over her grandson’s sleeping arrangements, she
realised he hadn’t given it any thought whatsoever.

Arriving home, there were a few moments of
initial shyness on Gavin’s part but he had to give his Mother her dues. He
could see she wanted to gush and engulf the boy in a hug but she held back and quietly
sat on the floor, unpacking the items she’d purchased until curiosity overcame
his son and he wondered over to his Grandmother.

He was content to watch the two most
important people in his life chatter away to each other and was slowly being
filled with an overwhelming sense of peace when Monica told him to do something
useful and assemble the travel cot. Picking up the bag that contained the cot,
Paul carried it to his room and the struggle then commenced.

Hearing cursing and some abrupt bangs coming
from Paul’s room, John hovered in the doorway and watched his nephew.

“What on earth are you doing?”

Straightening from bending over the cot
that currently resembled a net covered spider, Paul pushed his hair from his
eyes and faced his Uncle. “I’m trying to get this to open; yes I read the
instructions before you ask. It must be broken.”