Mick Sinatra 2: Love, Lies, and Jericho (21 page)

“Why wouldn’t it go well?”
 
Joey’s voice, as usual, became
defensive.
 
“I’m going to recover.
 
I’m practically recovered now!”

That wasn’t what Mick was talking about.
 
He was talking about if all went well with
this reunion with his brother.
 
But he
let it slide.
 
“You heard from your
siblings?”

“Gloria called, and Adrian came by, but I haven’t
heard from Teddy.
 
I called his office,
but they said he was out of town on business.
 
His cell phone went to voice mail.
 
So I said fuck it.”

Joey was such a child, Mick thought.
 
Such a restless little kid who needed the
strong hand of a father more than he would ever know.
 
But Mick needed him too, and his other children
too.
 
More than they would ever
know.
 
“Doc Blaxton taking good care of
you?”

“Yes, sir.
 
Too
much good care.
 
I’m tired of his ass.”

Mick’s temper flared.
 
“Your ass had better do what he tells you to do.
 
You want a full recovery and he’s the man who
knows how to get you there.”

“I’m doing what he says, dang.
 
You don’t have to get all mad about it.”

Mick exhaled.
 
He was not cut out for this parent shit!
 
But he was a parent, and he had to get
cut out
for it.

“Where’s Miss Graham?” Joey asked.
 
“She’s there with you?”

“Yeah, she’s here.
 
She’s taking a long tub bath.
 
It’s been a long day.”

“When will you be back?”

“I figure we should be out of here in a few days.
 
I’ll come see you when I get back in
Philly.
 
We’ll get together then.
 
Alright?”

“Okay.” Joey’s voice sounded doubtful.
 
His father was always talking about
getting together then
.
 
“Thanks for calling.”

Mick closed his eyes again.
 
He couldn’t imagine Charles’s sons thanking
him for phoning them.
 
“Sure thing,” Mick
said, and ended the call.

“Who was that?”

Mick looked over at the adjacent bathroom.
 
Roz was out of the tub and was standing in
the doorway drying off her naked body.
 
Mick was naked beneath the sheets himself, and his dick had been fast
asleep.
 
But as soon as he saw that white
towel began gliding along her gorgeously svelte black body, from her big
breasts to her flat tummy to that specialness between her legs, his sleeping
penis immediately woke up.
 
“That was
Joey,” he responded to her question.
 
“I
was checking on him.”

“He’s doing okay?”

“He’ll live.”

Roz smiled.
 
Mick was not a sentimental man!
 
She went back into the bathroom to replace the towel.
 
When she came out again she made her way to
the suitcase on the center counter inside the walk-in closet, to put on a
negligee.
 
But when she glanced over and
saw that Mick’s penis was fully aroused beneath the sheets, she knew she was
wasting her time.
 
Why put on a gown, she
thought, when he was only going to take it off of her?
 
So she didn’t bother.
 
She went up to Mick and pulled the sheet off
of his midsection, confirming his arousal.
 
But then he took over.

He lifted her body on top of his.
 
She was facing him and straddling him. “You
were going to put on a gown, weren’t you?”
 

Roz smiled.
 
“I
was, yeah.
 
Silly me, right?”

“You got the message and backed off,” Mick said,
pushing his penis against her ass in reinforcement of that message.
 
“So, smart lady,” he said with a smile.
 
Then he kissed her on her lips.
 
“You always make the right move.”

Roz smiled too after his kiss.
 
And kissed him back.
 
“So do you, big man.”

Mick trailed kisses down her face and neck, and then
began a passionate, frontal assault on her breasts.

Roz held her hands on his broad shoulders as he licked
and sucked her.
 
She craved him.
 
Every time he did her, she wanted more.
 
She had never been into sex this much!

But she’d never had a man like Mick, either.
 
Because he knew what he was doing.
 
She loved the way his big hands held her on
either side just below her breasts.
 
She
loved the feel of his penis beneath her as it rested in the crack of her ass,
but did not lose an inch of its erection.
 
She turned him on and she loved that fact.
 
Because he certainly turned her inside out
too.

Mick couldn’t stop feasting on her breasts.
 
He loved her wonderful smell, she always
smelled so fresh and clean, and he loved the way her nipples hardened every
time he sucked them.
 
But he knew he had
to be careful.
 
They were in a strange
room in a strange town and he wasn’t about to let anyone, not even his brother,
look at Rosalind askance because they overheard what he was doing to her.
 
But he had to have her too.
 
He had to do her.
 
He just had to do her quietly, unlike his
normal all-out pounding.

He finally took a break from her breasts, and pulled
her to him.
 
“I want to fuck you,” he
whispered in her ear in a heavy, guttural voice, “but I don’t think I can do it
without scaring the shit out of every person in this house.”

Roz grinned.
 
“I
was thinking the same thing.
 
The way we
make love may not be acceptable in this little town.”

“This little town my dick,” Mick said, his mouth
rubbing against her face, his cock pushing against her even harder. “It’s
barely acceptable in Philly.”

Roz ran her hands through his hair.
 
“So what are we going to do?” she asked.

“We can mouth fuck without shaking the bed,” he said,
and kissed her hard on her own mouth.
 
“I
think,” he added.

And that was what they did.
 
Mick laid down on his back, and Roz turned
around on top of him, where her stomach was pressed against his stomach.
 
She moved her smooth body further up along
his long, muscular form, with her tight ass near his face, and her face
hovering over his cock.
 
He opened her
legs and began licking her already wet pussy, and then eating her.
 
She licked his fully aroused penis, and then
began sucking it in that take-it-slow, romantic way of hers that made him love
her more.
 
She never did a rush job on
him.
 
No matter where they were or how
much time they had.
 
She always took her
time whenever her lips touched his powerful rod.

And they did each other for a long time.
 
Mick squeezed her ass and mouth-fuck her
[pussy until her vaginal juices were pouring more than he could lick them
up.
 
Because he was hitting her
spot.
 
Because he knew how to get between
her folds and lick her so deep down it felt almost as if his cock was licking
her.
 
He was so expert, and she was so
masterful, that it was just a matter of time before they would be in the throes
of their climax.

Roz went first.
 
Mick was going down on her so hard that she began having spasms so hard
that he could barely hold onto her.
 
But
he held on.
 
He was the kind of man that
forced her to experience the entirety of her cum even as she didn’t think she
could take the intensity.
 
But she took
it.
 
Mick made her take it.
 
He ate her pussy as if he was eating his last
meal, she was bucking and arching and loving his lips, and he would not relent
until her pulsations eased and the flow of her juices ebbed.

Then he laid his head back.
 
Exhausted.
 
But ready to pay full attention to the oral she was giving him.

And she gave it to him in a way that would have
usually had him cumming within seconds of her own orgasm.
 
But he didn’t cum.
 
She sucked and she sucked.
 
She licked and took his dick in full, down
her throat, but he still didn’t cum.

Mick tried to cum.
 
He tried to focus on nothing else but her wonderful skill.
 
She even sucked his balls to help make it
happen.
 
But it didn’t happen.

Mick knew it was because of the trip.
 
His baby was doing nothing wrong.
 
But seeing Charles again, seeing the kind of
excellent father and husband he became, spooked him.
 
He wondered what would have become of him if
he would have stayed under Charles’s guidance.
  
He wondered if blood would still be on his hands, or if he would have
had clean hands, unburdened by the ghosts of his past.
 
He wondered if he would have been a good
enough man to be a good husband, too, and a good father, and good enough to
make it to Heaven.
 
It was too deep and
filled with too many
what ifs
.
 
But those kind of thoughts consumed his
mind.
 
He couldn’t get beyond those what
ifs.
 
Until Roz stopped sucking him, and
turned and looked back at him, and he saw that guilt and anguish in her big,
beautiful, caring eyes.
 

He reached out his hands to her.
 
“Come here, baby,” he said.

Roz turned around and wen to Mick.
 
He lifted her body, and then laid her back
down on top of him, where her back was against his front, and his penis was
wedged between her legs.
 
“You’re okay?”
she asked him, the concern even evident in her voice.

“I’m okay,” Mick assured her.
 
“I’ve been thinking about shit that can’t be
changed, and it’s affecting me.”

“You were thinking about what?” she asked.

“It’s not worth mentioning.
 
I make no apologies for my life.
 
I did what I had to do.”

“Yes, you did,” Roz said.
 
Then she smiled.
 
“And you certainly made me feel good.”

He smiled too.
 
“That all that matters to me.”
 
Then he kissed her on her lips.

He didn’t think a chaste kiss like that would be the
catalyst, but it was.
 
Because it was
something about the way she kissed him back.
 
And the way her thighs began to rub against his dick.
 
And the way, after she saw the lust return to
his hooded eyes, she placed her hand around his rod and guided it into her
vagina.
 
She was so wet that he was able
to slide in easily.
 
At least
initially.
 
Because the more aroused he
grew, the harder it became.
 
Until that
old, familiar friction returned, and he was moving in molasses and feeling
every sensation.

Although it took a lot more than an oral to get him
there, Roz got him there.
 
Her wet,
pliable pussy got him all the way there.
 
The more her body moved up and down along his hard shaft, accommodating
his strokes, the more the feelings elevated for both of them.

And they fucked.
 
They moved in a rhythm that felt so good that neither one of them could
stop the feeling.
 
He slid her body up
and down, she slid her body up and down, and her pussy rode his penis
hard.
 
He squeezed her breasts as he
fucked her, and forgot all about the bed noises they were beginning to
make.
 
And he forgot all about his
brother and his brother’s children and his own failure as a father and
concentrated on his woman.
 
And the love
his woman was giving to him.
 
Until he
was cumming with a thunderous cum. His legs bent and his muscles tightened and
he poured out so hard that it overwhelmed Roz’s own sensuality.
 
And she started having an orgasm, another
one, too.

And he kept fucking her.
 
He lifted her legs, to get the deepest angle,
as he fucked her.
 
He thrashed her and
pounded her.
 
And her entire body gave
into the feeling that she thought was too much to take.
 
What they thought was going to be an easy
lay, just a quick mouth-fuck, turned into a lovemaking session that caused them
to forget about where they were, and just completely enjoy each other.
 
They only lived once, and they were living
that night!