Men of Honor Eric, page 5
Before I could light into my ex for bringing them here and trying to cause trouble in my marriage, Tyler went ham on her ass. “You don’t have anything better to do? You bored?”
“I don’t appreciate your tone Tyler. No matter what, I gave birth to you, I was in labor…”
“Kill that shit Janine, save it for someone who doesn’t know better.” Her mouth dropped open so wide her chin was about to meet her chest. “You gave birth to me, gee thanks, pigs give birth every day, big fucking deal. I don’t owe you shit, and neither does my dad. I’ve ignored all the little bullshit things you’ve done over the years, but what you’re not going to do is fuck with my dad.”
He leaned in close to her face while she was still reeling. “If you don’t get back in your car and take your ass back where you came from, I’ll send your husband the pictures I have of you and your little boy toy.” The fuck! I looked from Tyler to Janine and back. I have got to start keeping better tabs on my kid. From the way Janine blanched and sputtered, I guess he knew of what he spoke.
Tyler turned his attention to Kristen next. “Aren’t you supposed to be writing an apology? Dafuq are you doing down here trying to start shit? My dad might be willing to let you off with a warning but I will straight up get your husband blacklisted. And I’ll turn that that little town where you spread all those rumors and basically ran Justine and Lora out of their own home against you. Don’t think I can? Try me. And don’t you have friends?”
Here he pointed at her hair and then to her chest. “Your dye job needs work, and your silicone looks like it’s leaking. Why don’t you ask Janine for her guy’s number? At least hers looks like he did a halfway decent job.”
“TYLER, how dare you?” Janine growled.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” He snarled at her.
Now I know I should chastise him for this shit, but as his dad, I was feeling too proud and trying too hard not to laugh to do that shit. I’m no hypocrite. I dragged him away when the two women didn’t move fast enough, and he looked like he was going to pounce. “Alright, slugger, let’s go.” We were halfway across the street when I broke and laughed my ass off.
Tyler was so pissed he jumped into the driver’s seat when I pressed door open on the key fob like he forgot whose car we were in. I didn’t even argue, just threw him the keys and sat back in the passenger seat for the ride home. I did a good fucking job with this kid.
Justine
I’m too nervous to sit still any longer. Eric has been gone for a while, and I haven’t heard a word. Surely if things had gone south, he’d have called, and I’m even more surprised that I haven’t heard from Sam or Kristen. I’m sure neither of them is pleased that I wasn’t the one who showed up. They hate missing an opportunity to beat me down.
I was trying to keep a brave face on for Lora, and since Eric had forbidden me to tell her about her dad’s visit because it would only upset her, I couldn’t talk to her about what was bothering me when she kept asking.
“Nothing’s wrong, sweetie. Did you say Tyler left with Eric?” Maybe that’s a good thing. I’m positive that Eric wouldn’t get into trouble with his son there, so at least I had that to help ease my worry.
“Did you and Eric have a fight?” I reached over and ran my hand over her hair gently and forced a smile even though my insides were quivering. “Of course not love,” I reassured her once again.
Lora has finally started to relax and settle into her new life. For the three months Eric and I dated before he proposed, and the last four months since we’ve been married, she’s been on tenterhooks, something I blame Sam for. I’d love to blame Kristen as well, but the truth is, Sam is the one that owed his daughter and me his loyalty, not her. She was nothing to us then and still isn’t.
My poor daughter learned a hard lesson at too young an age, and I can see the distrust and fear that still lives inside her. No matter how much I tell her that Eric is not like her dad, she still needs to see for herself, which I understand even though it pains me to see her like this.
Tyler has been great with her, something I’d worried about when Eric first popped the question. I was worried about two teenagers being thrown together, and any jealousy that might crop up since Tyler had been alone with his dad for so long. I needn’t have worried, though. I should’ve realized that being the kind of man he is, Eric wouldn’t have raised a son that petty.
Lately, though, Lora has been growing more and more accepting of Eric, who doesn’t force the issue with her and doesn’t try too hard. Everything he does is natural, like when he gave her a bankcard and told her that he and I would be putting her allowance on it every week, same as with Tyler.
He didn’t leave any room for argument, and Tyler had taken her attention away by making a joke about him being the oldest and should be getting more. Then he switched up and said that females need to buy more gook for their face so he wouldn’t mind if we gave Lora just a little bit more to pay for her face.
The two of them had started bantering back and forth playfully, and that was the end of that. Come to think of it, there have been a few times where Tyler stepped in and smoothed over a situation that my stubbornly independent daughter may have otherwise taken issue with.
I heard the car coming up the driveway and ran to the door, all pretense gone now that they were back. Tyler greeted me at the door with a smile before walking past me into the house, asking about dinner, and I walked out to meet his dad. “How did it go?” I looked at his face because even though we’ve known each other for a little less than a year, I’ve come to know him well enough to know when he’s hiding something from me.
“It went great, babe, no need to worry. He won’t be bothering you again.” He pulled me in and kissed my forehead before wrapping his arm around me to lead me back inside. “You girls didn’t eat without us, did you?”
“No, I know how you like for all of us to eat dinner together.” It’s one of the things I love about this man, the way he goes out of his way to make me and my daughter feel welcomed in his home. Plus, once I heard the story of how he’d raised Tyler on his own after his ex-wife walked out on them, I knew he would be the right fit.
I had no reason to doubt since I’d heard the story from Janelle, who, although she hates Janine with a fiery passion, isn’t one to lie for Eric. “Oh, shoot, I forgot.” He turned back to the car and opened the backdoor, coming away with a plant and a bouquet of flowers. Just then, Tyler flew past me and walked straight to his dad.
“Hands off, old man.” He took the bouquet from his grinning dad and walked back inside. “What’s that about?” I asked, and Eric shrugged and hugged me with his free hand as we walked inside.
“It’s nothing, Ty, and I just figured that you and Lora could do with some flowers after meeting your ex and his wife.”
“That bad, huh!”
“Nah, it was okay, it’s just…that chick is a piece of work. By the way, expect an apology letter in the mail from the both of them.”
“What?”
“Yeah, Tyler told them both they owe you and Lora an apology.”
I snorted at that one. “There’s no way Kristen is ever going to do that.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure; my money’s on Tyler.” He seemed so sure of himself it was on the tip of my tongue to ask him just what had happened, but he distracted me with a kiss at the door.
ERIC
My damn son is a player, not only that; he’s showing me up in front of my new wife and daughter. I didn’t say anything, but somehow he realized that Justine was a little out of sorts because of the unwanted out of town visitors, and though I’d remembered to tell him not to tell Lora anything about them being here, he was going out of his way with her too.
He was very attentive to Justine at dinner, asking her questions about the crap she was working on in the craft room. She beamed under his attention, and it wasn’t long before my ears were starting to bleed. Tyler, the ass knows damn good and well that he has no interest in that frou-frou shit, but because he knew hogging my woman’s attention would piss me off, he just had to go there.
He pointedly ignored the looks I gave him and laughed his ass off when I all but dragged Justine up from the table. Dinner had been over twenty minutes ago. “Dad, aren’t we watching a movie tonight?”
“It’s a school night.” Little shit stain. I’ma get him back for the snicker I heard as I walked away. At least Justine was laughing and not sulking, so I’m guessing Tyler and I had done a good job distracting her. I have to get my boy something for his help today. Not sure what to get him since he has damn near everything. One of the best perks of making it in life is that I get to spoil my kid. He has pretty much everything I do when it comes to manly gadgets and toys, well, almost all.
My mind took a turn there when I got a look at my wife’s ass as she walked up the stairs ahead of me carrying the orchid. I waited her out impatiently as she found the perfect spot for it in our room. While she did that, I was gathering supplies; my dick was already in the game.
She stopped messing with the plant and looked back at me only to have her eyes land on the shit that was on the bed. “Strip!” She swallowed hard, and her eyes never left the collection of adult toys on the bed. Her hand went to her shirt, and mine went to the button of my jeans; we met halfway when we were both down to our bare skin.
Neither of us spoke with our mouths, but our eyes were saying plenty. I saw the need in hers, and she saw the intent in mine. I grabbed the back of her head roughly but pulled her in gently; she was already keening in her throat. “This morning, I fucked you like I wanted to breed you. Tonight I’m going to fuck you like I own you.”
I took her lips before she could ask what the difference is; she’ll soon find out. Our tongues mated as my hand tightened in her hair, and I walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the mattress. I barely broke our lip connection as I lowered her to the bed before diving back in
I deliberately left her legs and ass hanging off the bed and used my knees to push her thighs apart as I hovered over her. My hand went to her pussy while my tongue played in her mouth. “You’re already wet, good girl.” I left her lips and licked my way down her middle until I came to a stop with my mouth right over her pussy.
Her intoxicating scent hit my nose and made a long string of precum leak to the floor between my feet. “Hold your legs open for me, baby. Wider, that’s it.” She held onto her legs close to the ankle and her pussy lifted in just the right way for me to devour.
I didn’t play around with this shit; it was going to be a long fucking night. I stuck my tongue inside her and licked deep before pulling out and going after her clit. I sucked it out of its hiding place, that little hood that keeps it sheltered until it’s time to play.
She was already revved up, and her moans were increasing. Without taking my mouth away from her, I reached over to her side, where I’d left everything, and picked up the clitoral and G-spot stimulator. That shit stays charged for just such occasions as this.
I put it inside her and turned it on before going back to feasting on her snatch, and she was off to the races. I brought her off on my tongue before reaching for the anal beads. She was leaking precum down the crack of her ass, so there was no need for the lube that I had waiting. Still, I oiled up the beads since these shits were a little bit bigger than normal.
I eased the first fat bead in her ass while licking her pussy and turning up the speed on the stimulator. She writhed and clutched at my head while mumbling unintelligibly. I eased about six or seven beads in her ass while sucking up cunt juice then started a seesawing motion with the beads, pulling them out, then pushing them back in.
When she started pushing my head away, I knew that meant she had grown too sensitive to touch, so I pulled away and got to my feet, reaching for the nipple clamps. Her body was flushed with heat as her eyes followed my every move as I clamped first one, then the other nipple.
“Now, for the fun part. Drop your legs for me, baby.” I eased her up the bed onto the pillows and tied her hands to the headboard with the soft velvet rope ties I’d bought for her. I was the only man she’d ever let tie her up or do any of this freaky shit with, so she was still getting the hang of it. Her shyness only added to my need to dominate her like this.
Once her arms were secure, I went to work on her all over again with my mouth and tongue. I decided not to use the ball gag, not yet, because I wanted to hear her screams. I didn’t warn her when I went back between her obscenely spread thighs and, while looking into her eyes, fucked my cock into her hard, going deep, all fourteen inches in her belly at once.
That wasn’t a scream; I don’t know how to reference the shit she did because there was no sound though her mouth was open wide. Her body shook once, twice, then pussy nectar flew out of her clit and splashed all over my chest. “Fuck, yes!” I slam fucked her hard enough to make the bed shake and knock into the wall, and that scream still hadn’t left her throat.
I was watching her face, so I saw when her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fainted even as she kept fucking her cunt on my rod. I didn’t pull out, but I didn’t move either, just kissed all over her face softly until she came to. “You okay, baby?” She nodded weakly, and I lowered my head to one of her engorged nipples and sucked as I picked up the pace with my hips and started fucking into her nice and slow again. “Your pussy’s gonna be sore as fuck when I’m done with you, baby. Forgive me!”
Eric
“Don’t laugh, what if the kids should see me like this? What would I tell them?” I snort-laughed and held the icepack against her snatch. “I did warn you, but you’re the one who wanted seconds and thirds. Nasty freak!” And I’m mightily grateful for that shit.
She eyed my dick like he was public enemy number one, and to her, he very well might be at this point in time. When she’d got her fill of him plowing her belly. Her pussy was still stretched open like a gaping wound. It was three o’clock in the morning, and we’d started our freak fest at a little after eight the night before. I lost count of how many times I busted inside her, but I knew it was enough to satisfy my boy because he’d taken his ass to sleep finally, thank fuck.
I lifted the pack to assess the damage but couldn’t see much difference. She was red, puffy, and swollen. “Poor baby. Should I give you my mouth? That might help ease the sting.” She pouted prettily and gave me some side-eye like she didn’t trust my ass one bit.
“If you’re worried about me fucking you again, he can’t go another round tonight, not even if my life depended on it.” Her answer was to spread her legs open wide, which caused the icepack to shift, leaving just my fingers on her warm flesh. “Is that a yes?” She blushed fire engine red and nodded her head at me.
I don’t see how she can still be this shy after the shit we’d just done. I’d pulled out of her pussy the second time we fucked and came on her teeth and tongue before digging my cock back inside her for fuck number three. I ass-fucked her with my fingers while dicking her hard and fast, and she creamed all over my cock too many times to count, but here she is all prim and proper and shit.
I threw the pack over my shoulder, and it landed with a splat on the wooden floor. I was actually looking forward to eating her pussy without interference from my cock. Usually, I can barely last ten minutes eating her out before my boy starts his shit, but since he’s out of commission, I figure I can get at least a solid half an hour of pussy eating done.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I love eating pussy, her pussy, to be exact. She does some shit in the shower that makes her cunt smell and taste like a gourmet meal. No matter how much I cum inside her, that taste doesn’t go away. We’d showered after our last fuck, but I could still smell me on her in her, which only made me want to devour her pussy more.
I pulled her legs apart and gripped her ass cheeks hard in my work-roughened hands, pulling her closer to my mouth and right onto my waiting tongue. She hissed when my tongue touched her delicate sore and tender flesh, but it wasn’t long before she was gyrating and fucking herself harder and harder on my tongue.
I dipped a finger in her puckered asshole, which had only taken about eight of my fourteen inches, something I’m gonna have to work on because next to being balls deep inside her, fucking her ass like a mastodon is the next best thing on my list of shit I like to do with my woman.
The double-action had her going pretty much out of her mind, and my chin was wet, and my jaw tired from working overtime. We also had a growing problem down south, or should I say a swelling problem. My dick, which I was sure had more sense than to look for more pussy tonight, was once again on the rise.
I took a peek up to her face while my mouth was still clamped onto her clam and saw that she had her eyes closed. How the fuck am I gonna pull this off now? The minute I take my mouth away, she’s going to notice and open her eyes. I know, I’ll bring her off and pull away when she’s in the midst of orgasm. That way, she wouldn’t mind being stuffed with cock so much, sore or not. Good plan, now for the execution of said plan.
I went in for the kill, pulling out all the stops. I ate her pussy so well and thoroughly that she had to damn near smother herself with a pillow to keep her screams in check. Just what I wanted! As soon as she started twitching and her legs began to shake, I knew it was time.
I pulled my tongue out quickly and glided up her body, dick in hand. By the time I had the tip in, she was glaring daggers at me. I gave her my best smile and hoped she let me fuck even though I was being a pig because if she told me she was too sore to take me again, I would most definitely stop…maybe.
