Men of Honor Eric, page 6
Thankfully she just gave me the stink eye, but a couple fingers manipulating her clit soon put paid to that, and before you know it, she was moaning and groaning as she wildly impaled herself on my cock. Now I was the one cautioning her to be careful before she hurt herself.
She made some kind of noise that you’d only hear on the animal channel and dug her nails into my ass, pulling me in harder. When she sunk her teeth into my chest, I knew she was about to put me through my paces, so I hung on for the ride. And fuck me, did she go for it.
She rode my cock while on her back, something I’d never seen before. The way she moved her whole body as she took me in, slamming her pussy down hard on my rod each time I stroked up into her was almost too much for my dick. I was close to cumming way too soon because of the workout she was giving my dick.
I could only look on in amazement as she went nuts on my cock. The guttural sounds she made were new, but I loved the sound of them and wanted more. So I bit her nipple, hard. She tried to break my dick in half.
JUSTINE
I played possum the next morning after a night of… well, debauchery. It’s the only word that fits. I’m too embarrassed to face him the fiend, and he knows it too. “Not getting up to see your man off?” He smacked my butt none too gently and pulled the sheet away, leaving me exposed. I felt a blush cover my whole body and buried my head even deeper into the pillow.
“Ignoring me, are you?” I yelped when I felt his teeth in my ass cheek, but the yelp soon turned into a long low, drawn-out moan of pleasure-pain when I felt his tongue on me, in me. I eased up and back as he slid into me from behind minutes later. I was too sore for this, but it felt so good I couldn’t resist spreading my legs wider and giving him better access to do as he pleased.
When he reached around and found my swollen clit my eyes closed on a sigh of intense pleasure, and I pushed back even harder, letting him know that I was up for anything. People always say the best revenge is living well; I think if my ex and especially his wife knew how much better Eric is in bed, they’d try to do me in.
It’s probably horrible of me to think this way; Sam had been my childhood sweetheart after all. But he was nowhere near Eric when it comes to lovemaking, and if that thought makes me a bad person, well, so what. Sam never made my toes tingle like this; he damn sure never made my back feel like it was going to crack either.
“Oh…shit, Eric!”
“Where did you just go in your head?” How does he always do that? How does he always know? I’m not dumb enough to tell him the truth, so I told a little white lie. “I’m right here with you.” I guess I wasn’t convincing enough because his next stroke in lifted my knees off the bed and knocked my head into the headboard.
He fucked me so hard my body shook all over the place like a ragdoll; he had a point to prove. I guess I deserved it, so I bit my lip and didn’t complain. By the time he pulled out after cumming inside me enough to have it running out of me and down my inner thighs, I was a mess.
“I gotta get going, babe.” He kissed my spine before getting off the bed and heading for the shower. Once again, I found myself left with barely enough strength to roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I wish I could wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life, sore muscles and all.
I’ve never felt this loved and cossetted in my life, not until Eric. He makes me feel young and carefree, and if I’m honest with myself, it’s the first time in my life that I’ve been this hopeful about the future. Something I haven’t had since I was a young starry-eyed kid caught up in the heady passion of the first throes of puppy love.
My hand went to my flat tummy, where I was hoping and praying that Eric was right and that I did indeed get pregnant the day before. It’s been a very long time since I carried Lora, and I never thought to be here again, wishing, hoping, to bring a child into the world that was a part of the man I love and me.
I knew with unfailing certainty that Eric would be an amazing dad and partner throughout my pregnancy. He’s the first man I’ve met who seems almost as excited at the prospect of his wife falling pregnant as that wife herself. Usually, men don’t show much interest until after the baby is here and sometimes not even then. Eric is a different story entirely.
He says he can’t wait to share the experience with me, that he too was sure I’d be a much better candidate than his ex had been, something else we both have in common. I’m also impressed with the fact that he thinks we should involve the kids as soon as we know for sure that I am indeed with child.
My heart warmed at the thought of all we would share in the coming months, and I couldn’t help feeling the sweet tingle between my thighs that seemed to spread throughout my body until I was infused with that special warmth that only my man can make me feel.
I left the bed and headed for the shower, where Eric was just now turning the water off. He stepped out of the stall, took one look at my face, and grinned before reaching for my hand. No words were exchanged between us as he took me into the shower stall and turned the water back on before leaning me against the back wall with his lips on mine.
“Hop up here, baby.” I did as I was told and wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling his cock hit my ass as it sought entrance. I felt his hand beneath me as he took his cock in hand and eased into me until I was fully seated on him once again, taking his whole length in deep. “Lean back for me, babe.” I leaned back against the cold marble tile of the shower stall and gripped his hair when he lowered his head to my nipple.
I was pinned to the wall by his cock that was buried so deep inside me I swear I felt it in my tummy. He didn’t move right away but gave me time to adjust to having him inside me again, something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. He reached down between us and found my clit, and that’s all it took to have me going up and over again.
I screamed loud and hard as I came on his cock that was fucking me so good because in here, I knew the kids wouldn’t hear me. Eric covered my lips with his and swallowed those cries anyway, and that only set off another massive orgasm that started in the pit of my stomach and centered in my pussy right where I could feel his cock butting against the entrance to my womb. Sweet mercy.
Eric
I was walking on air when I left the house this morning, so the last thing I wanted or expected was to find Janine waiting to ambush me at the door to my office building. I barely restrained myself from snapping at her first thing in the morning and decided to grin and bear whatever fuckery she was going to throw my way.
She kept looking around like a crack head in need of a fix. “What are you doing here, Janine? I thought we said all we had to last night?” I made to enter the building and leave her behind, but she stepped into my path. “I bet you think it’s real funny to turn my own son against me.”
That didn’t deserve a response, so I kept my mouth shut and moved to walk around her. “You have to call him off. He’s going to destroy my whole life. Is that how you raised him? To hate his own mother like this?” She sounded close to tears, but I had no idea if the shit was real or not. She’s always been good at turning on the waterworks to get what she wanted.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. As far as I know, until yesterday, Tyler hasn’t had any contact with you in a while…”
“He called Dan.”
“Come again.” She stepped in closer and whispered the rest of what she had to say.
“He called me last night and asked for Sam and Kristen’s contact info. Something about them needing to know where to mail a letter. But since he’d been so rude to me, I refused to even speak to him, and he hung up the phone and called my husband.”
Don’t laugh, Eric, or she’d lose her shit right here at eight o’clock in the damn morning. “Really? That doesn’t sound like Ty, are you sure it was him? What did he have to say?”
“Well, he didn’t exactly tell Dan that it was him, but I knew it was.”
“What did he say?”
“He asked my husband if he knew what his wife gets up to while he’s at work? Is that any way for a son to treat his own mother, I ask you? I hold you responsible for this.”
“Yes, because I’m the one who pushed you onto another man’s dick and caused you to walk out on your son.”
“That was a long time ago, get over it.”
“See, that’s the thing I did. You’re the one who brought my wife’s ex here, remember? As to Tyler calling your idiot husband unless you have proof, I’d advise you not to accuse my son. On the other hand, if I were you and you’ve pushed him to this point, you’d be wise to give him what he wants or who knows what the hell he’d do next. I wouldn’t push him if I were you.”
“So you’re not going to help me? You’re not going to tell him that he shouldn’t be doing this? If Dan doesn’t calm down, I could be out on the streets behind this. Dan has never suspected me before; now he’s questioning everything, going back through my accounts and threatening divorce if he finds anything off.”
“What does any of this have to do with me?” She opened her mouth to spew more of her shit. I held my hand up to stop her because I honestly did not care one damn. “Like I said. Give him what he asked for. If you’d done that in the first place, you could’ve avoided all of this.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a business to run. Go stir somebody else’s shit for a change and get the hell off my cloud.” I’ve seen her ass more in the last few months since I met Justine than I had in all the years since our divorce. What the hell is Tyler up to?
I checked my watch on the way up in the elevator, but he’d be in his first class by now. I don’t know what gives Janine the idea that I can reel my kid in. He’s damn near a man at this stage, and if he’s anything like me, which I’m inclined to believe he is, he sticks to his word. If he says he’s going to do something, it’s your ass if you try calling his bluff.
I have no doubt that he’s the one who called her husband. Tyler has no respect for the other man, and I never tried to change his mind about him. The boy has always had a strong sense of right and wrong, and his loyalty runs deep. As long as he doesn’t cross the line into criminal behavior and doesn’t do anything that I think he might regret down the line, I stay out of his shit.
I raised him to think for himself, to know right from wrong, and never to forget what it felt like when his mother betrayed him, that last is for the sole purpose of teaching him not to do that shit to another human being as long as he lives.
I’ve never had any complaints barring a few here and there over the years when he had to plant his foot in someone’s kid’s ass for being stupid, but each time, as long as my boy was in the right, I let him know that I had his back. This time will be no different.
I should probably warn idiot Sam that Tyler was out for blood. Since he was Lora’s bio dad, things might get sticky if Tyler sets his sights on him. But I’ll hold off and wait, see what happens. I don’t owe him shit, and I’m pretty sure Tyler wouldn’t do anything to bring harm to his new stepmother and his little sister.
Before I married Justine and brought her home, we had a long in-depth talk about the changes in our lives, and he assured me that he was happy for me and to go for it. He’d even thanked me for not sticking him with a stepmother when he was too young to defend himself because he’d seen what that had done to some of his little friends growing up.
I also know that he wouldn’t really hurt his mother. He may resent the hell out of her, but I didn’t raise him to hate her no matter what she’s done. With that said, he has a lot of built-up anger where she’s concerned, but I’m still convinced that had she left well enough alone, he never would’ve crossed paths with her.
I didn’t get shit done all day because regardless of what I told myself, I was worried about Tyler and what the hell he was up to. It didn’t register until about lunchtime that he was way too involved in something that should be mine to deal with. True, we’ve always had each other’s back. It came with the bond we’d forged between us after years of it being just the two of us against the world that fucked us over.
I’ve never had occasion until yesterday to see him being so protective; I’ve seen hints of it before sure but nothing to this extent. I don’t want my kid thinking he has to fight my battles no matter how much I appreciate his show of solidarity. But how the hell am I going to pull him off? Once a pit bull sinks its teeth into something, you need the Jaws of Life to get those shits out again.
Since I wasn’t getting shit done, I decided to head out early. I should check and make sure that Sam had already left the area, but I was pretty much sure that he had unless he was completely brainless. My mind kept going back to Janine’s words this morning, and I realized I was actually worried about just how much anger Tyler was carrying around from his childhood.
My kid has never given me any indication that he was suffering from anger management issues or that he was harboring any ill will towards his incubator. Still, if he had gone to the lengths she mentioned, it was no small thing. I didn’t have to think about how to approach him with my fears because we have an open and honest relationship; that’s why the shit was bothering me so much.
Justine was in her craft room, puttering around when I got home, and for once, I didn’t feel like jumping her as soon as I saw her. After her initial surprise at me being home this early, I left her to what she was doing and headed to my home office to brood. She came in not five minutes later.
“Okay, let’s have it. Do I stink? Is my hair matted? Food on my face from lunch?” She smelt her armpit, ran her fingers through her hair, and brushed at the corners of her lips after each question while I looked on puzzled.
“What’re you talking about?”
“You’ve been home for more than five minutes, and I’m still vertical.” She quirked her brow at me and grinned!
“Is that your way of saying I fuck you too much?” She walked over and took the hand I held out to her.
“No, I’m not complaining, I’m just saying.” Now she was pouting. I pulled her onto my lap to sit.
“I just have some stuff on my mind, babe, nothing to worry about.”
“Is it the new hotel? Did something go wrong at the site?” I wrapped my arms around her hips and looked up at her face. I try not to burden her with shit. I especially don’t want her worrying about her ex or mine, but maybe she would have a different perspective than me on this thing. Before I could broach the subject, though, she hit me with a whammy.
“What exactly went on yesterday when you went to see Sam? Tyler must’ve called me every hour on the hour. He keeps trying to play it off, but I get the feeling he’s checking up on me to make sure I’m okay. Spill!”
“Tyler’s been calling you all day? That’s weird; he hasn’t called me once. Nothing really major happened yesterday, so I doubt it has anything to do with that. I’ll have a chat with him when he gets home.”
“No, don’t do that. I’m not saying it in a negative way. It actually feels kind of good to have a grown son looking out for me. Now I know I don’t have to worry about Lora at her new school because if he’s this worried about me, I can only imagine how protective he is of her.”
“Speaking of which, have you noticed? Nah, never mind.”
Thank heavens she dropped it and didn’t push because that train of thought would only lead us down a slippery slope. I’m just thinking that yesterday Tyler was entirely too invested in those flowers. I didn’t notice it at the time, but he’d asked the florist the meaning of the color of the yellow lilies along with some other shit they had there and then decided to throw in some lavender roses which I didn’t catch the meaning of because I have better shit to do with my time.
“Justine, what do lavender roses mean?” She looked at me like I was stupid.
“What do you mean?”
“Uh, nothing. I was just drifting, that’s all.” She pressed the back of her hand to my forehead to check for fever.
“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” I took her hand and kissed the back of her fingers. “I’m perfectly fine. Go on and finish up what you were doing. We’ll go for one of those long drives you like later this evening, okay.” She looked pleased as she got up and left, and I waited until she cleared the door before pulling up Google on my phone. “Oh shit!”
Eric
The kid must be wondering what the hell is up with me since I keep staring at him ever since he walked through the door after school earlier this evening. “What’s your problem?” Fuck, the boy is all grown up, isn’t he? He didn’t even look at me when he asked me that, just kept paging through the book he was pretending to study.
I say pretend because his stepsister had just left the room when I walked in, and after knowing what I now know about those damn roses, I’m not sure what the hell they were doing in here before I came in.
I squinted at him until it got to be too much, and he closed the book and glared at me. “What dad? Damn! Why you clocking me so hard?” I’m not about to navigate my way through the asshole language of youth; I have no idea what the fuck he just said. “You dating anyone lately?”
“I don’t date, dad, I…”
“Hold it, sorry, I asked.” I held up my hand to ward him off. The last time I discussed sex with my son, he was fifteen. I ended the conversation about the birds and the bees by telling him he should come to me if he needed anything and to always be safe, and he ended it by saying thank heavens because he was getting tired of stealing my condoms since no one would sell them to him at the pharmacy.
I hid my surprise really well that day, but ever since then, I’ve made sure to keep him well supplied. I have no idea how much or how little he uses, but each month I stock him up and mind my own even though he’s old enough to buy his own now.
