Chapter 2

He licked underneath my penis, flicked up to the top as I groaned, then repeated the move. His hand pumped and twisted as he later engulfed most of my member with his wet mouth. His tongue slid underneath my balls. Instinctively, I lifted my legs in the process, as Noah darted and circled my spot.

“You like that?”

I grunted in reply as he continued to wet my hole. He inserted one and then two fingers to get me ready. I wanted him inside me. It had been a long time so I didn’t wait for him to insert a third finger. I moved his head off my man pussy. “Fuck me, dammit.”

Noah lifted my legs higher, then pulled me closer to him so my ass hung over the edge of the bed. He grabbed lube from the nightstand drawer, grabbed both my ankles, then hoisted my legs between his shoulders. The mushroom head of his large cock pressed against my back door. I tensed, knowing what would happen next.

Pain, sharp, almost searing but localized as he leaned in, and I felt the crush of his larger, taller frame. His man meat expanded my rectum and my ass lips. He knew what I wanted. Slow movements at first, then fast.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Jake,” he whispered, his face inches from me as he started pounding harder, his breathing shorter, more pronounced. Sweat poured off his face and dripped on my chest. I took my hand and licked it, tasting his salt. The only sounds were moans and grunts as Noah’s body, slick with sweat, made fleshy contact with mine. His slowed his thrusts and made them longer. I grabbed his ass and tried to grind him all the way in me. Noah knew what this meant, but pulled all the way out. He then slammed his whole length in me, the feel of his cockhead on my prostate sending me a wave of pleasure. He pulled out slow and waited, then pushed his whole length in, repeated the process several times, until I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I grabbed my cock and pumped as he picked up the pace again and went faster.

I knew he was close. He squeezed his eyes trying to hold back.

“Fuck, Jake, it’s been so long. You better come because I’m ready to blow my wad.”

I grunted and rewarded Noah for his great cocksmanship. He bent over licked my gift and kissed me. His breathing still labored.

“Jake Chandler,” he whispered. “I’ll always love you.”

* * * *

I resolved that morning to try to make things smoother with my ex. I owed it to our daughter.

Noah drove me to work and dropped me off. He promised to be back in a few minutes with coffee as he told me once again he loved me.

After watching him leave in my old BMW, I walked up the creaky wooden stairs and entered the lobby, propping the door open with a cast iron, lion-head door wedge. Raising the blinds rather than turning on the lights in the lobby, I proceeded to my office. I opened the windows in my office to let the crisp November air in the hopes of removing the stuffiness of the room.

After turning on my computer, I phoned Elena.

“Hello,” she said in a whisper.

“Hey, it’s me. Sorry I dropped Chelsea kind of late last night.”

“Jake, I wish you would keep to our agreement to drop off her by eight. At nine, she doesn’t need to be hopped up on sugar. We were up until almost one.”

“You have every reason to be annoyed and I’ll try better next time. I’d like to pick her up in a few hours.”

“Jake—” her voice trailing off.

I hear some muffled sounds in the back. Then I heard voices. It took me a couple of seconds to realize why the sounds were muffled.

After a few moments, Elena came back on. “What time do youwant to come over to pick her up?”

“Is there someone there with you?”

“You’ve got no right to ask that question.”

“We had a deal. No sleepovers until we both talked about it and agreed Chel can handle it.”

“Listen, I don’t need this from you. You’renot exactly the greatest promise keeper. So, are you picking up your daughter or not?”

I bit my lip, trying to contain my anger.

“I’ve got this appointment at eleven, so I can be over probably at noon.”

“Don’t say noon, if you don’t mean noon” she said curtly.

“I’ll pick her up at twelve-thirty then.” I pushed the end call button before she could say anything. I didn’t want to have a long, drawn out argument with my ex-wife. 2

Cars moved slowly down Main Street, headed west, and passed the historic courthouse with its silver dome. Being Saturday, downtown Bartow was quiet. My office on the second floor overlooked the small, kitschy little restaurants and a coffee shop off Main that was closed this Saturday. It was a couple of blocks away from the working courthouse, a ten-story brown, blockish edifice that was the tallest building in Bartow. It looked like Lego blocks someone put together. I chose this office so I could walk easily to the courthouse without worrying about parking. The location cost me a decent month’s rent, though.