His Father

After brushing my teeth and drinking a glass of water, I skip into the hall where Sargent is already waiting for me. His hair is messy where it’s usually neat, his shirt is buttoned wrong and his jeans are yesterday’s.

“I almost overslept,” he explains in the dark of the hall. Only the light from the moon filters in through the windows either side of the heavy front door. “Come on, let’s get you to work.”

I approach him, tightening my bobble as I go. “I really appreciate this.”

“For my son’s sake, I’m making an effort.”

But not for mine, I think, but don’t say. “Walking isn’t a bother.”

“It’s too late for you to walk now,” he determines, checking his phone.

He nods for me to follow him, I do, straight to the first large, metal, white door of the garage that is hiding a fucking LAMBORGHINI!

“Can I drive?” I beg, approaching the car and just staring at it. For the first time, Sargent smiles at me and it is so fucking attractive. It makes me want to sit on his….

CAR. On his car…

I was not thinking of sitting on or in, anything, but, his, car.

“Not a chance,” he replies, still grinning.

The door opens upwards and he takes my hand, holding it steady as I lower myself into the vehicle. My knees are nearly higher than my lap.

“I just need to hear her purr so badly,” I breathe when he climbs into his own side, still smiling.

The engine starts and I have a mini orgasm.

“Hold on,” he mutters, looking as excited as I feel.

“To what?”

We rip out of the garage at a speed that other cars take minutes to reach. He skillfully maneuvers the car around the winding road that leads from the long driveway down to the bottom of the hill his home is perched on, with only two, maybe three neighboring houses lower down.

I hold onto my seat, screaming with delight as he rumbles to a stop at a junction, letting a few cars pass.

“Oh, my, God.” I beam at him. “Go back up and do it again.”

I’m horny. A fucking car has made me horny.

“Maybe next time,” he replies, pulling out and driving at a more respectable speed now.

We stay silent the rest of the journey, until we get to the diner in question, which is dark and deathly silent.

“Stay there,” Sargent orders, and climbs out only to move to my side and open the door.

“Such a gentleman.” I laugh to ease my nerves as I place my hand in his and let him pull me up.

He doesn’t move back far enough and my body connects with his when I stand to full height. My cheeks heat, my body burns, my nipples tighten. I stop breathing. He often has that effect on me. I wonder what he looks like under his clothing, he’d make a great subject for my art project. Maybe he’ll let me draw him naked?

In my haste to move away I trip over my heel and grab onto his arm to steady myself.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I lost my handing.”

My handing?

“Your handing?” He lifts a dark brow as he assesses my level of sanity.

“I meant to say footing.” I side-step out of the way, eager to just get out of his life for a while. “Thank you for the ride.”

He doesn’t reply, but he also doesn’t move until I’m inside.

“Morning,” I call into the dark and move to the kitchen where light spills from under the door.

“Ah, you’re here early.” Bill looks thrilled. “I do love an enthusiastic worker. Coffee?”

“I would love a tea.”

“Tea it is.”

When I look outside, the Lamborghini is purring away, its slanted, pointed lights, shining like two sexy little beacons. Oh to be rich. Though to be honest, if I had that kind of money I’d probably just keep traveling.

Sargent

I dive into the pool, letting the cool water shock my body into submission.

My cock. It hurts. I need to get laid. I need to fuck. I need to drive into a pussy. I’ve never been so desperate for sex before.

I can’t help it, she walks around my house without a bra, normally this wouldn’t bother me, normally women are just a release, just a body I use to comfort my own when I’m the one in need. I only find them attractive when the need arises. But she’s taboo, I can’t have her because she’s my son’s which makes this all the sicker.

I grasp my dick in the water, it’s still hard.

FUCKING GIVE ME STRENGTH.

Sinking to the bottom, I close my eyes and hold my breath. I meditate and calm my mind until I can’t breathe then I break through the surface, take a large inhale and sink to the bottom to try again.

“Dad?” Maddox’s voice is distant and muffled through the water.

I open one eye and see his rippling silhouette looming over the edge of the pool and resurface again.