Chapter 2

Jack’s father had returned home, so a little game ensued. Every night after Mr. Stevenson would retire to his room for the night, Jack would make his way to the basement to spend time with Alma.

On Friday night when he arrived, he met her in the bathroom. He saw her in the shower; he quickly took off the sweatpants and muscle shirt he wore. He slid the door open and stepped inside and was greeted with a warm embrace and kiss, “Amorcito,” she said as she showered him with kisses and rubbed all over him. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“I’ll always come. No matter what.”

They kissed again. The water cascaded down their bodies. He touched her breasts and suckled each one. Her hand touched his cock and stroked with a nice tempo. They both moaned as the anticipation built up.

He turned her around, kissed her neck, shoulder, and back before spreading her cheeks and penetrating. “Ay amorcito,” she moaned as he filled her up nicely. His hands held her hips and he thrust from behind. She turned her head to receive a kiss. His right hand moved in front and found her clit; he rubbed it fast as he humped.

“Ay, ay papi, mi amor.” She was in heaven and as the first orgasm hit, her body tightened. She held his hand. He felt how strong she was as her thighs closed in on his hand.

He kissed her back and held steady allowed her a moment to regain her composure and he pulled out, licked up, and down her split. The sound of water faded, the two left the shower and immediately reconnected, her leg over his shoulder as he moved inside of her. She held onto his shoulders and their tongues touched, “Not inside, okay papi.”

He kept thrusting and grunting, she repeated the statement, “Not inside.” They had talked about being more careful. Well, she talked about it, Jack was okay with whatever happened as a result of allowing his semen to flow inside of her.

She knew the face, she could tell he was about to pop, she attempted to detach, but he held her tightly and released, “Ay amorcito no,” she said.

He continued to thrust and kiss her all over.

“I have to let it out,” she insisted. As if pushing it out of her cunt was the solution to preventing pregnancy.

He bit his lip and kept stroking, “It doesn’t matter, once it’s in, it’s in.”

His cock finally deflated and he pulled out.

After cleaning up, they ended up in bed. Her head was on his chest and she strummed her fingers across his abs, “What if I get pregnant?” she asked.

“We’ll have a beautiful baby. Hopefully, a little girl that looks exactly like her mother,” he replied sincerely. He was ready to tell his father about his feelings for Alma, but she begged him not to. She wanted as much time with him without turmoil as she could get.

She smiled.

“What do you want to do for your birthday next month?” he asked.

“I want to go to the mountains.”

He nodded; he had the perfect spot. His mother had left him a place in the mountains because she knew he’d appreciate it more out of the three children. He was the explorer and the nature buff, “The mountains it is.” He kissed her forehead.

They knew that morning would arrive soon and they still had to rest. Most nights their lovemaking consisted of two sessions. And that night would be no different. He felt her hand touch his member and massage. It quickly came to life in her hands.

She went under the covers and gave him head like never before. She was becoming skilled at oral. He loved watching her lovemaking skills grow and flourish under his tutelage, “Oh my god, Alma, fuck, babe.”

She looked up and smiled, “Te gusta?”

He nodded, “Come here.”

She attempted to ride his cock, but he wanted her higher up, he pulled her up until his lips connected with her labia. His tongue circled the folds and later found her clit. He gave it an excellent polishing until she buckled and giggled from the sensation.

Alma loved when Jack made love to her doggy-style. She moved over and put her ass in the air and smiled, “Te quiero papi.”

He gladly obliged by getting into position and slipping his cock into her wet center. She hummed as he entered and paused. She savored all of him inside of her. He held her hips and began to thrust slowly, “Ay, si papi, si,” she encouraged him.

He caressed her back and told her, “Touch yourself.”

She placed her hand on her clit and rubbed back and forth just like he taught her. Moments later, his balls were wet with her juices. He pulled her up; held her breasts while showering kisses on her neck.

She sat back on his cock repeatedly until he burst inside of her. They both hummed and moaned until the moment of ecstasy passed.

The wee hours of the morning had arrived. Jack kissed Alma before departing her room. He wanted to get to his room before his father woke up.

He lay in his bed and stared at pictures of himself and Alma. He smiled. Some were innocent selfies they had taken and others were more risqué of their sexual encounters.

After his shower, he headed out to the kitchen for breakfast where he saw his father and his uncle Ray Stevenson both dressed for a day of golfing. They sat at the table and talked business. As Jack entered, he spoke, “Good morning dad, Uncle Ray.”

His uncle was seven years younger than his father. He worked closely with his father. They wanted Jack to join the company so one day he could take over and they could retire.

Uncle Ray smiled, “Welcome back Jack, great to see you, Bill tells me you’re coming into the office on Monday.”

Jack looked at his dad with confused eyes.

“Well, you did say you’d come and visit.”

“Yes. Visit.”

“You know they say all takes is twenty-one days to form a new habit,” said his father.

“That’s true.”

Jack looked at them both, “And?”

“Well, son, you’ve been out in the world without any direction and focus and that’s not a good habit. You need to replace that bad habit with a good one, how else will you care for yourself or a future wife and possibly children?”

Jack scoffed, “Dad, I have over one million subscribers on YouTube. I make good money doing what I do. I haven’t asked you for one scent in those two years I was gone and I’ve managed to do humanitarian work in several villages in Asia, but I guess none of that matters because I don’t wear suits and ties to work.”