Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series) (2 page)

“If not humility, what are you talking
about?” She felt the sudden heat too.

He unbuttoned the top buttons of her
blouse, pulled down her bra until her nice, dark melons popped out.
 
“I’m talking a big, juicy steak of a cock
stuck up a narrow, juicy peach of a pussy.
 
That’s what I’m talking about.
 
I
don’t brag about that.”
 
He lifted both
breasts and began sucking the juice out of each one.
 

Val, at first, closed her eyes and enjoyed
the sensation of his mouth on her nipples and his hands squeezing her
mounds.
 
Man did she love his touch!
 
But she just as quickly realized where they
were.
 
In front of a huge window for
crying out loud!
 
She pushed him away
from her.
 
“Not here, Jimmy,” she said,
buttoning back up her blouse.
 
“Anybody
can see us.”

But Jimmy wasn’t about to be denied.
 
His young penis was already expanding and his
young mind was already anticipating.
 

“Come on,” he said as he grabbed her by the
hand and began pulling her toward the back of the restaurant.

“But your father, Jimmy,” Val said as she
moved to his pull.
 
“He’ll be here any
second now.”

“Tough,” Jimmy said.
 
“I’ve got to have it.”

“But Jimmy!”

“Stop worrying, Val.”
 
He flung her onto the upholstered banquette
bench in a far corner of the dining area, and reached beneath her skirt.
 

“But what if he catches us?
 
Jimmy
?”

Jimmy knelt down and began removing her
panties.

“But
Jimmy
,”
she said again, and was about to say more until he opened her legs, parted her
folds, and put his tongue inside of her.
 

When he started eating her, all thoughts of
everything, except that tongue, left her mind.

Jimmy, too, was into it now.
 
And although he liked giving her head, he
wasn’t nearly as into this area of lovemaking as some men were.
 
Men like his father, he thought, who seemed
to enjoy the oral appetizer as much as the main course.
 
Before the penthouse was renovated and the
master bedroom was moved to a wing all its own, Jimmy could remember more than
once walking in to find his father’s face buried up his wife’s pussy.
 
And not just for a few minutes either.
 
Sometimes hours on end Reno would be doing
Trina.
 
Jimmy remembered going downstairs
once and having dinner in the Barker Lounge, only to come back upstairs and
find Reno still with his mouth all up in Trina’s pussy.
 
That was crazy to Jimmy.
 
He loved this, and he was vigorously loving
it as he ate Val practically raw, but this was by no means the main event for
him.

The main event for him was always his cock
inside of her.
 
There were no ands, ifs
or buts about it for Jimmy.
 
Val knew it
too.
 
She loved the way he gave her head,
but he did it, not for pleasure, but to get her ready for the show.
 
And when he stood up, unzipped, and pulled
out his fully aroused, high-yellow penis, she knew it was about to get serious.

She gladly lifted her legs and opened them
wider, exposing her fresh vagina so magnificently that Jimmy’s big hazel eyes
became even more drowsy with lust.
 
He
guided his dick to her opening, and rubbed it against her outer folds, and
then, as soon as his thick head began to open her up, he pushed into her with a
hard thrust.
 

She lifted her back and screamed when he
did so, as a feeling of excitement washed over her from the suddenness of his
penetration alone.
 
His great looks, his
great body, his great technique was nothing but a turn on.
 
And the excitement of his hard-hitting
drive-in quickly turned into pulse-pounding joy when his penis started stroking
her.
 
She knew she was swayed back on a
booth bench, with a wide world outside the windows that were all around
them.
 
She knew that Jimmy’s father was
on his way.
 
But even the thought of
being caught in the act, of being seen by anybody who bothered to come over and
peep in, disappeared when he started fucking her.
 

It felt good to both of them as his dick
stroked her and gyrated her and made her insides feel as if they were in a warm
place of refuge.
 
Jimmy put his hips into
it as he fucked her.
 
Unlike those men
who had all kinds of tricks up their sleeves, Jimmy was a one trick pony.
 
He was all dick.
 
That was his trump card and he didn’t waste
time on anything else.
 
He played it as
if it was a musical instrument.
 
He
pumped on her and pushed into her until his balls were slapping her.
  

Val was feeling the slap.
 
She was loving the fullness of Jimmy inside
of her.
 
And she knew it wasn’t going to
be a quickie.
 
Jimmy never did
quickies.
 
He was in for a long
ride.
 
He even rested one hand on the
table and another hand on the back of the banquette seat as he fucked her.
 
He was already grunting and groaning as he
fucked her.

She wanted this to last.
 
She looked at Jimmy’s handsome face as he
pushed into her so hard that he was jamming her small body up against the
sidewall of the booth.
 
She was in love
with him.
 
It was a cautious love, but it
was love.
 
But his broodiness, his need to
compete with his father, kept their relationship always one wrong word from
falling apart.
 

But right now, as he did her, she couldn’t
imagine life without this fine man with his beautiful smile and his beautiful
dick.
 
She could let him open her legs and
do her all day long.
 
She wanted this to
last.
 
He always said his father was
never on time for anything, and would be late for his own funeral, and she was
counting on that fact holding up today.
 
She didn’t want Reno to show up yet.
 
Not yet.
 
Not until those long
lasting strokes of Jimmy’s did their duty and made her cum.

Jimmy leaned down to her and started
kissing her.
 
His back was arched because
of the awkward way she was lying on the banquette seat, but never once did he
stop fucking her.
 
He held his hands on
the side of her face, and was kissing her on the mouth, but he kept fucking
her.
  
He knew it couldn’t go on
forever.
 
He knew his father was going to
be late, but he wasn’t going to be
that
late.
   

But it felt so good.
 
He couldn’t rush this.
 
He had to enjoy every inch of her pussy until
they were both begging to cum.
 
So he
kept stroking.
 
For nearly twenty-five
minutes there was nothing but the hum of the air conditioning, and the sounds
of skin against skin, flesh against flesh, slapping and fucking.
 
Val was holding on for dear life and Jimmy
was doing her hard.
 
He was pounding into
her.
 
And although there were already juices
flowing from both of them, and mixing up into a sound of sloshing sex, that
mixture paled by comparison when they finally came.

Val was first, but she experienced so many
waves of orgasms that she couldn’t keep up with how many.
 
And then Jimmy ejaculated.
 
He stood up straight, pushed into her one
final time with his balls slamming against her, and his body shook with
excitement as he poured into her.
 
Val
was no virgin when they first hooked up.
 
Jimmy wasn’t even her first committed relationship.
 
But even with her experience, she never
dreamed sex with anybody could be this good.

They both let out a long exhale when she
finally had her last orgasm and he finally, with his fingers jerking on his
dickhead, oozed out the last of his cum.
 
But just as they were beginning to regain their equilibrium, and bring
their bodies back down from such a heightened state, they heard that
high-reeved engine of Reno’s Porsche.

“He’s here, Jimmy, he’s here!”

After Jimmy looked out of the window and
confirmed her suspicion, Val nervously jumped up, grabbed her panties that he
had thrown off, and hurried to the bathroom to clean herself up.
 
Jimmy, knowing he wouldn’t hear the last of
the innuendos from his father if
both
of them ended up indisposed, put it back in, zipped up, and hurried up front.

By the time he made it to the entrance, and
opened the door, his father was just getting out of his Porsche.
 
It was a cold, overcast day in Vegas, and
Reno wore jeans, a brown leather bomber jacket, leather gloves, and
shades.
 
Most people would find a man
wearing sunglasses on a sunless day like this an oddity, but not Jimmy.
 
He knew his father.
 
He only wore shades when he was overworked
and looked it, bloodshot eyes and all.
 
His wife Trina worried about him, and Jimmy worried about him too.
 
But they could talk until they were blue in
the face because Reno wasn’t stopping until he took his last breath.
 
And even then, Trina once jokingly said, he’d
probably gasp for air and, once satisfied that he was back among the living,
keep on working himself to death.

“You’re late again, Dad,” Jimmy said as his
father began walking toward the front door.
 
His Dad loved the ladies, that was true, but the ladies, Jimmy also
knew, loved him back.
 
And watching his
father walk toward him, with more swag than any man half his age, Jimmy
understood why.
 
“Are you ever on time?”

“What’s that?”

“I said you’re always late.”

“What are you talking late?” Reno moved
pass his son and entered the restaurant.
 
“I’m a busy man.
 
I don’t have
time on my hands the way you do.
 
Why are
you always early? Ever ask yourself that?
 
I’ll tell you why.
 
Because you
have time on your hands.
 
Too much
time.”
 
Then Reno smiled that slaying
smile of his.
 
“Come here you,” he said,
and pulled Jimmy into his arms.
 

Jimmy returned his smile.
 
He loved his father’s cologne smell, his warm
body, he loved his father’s affection.
 
In
many ways, although he’d never in a million years admit it, he was a
Renoid
too.

Reno kissed his son as they stopped
embracing.
 
“So how are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Took the day off, hun?”

Jimmy hesitated.
 
“I wanted to be with Val when she showed you
the place.”

Reno frowned.
 
“You wanted to be with her?
 
What you need to be with her for?
 
This is her job.
 
This is how she makes her living.
 
What about your job and your living?”

“I was due a day off, Pop.
 
It’s no big deal.
 
I’ll make it up.
 
I always do.”

Reno didn’t believe in days off, not unless
it couldn’t be helped, and this reason Jimmy was giving, because he wanted to
be with his girlfriend when she showed his father some restaurant he might
purchase, could easily be helped.
 
This
was child’s play, as far as Reno was concerned.
 
“Speaking of Val,” he said.
 
“Where is she?”

“I’m right here,” Val said from across the
room as she made her way around a buffet table.
 
Reno and Jimmy both looked in her direction.
 
She hurried toward the two men.

Reno watched as her beautiful, youthful
form seemed to glide toward them.
 
She
walked on her tiptoes, like a ballerina, and she had a ballerina’s gracefulness
about her too.
 
He had a lot of hope
riding on her relationship with his son.
 
Jimmy had only known backstabbers and gold-diggers in his previous
relationships with women.
 
Reno was
banking on, was praying to God Almighty, that Valerie Wellstone was different.

He smiled when she walked up to him.
 
“Where have you been, Miss Real Estate Lady?”