I immediately felt like a total shit. Here I was, at least partially bastardizing and using his story to score a blowjob in a parking lot, and he looked like he could just crumble onto the cement.
Then Carolyn rubbed the underside of my cock with her tongue, and I was distracted enough to forget Evan for a few minutes.
“Fuck, that's good,” I groaned softly.
She hummed in what I figured was agreement, making my cock vibrate and shudder in her mouth as she took me deeper. I stroked her hair with my hand as she moved over me, and the vision of her on her knees with my cock nearly swallowed was all I could take.
“I'm gonna come,” I warned.
She sucked hard, slipped me in and out of her mouth a couple times and then released my cock to the cool breeze as she finished me with her hand.
“Wow,” I said softly as she stood up and leaned against my chest before kissing me. “That was…better than I remember.”
She laughed.
“Now, what were you thinking about just then?” Carolyn asked with a bright smile.
“I have no idea,” I admitted with another laugh.
At least that was true.
“Everything is kind of a blur,” I added as I looked around the parking lot, but there wasn’t anyone else around. I tucked myself back in my pants and zipped up.
“Do I get to reciprocate?” I asked with a raised brow.
“I need to go catch back up with my cousin,” Carolyn said. “So I guess maybe the next time I’m in town?”
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and I gave her a fake phone number. I ended up grabbing a cab back home, sleeping off the weed, and finally getting up mid-afternoon the next day. After finding some breakfast, I found my sister, who was preparing her wardrobe for an event that wouldn’t happen for another month.
Unlike the infamy of some of the rest of the clan, m
y sister was all about fame.
She knew everyone in Chicago who had ever appeared on the front cover of a magazine, from big-name actors to major league soccer players. If there was a upscale party to be found, she would always be on the invite list, sometimes even when Dad was not.
Luisa is a beautiful girl, no doubt about it, and guys look at her all the time. Long, dark hair down to her waist and golden-brown eyes with long lashes to match. She’s built, too – not a skinny girl at all, but not the least bit fat. Actually, she could probably tell you her body fat ratio at any moment in the day. She loves going to the gym even though we have most of a gym in the lower level of Dad’s mansion.
That’s the North Side mansion, not the South Side one. The South Side one only has a treadmill and one of those elliptical thingies.
“What do you think?” she asked as she took a little turn from the left to the right and then back again. “Too much? Too little?”
“Just the right amount of boob-show,” I told her with a serious nod. “You don’t want too much; I mean it’s George Lucas getting married here, not James Deen.”
Luisa laughed and held her hair up off her shoulders for a moment as she checked herself out in the mirror.
“What about the color?” she asked. Her hand moved up from her waist to just under her boob as she looked down her body and the shimmering red fabric.
“Perfect,” I told her. I didn’t really know, but I couldn’t think of a color that was going to be any better and didn’t want this to turn into an afternoon of shopping. She looked fabulous, which was all she really wanted to know. I wouldn’t lie to her about that or anything. If the dress looked like shit, I’d let her know – I just didn’t think the color made any difference.
Luisa went through nine pairs of earrings – holding them up to her ears, asking me what I thought of them, putting them back in their little satin cases, and then going on to the next pair – for at least a half hour, and I was getting hungry again. I was about to suggest ordering Chinese or something but didn’t manage to get the words out of my mouth in time.
The sound of a door slamming down the hallway let us both know that Dad was home and not in the very best of moods. He’d usually seek us out and at least say hello before he went into the afternoon’s business but not this time.
He was also yelling loud enough for us to hear why.
“How did that group from Azerbaijan even end up here?” we could hear Dad snarl. He didn’t give anyone a chance to answer. “Where’s Greco in all of this, hmm? He’s been bitching about his heroin for the past month, and now my caviar is suddenly missing? Missing? Fucking bastards!”
“You going to go check it out?” Luisa asked quietly. My sister didn’t like getting her nose into the family business too much even though she knew at some point she would have to. She was too young to be heavily involved at this point, but she was tough as nails when she needed to be. It’s not like the business would ever be entrusted to the bastard child, so I knew from a very young age that it wasn’t mine. I was all right with that, too. I don’t really have the head for the crime, and I don’t have the heart for the violence.