0 comments/ 6841 views/ 6 favorites No One's Son Ch. 01 By: JacqSinclair Landon squinted, trying to shut out the backdrop of the school buildings and the throngs of children gathering around them on the playground, chanting, encouraging. The metallic taste of blood was filling his mouth. His lip was split at the corner and his teeth had dug into the inside of is cheek, ripping his flesh. He spat to the side and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing fresh blood from the split across his face. He knew news of the fight would beat him home and the social worker would be there waiting for him. It didn't matter that he didn't start it. It didn't matter that this kid had already punched him and was antagonizing him to retaliate. He'd be off to a new home, a new school, before he could sit down for supper. This was his life. "Come on, Krueger." He flinched at the cruel name and his opponent noticed, his mouth curling up in a sadistic smile. Landon could feel his face brighten under the shame. He knew the scar that ran down the right side of his face, stretching his skin in grotesque layers from his forehead, just over his eye, consuming his cheek all the way down to his chin, would be several shades brighter than the rest. That knowledge brought his blood pounding in his ears and pushed out any thought of turning away. Moved to action, Landon drew back his fist, stepped forward and used the momentum to his advantage as the he followed through with the punch. It landed on the bully's nose, spewing blood on contact. The kid's head jerked to the side from the blow, knocking him off kilter. Landon launched, continuing his forward charge, wrapping his arms around his waist and tackling him to the ground. Before the kid could catch his breath, Landon was straddling him, pounding one fist then the other into the kids face. Comprehension was lost. Reality obscured. Even the words that rattled from his own lips, in between the grunts and slamming of his fists into the kid's battered face, were alien and came from a dark place inside him, a place where demons lived and breathed, feeding off his hate and pain. Large hands grabbed at him, pulling him off the kid, but Landon continued punching the air. When his body was pulled upright, his feet began kicking at the figure lying at his feet, a hazy formation with no real shape, just a blob of red evil moaning and writhing in the dirt, an 'it'. "Your social worker is not going to be happy about this, young man." Landon was spun around and shoved toward the administration building as more adults came into focus, rushing to the evil thing lying on the ground. He risked a look over his shoulder. It was rolled over now, his hands covering his face, blood seeping through his fingers and pooling in the dirt. A satisfied grin grew on his face. It would cost him. It always did. There was a price to pay for being the class freak, the burned one, the one who didn't fit in, and tears no longer covered the check. Ten years later Pulling the bills from his wallet, Landon counted out the fee, all the while keeping his eye on the call girl running her fingers along his bed. He folded the bills and held them out to her, refusing to release them when her fingers wrapped around the cash. "I want to see what I'm paying for," he said. With a sly smile, the brunette stepped back and freed the straining buttons on her blouse. She pushed the cheap material off her shoulders, letting the top fall to the floor and puddle at the strappy heels on her feet. Moments later, the skirt that barely covered her ass floated down her long legs and tangled in the pile. She stood for a moment, enduring his inspection with feigned anticipation. "The bra, too," he said. She reached behind her back and freed the clasps, making a show of freeing her enormous breasts from the confines of the thin material. She may have been faking the sensuality, but the hard nipples reaching out to him told him that her imperfect body was perfectly aroused. She was simply no more at ease with her body than he was. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he watched her breath quicken under his stare, her breasts rising and falling with each inhalation. "Have you done this before?" The realization that she was new hit him and suddenly the need in his groin grew from a steady desire to a demanding hard on. Her eyes widened as her answer, her lie, faltered on her tongue. Landon bit back a laugh and instead, stepped back to the chair he had in the corner and took a seat. "Come here. What's your name?" "Kennadie," she whispered, freeing her feet from the pile of clothes and moving toward him. When she was standing in front of him, Landon reached for the thong she wore and pulled it to her knees, ripping the thin material from her body and tossing it carelessly to the side. "On your knees, Kennadie." She was shaking, but she did it. Once she was settled between his thighs, Landon tucked his finger under her chin and pulled her face to him. "You lied to me, Kennadie. Am I your first?" He knew this couldn't be her first time with a man, but he'd bet his money that she'd never fucked for it before. A slow nod from her confirmed it. "But, you're excited, aren't you?" he asked. Another slow nod brought a smile to his face. "Of course you are," he breathed. Landon pulled his tie from around his neck and used it as a makeshift blindfold. Kennadie tensed and Landon frowned. I should have asked, first. But, she didn't pull away. Landon sat back in his chair for a moment, admiring his view. Everything about her was plump and welcoming and coloring various shades of red. "Are you wet, Kennadie?" Her skin glowed with embarrassment, but her excitement was just as obvious. She started to shake her head and stopped, quietly admitting she was. "Spread your knees." Landon waited until she did and told her, "Put your hands on my legs." When she was situated, Landon leaned forward, brushing a light kiss against her lips. Keeping his face close to hers, he reached for her nipples, tweaking them between his fingers. Her warm breath washed across his cheek as she moaned in response. "You like that?" "Yes," she breathed, tilting her head back and tightening her grip on Landon's knees. "How long has it been for you, Kennadie, since a man has made you come, screaming?" "Umm, t-two years." Landon smiled. Jane ran a great business and her girls were the shit, but the downside was that sex was s job to them. They faked their way through it, at least at the outset, until nature took over and their bodies gave in to his. Not with this one. This one was ready for him, wanted him and he fought the urge to throw her on the bed and lap the desire from her body with his tongue. No, this was a rare treat and he was going to enjoy every ounce of give that he could take. Landon bent down, replacing one hand with his tongue, pulling her nipple between his teeth and nipping the swollen nub. Kennadie gasped, holding her breath until Landon pulled his head away, giving her a moment of reprieve in the time it took him to move to the opposite breast. Kennadie's hands slid forward on his thighs, destined for his zipper until Landon stopped her. "You don't get to touch me, yet." She whimpered and Landon placed his lips to her ear. "We'll get there. I promise you. First things first." As he talked, Landon ran his fingers from her breast to her pussy, raking his fingers over her trimmed hair before tracing the damp folds of her vagina and sliding his finger inside. Being in such close proximity to her was hot. Every breath she took echoed in his ear and Landon leaned a little closer, the effect drawing him in. "Jane said nothing is off limits," he said, testing the waters. When Kennadie didn't offer any protests, he gently pulled his finger from her and traced a line to her ass, pressing his finger against her resistance. "Oh god," Kennadie groaned. Her body shifted slightly forward, opening herself up to Landon even more. "Hmm, that's right. You know how good that's going to feel, don't you?" "I do. Please. Fuck." Kennadie made another reach for his crotch. This time Landon permitted one hand to explore, stopping the other with his free hand and bringing it to her breast, circling her palm over her nipple. "I almost want to slide my cock in between those titties of yours and fuck 'em until you have cum dripping down your face." Kennadie was still fumbling with his pants, trying to free his cock with one hand, but he felt her pussy clench around his fingers. Maybe she was up for anything goes. Motivated and losing his will to draw this out, Landon withdrew his fingers to her clit and pressed his fingertips against her in slow circles. "Don't come yet, Kennadie. Not until my cock is inside this wet pussy of yours." "Then you have to stop. Stop or I will." She backed herself away from his reach and wrenched her free hand from his grasp. She blindly tore at his zipper and pulled the button of his dress pants free with such enthusiasm, the button went sailing across the room. Landon raised himself from the seat so she could pull his pants and boxers down. Without hesitation, she took his hard cock in her mouth, grazing her lips up and down his shaft while curling her tongue around his length. Landon twisted his hands in her hair. "Oh, I'm so going to fuck that mouth, hold still." When Kennadie froze, Landon buried his cock in the warmth of her mouth, only pulling back when he felt her throat constricting in panic. A few gentle thrusts and he buried himself again. This time Kennadie was prepared and swallowed against her reflex and Landon about lost his load. Finding a steady cadence to reclaim his wits, Landon closed his eyes and reveled in the warmth of her mouth around his cock. "That feels so fucking good." With his control in check, Landon watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth, the long, steady rhythm of his strokes bringing on the urge to come again. Abruptly he pulled away. "Not like this," he growled. He kicked off his shoes and used his feet to pull his pants free. He grabbed a condom from the pocket and pulled Kennadie her feet, guiding her to the bed. He positioned himself behind her before sheathing himself with the protection. Of her own will, Kennadie put her knees on the bed, offering herself to him. When Landon rubbed his cock into the folds of her pussy, she pushed against him, begging him, encouraging him. Landon found his mark and plunged inside of her in one firm stroke. Kennadie gasped and for a brief moment, tensed under the assault. Seconds later she was rocking her hips against Landon on a desperate journey of gratification. Landon let Kennadie use him, reaching around to grab her tits in his hands as she fucked him. When he felt his orgasm start to build, Landon slid his hand from her breast to her pussy, finding her clit and taking her over the edge. His cock was squeezed as the spams grew in their intensity. Kennadie groaned against the strain of the orgasm on her body before finally relenting and giving in the cry of ecstasy she'd been holding back. Landon's body responded, his pelvis pounding against her ass as he tried in vain to delay his release. He exploded inside the condom. "Jesus. Fucking. Christ," he grunted. Sweat was beading on his forehead from the exertion and his heart was hammering in his chest. This was not the blow job he'd expected. The great thing about Jane was you paid for a four hour minimum, regardless of the services. Thank fuck, or he would have missed out on this. Kennadie moaned, displeased, when he pulled out of her. He watched as she eased herself down on the bed. "Can I take this off now?" she asked, tugging at the blindfold. Landon smiled at the contentment in her voice. For the first time since he'd been using Jane's service, he didn't feel the urge to dress and run. "In a minute." He disposed of the condom and turned out all the lights except the small nightlight that came on in the bathroom when the lights went out. He shed his shirt and socks, undressing in the safety of her obstructed vision. For the first time in his life, he lay down beside a woman, sated, wanting nothing more than to hold her body against his. Hidden beneath the safety of the covers, he pulled his tie free from her eyes and for the briefest moment, pretended it was possible, this ability to have a woman look at you and not cringe at the sight, the disfigurement. Kennadie fidgeted for a moment, seemingly unsure until Landon reached out, pulling her into his arms, catching a brief smile in the shadows as she snuggled against him. It's possible. In the dark, anything was possible. No One's Son Ch. 02 Landon wiped the fog from the mirror and leaned closer, focusing on the well-healed areas from his most recent surgery and then stepped back, studying his face from different angles. Dr. Atman had done an exceptional job. The scar tissue had been reduced to almost nothing and the lines where the grafts met his skin were faint, almost unnoticeable. The work had been minimal by most standards, but effective. Without the red-tinged contours mapping his face, Landon could now imagine his father in the reflection. At least the man he imagined him to be, with the same hazel eyes and curly black hair. Landon's vision of him had mutated over the years, morphing to suit his current level of depression. At times those features were handsome, pleasant and kind. At other times they were demonic and unnerving. Even as a grown man, Landon's comfort rested in the small hope that his father was blissfully ignorant of his existence, smiling through life, unaware. It was the one thought that both tethered him to the past, and gave him hope that his birth wasn't merely a blip in God's grand plan. Would anyone who had a father, even an absent one, understand the enormous piece of your identity that's missing when that one line on the official record of your birth is blank? Would they know how that simple, tiny space would grow to an endless abyss, to be filled with imagination and wasted love? Had he left because of the woman his mother was? Or did his departure create the monster that destroyed not just his soul, but his flesh? Landon pushed the thought away. Knowing nothing of his father, except the anecdotes his mind create, he knew a little of his mother. Fragments of conversations overheard through his youth when the social workers and foster parents thought he was too young to understand or too preoccupied to pay attention. Even if it had been his father's departure that had set her on her wayward path, motherly love hadn't been persuasive enough to bring her back. Such as it was, she destroyed everything that stood in her way, including her child. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Landon ignored the water dripping down the contours of his muscles, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the hardwood floor as he walked to his bed and sat down. He laid back, his wet body mingling with the cool silk sheets and his flesh pimpled with goose bumps. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, letting the tension seep from him. All the years in therapy had given him a multitude of coping mechanisms, but his favorite lately was visions of Kennadie. Everything about her was soft, warm and inviting; her body, her voice. The way she'd given herself over to Landon had made him feel like the master of her universe and the feeling was powerful, consuming. It had been an aphrodisiac in itself. He wondered what her life was like, why she had started working for Jane. She didn't seem the usual call girl sort, but who was to say what people would do? She probably had the same thoughts about him, a man paying for sex. If it disgusted her, it hadn't kept her from enjoying herself. Even before he touched her, before she had knelt down in front of him, her excitement had been obvious. The memory tugged at Landon and his cock twitched in pleasure. Within seconds it was standing at full attention, having escaped the folds of the towel, seeking its absent target. He groaned and glanced at the clock. It was 2:45 in the morning and he should be tired and ready for bed. Instead, he was contemplating calling Jane and asking for Kennadie. Christ. What the fuck was wrong with him? Besides, it was Saturday night...well, Sunday morning and Kennadie was probably taken for the night. His rationale didn't settle well and the need to call pressed down on him until he could no longer resist. He grabbed his cell from the bedside table and scrolled to Jane's number. She answered, sounding fresh and professional, as she always did. Landon rolled off his request, trying to keep the edge of desperation from his voice. "Give me a moment to check her schedule, Landon." There wasn't a hint of judgment in her tone and Landon's nerves clicked down a notch. He waited for Jane to come back to the phone. When she did, announcing Kennadie was free, a rush of heat spread through his swollen cock. "She finished a charity function with a date two hours ago." "Is that...will she..." Landon's voice wavered as he tried to ask if two dates in one night would be too much. "It wasn't that kind of function, Landon. She'll be fine." "It's not too late?" he asked. "She's a call girl, Landon. If you can't call the girl, she doesn't work." Landon smiled at the explanation. He could see the logic, but he still felt selfish. He hung up and glanced down at his stiff cock. He considered jacking off. If he didn't, he'd probably come as soon as Kennadie touched him, but the thought of walking around in need of her, anticipating her, was appealing. Deciding against it, he pulled on a pair black silk pajama bottoms and a white t shirt and busied himself with tidying up while he waited. For thirty two minutes. It was so quick the knock on the door startled him. He swung it open and stood, lost for words at the woman who stood there. Kennadie was still dressed in evening wear, her black dress sweeping the floor. Her black hair was piled on her head and fell in soft curls from the fastener. Her creamy skin was glowing pink from the cold. She smiled nervously, waiting. Any tempering of his desire that he'd managed to accomplish in that thirty-two minutes was swept away. "Jane said you asked for me." She was pleased, he could hear it in her voice. Landon felt his body flush and stomped down the devil that whispered, 'she's doing it for the money.' He stood sheepishly aside so she could come in. "I was afraid you'd be too tired, that it'd be too much." He was shocked by his admission, but Kennadie smiled. "I've actually gotten accustomed to being up at night. I'm glad you called." Landon stood a moment, unsure. "Would you like something to drink?" Another nervous smile. "Actually, I've wanted to dance all night," she said, quietly. "My date wasn't exactly up for it. Would you mind?" Dancing? Yes, he could do that. He pulled the remote from its wooden holder and turned on the stereo. He scanned through the channels, watching her face until her expression lit up. She sat her clutch on a nearby table and stepped to him. He gave a brief thought to his clothes, or lack of, but the thought left him as she pulled his body against hers. He led her through one song. When the next one came on, her arms went from around his neck to his waist, holding him in a hug, her head on his chest, as their bodies moved to the slow beat. Landon was sure there was no missing his erection pressing into her. Automatic arousal seemed to be the natural way his body responded to Kennadie. As if reading his thoughts, she tilted her chin, risking a peek at him. He answered her questioning eyes with a kiss, slow and tender, that drew the energy from her body until she stood perfectly still in his arms. Both of them stood, languishing in the effects for a moment until, finally, Landon took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He stopped at the door to the bathroom and adjusted his pull-up bar. He moved, standing behind Kennadie. Silently, his hands traveled down her bare arms, wrapping around her wrists and raising her hands to the bar. "Grab it," he whispered. Kennadie was able to wrap her hands around the steel bar and still keep her feet flat on the floor. With her body stretched before him, Landon gently ran his hands along every exposed inch of skin available to him. A full length mirror hung in the bathroom, directly in front of it. The mirror was the reason he'd put the bar here in the first place, but now, watching Kennadie's body respond to him in the reflection, her body cast in the shadows created by the small night light, Landon was pleased, aching for her. He reached for her zipper and freed her from the silky folds of the material, running his fingers back up her body as he stood again. He ran his hands over her black matching bra and panty, sighing as his hands took in the warmth her body had transferred to the material. Landon moved to her front, pulling the cups of her bra down and tucking them under the weight of her breasts. "These, are a man's dream come true," he mused softly, catching them in his palm and tweaking her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. Kennadie moaned and relaxed her head on her right arm. "That feels so good." "Were you excited about coming to see me?" he asked. It was a childish question, but it was rolling over and over in his mind, begging to be asked. "Yes," she said quietly. Landon considered that she said it because it was the right thing to say, being that he was paying for her presence, still, it brought a hint of a smile to him. "You liked me touching you, Kennadie?" "Yes." "Me, Kennadie, or do you like just anyone touching you? Do you just like to get fucked, or fucked by me?" She gasped, apparently offended either by the vulgarity of the question, or the reason she presumed to be behind it, but, she answered, nonetheless. "You." Her voice was breathless now, his hands having moved from her breast, down her stomach and were now massaging her, one hand over her panty clad pussy, the other over her ass. As if her answer was the magic word, Landon knelt in front of her and pulled her panties free, discarding them somewhere on the bathroom floor. He adjusted her ankles apart, separating her so that she was slightly turned in the doorway with one foot in the bathroom and one in the bedroom. He stood and resumed his hand position, one in front, the other in the back, this time allowing his fingers to sink into the crevices of her body. From behind, he slid two fingers into her opening, pausing until the small cry died on her lips. He found her clit and rubbed firm circles around the hard nub while he worked his fingers in and out of her. He kept this pace until her legs trembled and he felt her pussy begin a slow clench and release around his fingers. He pulled away, grasping her wrists in his hands, silently asking her to let go of the bar. "Not yet, Kennadie." Landon led her to the bed, sitting her on the edge. He peeled off his pajama pants and before he could toss them to the side, Kennadie had her hand wrapped around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her eyes watching the purposeful movements of her hand. When precum started seeping beading on the head of his cock, she swirled her tongue around him, spreading it. "Fuck." The words erupted from his mouth as Kennadie buried her lips around the base of his cock, sucking hard and teasing him with her tongue as she slowly pulled her lips away. This damn girl made him want to lose his mind. There was nothing she didn't make him want to do and the night was too fucking short to do it all. For a full minute, he enjoyed her blow job. He pulled away, instructing her to slide up on the bed. She did and he followed her, turning around as he straddled her. He stuck his wet cock between her breasts, rocking his hips as Kennadie pushed them together. He reached between her legs, working her clit as he fucked her tits, listening the raspy breaths and soft moans that drifted to his ears. "I want to suck you." Landon groaned at the heat that flashed through him. He backed himself up, cursing as Kennadie's lips caught his cock and it disappeared in the mouth. He braced Kennadie's legs behind his arms and bent his head down to inhale her scent before burying his face in her wet pussy. He felt her mouth hum against his cock before she turned her head, releasing him and maneuvering him back between her breasts. Kennadie was rocking her hips against his mouth, but her tongue was circling the smooth skin behind his nuts and working its way to his ass. Landon grunted at the realization, but at that point, he was hers. He pumped in and out of her tits, letting the movements set the pace for his tongue dancing over her clit. By the time her tongue slid across his ass, Landon could tell Kennadie was on the verge of coming. His mouth closed over her clit. "I'm coming," she panted, her words muffled as she continued striking his ass with her tongue. By the time she replaced her tongue with the tip of her finger, sliding it inside him, Landon was already there. His load exploded between them, covering their skin as he continued thrusting himself between her titties while she bucked against his face, spreading her cum over his face. Landon caught his breath and sat up, her head between his thighs, his cock situated over her face. Kennadie stuck out her tongue and licked the remnants of his orgasm away, finally covering him with her mouth and sucking while she reached between her legs and played with herself. Landon watched, amused and amazed as Kennadie brought herself to orgasm again while giving him a blow job. Sex for him had always been a means to an end, but this, this was way out of his realm of reality. With her chest still heaving from her second orgasm, Kennadie paused in her work. "I still need you to fuck me." Those dirty words coming from innocent looking Kennadie and his cock was throbbing to do just that. He grabbed a condom from the night stand table as Kennadie moved to her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him. Her fingers were between her legs again, spreading her juices from her pussy to her ass. "Take your pick," she breathed. Landon slid his sheathed cock in her pussy and pulled out, slamming against her again. Kennadie propped herself on her head and shoulders, using one hand to rub her clit and the other to finger her ass. Landon slowed his pacing, using his hands to spread her cheeks. He wondered if this girl had any idea how she affected him. "Move your hand." Landon pulled out and pressed his cock against her ass. She pulled her hand out of the way and pressed to him as his head entered her. "Oh fuck," she cried into the tangled covers. Landon had never had anal sex before and he was unprepared for the tight grip that hugged his cock once he got inside her. "This isn't going to last long," he warned her. Kennadie only groaned in response, but continued to rock her hips, inviting him fuck her harder. Every breath, every slow thrust brought a new sound of pleasure from her, a song that fed Landon's need and encouraged his cadence to increase with each passing note until he was plunging into her with such ferocity, he had to hold his breath. She screamed with release, her ass clinching around him, and his own orgasm instantly followed. Landon buried himself in her for a moment, catching his breath until he could utter a coherent sentence. "Wait right here." He eased from her and went to the bathroom, discarding the condom and wetting a washcloth to clean himself up. He wet another with warm water and went back to Kennadie, wiping the evidence of their play from her breasts and stomach. She watched him, smiling until he could stand it no more. He leaned down, kissing her softly. "Do you want to stay?" he asked "I'd like that." "You want a shower?" "In the morning. Right now, I'd just like to lay with you." As Landon discarded the wash cloth, Kennadie straightened herself in the middle of the bed, obviously waiting for him to join her. Landon pulled his shirt over his head and settled against the headboard. Kennadie snuggled up to him, her head in the crook of his arm and her knee thrown over his hips. This felt so normal, Kennadie cuddled up to him. He ran his hands over her, softly fingering her skin, learning the dips and ridges of her curves. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. "Is it like this with all your girls?" she asked. "Like what?" She adjusted her head, but stopped short of turning her head up to look at him. "It's pretty incredible, being with you. You don't make me feel ashamed for wanting to do the things we've done." Kennadie ran her fingers over the sparse patch of hair that grew from his chest. He'd never really thought one way or another about keeping them, but Kennadie seemed to find some distracting comfort in rubbing her hand over the area and he was glad he hadn't shaved it. "You shouldn't feel ashamed. Why would you?" Kennadie sighed and for a brief moment her hand paused. "I guess because Jane has been easy on me. Most of my dates are innocent outings. Men I've dated in the past haven't been very...adventurous. You make me want to be dirty." She giggled and Landon held her to him. "I like you dirty, and no, it's not always like this." "What do you do with them?" she asked. "The other girls?" "Yes." Landon wasn't sure he wanted to share this. The other girls were a convenient fuck, but would she think less of him if he said as much? "Tell me," she insisted. He hesitated a moment and finally admitted, "Just sex, mostly." "Mostly?" "Yes, I've never had anal sex before tonight. That was different. Fantastically different." If Kennadie felt his dick twitch, she didn't say anything. Instead, she wanted to know if he had a regular. "No, it's usually whoever Jane sends." "But, you asked for me tonight?" "I did." During their conversation, Landon found Kennadie's nipple and he absentmindedly rolled it in his fingers as they talked. "Why?" Landon considered his answer. "Because I just can't seem to get enough of you." Kennadie cupped his face in her hand and pulled him down to her, stretching herself to meet him. As she kissed him, she rolled on top of him, sitting with her knees astride. "I thought it was just me," she said, as she broke the kiss. Landon palmed her breasts and smiled. "It's definitely not just you."