Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1)

by Day, Michelle

  “We aren’t dating remember.” before turning away and joining his brother and two Spanish girls on the beach, he glanced back at Suzanne as he wrapped an arm around Catalina’s waist .

  “I’m not even going to ask what that was about.” Matt commented.

  For two days following the incident on the beach Suzanne didn’t show up in his room during siesta and Paul hadn’t had the opportunity to get her alone and question her about it. On the third day, half an hour after his family were happily snoozing, Paul decided to go to Suzanne’s room and have it out with her, he wrenched open his door and almost walked straight into her, her first reaction was to slap him hard across the face, he stepped back away from her;

  “What was that for?”

  Suzanne stepped into his room, closed and locked the door “You threw me in the sea and completely humiliated me.”

  “You’re still cross about that?”

  “Fuming.”

  “So that’s why you haven’t been to see me in two days.” Paul sat on the edge of his bed “I was just making a point Suzie, it was you who said we weren’t dating after all but it’s also you who has a problem with me being close to another girl.”

  “Fair point I guess.” she sat beside him “I do hate seeing you with those girls.”

  “How do you think I feel when I see the guys pawing at you?” Paul nudged her “It drives me crazy; I want to rip their hands off.”

  “Ok, I promise I won’t do any more flirting with the boys if you back off from the girls.”

  “Deal, we’re still not dating thought right?”

  “Right. It’s a pity you have to go to boarding school; we could have continued this when we got home.”

  “Erm, no time like the present.” he gestured around his room “We appear to be alone.”

  “I can’t, I got my period.”

  Paul shuddered involuntarily, the female monthly cycle hadn’t bothered him until Tessa has neglected to flush her tampon away properly. “Shame.”

  “There is something I can do though.” Suzanne grinned “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  Suzanne pushed him back onto the bed “Just relax and let me do this ok?” she didn’t wait for an answer. She began to kiss him, stroking his body; she winced as his fingers pinched her nipples, they were tender and she gently moved his hands away and held them at his sides as she continued to kiss him, moving occasionally to nip his chest and collar bone.

  She loved the way he responded to her and also, apart from the occasional softly spoken instruction the way he remained silent just regulating his breathing and giving himself over to her, she kissed him again, biting his lip hearing his sharp intake of breath;

  “Te amo” he whispered as she sat back and slid his shorts off his hips.

  “What? Speak English.” she told him.

  “Look it up.” he answered then his whole body tensed as she lowered her mouth over him caressing his length with her tongue, another first for him.

  She had let go of his hands and was using her own to heighten his arousal, dragging her nails gently over his scrotum and up his inner thigh towards his genitals, she paused, glancing up at him, his entire body was tense, his breathing shallow, his hands grasping the bedclothes but for all this, his face was relaxed, lips slightly parted, eyes closed. She continued to pleasure him, taking it first fast then slow, she felt him hold his breath and one hand softly stroked her hair.

  Suzanne let her hands take over for a while, letting her jaw rest but planting tiny wet kisses on his lower stomach, when he held his breath, she closed her mouth around him once more and together with her hands, bought him to climax.

  Paul released his breath, opened his eyes and swallowed hard. His body was still reeling from her touch, he’d never imagined her mouth on him could feel so damn good, so consuming.

  “Hey.” Suzanne appeared in front of him “You ok?”

  He nodded and smiled opening his mouth to receive her kiss, tasting his own juices in her mouth.

  “Another first I’m guessing?”

  “Yeah.” he found his voice “Holy shit that was good.”

  “I aim to please.” she laughed.

  “You do that very well.” he confirmed “I wish I knew more, could do more to you.”

  “You do pretty well, give it time Paul, you’ll gain experience as you get older.”

  “But by then you will be long gone.”

  “I’ll always be around, we’re friends too you know, not just fuck buddies.”

  Before they knew it, the month was at an end and they were once again in the air conditioned Mercedes being dropped off at the airport.

  “I hate this bit.” Paul moaned.

  “Dude, it’s going to be fine.” Matt assured “Give me your bags, I’ll get them over to the baggage cart, you sit and chill.”

  Paul sank down into one of the opulent leather couches in the VIP lounge, rested his head against the high back and closed his eyes.

  “I bet I can give you something to keep your mind off flying.” Suzanne whispered in his ear before sitting beside him.

  Turning his head to face her he half smiled, half frowned “I thought you were cursed.”

  “Not any more, meet me at the back of the games room after take off.” she told him.

  Gripping the arms of the chair and keeping his eyes closed during take off, Paul could feel himself turning green and wasn’t sure he would be able to stomach whatever it was that Suzanne had in mind. He heard the seatbelt sign ping off and opened his eyes in time to see Suzanne leave her seat. Leaning over the edge of his seat, he gauged what the adults were doing before checking out his siblings, Tessa was engrossed in a fashion magazine, Matt had his headphones on and was deeply involved in the hand held video game he’d purchased in Spain.

  Coming somewhat unsteadily to his feet, Paul wasn’t surprised when neither of his siblings glanced up; they were more than used to his customary dash for the bathrooms after take off. Suzanne was waiting for him; she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom furthest away from the main cabin.

  “Strip.” she said, pinning him against the sink.

  “Completely?” he asked beginning to unbutton his shirt. As this was a private plane, the bathrooms were larger than normal giving them plenty of room.

  “Yes.” she unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor. Going down onto her knees, she took his semi erect penis into her mouth her hand snaking around his hip, pulling him to her, once she had him fully erect she came to her feet and removed her clothes amidst much slapping of his hands as he tried to grope each newly exposed piece of skin.

  Pulling him away from perching against the sink, she swapped places with him, hopped up onto the worktop, opened her legs and beckoned to him.

  He grinned “You aren’t even going to make me work for this are you?”

  “Not at all, fuck me now, fuck me hard.”

  Stepping between her legs, he positioned himself, savouring the moment. Suzanne wrapped her legs around him loosely only tightening her grip when he entered her in once swift and forceful movement. They ground against each other until they were both spent. Paul held her to his chest, calming his breathing and stroking her hair.

  “We should get back.” she whispered.

  “Hmm, in a minute.” he replied prising himself from her grasp, he dropped to his knees and began to eat her.

  “Oh.” she gasped sliding her fingers into his hair holding him to her as he once again successfully brought her to orgasm.

  Wiping the excess fluid on the back of his hand, Paul stepped into Suzanne’s embrace,

  “Want to know what we taste like?” he asked as he lowered his head to kiss her.

  Leaving Suzanne to compose herself, Paul made a quiet exit from the bathroom and bumped into Matt on his way through the games room.

  “You don’t look as green as normal.” Matt commented as he set up the air hockey table “Fancy a game?
He asked regarding his brother “In fact, you look rather pleased with yourself.”

  Paul grinned and turned on the table, making the small puck float “I just joined the mile high club.” he told Matt.

  “Oh really, which one of the stewardesses did you jump on?” Matt asked, then quieter as Suzanne walked past. “Was it that smoking redhead?”

  “It wasn’t a stewardess.” Paul answered.

  “Paul, whacking off in the bog isn’t considered joining the mile high club.” Matt said.

  “I wasn’t alone, I was with Suzanne.”

  “No!” Matt gasped.

  “Yes and I have been for most of the holiday.”

  “You jammy bugger! Dude, Tessa is going to freak.” Matt laughed.

  “She isn’t going to find out; you and John are the only ones who know, I’d like it to stay that way.”

  “You know I won’t say a word. How does John know?”

  “He caught us.” Paul shrugged “Says the image will stay with him for a very long time.” he grinned “Good times.”

  Chapter Four

  When the family arrived home, Monica switched into fifth gear ordering both boys to the barbers for haircuts while organising the washing and the final fitting of their new school uniforms. Three days later, cases and trunks jammed in the back of Michael’s car, they dropped Tessa off at Suzanne’s house while the rest of the family made the long journey to Lincolnshire and the boys’ new school.

  Matt remained silent on the journey, he had already argued with his parents about being sent away for school and had clearly lost that battle, now his twin took up the argument and didn’t let up for the entire four hour journey.

  On arrival at the school, the family were greeted by the deputy head and one of the science teachers, the deputy head escorted Monica and Michael to the Principle’s office after insisting that the boys say their goodbyes to their parents. Matt and Paul were taken to the infirmary where they underwent a medical examination and also where Paul received his first punishment in the form of a cane across his hands for stating rather loudly whilst standing in nothing other than his shorts.

  “This is bullshit.”

  Monica and Michael were treated to an informal meeting with the Principle, the finest bone china had been bought out of storage for the occasion, Michael, after all, took care of the school’s accounts.

  “Your boys will receive the highest standard of education.” the Principle assured “We also teach respect and discipline.”

  “Judging from their performance on the way here, both boys could use a little more discipline.” Michael gruffed “I’d like them placed in separate dorms and kept apart as much as possible, they egg each other on and are very protective of each other, I feel you will have fewer problems with them if they spend the majority of their time apart.”

  Monica was flabbergasted, she hadn’t agreed with sending the boys away to school but had given in under Michael’s insistence but now he wanted them kept apart, she knew neither boy would take kindly to this and expected to receive calls from the school on a regular basis lamenting her sons’ behaviour.

  When Paul realised he was to be separated from his brother he knew he’d have to find a way to get out of this school and quick. He didn’t want to be away from home but had counted himself lucky that he had his brother to lean on, now that crutch had been taken away and he was completely alone he knew he wouldn’t survive here on his own.

  Matt was stunned that he had been placed in a different dorm to Paul, he was sharing a room with a large, friendly boy named Cameron but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rather be sharing with Paul, he knew his brothers’ habits and flash points and now he would have to learn this other boys’ foibles, he didn’t want to be here but his placid, laid back nature wouldn’t allow him to rebel.

  During supper the first night, Paul had tried to sit with his brother but was firmly directed to the table his dorm mates occupied, placing his tray on the table in front of him, he folded his arms across his chest and resolutely refused to eat resulting in him being sent for an early shower and the removal of his television privileges.

  The following day Paul had hoped to see his brother during lessons but soon learned they had been put on a vastly differing timetable. At morning break, he took himself to the far edge of the quad and sank down against the chain link fence close to some boys from an older year. He hadn’t intentionally listened to their conversation but happened to overhear one of the star rugby players complaining that he wasn’t allowed to play as his science work wasn’t up to scratch. Paul caught the boys’ eye and offered to do the work for him in return for cigarettes and the occasional message passed to his brother. It was also during that first break that he discovered his all boys boarding school was situated right next to an all girls comprehensive, his squeaky clean uniform marked him as a new boy and the girls on the other side of the fence soon discovered the newcomer was strikingly good looking, positively charming and an incorrigible flirt.

  By the third day Paul had come up with the plan that the best way to get out of the school would be to go through the rule book and systematically break each and every rule. He had already managed to break the no fraternising with girls rule, that one was easy and also the highlight of his day. He stopped working in lessons and refused outright to do homework which earned him a trip to the Principles office and a stern talking to as did his loud and raucous conversations with the girls each morning.

  Sitting on his bed the following evening, rule book in hand, he discovered that refusal to attend lessons was a major misdemeanour as was smoking, he’d already figured that one out and he just needed to get caught in the act. The very next morning, he refused to get out of bed and ended up being dragged out of bed by his head of year marched to the Principles office, caned across the hands and doing his days lessons in his pyjamas at a desk outside the Principles inner sanctum. That evening, he hit the rule book again.

  Standing on the headboard of his bed, he opened the window and lit a cigarette, well aware that he could be seen by the teachers outside, he took a deep drag and, resisting the urge to cough up his lungs and vomit, blew the smoke out of the window, as soon as he got the attention he desired, he stubbed out the disgusting cigarette, jumped down off his bed and went to sit at the small desk in the corner of his room only seconds before two teachers burst into the room dragged him to his feet and once again marched him to the Principles office.

  “This is becoming a habit Mr Jensen” the Principle said as he came around his desk “Let’s see if we can discourage further visits shall we?”

  Paul didn’t answer, he recognised the rhetorical question.

  “Drop your trousers boy and lean over the chair.” the Principle told him, he didn’t move, the Principle nodded to the two teachers who had brought him to the office who leaped into action, wrenching Paul’s trousers down to his ankles and holding him over the arm of the leather chair, he soon learnt that it was useless to struggle against the two teachers holding him and was completely unprepared for the sting of the cane as it hit his backside, he cried out in pain and shock at the first blow but bit his lip and remained silent during the next nine lashes. “I do not expect to see you in here again. What do you have to say to me?”

  Paul was thinking “Sadistic bastard.” but as the school rules stated, he said “Thank you Sir.” and was marched back to his room. Sneaking to the bathroom during the night, he pulled down his boxers and surveyed his backside, he saw the red welts in his flesh and he still felt the pain but boy was it worth it. Having checked the school rules again, he noticed that boys were required to wear pyjamas to bed, as he usually only wore his boxers at home, he had found the bedtime garments uncomfortable and restrictive and after today’s punishment decided that sleeping naked, refusing to go to lessons and smoking should put him well and truly in the bad boy books.

  He received twenty strokes the following morning after being forcibly dressed by the house master and
again spent his day at the desk outside the Principles office, shifting from one cheek to the other to alleviate the pain along with two other boys from his dorm who also seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble. He was allowed out to his morning break which he spent flirting with the girls, he received a further five strokes for this.

  That night, he stayed up late, much to the annoyance of his room mate who had begged him to tow the line, studying the rule book one again. He smiled to himself before he turned out the light and whispered to his roommate that he should get up early and get out of the room so that he didn’t get caught up in Paul’s plans.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I can’t tell you Louis, if you don’t know what I’m up to then you can’t take any of the blame, I’ll be out of here soon and hopefully you will get a decent roommate.”

  He heard Louis leave the room an hour before breakfast and quickly stripped off his boxer shorts before sliding back under the covers. He had discovered that a major infraction of the school rules was masturbation, hugely frowned upon in this institution, he realised he may have hit upon the one thing that would indeed get him expelled. As the bell for breakfast sounded, Paul lay back in his bed and turned his thoughts to Suzanne and all the things she had taught him in their month together.

  “We’d better get the Jensen boy up.” Mr. Roberts, Paul’s science teacher said to his colleague, Games Master Shore, a large brute of a man. He felt for the boy and hated that the task of getting Paul out of bed and dressed had fallen to him, having been sent to boarding school himself he knew what the boy was going through, he despised himself for working here but needs must, a wife, child, another on the way and a hefty mortgage had necessitated him taking this job.

  Opening the door to the room that Paul and Louis shared he couldn’t believe that this boy appeared to be breaking each rule in order.

  Paul had kicked off the covers as his thoughts of Suzanne aroused him beyond belief, he didn’t realise at first that he wasn’t alone until the Games Master growled and hauled him out of the bed by his hair screaming at him to cover himself up.