by Michelle Day
When he turned his smile on her, her heart did that silly little back flip that it had done the very first time he had looked at her in that primal, animalistic way he had that simply made her turn to mush. She had thought she’d hardened her heart to him, that she could survive without him but in truth, she wanted him more now than she ever had and she wondered just how far his good mood extended and if she were to pluck up the courage to come on to him, would he reject her or would he grasp the opportunity with both hands?
Helen and both boys were sound asleep when they arrived home. Slipping his shoes and socks off, Paul made himself at home on the deep filled cushions of the sofa, finding he sunk comfortably into their softness as he reached for the remote control and surfed the channels looking for a film. He dug his toes into the pile of the carpet, finding his feet caressed by the fibres and now knowing why the interior furnishing bill had been so high, not that he resented it but as it was technically his house, he would have liked to have had some say in how it was furnished.
Handing him a glass of wine, Carmen sat beside him, far enough away so as not to crowd him but close enough to feel his heat while they watched the film in comfortable silence.
Finishing his first glass of wine, Paul made to get up and re-fill their glasses but Carmen insisted on doing it and disappeared into the kitchen. Pouring half a glass for herself, she downed it in one, giving herself a little Dutch courage before re-filling both glasses, opening a few more buttons on her blouse and returning to the living room, it was now or never.
Standing in front of him and bending at the waist to stretch forward and place both glasses on the small table beside the sofa, she made sure to give him a face full of cleavage. She licked her lips, not so much a suggestive move as a nervous one as he had merely tilted his head to the side to peer around her at the television.
She was mentally kicking herself for making the foolish display when he suddenly straightened a little in his seat. His eyes no longer fastened on the screen but on the ivory coloured bra hovering in front of him.
He barely suppressed the annoyed tut that threatened to escape his lips as Carmen leant over him. They were about to get to the fucking in the film and the actress he had a gargantuan crush on was slowly removing her clothes and here was Carmen getting in the way. He glanced in her direction and then stopped breathing. Her breasts, only just covered in an ivory coloured bra were hovering in front of his face and he had always liked her breasts.
Straightening in his seat, he couldn’t quite believe what came next as she shimmied her tight skirt up around her hips to reveal matching panties and, thank the good lord above, stockings, not the holdup fake things that women these days seemed to favour, but honest to goodness real life silk stockings complete with suspenders.
Now that she had his attention, and boy, did she have it all, he was positively drooling at the sight of her stockings, she took her time in widening her stance and undulating forward to straddle his thighs and once there, she took slow glide up the muscled length until she nestled her ivory silk knickers that had cost her most of that month’s salary over the growing bulge in his trousers.
Paul’s brain had ceased to function the blood flow to his groin had been that quick. Was it Christmas? Was he dreaming? Or was he just the luckiest son of a bitch ever to walk the earth? Oh, yeah, that was it. Almost on auto pilot, his hands moved to rest on her spread thighs, slowly, painfully inching their way over the silk to slide under her suspenders to the soft flesh above the stocking top.
With mesmerizing slowness, Carmen fed each button on her blouse through its corresponding hole to reveal more of her flesh. Paul’s lips parted and his tongue swept across them as she flicked the front clasp on her bra and peeled the material away.
Just as she expected, he eased forward and closed his lips around one pouting nipple at the same time as his thumbs pressed against the damp crotch of her knickers. She felt the rasp of his teeth as he slipped between her underwear and her flesh, using his thumbs to part her lips and his fingers to dip in and sample her wetness.
His deep groan vibrated against her nipple as his fingers teased and delved into her, making her gasp and grasp his head, pulling him closer, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. With two fingers inside her, he moved his attention to the other breast, not wanting it to feel left out and he bit down at the same time as one hand slid around behind her, grabbing her back side and running a finger down the cleft that separated the cheeks.
He wanted to be inside her, needed to feel her around him again and with that in mind, he took a firmer hold on her bottom and heaved them both into a standing position. Sure it would have been easy just to sit back, unzip his trousers and pull his now throbbing dick out but it wouldn’t afford him the control or penetration he craved.
Once he had set her feet on the ground and allowed her to unbutton his shirt. He took a moment to savour her tongue lapping at his nipples, nipping and sucking before his dick pulsed once again against his fly, demanding attention and release. He lifted her face to his and plundered her mouth savagely, leaving her breathless as he pulled away, stepped behind her and bent her at the waist.
Making sure she was at the angle he wanted, he put his feet beside her instep and side stepped both of her legs wider, his hands easing her hips down just a little, judging perfectly their height compared to the position his dick would be in once he freed it from his trousers. Doing just that, he only pushed the garment below his arse cheeks. Stroking his dick a few times to ease a little of the tension, he swiftly pulled aside the gusset of her knickers and with a well practised thrust of his hips, buried his entire length inside her.
This wasn’t how she’d planned it and she had absolutely no idea how he had gained control. Both of them liked to have the upper hand during sex and she had honestly thought she had it but somehow, he had turned the tables and she found herself bent over the sofa, her skirt around her hips, her blouse open but sticking to her back with her own sweat and his heat as he flattened his chest against her, grasped her shoulders and rutted like a beast.
Despite the indignity of her position, she couldn’t help but silently celebrate this small victory, after all, it had only taken a glimpse of breast to have him coming to attention and turning the tables. She cried out at a particularly deep thrust that was swiftly followed by his shaft pulsing within her as he came, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades.
She could feel the strong pulses inside her, feel that he hadn’t quite finished and as he straightened, his hips still glued to hers she felt the sting of her scar tissue being stretched as he changed the angle and began to pick up the pace once again.
He’d come once but it wasn’t enough and she was becoming a little dry. He ran a hand under her blouse up her back and around her side, stretching to tweak her nipple, when she twitched at his touch, he moved his hand back down again, sliding it across her stomach to find her clit and work his magic there, only giving the occasional glide of his hips as he worked on her, seeking her orgasm and the moisture that would come with it.
She wasn’t going to come, not like this, she wanted slow and gentle and it would seem that he wanted the exact opposite. She hadn’t counted on the fact that what Paul wanted, Paul got and that, coupled with his expert fingers circling, gliding and pinching her clit had her temperature rising, her legs trembling. Fuck it, I’m going to come. Oh God, that’s it right there, don’t move away from there.
As she began to moan and her juices flooded around his cock, he picked up the pace, the fingers of one hand curling around her hip as he hammered into her delighting in her gasped instructions of harder as she took him over the edge for the second time in the last few minutes.
Slightly disoriented on waking, it took only moments to get her bearings and come to the conclusion that she had spent the night in the spare room. The reason for that was sleeping peacefully next to her. Regarding the sleeping teenager, she felt her heart stutter and knew she was sti
ll in love with him despite his moods and obvious lack of ability to commit to any one female, she loved him. She knew she should distance herself, that he was no good for her whatsoever but given the fact that he was the father of her child, distance between them would be difficult especially as with just one heated look from him, her clothes seemed to drop off and her body would make itself readily available to him.
On reaching the top of the stairs the previous night, after their tryst in the living room, Carmen had headed for her bedroom after bidding him goodnight, it took only a tug on her hand, the incline of his head and that wicked, seductive smile to have him leading her to his room where she got the slow, gentle seeing to she had wanted all evening.
Looking at him now, facing her in his sleep, using one arm as a pillow with his free hand resting on her thigh, he looked like an angel. His long black lashes caressed his cheek bones, his hair thick and glossy in glorious disarray around his head. Everything about his physical appearance was beautiful, especially in sleep as he couldn’t turn that wicked tongue of his to bite out a sarcastic comment.
She took in the straight nose and full lips, the curve of his neck and the sweep of his shoulders. Her hand reached out to run a finger down cheek bones that were sharper than razor blades making him stir and squish his face harder into his arm. Doing it again caused him to open his eyes.
Regarding her as he gathered his thoughts, remembering last night. His smile took her breath away; he knew it and would use it at every available opportunity. His hand tightened on her thigh before beginning its journey toward her breasts.
“Oh my God.”
Helen’s voice stopped them dead but all Paul did was wriggle a bit to look over his shoulder at her, he didn’t make any move to climb off the voluptuous body beneath him.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s Sunday which happens to be my day off and the day you have both boys and yours is awake.” Helen had paused only briefly to take in the situation in front of her before delivering her tirade and dumping Gavin on the bed. “You must be insane to put yourself through this again.” She addressed Carmen. “He’ll hurt you.”
“It’s my life Helen. I know what I am doing.” Carmen answered her, relieved that Paul had actually rolled off her and pulled Gavin onto his lap.
“I hope so. You know where I am if you need me.” She shot Paul a dirty look before stalking from the room.
“I get the distinct impression that she doesn’t like me.” Paul murmured while bouncing the baby on his knees.
“She’s just looking out for me.” Carmen responded.
“I understand that.” He handed the child to her as he got out of the bed. “She doesn’t have to keep harping on though does she?”
“I suppose not.” Carmen sniffed the bundle in her arms, “Do you want to be on breakfast brigade or nappy duty?” She asked.
“I really should say breakfast but if I’m going to take him home with me sometimes then I need to practise the whole nappy thing.”
“You brave boy.” She laughed and handed Gavin back to him. “I’ll wake Luke and get breakfast started, good luck.”
Paul watched her leave his room before regarding his son, “Why do I get the feeling she knows something I don’t?” He asked the child who simply gurgled a reply.
Chapter Nine
Two o’clock Monday and Paul finally made an appearance on site. He caught the keys to the van that one of his men threw to him and turned away to dump his bag in the back and pull on his work boots.
“Well strike me down with a feather boys, look who’s showed his face.” Phil grinned at him, thoroughly enjoying playing to his audience. “If one of us was this late without leaving word, you’d sack us.” He chided.
“Not straight away.” Paul protested, “I’d listen to your lame excuses first, then I’d sack you.” He chuckled. “Sorry I’m late guys, I sort of got delayed.”
Phil gestured to the men to go back to work before handing Paul a spade and walking with him to the plot he was working on.
“You look tired.” Phil commented as he started to dig.
“I am, long and hectic weekend. I went to see my boy and rekindled old flames. I should have caught the last train last night but I found it more difficult to leave than I had imagined. I’m tired, I ache and I need to find a way to have my son with me.”
“Do you think his mother will want that?”
“God no. She barely lets him out of her sight; if I wanted full time custody I would have a battle Royale on my hands and as I seem incapable of staying out of her bed it complicates things further. I need to persuade her to move closer or find a place here where she can come and stay for weekends to share some of the travelling burden but a niggling part of me tells me she won’t go for that either. I need to start thinking with my head and not my dick when I’m around her.”
“Why not try to arrange meetings at a neutral place?”
“Because I’d still want to fuck her even if we did that and I’d find a way to do it too, if you saw her you’d understand why I can’t say no.”
“I’d say you’re screwed mate.” Phil slapped him on the back and laughed.
“Thank you for those encouraging words of wisdom.”
Life plodded on as usual with gardening, office work and fortnightly visits to see his son with driving lessons squeezed in where possible. Paul would bemoan the fact on returning home from his visits that Carmen seemed to have an irresistible pull on him and he had once again found himself in her bed and was getting more and more involved with her each and every time he saw her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to leave and he feared that one day, he would simply stay.
Spring brought a welcome change in the weather along with celebration as first Matt then Paul passed their driving tests and began the hunt for a car. At first, they had looked at having a car each but after discussing it and realising that they rarely went out without the other one in tow, they settled on sharing a car.
It wasn’t long before Paul arrived home with an old but physically immaculate Ford Escort Mexico and they took turns in driving it each time they went out. Sadly, the outer beauty and physical perfection of the car was undermined by the serious mechanical flaws and unreliability of the engine and more often than not, it would break down on an evening out.
“Its unpredictability is sort of becoming predictable.” Matt commented as he and Paul peered into the engine bay.
“Yeah I know but it’s nothing I can’t fix once we get it collected. Looks like we’ll need a visit to the scrappy for another radiator though.”
“Do you reckon that’s the only issue?” Matt waved down the break down vehicle.
“Sadly no, I think I bought a lemon. I’m going to look into getting another engine for it as it’ll be a shame to scrap it, the bodywork is immaculate and the car is solid.”
“How much is that going to cost?” Matt asked.
“Dunno but don’t worry, I’ll cover the cost of it and I think I’ll be able to fit it myself with a little help.”
“Where to boys?” The recovery driver asked.
Paul gave the man the address of the workshop that took care of his company vans; he was fairly certain that with the promise of more company vehicles, the owner would allow him to work on his own car using their space.
Monica allowed Paul to take her car on his next visit to his son, making him vow as she dangled the keys in front of him, that he would call her the moment he arrived and let her know he was safe.
Paul huffed while lamenting, “I’m seventeen Mum.”
“You’re still my baby.” She gave him her standard answer with the twinkle in her eye as she chuckled at his bereft expression on being called a baby.
Swallowing his pride, he took the offered keys, “Of course I’ll call you, I promise, cross my heart and hope to die.” He mocked as he wrapped her in a hug, “Thanks for letting me take the car.”
Carmen’s good mood evaporated when she saw Monica
’s dark blue BMW pull up in front of her house. Thinking the older woman had driven up to check on her; she was pleasantly surprised when Paul climbed out of the driver’s seat and waved at her while talking into his phone. Call finished, he made his way into the house.
“Hi.” He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Miss me? Where’s my boy?”
“Gavin’s in here and of course I missed you. I thought for a moment there Monica had come to check up on me.”
“She wouldn’t do that, she has been asking when she can see Gavin though, might be nice if you could bring him down sometime. She let me borrow her car cause mine’s off the road.”
“That was nice of her.” Carmen watched as the love of her life easily flopped onto the living room floor and began to babble to the other love of her life, her baby boy.
Paul turned onto his back and pulled Gavin to sit across his stomach, “She is nice.” He answered, looking around his son at her, “It’s about time you gave her a chance.”
“Yeah well, that cuts both ways don’t you think?” she huffed.
“I guess.” He shrugged and turned his attention back to the gurgling child bouncing on him. “Where’s Helen?”
“Luke had a birthday party to go to so she’s with him and I’m beginning to notice what a handful Gavin is without Luke around.”
Paul came lithely to his feet, cuddling his son, “So let’s do something with him and keep him entertained while his buddy is out having fun.”
“OK, what would you like to do?”
“Oh, I dunno, er, swimming?”
“After the way it ended the last time? I think not.” She poo pooed that idea.
“Alright, is there a playground around here?”
“He’s too small for that.”
“No he’s not, we’ll be with him, come on Carmen, it’ll be fun.”