by Michelle Day
Chapter Twenty Two
Within three months, he was fully integrated into her group of friends. The men wanted to be him, the women wanted to be with him. He had become somewhat of a leading man amongst her social circle and it had given him the opportunity to quote for several prestigious jobs for the parents of the people he was socialising with.
His face had made it into numerous magazines as the paparazzi followed the gifted lifestyle of these people. One article in particular had made him laugh as he had been described as the most useful person amongst a gaggle of freeloaders.
By this time, he had persuaded Eve to spend the occasional night in his bed albeit with him wearing his boxers and a t-shirt. He was making slow progress with her. Her apprehension was as changeable as the wind. One day she would push him away and the next she was more than willing to learn new things.
He was delighted by the fact that he could make her come just by playing with and sucking her nipples. He’d never met a woman capable of doing that but her breasts were incredibly sensitive and it took little stimulation on his part but even this had to be done under the cover of darkness with his hand inside the top she was wearing. She always began to freak out as she felt her orgasm building, thinking she was going to urinate, it was a mindset he was working hard to get her out of.
Already approaching the five month mark of their relationship, Paul regularly congratulated himself on his fidelity. Sure he’d kissed a few women at the club and had succumbed to a few hand jobs but that wasn’t cheating was it? No, absolutely not.
With the warmer weather approaching and party invites pouring in, his nights at the club began to become a bone of contention between them. She kept repeating that she saw little point in having a boyfriend when she had to attend most of the parties alone. It created either a prolonged silence or an argument when he pointed out that she didn’t have to attend the parties at all let alone solo.
In the interests of maintaining a harmonious relationship and hopefully, eventually getting laid, he picked what seemed to be the most promising parties and took an entire weekend off from the club. He had to admit, the prospect of a pool party which would carry on into an evening of cocktails and first class food over a hot, sweaty evening at the club did appeal quite a bit to him.
Eve for her part made sure to tell him how much she appreciated him taking time off from work to join her. She went on a shopping trip and returned with several bags of designer clothes for him, not that he needed them, including a very fetching pair of swimming shorts which he had to admit, where totally his style. She had estimated his sizes perfectly and although he thought he looked like some toff model in the glossy rags she read, her pleasure at his appearance made him bite his tongue.
The host of the pool party “Clark” greeted them warmly and whisked Paul away to the men’s changing area at the far end of the pool. The area wasn’t so much as to preserve their dignity, it was more of a gathering area for the men to undress and chat out of earshot of the women.
Having worn her all in one swim suit, complete with skirt to cover the top of her thighs under her clothes, Eve stashed her bag and turned her back on the pool as she peeled off her outerwear.
“Eve, you’ve been holding out on us. He is divine.” Her friend Mercedes breathed.
Turning and looking towards the end of the pool, she watched Paul, dressed only in the swimming shorts she had bought him, laughing with a large group of men. She did her best to hide her stunned gaze. She hadn’t seen him undressed. The most she’d seen was his legs. She had missed out on a whole lot.
“He is very easy on the eye.” She agreed.
“That’s somewhat of an understatement.” Mercedes breathed. “Does he know how to use that body to its full advantage?”
“He doesn’t lack in any department.” Eve gloated. Now she had to get to Paul before any further questions were asked. Stepping out from under the pergola, she donned her sunglasses and kept one eye on him as she crossed the garden. He was searching for her, his eyes flicking over groups of people. When his gaze landed on her, his lips parted slightly at her appearance then he smiled and made the “Do you want a drink?” gesture. Nodding, she made her way towards him as he made every effort to meet her half way.
Walking with him, Clarke clocked the direction of Paul’s gaze, “Eve has always been a little unconventional with the way she dresses but I have to say, that swimsuit flatters her exceptionally well.”
Paul swallowed, his mouth watering at the sight of her. “Yes it does.”
“It can’t be easy finding clothes when you are plus sized.” Clarke continued.
Paul turned to the other man, “Plus sized? Is that what curves are called now? Give me a curvy woman over a skinny bag of bones any day. Honestly dude, being cushioned by those thighs as you slide inside, nothing quite like it.”
Clarke grinned at his description. “I might have to give that a try.”
“Trust me; you don’t know what you are missing.” He’d reached her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, bending to press a kiss to her cheek. “Wow Eve. Just wow.” He whispered.
She smiled and held back a girlish giggle. Taking a glass of wine from him, she lowered her sunglasses and looked up at him. “I could say the same.” She greeted their host before stepping over to a quieter corner of the vast garden. “Everyone here seems to be under the impression that you and I are......having sex at every available opportunity.”
“That might be my fault. I wasn’t sure what you’d told them about us so just went with the presumptions they already had. I can set it straight if you would prefer.”
Shaking her head, Eve smiled, “No, its fine. I sort of gave them that impression too. I just wanted to make sure we were both saying the same thing.”
“Eve, I’m not stupid. I know this lot will rip us apart if they see a crack in our story.” He shook his head. “Give me more credit; I know how to play people for my own advantage.”
She laughed then, “You most certainly do.”
“Do you fancy a dip in the pool?”
“Oh no, I’m not getting this wet.”
“Do you mind if I do?” He took a step back, towards the edge of the pool.
Eve moved further away from the pool side, the look on his face, the mischievous grin had her thinking that he would find some way to soak her. “Be my guest. I won’t be far away when you’ve finished playing.” Her attempt to keep her costume dry was short lived when Paul made a point of hugging her as he stepped out of the pool. He silenced her protest with a deep kiss that had her knees shaking and her friends applauding.
There was a slight nip in the air by the time they’d eaten lunch and retired to the cabana that had been designated as theirs. Eve had changed into loose fitting trousers and top and settled happily on the bed, drawing the comforter over her as Paul closed the sheer filmy curtains around the bed. He settled in beside her, not usually willing to sleep through the day, the combination of food, alcohol and exercise had slowed him down a little and he figured forty winks wouldn’t hurt.
Resting his head on his bent arm, his other hand found its way beneath her top, stroking the soft skin of her stomach, slowly edging upwards. Her hand covered his, stopping his progress. “What was that?” She asked.
Raising his head and listening, Paul smiled when he heard the unmistakable sounds of the occupants of nearby cabana’s getting it on. “That my dear, is the sound of your friends fucking.” He leaned in, sliding down the bed to press kisses to her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button.
“Don’t they care that everyone can hear?” She whispered.
“Apparently not!” He settled his elbows either side of her torso, his hands resting on her belly, fingers laced. “Does it bother you?”
Shaking her head, Eve reached down and stroked his face. He really was completely gorgeous. “No.” She started. “Would you like to do that?” She asked.
“Like you wouldn’t believe!”
He answered.
Breathing deeply, she continued to look at him, his eyes had taking on an animalistic longing that she’d seen many times before. “Ok.” She answered.
Paul’s breath caught. “Ok?” He asked. “Here?”
“Everyone else seems to be doing it.”
He did something she didn’t expect then. She expected crushing kisses and hands all over her body but he sat up, his hip pressed into hers as he lent over her. “That’s not a good enough reason Eve. I want you to want me and not just because the sound of them getting it on is getting you a little heated.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, bringing her face closer to his. “But I thought it was what you wanted?”
He growled and lowered his body over hers, making her lie back. Taking her hand, he guided it down his body to the place where his erection was making a nice tent out of his shorts. “Of course it’s what I want but not here. Right now, I just want to make you feel good. We can work on the other stuff later, you know, when we have four walls surrounding us and not just curtains.”
“Oh.” She breathed. Her fingers instinctively curled around his hardness and she suddenly had an overwhelming urge to feel him inside her. “I do want you Paul. I want this,” She stroked him over his shorts “Buried deep inside me.”
He lowered his forehead to hers whispering “Fuck” as she continued to stroke him.
“Won’t lack of action dent your Casanova image?”
He barked out a laugh. “We’re going to have some action; I’m going to make you feel so damn good. I’m just not going to fuck you for the first time where everyone can see us.” He slipped from beneath the sheet but leaned close to her “Undo your bra.” He whispered as he picked up the small brass bell beside the bed and gave it a shake. He asked the waiter for water and tissues before turning back to Eve. Sliding his hands beneath her top, he freed her breasts from her bra and bent to tease her nipples briefly before the waiter returned.
As the waiter left, he moved to the end of the bed and quickly divested himself of his shorts before diving under the sheet and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her trousers. Her hands clamped over his and she made to protest but he kissed her stomach and his warm breath lingered as he whispered “Trust me.” Before removing her trousers and underwear.
She lay still as he kissed and caressed his way from her toes to the neatly trimmed junction at the top of her thighs. She opened her legs wider at the slight pressure from his hands and gripped the sheet as he bent his head. She expected him to devour her. His reputation as a voracious lover was clearly misleading. He made her nervous that was for sure. It wasn’t even the knowledge of his vast experience in this particular field; it was the ever present confidence. His self assured “I’m going to make you feel so damn good” How would he know what she liked when she didn’t know it herself?
He kissed and nipped her inner thighs until they were shaking, delaying the inevitable first taste and her reaction to it. She wasn’t stopping him but she wasn’t exactly relaxed either. He slid his forearms under her thighs as he eased them further apart with his shoulders, his hands coming over the top of them, fingers gently opening her as his tongue began to slowly lap at her, going deeper with each stroke. He’d usually use his fingers to open her as she began to relax but as he had no intention of being inside her for the moment, he denied himself that pleasure this time around.
Eve wasn’t wholly on board with oral sex but she had to admit the things he did with his tongue were magical but she already knew that from kissing him. He’d got her addicted quickly to his kisses. She needed to feel his mouth on hers, repeatedly whenever they were together. She knew that sooner or later she would have to succumb to him. She couldn’t afford to lose him and his funding of her father’s company. It wasn’t Paul that was pushing her to take this next step although he had made it perfectly clear that’s what he wanted; it was her Daddy who was offering encouragement to keep the wealthy young man interested in her.
Paul was doing what he did best. His favourite thing in the world was his face buried deep in a woman’s pussy. A responsive woman, one who would fist his hair and ride his face was better but Eve wasn’t doing too badly, or at least her lady parts weren’t. He felt her thighs strain against his hands and shoulders as her back arched. He groaned into her as her body’s natural responses overtook her reserve and she came hard, shaking, trembling and crying out. Her hand finally found its way into his hair as he continued to lick her gently, bringing her down.
She tugged his hair, pulling him from her and couldn’t help it as the giggle escaped her at the look of triumph on his face. He wiped his face with his hand, cleaning off her juices, knowing she wasn’t the type of woman to grab his face and clean herself from it. She turned her face away when he went to kiss her but he rolled with it and kissed down her neck and shoulder instead. She might find kissing him after he’d eaten her distasteful, but she couldn’t hide her flushed cheeks or her body’s reaction to him.
Lowering his weight onto her so she could feel the effect she had on him on the curve of her stomach, he took her hand and eased it between them, pressing it over his erection and telling her to keep the pressure on as he began to move. He was incredibly turned on and in desperate need to come. With the base of his cock pressed against her clit, he was hoping the friction would get her off again too.
Other than keeping her hand over him, he didn’t require any further input from her which gave her the opportunity to watch him. The slight flush on his cheeks was endearing. His breathing was coming in short bursts as he slid his cock between her hand and stomach. His lips were slightly parted as he concentrated on his own orgasm, his eyes unfocussed. Her gaze drifted to his broad shoulders currently straining under his weight then down his defined chest to where he was thrusting beneath her hand. His cock felt hot, the skin covering it silky smooth. He was long and broad and she felt a frisson of excitement when she thought about all that hardness being inside her, belonging to her.
Her body began to tingle again as he moved against her clit. Unconsciously, her free hand found his backside and encouraged him to move harder, faster and she gasped his name as she shuddered through her second orgasm. Opening her eyes, she saw he was biting his bottom lip, his brows drawn together. He pushed her hand away from him and moved her top further up her body as he fisted his cock and brought himself off, spurting hot wads of come over her stomach. Not an entirely uncomfortable feeling, at least not until it began to cool. She watched in fascination as his hand slowed and eventually he released himself, panting hard, his shoulders trembling as she ran her hands up his arms to rest upon them. His eyes were closed, his head slightly bowed as he regained control of his breathing. She didn’t think she’d anything quite as beautiful as Paul at this moment in time.
Swallowing hard, Paul raised his head and, avoiding her gaze, reached for the tissues. He’d needed that but for some reason, right now he felt sort of used. He’d never had that feeling before and he didn’t like it one bit. He was clear on his motivation for wanting to be with Eve. She was pretty and her personality appealed to him but she’d never voiced her attraction to him, not once and her reluctance to be physical with him often woke him in the night as he pondered why she was dating him. Add that to her complete turnaround in her willingness to be intimate in the presence of the Hooray Henry’s she called friends and his suspicions were once again aroused.
He soon forgot his misgivings when the party ramped up into full swing once more. He’d eaten and drunk so much that he knew he’d have to put in a few extra hours at the gym in order to work it off. The sun was just beginning to lighten the sky when the last of the guests headed off to bed. This was the moment he’d been waiting for.
As expected, she was trying to play the shy card but he’d seen the way she reacted to him that afternoon and was gently persistent and got the result he wanted. Considering she’d only had one previous sexual partner, she wasn’t as tight as he�
�d been expecting. She claimed to have come as he drove into her but there was no clenching of her inner walls and he suspected she had faked it. Achieving climax was, for once a struggle for him and he withdrew almost immediately afterwards. He had the overwhelming urge to go and clean up, something he, as a rule tried not to do straight away but he couldn’t help himself.
Filling the sink with warm water and soaking a washcloth, he tried to avoid his reflection but it was no use. Looking into his own eyes, he tried to push down the used feeling that assaulted him again. He didn’t understand it. Women had undoubtedly used him in the past but he’d never been left feeling like this. What the hell was going on? Maybe Suzanne’s engagement had caused his knee jerk reaction of seeking a relationship of his own and he was just making do with Eve. He shook his head. This was clearly something he had to get over. He felt more like himself when he returned to the bed and snuggled in behind her.
Chapter Twenty Three
They settled into a routine. She would stay with him two or three nights a week and that
was when he tried to work on extending her sexual repertoire, he failed at every turn. The only battle he won was having the lights on low as opposed to pitch blackness. She welcomed his advances but it always, without fail, resulted in sex in the missionary position. She absolutely refused to go down on him and was beginning to protest when he wanted to do the same to her. Paul was very quickly becoming bored and frustrated and it didn’t take long before they began to bicker.
Having dropped Eve home on the tail end of a particularly vicious argument, Paul turned his car in the direction of the club. His mood lightened considerably at having the dark leather interior to himself and as he was running early, he decided to have a quick jaunt around town before pulling into the yard behind the club.