Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1) (7 page)

Suzanne stood breathless in
the doorway for quite some time, she liked masterful men and Paul seemed more
than happy to take the lead, unbeknown to her, she had been the key to
unlocking his voracious sexual appetite.

The volleyball game started
out with the girls versus the boys, the boys destroying the girls easily. To
even things up, Suzanne joined Paul on his side of the net, Matt joined his
sister much to Paul’s relief, he had missed a couple of easy shots having been
distracted by Suzanne’s breasts bobbing opposite him as she jumped for the
ball, he really didn’t understand why Matt wasn’t as distracted as he was by
his sister’s friend.

The adults returned while
their young charges were still involved in their game and slowly, one by one,
they drifted over to join in. By the time the game ended, each team had an
inordinate amount of people and had deteriorated from Volley ball to just
trying to get the ball over the net by any means possible amid much laughter.

The following morning dragged
for Paul, he kept glancing at his watch certain the damn thing had stopped. He
took himself for a long swim hoping it would ease his frustration with time
standing still, all that happened was he swam as far as he could before
returning to shore only to discover that not only had he only killed an hour
but now his legs felt like lead. He was hungry but found he couldn’t eat; his
stomach was churning far too much. He ended up helping his Grandfather set up
the fishing equipment on the boat for the trip Jackson had planned the
following day, one which he would have to find an excuse to get out of.

Finally the family showed
signs of going to lunch and subsequently siesta. Paul jogged to the cottage to
unlock it before putting in an appearance at the villa and picking at his
lunch.

Suzanne beat him to the
cottage as he had decided to have a shower to wash off the salt water from his
swim; she was waiting for him in the bedroom already naked and stroking
herself, she giggled when she saw Paul’s hungry gaze travel over her body and
stop at her hand watching her fingers slid into her secret folds.

In the blink of an eye he was
naked and beside her on the bed his fingers joining hers. Laying on his right
side, he moved a little closer nudging her leg with his knee so that she would
rest her leg over his opening her further to him. He slid two fingers inside
her while she toyed with her outer lips and clit, occasionally delving inside
to gather more of her wetness. She began to moan and ride his hand when he
inserted a third finger then a forth her own fingers now flying with amazing
speed bringing her closer to climax.

Paul was dumbstruck, he
hadn’t imagined in a million years that girls masturbated in front of guys
outside of porn films, he had four fingers inside and she was humping his hand
like no tomorrow. He was so incredibly turned on by this girl and her
confidence, not one of his friends would believe him if he told them a girl had
brought herself off in front of him. Too late he realised that the throbbing in
his groin was warning of imminent orgasm, he tensed, held his breath then let
the breath out as he exploded.

“What the fuck?” Suzanne
shouted.

“Shit.” Paul murmured, too
embarrassed to look at her, he glanced down at the part of his body that had
betrayed him. “I’m so sorry.”

She pushed his hand from her
and wriggled away from him and off the bed grabbing a handful of tissues to mop
up the fluid that had hit her side.

“Look at the state of me.”

“I said I’m sorry.” he said
but thinking. “I think you look amazing.”

“What’s up with you? You
weren’t so easy to please yesterday.”

“That was beginners luck and
basically Suzie, if I walk into a room and see you fiddling with yourself it’s
going to get me off ok?”

“You need to learn a little
control” she fumed, then his words hit her “What did you just say?”

“You fiddling with yourself
is going to get me off” he repeated
.
“No, the other bit.”

“Beginners luck.” he mumbled.

“Do not tell me yesterday was
your first time, no, it can’t have been, you are far too good with your mouth
for it to have been your first time.”

“It wasn’t my first time as
far as the oral bit goes but when it comes to actual sex then yes, it was my
first time.” He admitted.

“You should have told me.”

“Would it have made a
difference?”

“No, I’d still have fucked
you, I would’ve just tortured the shit out of you first” she gave him a wicked
grin.

“You did.” he confirmed “Are
you going to let me make this up to you?” he glanced at his watch. “We have time
for a quickie.”

She walked over to the bed
and stood in front of him still sitting on the bed, twining her fingers in his
hair and pulling his face to her breast “Make it good boy.” she told him as she
lowered herself onto him.

They continued this way
throughout the week, meeting up at the cottage then going their separate ways
as siesta ended. It became such a routine that they began to get careless,
forgetting to lock the door after them.

Jackson had charged his son
John with the care of the Housekeepers cottage, telling him to stock it with
food for the arrival of the loyal, long serving member of staff.

John had been puzzled when he
couldn’t find the keys to the cottage but figured his father had probably
opened it up to air and left the keys there. Armed with a large bag of
groceries, John made his way to the cottage not at all surprised to find the
door unlocked. He had arrived home with the shopping just as the rest of the
family went for their afternoon nap and had planned to stock the cupboards and
fridge before going to the villa for his own siesta.

He was stocking the fridge
when he thought he heard a noise, standing still he listened but all he could
hear were the birds singing outside, he went back to his task. No sooner had he
turned back to the fridge when he heard the noise again, this time he knew he
had heard it and that it was coming from inside the cottage. Closing the
fridge, he moved into the living room, empty, then the noise again, a very
distinctive noise, one that John recognised well but who the hell was in here?
His entire family was asleep.

Going to the bedroom, he
peered around the open door, catching sight of his nephew; he grinned and
backed silently out of the room. Going to the kitchen, he grabbed the grocery
bag and left the cottage. From the image he’d seen he figured the two
youngsters wouldn’t be long before they were spent, he decided to wait for his
nephew and took a seat in a secluded corner of the small garden that afforded
him a clear view of the cottage door.

Sure enough, within ten
minutes, a flushed and dishevelled Suzanne stepped out of the cottage and
quickly made her way towards the villa. John waited for Paul to open the door
before he made his move.

Paul had locked the door and
was sauntering down the path when he saw his Uncle;

“Oh, hi, I was just......”.he
stammered.

 
“Coming
with me.”
John finished for him “Keys please.” he held out his hand and
led his somewhat embarrassed nephew back to the cottage. Once inside and
placing the groceries on the kitchen table, he turned to the boy. “I’ll do the
kitchen, you can change the bed.”

Paul scurried to do his
Uncle’s bidding knowing he’d been caught and wondering as he stripped the bed
what would happen now. With the dirty bed linen bundled in his arms, he
rejoined John in the kitchen and stuffed the linen in the now empty grocery
bags.

“You have good taste.” his
Uncle started “Suzanne’s a stunner, bit risky playing this close to home though
don’t you think?”

“Yeah, Tessa will flip if she
ever finds out but I can’t help myself, there’s just something about her that
draws me in.” Paul mumbled.

“Don’t be embarrassed mate,
it’s a perfectly natural thing. How long did you think you’d get away with
using this place though? Very, very risky, anyone could have walked
in,
you were lucky it was me and that I’m the perfect open
minded Uncle.” John laughed “Your face was a picture when you realised you’d
been rumbled.”

Paul relaxed and laughed with
his Uncle “I thought you were going to go nuts.”

“Hey, I have a different girl
on my arm every time you see me, who am I to lecture anyone about what they do
and who they do it with, we can’t help it, it’s our Latin blood, you really are
a chip off the old block.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Come on, we’d better get
this dirty laundry back to the villa and washed before anyone starts asking why
it needed washing in the first place.”

“Thanks John, for
understanding.” Paul told the older man as he locked the door.

“Not a problem. You are a fool
though, you have the only room at the top of the villa, it used to be mine, I
know from experience that no-one can hear you scream up there.”

“Awesome. Why didn’t I think
of that?”

“I’m guessing you aren’t
doing a lot of thinking with your head right now.” John grinned and ruffled the
boys
hair. “A little tip though, lock your door, I’ve
already seen far too much of you.” he shuddered in mock disgust “Not a sight I
want to see again and definitely one I could do without in my head.”

“You didn’t have to watch.”
Paul countered.

“True. The housekeeper will
be here in the morning so the cottage is out of bounds from now on ok?”

“Yeah.
You er, won’t tell anyone will you?”

“And risk arguments and
repercussions?
God no.
Plus, if your Dad decided to
wade in and tear a strip off you, I think I’d have to deck him.”

“Now that
I’d like to see.”
Paul commented.

“It’s not my place to do it
Paul. I can see him pushing you too far one day; you’ll get your chance.”

“I hope so. He only treats me
this way because I don’t look like him, it’s so pathetic.”

“If he looked a little closer
he’d see that you do look remarkably like him you just have our colouring.
Paul, you can come to me at any time if you need to talk or need help with
anything, you do know that right?”

“I know, you and Gramps and
Gran have been great, I love spending time with you. It’s almost worth pissing
Dad off so that I get banished to Gran’s.”

“Almost?
Ah, you miss your Mum?”

“I do, that’s kinda pathetic
too.”

“Not at
all.
I don’t know what I would do
without my Mum even at my age. How are you going to manage at boarding school?”

Paul smiled “I don’t plan on
being there very long.”

“Michael will go ballistic if
you get kicked out.”

“Don’t care, I’m not ready to
stay away from home, I recognise that, I don’t see why he can’t. I’m going to
do everything I can to get expelled from that place but I don’t want to think
about it now, I have another three weeks of sun and sand to enjoy.”

“Not to mention the lovely
Suzanne.”

“Your right, not to mention
her this
close to the house.” Paul warned.

“Your secret is safe with me
young Casanova.” John laughed.

The clandestine meetings were
moved to Paul’s bedroom from the very next day thus further allowing Paul to
experiment and learn what would turn into considerable self control. He would
leave the more experienced Suzanne panting at the end of each session as he
stepped into the shower and she dressed and left.

Suzanne watched as Paul slid
from the bed and walked naked to the shower. His skin had turned a deep brown
except for the part where his trunks had been which always made her chuckle.
Deciding that she hadn’t quite had enough, she followed him through to his
bathroom and stood silently watching as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair,
the lather cascading down his firm young body, before he had a chance to reach
for the shower gel, she stepped into the shower and with one hand in the centre
of his chest, pushed him back against the tiles and moved in to kiss him.

As expected, he responded to
her, grabbing a fistful of her long blond hair, he pulled her back under the
jets of water, soaking her then pulled her into his arms, kissing her roughly
before turning her away from him and telling her to bend over.

Bracing her hands on the
tiled wall in front of her and spreading her legs a little wider she waited for
him to come to her. She felt the warm water falling on her back move to her
bottom then heard the jets become more vigorous as Paul changed the setting,
the next thing she knew, the warm water on the most powerful setting was
between her legs, Paul’s fingers holding her lips apart and positioning it on
her clitoris.

Paul saw the shudder travel
all the way down her spine, she had her head thrown back and was gasping and
groaning, he reached forward and grabbed her right hand, bringing it back to
hold the shower head in position as he bent his knees and powered into her
revelling in the tightness of her and the slickness her orgasm added to his
motion.