Surrender: The Greek Affair Series Book One (12 page)

Hope opens her eyes and sees Jason propped up on his elbow looking at her. She stretches and smiles, “Hi.”

“Hi, did you sleep at all?”

“Yes I did. I seem to be able to sleep with you around. Did you sleep?”

“Oh, slept enough and then I just watched you sleep. You look so relaxed without a care. This is how I want to see you kardoúla mou.”(my little heart)

She snuggles into his chest and he holds her tight. They had fallen asleep without having had a shower and they are still salty and sticky.

“How old are you?” She asks and she shudders before she hears the reply

“Twenty five. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Do you have a girlfriend in civilian life and away from this, in your real life I mean?”

“This is my real life. Everything we do in life is our real life. You are my girlfriend”.

She shivers on hearing this, and it’s making her scared. And yet, it makes her feel loved and cherished at the same time, and she wishes it could go on forever, but she tells herself she will enjoy it for the summer.

This has all happened so fast and she seems to have no control over anything that is going on between them. As much as he told her earlier that he did not want to take away her free will, she seems not to have any free will left over. His eyes, his body, his cock, but most of all, his tenderness and his need for her is making her drop her shields that she always has around her. She’s still in his arms and she asks the question that she is truly afraid to ask.

“What will you be doing in a week’s time, when you get your discharge papers? Oh, and by the way, where do you normally live in civilian life?”

“That’s a lot of questions altogether. The first answer is, I’d like to hang around with you if you’ll have me. The second one is more complex. I was in London for many years, but my home is in Corfu with my grandparents”.

She looks up at him and sees another look that she has not seen before, and he holds her tighter and goes on.

“What will I do? I don’t know yet. It depends. I don’t know what Greece has to offer me with post-graduate degrees from England in computer science and media studies., I would prefer to live here, but I have already had interviews for jobs in the UK. But like I said, we’ll see. At the moment I want to relax, forget all that and be with you,” and with that he takes her mouth and her body and they forget the conversation.

After showering, they are sitting on the veranda, having an afternoon Greek coffee with a delicious spoon sweet. He has put “Snow Patrol’s Chasing Cars” on repeat, (if I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world) and she knows it is meant for her, and she understands very well now that this is not just about sex. He reaches over from his chair and takes her hand without looking at her or saying anything. They continue to look out to the orange setting of the sun behind Mount Athos and listen to the lyrics meant for them.

Hope’s phone rings and she picks up. “
Páme yiá ouzo
?’ (Shall we go for ouzo?), she hears Pétro’s voice and she looks at the time. It’s 6.30 pm, an acceptable time for Ouzo, and she looks at Jason, “Pétro’s asking if we want to go for Ouzo?”

“Let’s go.”

“Which one? Shall we go to the port?”

“Ok”

Back on the phone, “Meet you at the port in 15 minutes.”

Her phone rings again and she sees Giánni’s number and picks up. “Hey there stranger. How are you”?

“Calling me stranger! Anika and I are going down to the port are you in?”

“We were just going there. See you in 15.” She hangs up and looks at Jason, “Are you ok with others joining us?”

Jason looks at Hope, stretches out and runs his fingers over her cheek, “Why would I mind? We’re on a beautiful Greek island and a good paréa (company of friends) is never shunned.” He looks at her with so much tenderness that her throat knots up.

“Oh hell, however am I going to let him go!” Her mind battles as she looks away from him and is aware that her mouth is tightening and turning into a thin line. He rubs her face again and she feels him looking at her. “Hope, look at me, turn around and stop pressing your mouth shut.”

She looks at him and forces a smile. Hope gets up. “Ok, let’s go.

They get up, lock the doors and windows, she picks up her small shoulder handbag, and puts on a pair of flats. Dressing up on the island is so minimal; She’s wearing a dark blue shift with the hemline just above her knees, with shoestring straps. There is enough suntan now, as her natural skin colour is very fair, contrasting with her auburn hair and her hazel eyes.

Jason looks devastatingly handsome, as usual. He has a naturally light olive skin, with the Mediterranean genetic twist, whereby a person can be fair with skin that tans caramel! He is wearing black pants that seem to be linen combined with a black T-shirt and his emerald green eyes are enough to take any woman’s breath away! Hope looks at him and wants to keep him just for herself, a sentiment she cannot actually afford.

He takes her hand to leave. They walk through the cobbled streets holding hands. She tries to extricate her hand from his, but he gives her a death stare, and she knows that the hand holding in public has been sealed.

They arrive at the port and see Pétro at a kiosk, shuffling through magazines and looking like he has, himself, just stepped out of a fashion magazine, dressed in his love for linen -and this evening he looks very dramatic in white. She manages to disengage her hand from Jason, sneak up on Petro and hugs him from the back. He looks around and sees them and with his very funny and cheeky face, he says,

“Oh dear, and I thought it was that gorgeous man I saw walking past earlier.” They all laugh.

“Pétro, we have other friends who’ll be waiting for us.” They meander over to where the
tavérnes
and the
ouzerí
are and see Giánni and Anika. Hope introduces everyone and they arrange themselves around the table.

It’s Saturday and the tables and chairs are filling up fast. It’s noisy, hot…very hot, and the delicious smells are coming from the charcoals cooking the octopus, calamari and the smells from the
tavérnes
. The aromas are of the food being prepared by the onslaught of Saturday nighters, looking to eat well and savour the local food.

The waiter arrives. Orders are placed. And a carafe of Ouzo and some light
mezé, (morsel of food)
the icy water, and a basket with bread and cutlery arrive almost instantaneously. The ouzo is poured into the long, skinny glasses. Some have ice, others have it with water, and others still prefer it straight. By the time they say their fist
“Stin igiá mas”
(to our health) and finish clinking each other’s glasses the
mezé
arrives, charcoal grilled baby octopus with oregano and lemon, a hot small fry pan of prawns in fresh tomatoes and feta cheese sizzling, as it’s just been cooked and a mandatory fresh tomato salad made from fat red tomatoes. Small helpings to sponge up the alcohol and not to appease real hunger. This does not mean that this afternoon’s encounter with ouzo and mezzé cannot turn into a full-blown evening meal.

The evening progresses, the laughter and merriment gets louder with every gulp of ouzo, and Jason can’t take his eyes off Hope. As she’s not much of a drinker, she does not need much to go into the “don’t care” mode, and returns his attention. In all this, Giánni suddenly says to Jason and Hope pointing from one to the other with a finger going back and forth,

“So what’s with you guys? Are you together now?” Normally Hope would shy away from answering, but everything is working against her, the ouzo, the carefree atmosphere and the island in general, seems to be making sure she puts this private part of her out there. Jason grabs her hand and kisses it in front of everyone, and for once, Hope does not give a damn.

Giánni looks at Hope with enquiring eyes.

“So why did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie, Gianni. It was not back then, when you asked, but it is now.”

Anika looks at Hope, “So you’re ok now with the younger man?” And even though she knows this is said in jest, Hope is now embarrassed. She’s aware that Jason can now see her discomfort, so he diverts the conversation on another path, something he is very good at doing.

Hope can see that Petro is eyeing someone at the next table. She knows her friend as well as he knows her. She nudges him and tells him to go for it, and he does. The sparkle in Pétro’s eye is for a very handsome young man sitting with a couple of others at a table close to them. Pétro does not hesitate to go over and talk to them and the next thing is that three more are added to the
paréa
(company of friends).

Greek Island spontaneous friendships are the norm. The evening is turning into an “eat and drink fest”, not just a
mezé
with an ouzo! More food is ordered and a lot more ouzo is consumed, tracking of time is completely lost, (as it happens on an island summer holiday), and night sets in. The company is warm like the air, the food that keeps arriving is more delicious, (maybe because of the increase in ouzo consumption), and the port has become very crowded by now. And so, they keep drinking and eating till very late.

“Ahhh this is paradise. Good friends, old and new, and Jason, how lucky am I?”. Hope tells herself. Every time she turns her head to look at him sitting next to her during the evening, he looks back with something between lust and love in his eyes and he has her heart wanting things she should not want, and she has no right to.

It’s getting late. They have lost track of time, but then who is keeping time? No one. The conversation is turning to where to go next. With this, Jason takes her hand under the table and guides it to his erection and they both know where they are going next.

Decisions have been made. They all decide to go dancing, and Jason and Hope are heading home.

Hope found herself wanting what Jason wanted, her inhibitions went out to sea. He is insatiable and she has to keep up with the want he has for her, and she still doesn’t know if he is this way always, or just with her and she immediately dismisses the thought of him with another woman.

They say goodnight and all go on their separate ways.

Jason and Hope walk down the main street of the town. He has his arm wrapped around her and has her close to him. She looks at him with a pleading glance, as if asking him not to wrap himself around her in public and he bends over, kisses her on the earlobe and whispers,

“If I don’t get you home to fuck you now, I won’t be responsible for what I do in public.” And they quicken their pace.

Hope puts the key in the front door. Jason has already pulled her zip down and as she steps in she lets the dress fall around her feet. She’s left with a strapless bra and panties and she quickly discards her flats. He is eager to disperse with her bra and panties but she moves away and looks at him.

She looks and beckons him to go back, “No, I want to look at you. Strip for me.”

He stands back, looking at her with fire in his eyes, licking his beautiful full lips and she just beckons to him to go backwards with her hand as if to say “move away and look at me.” Her insides are on fire. She has never been on fire like this with just a look. She’s ready for him, but she also wants to savour him with her eyes.

“I’m waiting!” she demands.

And he moves back and starts stripping very slowly, not taking his eyes off her eyes; their eyes are locked as he starts to put on a show for her. He strips in slow erotic movements exposing each tight piece of him; lean muscle all in the right places and she knows she has gone to heaven. (Even though she will not allow herself to own this beautiful human being as she would like to). She just looks at him and feels him inside her soul. He first takes his T-shirt off and she stands there half naked, looking at him, turned on. And she wonders what did she do right to have this creature, even if only for the summer.

He keeps looking into her eyes even while he is bending over, undoing his shoelaces on his converse shoes and he pushes them off his feet. He stands there and she lifts her hand up and tells him to stop, signalling him to lift his arms up. He stops and lifts his arms up half way, as if surrendering, Hope approaches him. Her body only inches away from his, she undoes his belt and his trouser front, all the time staring into his face and not allowing him to touch her. She’s unwrapping her present. She puts her hand in his pants and feels his beautiful ample cock; she gives it a soft caress, moves back and gives him a signal to finish stripping. He takes his trousers off and stands there, giving her a questioning signal with his eyes, as if to ask whether he should take off his underwear, and she nods “yes”, and he takes off his boxer briefs. He is standing there in all his gorgeous naked glory, with his penis hard and ready for her.

She looks at him, biting her bottom lip. “Look only,” she says and he stands there for her, and she knows he is barely holding on, but she also knows that he has total control of his body.

“Tell me when,” he whispers and a few minutes later, “Now!” And he tears into her ripping her panties, and with an expert move, unclips her bra cupping her breasts with his beautiful large hands walking her backwards into the bedroom. She feels the bed at the back of her knees and now she’s lying down. He plies her legs open, and wastes no time before his head is between her thighs and he is licking frantically,

“Touch my clit, please”!

He does and she goes off as if he’d been priming her for hours. Hope is shuddering and moaning and he keeps going until she stops trembling. He’s on top of her, burrowing into her mouth with his tongue in a frenzy, and she allows both of them to mouth fuck each other with their tongues and she can feel his cock teasing her clit. Masturbating her, he arches up and looks into her eyes with his cock still in that position. “Say my name in Greek.”

Hope looks into his gorgeous face, puzzled at his request and she obliges. “Iáson”

“Say it again”.

“Iáson” and with that he rams into her. He moves her up the bed all the time filling her but not stroking his cock inside of her and she’s going crazy, as if she had not just come.