Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1)

by Day, Michelle

  “No. Stop.” She pushed him away. “We’ve been through this.” She told him, hands on hips.

  “You don’t get it do you?” He asked, he kept the distance between them “This isn’t some silly school boy crush I have on you. I’m in love with you, I’ve tried to ignore how I feel but I can’t.”

  “Can’t or won’t?” She asked.

  “Won’t,” he admitted “I want to be with you and you can’t keep denying that you feel anything for me, if you didn’t, you would have sent me packing long ago, you like having me around.” he accused.

  “Yes, I do.” She was flabbergasted that she had spoken those words out loud, now she had to explain herself “I do like having you around and yes, I am attracted to you but I’m still your teacher and I still can’t do this.”

  “I’m not at school anymore, I’m just some guy.”

  “Until you get your certificates in September, I’m your teacher.” She protested but she didn’t remove her hand from his.

  “Then teach me,” he challenged “Teach me everything you like doing and how to do it” a quick tug and she was in his arms again.

  “Not out here,” she breathed against his lips “Inside.” She ordered, all reasoning behind her now, she dragged him into the kitchen “take your shorts off.” She ordered, not wishing to let him dominate her as he had done previously.

  Watching as he wasted no time in slipping out of his trainers and pulling his shorts down, she sat back on the table and began a slow strip tease “You want me to teach you little boy?” she asked, he nodded, unable to speak “I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” she said and saw him hesitate “The only way this is going to work is if you do what you are told.” She sat forward, grasped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss before pushing him back and purring “Now grab hold of your dick and stroke it until I tell you to stop,” she watched him, his right hand slowly stroking his hard flesh as she untied and unbuttoned her blouse, his eyes watching every move, her hands flicking open the catch of her bra and letting it fall followed by her fingers teasing her nipples until they were hard, bending her head, stretching her tongue to flick at the hardened nub. His left hand touched the soft skin of her breast “No touching.” She said, softly slapping his hand away.

  She hopped down from the table, pressing her naked breasts to his chest while one hand covered his and squeezed it tighter against his organ the other unbuttoned her shorts and she wriggled against him as she shimmied out of them before sitting back on the table and suggestively parting her legs, letting her hands trail to her secret place, bringing forth an unstemmed flow of desire, he groaned as she began to play with herself, all the while watching his face, seeing the change from mere arousal through to passion then lust, treading the fine line between teasing and torture as she screamed her way through her first orgasm.

  Carmen beckoned him closer, positioning him between her legs, the head of his cock just resting on her lips “Keep stroking yourself, don’t fuck me just yet, just slip the head inside a few times.” She told him, returning her fingers to her clit bringing herself off again as his hand flew along the length of his shaft while just the tip of him rocked inside her. As her third orgasm built to a crescendo, she shouted at him to fuck her, he didn’t need telling twice, with a huge thrust of his hips he was inside her, bucking hard, growling with each breath, fighting for control, finally admitting that he had willingly handed it to her as he covered her and pumped harder.

  Lacing her fingers into his hair, she pulled his head up as he rested on her shoulder, swiftly, she kissed him;

  “Go and get cleaned up and we’ll try this again.” She told him.

  “Upstairs?” He asked, she nodded, shoving him away from her and towards the door.

  Standing in the shower, Paul’s head was reeling with what had just happened, he’d expected a little more protestation, anger even, not the complete turnaround that had just happened, never in a million years had he imagined the firecracker that had given him orders. Thinking about that too, he wasn’t sure he liked being dominated, up until now he had been the dominant party with everyone he had managed to sleep with, he smiled, perhaps once or twice he had let Suzanne take over but that had been more by mutual consent than anything to do with a power struggle. He sighed as he washed the soap from his body, for now, he would play along and let her have her way, knowing that if she pushed him too far he had the physical strength to stop her and assert his authority.

  She was waiting for him when he stepped out of the bathroom, determination fixed on her face as she told him to lose the towel seconds before her mouth was on him again taking control as she pushed him back on the bed and covered him swiftly, riding him hard, leaving him drained.

  Snuggling into his side, she revelled in the feel of his large warm hand resting on her hip, who’d have thought he could take direction so well? Thinking about it made her want more and she let her hand trail down his body, figuring that since she was going to hell anyway, she may as well go in style.

  “Carmen.” He smiled into the dimly lit room as his hand grasped hers. “Not again.”

  “Yes, again.” She kissed his chest.

  “I should make a move.” He sat up “I need to check in with my Aunt before she checks in with me.”

  “You’ll be back tomorrow.” She told him, not asking the question.

  “I’ll be back tomorrow” He confirmed. He spent the remainder of the evening with Kay and Hayley, eating his evening meal with them before Kay dropped him home.

  “Will you be ok here on your own?” Kay asked as she pulled up outside the house

  “I’ll be fine. I’m so tired, I’m just going to go to bed” he told her.

  Carmen was waiting for him when he let himself in via the back garden the following day, she had lunch laid out on the garden table and told him to sit with her and have something to eat.

  “We have to talk.” She said as he tucked into lunch.

  “Came to your senses overnight did you?” He asked.

  She snorted “I wish,” and shook her head “There needs to be some ground rules to our sordid relationship,” she started “Firstly, no one can know about us.”

  “Matt knows.” Paul stopped her “He saw what I did to you in class so it’s a no brainer that he knows.”

  “Fine, just make sure he’s the only one who does know. We can never been seen together, we won’t be able to go out anywhere, I can hardly take you into a pub for a nice sociable drink now can I?”

  “I can get served in pubs.” He mused.

  “That’s beside the point Paul, what we are doing is wrong and will need to remain behind closed doors. I’m a teacher, you are a minor.”

  “The fact that it’s wrong just makes it more exciting. I have no problem keeping it within these four walls” he smiled then and watched the tension leave her. “Now, is there anything you want me to do in the garden today or do you just want me to do you?”

  By the time Paul’s family returned from Spain, his relationship with Carmen was in full swing. He quickly learned that she preferred to jump on him when he had been working and was sweaty and dirty. She quickly learned that he preferred her in dresses or skirts to trousers or shorts and that it was harder to turn him on when he was occupied. Carmen was pleased with the way he listened to her and followed her direction as she taught him new things but once or twice she had given him a sharp order and been on the end of his whiplash like tongue as he protested, dressed and left, on those occasions, he would take days to calm down before returning to her and trying again.

  During one particularly long and sticky afternoon, Carmen snapped at him as he penetrated her, telling him in no uncertain terms that the angle he had his hips at was not what she’d told him to do, she saw the flash of anger in his eyes as he complied but it was soon forgotten as she began to climax, reaching out and digging her nails firmly into the flesh that covered his ribs.

  Paul gasped in pain and decided that enoug
h was enough. Slipping half way out of her and supporting his weight on his hands while he shifted position, he pinned her thighs beneath him with his knees before grasping her hands and pinning them over her head with his.

  Stretched out on top of her, knowing his weight would eventually hurt her, he leaned closer to her as she glared at him. “No.” He growled.

  “Get off me.” She tried to struggle, for the first time realising that he was heavier, bigger and stronger than her.

  “No,” he repeated “Do not scratch me again, I’ve told you before, I don’t like it, I don’t like pain,”

  “Ok.” She agreed.

  “While I have your attention,” he shifted one of his knees, making himself more comfortable but causing her to gasp as his weight pinched her skin “You aren’t to boss me around anymore, I don’t like that either.”

  “You asked me to teach you.” She accused.

  “Yes,” he agreed “Teach me, not tell me, there’s a difference. You seem set on commanding my every move, that’s not how this works and it stops now.”

  “Fine, you stay at the level you are now.”

  “You aren’t in a position to argue,” he countered “I want to learn Carmen, I don’t like to be told like I’m a kid, if I’m doing it wrong, let me know, there have to be more subtle ways than snapping at me.”

  “Ok, I’m sorry. Now, could you please get off me, your knees are hurting me.”

  He eased his knees from her thighs and released her hands but instead of backing off, he grasped the back of her knees and spread her legs wide, raising her hips to meet his, using the strength of his arms to raise and lower her hips for his pleasure.

  She watched him as he manipulated her body to satisfy his needs, there was no hint of malice in his actions and she loved the way his biceps and chest muscles flexed and relaxed when he moved her onto him.

  Matt’s return home also signified the homecoming of most of their friends and party season ensued before the return to school and sixth form for Matt and college or work for their friends. Even though Paul and Matt’s girlfriend Hayley didn’t exactly see eye to eye, she always made sure to invite him to parties and he had to admit that she had some excellent contacts and that summer the Jensen twins attended some extremely hedonistic parties.

  Carmen was secretly pleased with the way her relationship with Paul was going, she liked to watch his comprehension as the things she would do to him would bring pleasure but it seemed the more she pleased him, the more he wanted and he was becoming confrontational and demanding, something she would have to curb. When Matt returned from Spain, Paul and Carmen began arguing when he would announce that he wouldn’t see her for most of the weekend as he would be out with his brother at parties or hanging out with friends in their gardens and swimming pools. Paul would turn up at her house on Sunday’s, tired, hung over and evasive about what had happened at the parties he had attended.

  “Did you have a good time?” she asked looking over at him.

  Paul, stretched out on a sun bed beside her, dark shades covering his eyes, smiled lazily “I think so,” he replied “I don’t remember a lot of it.”

  “What’s the point of going to all of these parties if you don’t remember them?” She asked.

  “It’s a laugh and a good chance to catch up with friends,” he waved a dismissive hand at her “I’m tired.” He announced.

  “So who else is at these parties?”

  “Oh, you know, the usual guys, some of the girls from school, Matt and his skank girlfriend.”

  “I’ll bet the girls from school are pleased to see you.” She pressed.

  “Dunno,” he sighed “I don’t take a lot of notice.” He knew where this was heading.

  “I think you should ease off on the partying for a bit, all you seem to do is get drunk with those girls then spend Sunday recovering here.”

  “I don’t get drunk with girls, I get drunk with my friends, and it’s what partying is all about. What’s up with you? Jealous?”

  “You forget that I’ve seen you around the girls you are partying with, I’ve seen you around school, your tongue was down the throat of a different girl every time I saw you, you only need to smile at a girl to have her falling at your feet.”

  “Hold on,” Paul sat up and removed his shades, squinting against his headache and the bright sun light. “Do you seriously think I go to these parties just to get laid? I don’t need to be with any of those girls anymore, I have you, I want to be with you but equally, I like to kick back and relax with my friends, come September most of them will be going to college and I won’t see them again until Christmas so how about you just chill over me going to parties and make the most of the time I’m here?”

  “I know you, you can’t help but flirt, you like to spread yourself around, I don’t believe it when you say you aren’t sleeping with these girls. What exactly is there to stop you?”

  “There isn’t anything to stop me.” He agreed “Apart from the fact that I’ve realised sex with them is a brief in and out, over and done, whereas with you it’s mind blowing, why would I want to ruin the chance of being with you by having a five minute bang with one of them?”

  “Everything that comes out of your mouth is bullshit,” she hissed “You criticize me when I try to teach you new things....” she started.

  “That’s because you’ve stopped teaching and started giving me orders,” he cut her off and jumped to his feet “I get enough of being told what to do from my old man; I don’t need it when I come here as well. I think the age gap is beginning to show and perhaps we shouldn’t see so much of each other.” He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. “You need to learn to trust me.” Was his parting shot.

  Paul returned five days later only to announce that he would be attending yet another party that Saturday night and he would, if she preferred, spend the night at her house rather than going home to prove that he wasn’t sleeping around. He offered no apology for storming out and not contacting her earlier.

  Carmen was still angry with him and refused to answer any of his questions but she had missed him and made no move to ask him to leave, she moved around him as she carried out her house work only protesting when he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, holding her fast against him, her protests being silenced by his persistent mouth and hands as he lifted her and laid her on the living room floor, she responded by digging her nails into his flesh, ignoring his protests but smiling every time he complained, she abruptly told him to shut up, she was making the point that she was in control of this relationship and marking his body in case he decided to cheat on her therefore making the other party well aware that he wasn’t entirely single.

  He stayed with her until the early hours of the morning only to receive a stern reprimand from Monica on his return home, he just managed to talk himself out of a weekend grounding by turning on the charm and when that failed, begging his mother not to tell Michael of his late arrival home and pleading her to let him attend the party the following night at the same time as informing her that he and Matt would be staying out Saturday night.

  Carmen was surprised when she heard Paul’s knock on her door shortly after one in the morning the following day she had thought he would have been home much later than that. Opening the door, she was dismayed to find him leaning on her porch, supporting the weight of his brother.

  “What is he doing here?” She asked as Paul hauled an inebriated Matt into the house.

  “He’ll have to stay here if that’s ok, he can’t go home without me and he’s far too drunk to stay at the party alone.” he replied, stifling a hic cup.

  “You’re drunk.” She stated.

  “Oh yeah.” He grinned.

  “Gonna be sick.” Matt mumbled.

  “Quick, get him in the kitchen.” Carmen moved out of the way in time for Paul to shuffle his brother into the kitchen. Matt didn’t make it to the sink.

  “Ah, gross.” Paul dropped Matt in the closes
t chair and backed away.

  “Help me clean this up.” Carmen shot at Paul.

  “Can’t. Puke makes me want to add to it.” He covered his mouth with his hand, standing as far away from the mess as possible without actually leaving the kitchen.

  Carmen scowled at him but grabbed a bucket and sponge and cleaning up the mess. She had to stop several times as Matt staggered to the sink and continued to vomit. Looking to Paul for support, she realised that he had disappeared. She found him passed out across her bed still fully clothed.

  Returning to the kitchen, she found Matt once again hanging over the sink, his stomach now empty, he was dry heaving in-between apologies not only for his sickness but also for his presence.

  “It’s ok Matt.” She told him as she made herself a cup of tea and handed him a glass of water. “Once you are sure you’ve stopped puking, I’ll show you to the spare room.”

  “Thanks.” Matt sipped his water “Paul thinks the world of you although I doubt he’ll ever tell you that.”

  “Does he really? Did he tell you that?”

  “Not in so many words but on the odd occasion he utters your name at home he can’t help smiling and his whole demeanour changes when he talks about you.”

  “I didn’t realise he liked me that much.” She smiled.

  Matt nodded “Even if he didn’t talk about you, the fact that he spends so much time here speaks for itself, he usually just gets what he wants then leaves and forgets about the girl he’s been with and he rarely goes back for seconds.” He finished.

  It was a little while later that Matt assured her he was no longer going to vomit and she escorted him to her spare bedroom before closing the door on her own. Paul, now flat on his back, stirred when she walked her fingers up his torso over his shirt and placed a kiss on his slightly parted lips, her fingers easing the buttons open on his dark blue shirt.