Prodigal Son (Jensen Family Series)

by Michelle Day

  Suzanne kept gasping “Harder.” at him and slamming her hips up to his.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” he whispered.

  “On your back.” she ordered, she was overly aroused now, she had come once and wanted to again, she wasted no time in straddling him as he turned onto his back digging her fingers into his chest, she began to ride him in earnest delighting in the size of him and how deep inside he was.

  Paul watched as this petite blond lowered herself onto him, he watched as he disappeared inside her, had he known sex felt this good, he would have done it long before now. Suzanne was riding him like she was in a rodeo, he felt her juices on his stomach and running between his legs as she brought herself to orgasm twice before he’d even gathered his thoughts, he reached up to roll her erect nipples between his fingers then gently but firmly pulled her down to him so that he could once more pull the delicious orbs into his mouth.

  She came again as he gently bit down on her nipple, her whole body shaking, her vagina having spasms around his penis, his hands left her breasts to grab her hips as he too reached a long awaited orgasm. Suzanne collapsed onto his chest, they were both breathing heavily. She snuggled closer into him as he wrapped his arms around her wanting to stay this way. She raised her head to kiss him;

  “When does the house keeper arrive?” she asked.

  “She’ll be here by the end of the week.”

  “Cool, same time tomorrow then?”

  Paul nodded but in his head he was shouting and punching the air “Score, I didn’t mess up, she wants to do it again.”

  Paul encouraged Suzanne to leave the cottage before him to make it less obvious to Matt and Tessa that they had spent the siesta together; it also gave him time to gloat over his performance.

  Locking the cottage and dropping the keys into his pocket, he found he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face; he was a very happy boy.

  Matt was setting up the volley ball net when he reached the beach. Paul gave his brother a hand then went to find the ball from the stores under the villa. Suzanne saw Paul disappear under the house and joined him on the pretence of helping to find the ball.

  “Can’t get enough?” he grinned.

  “You weren’t that good.” she mocked “I just wanted to get a couple of things straight.” she continued “Tessa doesn’t find out about us and just so you know, we aren’t dating, you are far too young.”

  “I’m too young to date but not to fuck?” he asked “That’s rich but ok, I’ll go along with that, I’m all for Tessa not finding out. So, this means I can chat up some of those stunning brunettes that swan around the beach?”

  “Yes, so can I, in case you hadn’t noticed, this entire place is filled with tall, dark, handsome men, just my type.”

  “Ok, don’t you go getting jealous though.” he threw the volley ball at her and stepped towards her his arm whipping around her waist before she could back away, his lips planting themselves on her lips “Just leave yourself with enough energy for me.” he whispered in her ear before leaving the store room.

  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.

  Chapter Three

  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 s
iesta 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.

  During the day Paul and Suzanne took great pleasure in antagonising each other. She would surround herself with handsome young men laughing and flirting outrageously whenever Paul’s gaze ventured i
n her direction. He would do the same, pushing it further by kissing and outright groping the local girls causing them to squeal and vie harder for his attention.

  Monica had asked her sons to walk into town for a few bits; both boys were more than happy to do so, taking the circuitous route along the beach. They hadn’t gone far when they were joined by the two girls they had spent the previous evening with, petite curvy Maria had a short bob haircut and a innocently sweet smile, she greeted Matt with a knowing grin causing Paul to chuckle as his brother had told him in graphic detail what he had done with the girl last night. Taller and with most impressive breasts, Catalina had attached herself to Paul and while he enjoyed her company, she hadn’t managed to arouse him in the same way Suzanne could just yet but he’d kissed her and they had had more than an over the clothes fumble on the way back from town last night.

  Suzanne had decided to walk into town with the boys as Tessa was busy helping her mother and she was just getting in the way, she strolled after them, walking at the waters edge looking all the time for shells and stones. Glancing up, she saw Paul and Matt talking to two positively stunning local girls; she speeded up and slipped her arms through theirs as she reached them putting her self between the two boys. Paul had been about to pull Catalina into a kiss when Suzanne’s cool hand slid onto his arm, her familiar touch and the way his skin responded to it suddenly had him irked.

  “Hi boys, mind if I come with you?” she asked.

  “Sure.” Matt replied.

  “Actually.” Paul answered, “We’re a little busy, maybe you should go back to the villa”

  “I’m fine here” she replied frowning at him “You’re mum said I should hurry you along. You’d better say goodbye to the girls so we can get a move on.”

  Paul extracted his arm from hers and mumbled something to Catalina, then he bent and picked Suzanne up, marched waist deep into the water and unceremoniously dumped her in the sea. As she came spluttering to her feet, he leant over her and growled.