6 comments/ 31257 views/ 13 favorites Envy Ch. 01 By: ChaosChild89 His face was met with a sudden sting, making his head jerk to the side forcefully. There would be an angry red mark on his cheek, he knew it and he knew in the back of his mind, he deserved the smack, but it didn't make the situation any better. "Fuck you, Paul." The woman in front of him gritted trough her teeth, angrily. "Don't you ever-" He drew his brows together, shoving her against the wall, "What?" he growled, gripping her wrists tightly and pinning them above her head, "Don't tell it how it is?" "Get the fuck off me." "No. You want to say shit like that to me, but you can't take it." Paul's voice was dangerously low, "Such a hypocritical bitch, Lindsey." he cursed. She rolled her eyes, sighing heavily, "Five syllables." she mused, glaring into Paul's deep eyes, challenging him, "Good work, dear." she spat, "Maybe you're not as much of a dumbass as I thought." Paul grunted, tearing at the buttons of Lindsey's shirt, forcing it open, "Yeah, well, you're still a fucking whore." Lindsey glared at him, trying to push his body off hers, "Get off me, Paul." she demanded, "I'm not fucking around with anyone else. I'm done with trying to fucking justify myself to you." she continued to buck and squirm under him, trying to get away from his warm hand as it grabbed and rubbed her soft skin. The sweet feeling was a hard one to push away. His touches were addictive. "You're always with him." Paul's free hand cupped her breast roughly though her lace bra, as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, biting and licking the flash there, his pelvis roughly pushing against hers, forcing his erection upon her. He vaguely heard a soft moan erupting from her lips, letting him know that she was enjoying all this, no matter how much she fought him. He would never really hurt her. Lindsey bit his shoulder roughly, slightly drawing blood, "He's my best friend, you idiot!" she yelled, kicking his shin. With a heavy growl, Paul slid his hands under her knees and lifted her up, pinning Lindsey against the wall roughly, his erection pressing against her center. "Yeah, that's why he's always pawing at you." Paul spat sarcastically, dragging his nails up her sides deeply. Lindsey hissed in pain, arching her back slightly, in attempt to get away. "Paul, Ralph's-" Lindsey began softly. "Shut up!" Paul growled fiercely, grabbing her from the wall and slamming her onto the bed. He didn't need -he didn't want to hear her talking anymore. He tore her clothes off, fabric flying in every direction, while his lips, tongue and teeth searched her body, making her whimper and ache for more. Every once in a while, he would curse at her, calling her a dirty whore and a slut, not caring when she pulled at his hair and bit at him viciously. He needed her to understand that she was his and only his. His Lindsey. His beautiful Lindsey. He took a brief moment to look down at the panting woman beneath him. Her long golden locks spread out against the black cotton sheets seductively pleading to be tugged on and ran though. Pale blue eyes, clouded over with lust and anger all at once peered up at him, boring into his dark ones. She was a goddess, and she knew it. He knew it. Everyone did. Her sun kissed skin was lightly marred with scratch and bite marks. Marks that he knew that would haunt him in the morning, but tonight, he didn't give a fuck. He would make up for it later, but for now, she needed to understand who she belonged to and who she didn't. They had been together for three years now, and Paul wasn't about to let one stupid douche bag get in that way of his paradise called Lindsey Jones. They lived and breathed each other, and fucking Ralph Forrester has been there every step of they way. That day was Paul's breaking point. Ralph needed to get out of their life for fucking ever. Paul slid a hand up her inner thigh and trailed a finger up her wet slit, making her purr and coo with delight. "Such a dirty little whore you are, Lindsey." he murmured, dipping a finger inside her core. "Oh god." she gasped, bucking her hips slightly. She was always so responsive to his touches. He loved it. Loved her. He was her first. He took her first. Kissed her first. Held her first and made her scream first. Paul had many women before her and knew what he was doing, and she was an eager and quick learner. He couldn't help but compare her to all the others. She was the only one to make him shudder and moan like she could. She was the only one he let kiss him on the mouth. And she was the only one to deceive him like this. By now they were laying there naked, rubbing against each other while his fingers drove into her hot core roughly, and demanding an orgasm. Forcing pleasure throughout her body and enticing her senses to surrender. Finally after much teasing and ordering her to beg for it, he slid into her, earning a low moan from deep within her small frame. Goosebumps formed on her skin, as she shivered for him, always so responsive to his every move. Whenever he first entered her tight body, it was always slow and sensual; mainly because he loved watching her shiver and moan like that. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly and went to kiss his parted lips, but he turned his head away from her, and sighed heavily, ignoring her hurt expression. Biting the inside of his cheek, he pinning her arms to her sides roughly and started pounding away at her body, taking her deep and hard, again cursing at her and making her scream. But he would never hurt her. She knew this. No matter how angry he was at her, he would never. "You're mine." Paul growled, pushing into her body viciously. "Fucking mine." He bent his head down and sucked at the sensitive flesh in the crook of her neck, getting what he was looking for. She shook with ecstasy and moaned louder, trying desperately to fall over that delicious cliff. Lindsey tightened her muscles around his thick girth and bucked her hips as best as she could, panting heavily. A thin sheen of sweat covered their bodies, making them glide over each others skin with ease. Paul let go of Lindsey's arms and held on tightly to her hips, letting her dig her fingers into his hair and yank forcefully at it, as she cried out his name. His fingers dug into her hips and he knew that there would be bruises, and again, they would haunt him in the morning. But again, he didn't give a fuck then. She was his. Her arms, once more, wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him against her, feeling his bare flesh against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, holding on tight as he held deep within her, resting for a few seconds, to compose himself. Her small hands framed his face and turned his head towards her. She looked deeply into his eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth before he turned away again, then pounded into her harder and faster, feeling his climax coming on soon. His hand slipped between them, and he rubbed and twisted her clit, pushing into her roughly. "No, Paul...it's too much. I can't." Lindsey begged, bucking against him madly. She was shaking, tears forming in the corners of her gorgeous eyes. "Too much." she sad again softly, her voice wavering. It had taken him a year, a full year to get her to let go and give into her orgasm. Every once in a while, since then, she said it was too much and she couldn't handle it. Every time he talked her down from the feeling and eased her into orgasmic bliss. This time was different. There was no easing. There were no reassuring words or talking her down from the fear of letting go. He kept rubbing and pinching her clit, pounding into her slick core, glaring into her eyes. Challenging her to let go. He knew she would. She wouldn't be able to stop herself. He would force it out of her, if he had to. She was his. End of story. "Paul...please, I-I can't." Lindsey sobbed, her back arching. By now the tears ran down her face, and her body shook more violently than ever. She was so close. He could tell. He bit her shoulder, "You will." he growled, panting heavily. Resting his lips against her ear, he whispered venomously, "You fucking will, you little slut. You're going to cum all over my cock so hard, and you'll scream my name. My fucking name. Because you belong to me, Lindsey." And she did. With a loud gasp, a dramatic arch of her back and a loud cry erupting from her delicious lips, her orgasm took over her body, while she screamed his name, shaking violently with aftershocks while Paul rammed into her a dozen more times before letting go himself. He sank against her, panting heavily, his heavy breath tickling her neck and ear. "I-I..." Lindsey stammered, gripping Paul's sides tightly. She was gasping for breath, her brows drawn tightly together. "P-Paul...I-" Slowly, Paul rolled next to her side, on his back, pushing his hair out of his face and groaned, "What?" he asked, barely able to think clearly. She sat up gingerly, wincing a little, "Will you let me explain, at least?" she asked. Paul drew his brows together and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath, "What's there to explain? You're obviously-" "Ralph's gay, Paul." Envy Ch. 02 Paul's eyes widened, looking over at his girlfriend. She wrapped the sheet around her small frame and sighed gently, shaking her head. Ralph was gay? Since when did that happen -he really didn't seem like he was gay. And now he just took his girlfriend more roughly than he had ever before because of his damn jealous streak, sure they had rough sex, but that was different. He couldn't control his mouth; the corners turned up slightly, "Ralph's gay?" Lindsey pulled away when he reached out for her, "Don't touch me." she spat, "I told you to never lay your hands on me out of anger, and-" "You fucking slapped me, Linds!" Paul drew his brows together, sitting up, "And how come you didn't tell me? You know I don't like other guys even looking at you anyways!" Lindsey shook her head again, rising from their bed and pulling on a pair of jeans, "Because it wasn't my business to tell, Paul." she sighed, "I know it might be hard for you to believe, but some things, I don't tell you." Paul stood, pulling on his boxers, "Like what? All the guys you fuck behind my back?" he mumbled. Lindsey turned to face him, tears in her eyes, "Stop! Stop accusing me of cheating on you all the time! I'm not cheating on you, so fucking get over yourself!" she gritted through her teeth, "Why are you so suspicious? Are you cheating on me?" "Of course not." Paul defended. "Because it wouldn't be the first time you cheated on someone." Lindsey said quietly, after a few moments. Paul nodded his head, scoffing at his girlfriend. She always knew what to say to make him feel like a piece of shit. Always. She put him in his place when he needed to be put there and that was probably why he loved her so much. But now he watched her dumbly, as she finished dressing and gave him one last look, her blue eyes saddened. "So you're leaving then?" he asked as she pulled her purse strap over her shoulder and started searching for her keys. "Im leaving." Lindsey confirmed. "Are you coming back?" Lindsey looked back at Paul and sighed gently, biting her bottom lip. She walked to Paul and put her small hands on his shoulders, and kissed his jaw gently, "I cant keep riding this rollercoaster, Paul." she whispered, "I cant keep walking on eggshells. I love you, but I just cant." ~*~*~ Paul wasn't sure how many beers he chugged down, but he was definitely sure it was more than he probably should have had. But he didn't give a fuck, Lindsey left him, not he had no one. Back to square one. The bar was kind of packed, and really didn't help his mood, trying to block out other drunken patrons yelling about the game. He shifted on his barstool, taking a big gulp out of his longneck bottle and grunted, pushing hair out of his face. The edges of his vision were getting kind of fuzzy and it looked like he was watching a movie, as he stared at the bartended, mixing drinking and laughing at something one of the patrons said. He was way over his limit -he should have stopped about three beers and a shot of whiskey ago. But again, he didn't give a fuck because the only thing that ever made sense in his life -the only thing he ever cared about or loved, was gone. And it was all his fucking fault. He always accused her of cheating on him, and it was wrong to do that to her, he knew that. He knew that she wouldn't cheat on him, and he wasn't cheating on her, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that Karma is a bitch. Before Lindsey, he wasn't exactly Mr. Fidelity, and had no regard to the theory of a relationship. But when Lindsey came along, all he saw was her. All he needed was her. Then he fucked it up. And how was he suppose to know that Ralph was fucking gay? Lindsey never told him, and Ralph wasn't exactly obviously flaming homosexual. He just wasn't the type of guy you look at, talk to for a little bit and go 'hey, I think he's gay.' but maybe he was obviously gay, and Paul's 'gaydar' was really out of whack because Paul had a tendency to have blinders on when it came to Lindsey and other men. Paul sighed heavily. He hated when his mind ran away with him when he was drunk. "Why so lonely, sailor?" a cool feminine voice purred next to him. Paul's eyebrows rose, looking over to a scantily dressed blond. She had blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. She wasn't as pretty as Lindsey, but still pretty enough to get noticed. "Girlfriend left." he grunted, finishing off his beer. "Aw, poor baby." she cooed lowly in his ear. Paul felt her hand slide across his shoulders, running her fingers lightly through his hair. "I can make it better." she whispered hotly against his ear. Paul didn't know what was coming over him, but he turned on his stool, grabbing the blond by the small of her back and pressed her tightly against him, "You think you can?" he asked, knowing his breath reeked of alcohol, but she obviously didn't give a shit either. "I'm Fiona." she said quietly, resting her hands on his shoulders. "Paul." he replied, slapping some money on the bar for the bartender, then stood on his feet, swaying slightly. He shouldn't have gotten up so fast. "Wanna 'et outta 'ere?" he slurred slightly, blinking a few times to clear his vision. Fiona rose her brows, "Are you up to it?" she asked suggestively, licking her lips, "You are awfully cute." Paul made a drunken 'pfft' sound, drawing his brows together sharply, "I'm fuckin up ta' it . You better 'et ready." Fiona giggled annoyingly and slid her hand into his, standing on her tip toes to kiss him. Paul jerked back slightly, shaking his head. "Um..." she was uncomfortable, he could tell. She took away her hand and looked to the floor. "Sorry." Paul grunted, swinging his arm over her shoulder, "I don' kiss on the mouth." Fiona had suggested they go to his place, but he couldn't take a random girl from the bar to his apartment that he shared with Lindsey. He couldn't do that to her. It wouldn't be fair. So they went to her place instead. Normally, Paul would take in his surroundings and see where he was at, but in his drunken state...his drunken and self-pitying asshole state, he didn't care. All he cared about was trying to forget about the past forty-eight hours. Compared to Lindsey, Fiona's hands were impersonal and cold. Sure, the blond knew how to touch and where to grope, but every single second was making him feel dirty. Fiona gripped his shoulders and kissed his throat, licking and sucking while he pressed himself against her hard, groping at her breasts carelessly and cursing under his breath. She was moaning and shivering, although he couldn't tell from what. He wasn't exactly giving it his best, and on top of that, her moans were sounding an awfully like the cheesy porno's from the eighties. Paul sighed heavily, tugging at Fiona's shirt, and tossing it somewhere on the floor, then her short skirt, so she was only left in her undergarments. She had a good body, but again, he couldn't help but compare it to Lindsey's. Paul grunted, tugging Fiona's thong off and started working his way down from her breasts to her legs with his mouth, sloppily. Fuck Lindsey. She always wanted so much from him, and no matter what he did, it wasn't good enough. As Paul feasted, making Fiona arch her back and dig her fingers heavily into his hair, he willed himself not to think of Lindsey anymore, and focus on getting laid. He couldn't help but notice that this blond had definitely been around a few times, considering she wasn't as tight as Lindsey, when he slipped his fingers inside her wet channel. Fuck. There, again, she was invading his mind. "Oh god, please fuck me!" Fiona cried, clawing obnoxiously at his back. Paul nodded, now in what he could only describe as some kind of weird, trancelike state. Everything was so surreal. It couldn't be happening. Were he and Lindsey still together? Was he about to cheat on the only person that ever meant anything to him? Paul panted heavily, but it wasn't from Fiona deep throating him like a champ at the moment. He looked down, grabbing a handful of her hair, and grunted. Okay, so maybe it was a little from that. This girl could blow. God, any longer and he was going to spill all down her dirty little throat. Paul couldn't help but smirk, taking control of her movements with his hand. He fucked her mouth slow and deep, giving her a little more than she could take, but oh well. Fiona groaned around his cock and gripped at his hips, happily accepting him down her throat. Paul had to admit, she really was a champ -he wasn't exactly your average size guy, when it came to his cock- he was thick and long, and damn fucking proud. Everything was a blur. One moment, the girl had her filthy lips wrapped around his cock, the next, she pushed him on his back and straddled him, running her nails up and down his chest and abdomen. Fiona rubbed her slick core against his erection and chuckled seductively when Paul responded, bucking his hips up against her more. But it was only when Fiona took his member in her hand, then got ready to slide down onto him, when he froze and gripped her hips tightly. All he could see right then were pale blue eyes. His Lindsey's pale blue eyes filled with tears when she left that morning. She said that she couldn't do it anymore. He fucked up. He fucked up royally. And now he was going to let three years go down the toilet like that? Lindsey was the best thing that ever happened to him -she saved him. "I cant." Paul ground out, pushing Fiona away. "What?" she snapped, landing less than gracefully on her bed, "What do you mean, you cant?" she had obviously never been rejected and was very upset. By now, Paul was pulling on his clothes and searching around for his car keys. It wasn't the best idea to drive while he was still a little drunk, but he wasn't thinking about that. The only thing on his mind was getting out of there as fast as he could. His shirt was wrinkled and he couldn't find his belt, and he would have to take a two hour shower to get Fiona's reeking perfume off his body. "I just cant." Paul mumbled, walking out the door. Envy Ch. 03 'Tis The Season It was two weeks until Christmas and Lindsey couldn't have been more excited. She loved Christmas. And every year, two weeks before the holiday, she went out all day and did her Christmas shopping. It was tradition -everyone in her family knew this and so did Paul. So when Lindsey got home with bags upon bags of gifts, and Paul freaked out, she was not only confused, but immediately got on the defense. "Paul, its Christmas! I do this every year!" Lindsey drew her brows together, putting the bags of gifts away in their closet, "I don't know why all of a sudden you're getting worried. I'm not putting us out of our apartment or anything." Paul sighed heavily, sitting on their bed, "It's not that." he groaned, "Its just... now that we're sharing an account now-" "So you think I'm spending your money?" Paul rose his brows, "My money is in there too." he pointed out. Lindsey crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Paul, you were the one who suggested that we move in together. You insisted on paying the rent by yourself. You suggested that we put out accounts together." she sighed, looking down at the floor, "You also told me to stop saying 'your money' and 'my money' because now it was 'our money'." Paul stayed silent, knowing everything she was saying was true. "Yes I did, but baby..." he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "Your budgeting really just... kinda sucks." "My budgeting sucks?" Lindsey countered, storming into the bathroom to wash her face. "How about you and your stupid electronics! You have to have the best TV. The best stereo. The best speakers." she chuckled lightly, rolling her eyes. Paul glared at Lindsey, standing up to follow her into the bathroom. "That's my only vice, Lindsey. I know that -I admit it, okay?" he mumbled, "But you shop, and you get your nails done, and your hair done...and you shop, and shop-" "And I also have a job!" Lindsey defended, drying her face roughly, "I make money too, so why don't you stop with this 'holier than thou' bullshit! I tried to convince you so many times to let me pay for part of the rent, but you always tell me it's under control! Stop making me feel like shit!" Lindsey sighed heavily, leaning back on the bathroom counter. "I'll take everything back." she murmured, biting her bottom lip. "I just can't help it, during Christmas." Paul sighed, grinning and stepped close to his girlfriend, holding her hips, "You don't have to take my present back." he teased. Lindsey glared up at Paul and pushed him away, "You're not making me feel any better, so stop being an asshole. I feel like crap. You always make me feel like crap about money." she sighed, "I know I don't make as much as you do, but I was getting along just fine before you." "Okay, yeah that was stupid to say." Paul admitted, running a hand through his hair, "I just get worried about money...you know how I am." Lindsey turned away, facing the bathroom mirror, and fixed her hair, pulling it up in a ponytail. "You only started getting that way when we combined our accounts." she said softly. Paul pressed himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I hate when you pull your hair up." he sighed, "I like it down." Lindsey caught Paul's eyes in the mirror and smirked, "I know." "Smartass." Paul grunted, kissing her shoulder softly. "Don't take the present's back." he sighed, "It's Christmas." Lindsey turned around in his arms, pulling his head down so she could capture his lips in a soft kiss, humming lightly when he deepened it, tugging her hair out of the ponytail. "I had no intention of bringing anything back" she whispered against his mouth. Paul chuckled, lifting Lindsey up to sit on the counter and moved his finger up her ribs, tickling her. "Really?" he laughed, raising his brows. Lindsey tilted her head back and laughed, wiggling around on the counter, "When do I ever listen to you?" she squealed, "I do what I want!" Paul rolled his eyes, bending down to kiss and lick her neck, still tickling his girlfriend, "You do what I say." he chuckled against her skin, lifting Lindsey's shirt up, over her head, he tossed it behind him. Lindsey managed to get away from Paul, squealing playfully when he grabbed her around the waist, tacking her to their bed, "That's different!" she laughed, cupping his face between her hands, "God, you are so hot, baby." she smiled, saying it as if she just now noticed. Paul glared at Lindsey playfully, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulled her sharply against him, "Aren't you lucky?" he teased, pressing himself against her. "Paul, your parents are going to be here in a little while...I have to make dinner." she reminded him, biting her bottom lip. Paul kissed down her chest, "You can make it when I'm done with you." he said softly, now removing her bra. Lindsey drew her brows together, "I hate when you do that." she grunted, pushing hard as his chest. Paul rolled off Lindsey, and onto his back, where he sighed heavily. "Do what?" he groaned. Lindsey straddled his hips, pinning his arms above his head, "You talk to me, or about me like I'm some sort of possession. I can make dinner when you're done with me?" she asked, pressing her nails into his wrists. "You know what? You can make it when I'm done with you." Paul smirked up at his girlfriend, "I can't cook." "Well you better learn quickly." Lindsey smirked back. "Because I'm not cooking. I'm sure your parents will understand." "I hate when you talk to my mother about our sex life." Paul groaned, trying to sit up. Lindsey pushed him back down. "She's a Sex Therapist!" Lindsey chuckled. "She doesn't care!" "I do." Paul shot back. "Fine." Lindsey bit her bottom lip, "I wont ask her questions anymore...I'm sorry about that. It must be awkward. But who else was I suppose to talk to?" Paul grinned, finally getting up enough to switch Lindsey on her back, so he was hovering over her "Me." he said simply, kissing her lips softly. "I can't talk to you about...you." Lindsey chuckled, "And your mother knows everything about sex. Everything. And I was new to it..." Paul groaned, "Enough talking about my mother. I'm trying to hold an erection here." he pressed himself against her to emphasize his point, while he took one of her nipples into his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth playfully. Lindsey bit her lip, moaning lightly. She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed, closing her eyes as Paul teased her breasts, he always knew how to touch her. "Not fair." she gasped, arching her back. "You always are on top." Paul licked down her abdomen slowly, taking his time as he slid down Lindsey's skirt, "You like when I'm on top." he reminded her. He licked along her panty line, kissing and nipping at her sensitive flesh there, getting sweet moans from Lindsey's lips as he did so. "You love when I'm on top. You love when I'm pounding into you, pulling your hair and saying awful things to you." he said darkly, then started licking at her hot core through her dampened panties, so close, but not close enough to her flesh there. Lindsey whined softly, pushing at her underwear, "Paul...come one, please." she panted, arching her back. Paul chuckled, scraping his teeth across her panties, "Please, what?" he asked, digging his tongue into her through the wet cotton. Lindsey propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at what Paul was doing, "Fucking take the trash out and clean the bathroom, Paul." she glared at him, "What do you think?" Paul chuckled, his eyes widening slightly, "Someone's feisty tonight." Lindsey sighed heavily and flopped down on her back, clearing her throat, "I hate when you-" "You hate when I do a lot of things, don't you." Paul said quietly. It wasn't a question. Lindsey scrubbed her face with her fingertips and sat up, sliding off the bed and pulled her skirt back on, then grabbed one of his sweatshirts lying on the floor. "No." she sighed. "I have to make dinner." Paul took his shirt off, sighing heavily while he listened to Lindsey in the kitchen, moving around pots and pans. He tossed his shirt into the hamper and looked around their bedroom, running his hands through his hair and scrubbing his scalp roughly. Everything with Lindsey was always hard. A relationship was hard. But he loved her so much, he really did. When was the last time he told her? His stomach dropped a little bit when he remembered what his mother use to tell him about love -your partner needs to know that you love them. She had to know. Of course she had to know. Paul groaned, he was never one to talk about his feelings and all that bullshit. He walked into the kitchen of their small apartment to find Lindsey standing in front of the stove, her shoulders slumped, in a defeated sort of manner, every once in a while, pushing her hair out of her face. She was so beautiful. Paul really didn't deserve her. He knew that. He was an asshole, and she was a good person that really, honestly deserved a good person to be with. "Lindsey?" Paul sighed, standing next to her. She looked up at him quickly, and he noticed her eyes were slightly red -probably from keeping tears down. "What?" she asked softly. Paul took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her, moving to stand behind her. He rested his chin on the top of her head, "I love you." he whispered. "I'm just... I dunno." "Scared?" Lindsey supplied, turning around to wrap her arms around his shoulders, "I love you too, Paul. I love you so much. I'm scared too. It's okay to be." Paul grinned, moving the pot of soup off the burner and lifted Lindsey up onto a part of the kitchen counter where nothing was, "I'll mess what that later." he told her, pointing to the soup. "Paul, you can't just-" Lindsey began, laughing. "I do what I want." Paul reminded Lindsey in a high pitched voice, making her laugh. He reached under Lindsey's skirt, pulling her panties slowly down her legs. "And what I want..." he trailed, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss, sliding his tongue against hers slowly, "Is you." "They're gonna be here at six." Lindsey moaned as Paul slowly slid down to his knees, pulling her jean skirt down on his way. Paul shrugged, "That gives me about an hour." "Ah..." Lindsey sighed, tipping her head back, when Paul spread her lips apart with his fingers, taking one slow lick of her pink flesh he loved so much. "They're always early." she gasped. "Half an hour." Paul nodded, "So leave me be. I'm concentrating." "Don't strain yourself." Lindsey mumbled. Paul chuckled, then dipped his head again, tracing small patterns against her clit with his tongue and sucking at the swollen bundle of nerves softly. Lindsey arched her back and cried out, biting on her lip, her hands immediately reaching backward to grip onto the cabinet door handles. She pushed her hair out of her face and bucked her hips slowly with Paul's pace. He slipped a finger inside her heat, crooking it to hit that sweet spot that always got him the best reactions. Immediately she responded, jerking her hips and gasping for air, trying so hard to control the volume of her voice. He hated when she did that -she always had the hardest time letting herself go. Fortunately Paul was patient when it came to her sexual qualms and had talked to his mother about it -that was an interesting conversation. "Oh god, Paul!" Lindsey gasped, burying a hand in his hair, "I...I" Paul grunted, giving Lindsey's clit one more hard suck before standing up quickly and dropping his pants as fast as he could, sliding his erection into her tight heat slowly and pushed up the sweatshirt she wore, so her breasts were bared to him. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth while he pushed in and out of her body, breathing heavily. He didn't have much time. Lindsey leaned back on the counter, one hand behind her, balancing herself, the other still buried in Paul's hair as he teased her breasts, pumping in and out of her slick channel. She groaned and gasped softly, biting at her lips to keep as quiet as possible. He abandoned Lindsey's breasts and kissed her lips hard, pounding into her body roughly, while he gripped her hips, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix every thrust. She whimpered and gasped with pleasure mixed with slight pain from how rough Paul was with her sometimes -but she loved it, there was no denying it. "I wanna hear you." Paul rasped against her mouth, plunging into her harder. "Fucking scream for me, Lindsey." he breathed. Lindsey tightened her legs around Paul's waist and tightened her inner muscles, letting out a quiet. low moan, "So close." she whispered. Paul bit down on her shoulder, reaching between them and rubbed at her clit with his thumb, "Come for me." he panted heavily. Lindsey bucked madly beneath him, crying out loudly -she wasn't able to keep it in anymore. "Like that...yes, like that..." she chanted breathlessly as Paul changed his angle slightly, still rubbing at her clit. "You like that?" Paul asked, smirking as he pounded into her, nipping at her shoulder, "You won't be able to walk right for days after this, baby." he panted. "Yes...yes..." she continued to chant softly, screwing her eyes shut. Paul pounded into her almost violently now, grunting heavily with every thrust, he removed his hand from working her clit and spread her legs as far as he could, moaning loudly when she scratched her nails down his chest. Lindsey's toes curled, and she tightened her inner muscles more, clamping down on Paul tightly. "Fuck." Paul grunted loudly, reaching back down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it. Lindsey yelled, wrapping her arms around Paul's neck tightly and shook from her orgasm, barely able to catch her breath. Heat spread through her body and she tried to bring her legs to wrap around Paul, but he held them apart, still thrusting into her body. So overwhelmed, Lindsey sobbed out several cries from her orgasm and fought harder to bring her legs together, still shaking. "It's okay." Paul rasped against her ear before falling into his climax as well, buried deep within her. He let her legs go and wrapped his arms tightly around her middle, kissing her collarbone, "Its okay." he repeated, breathlessly. Lindsey panted heavily against Paul, every part of her so sensitive to the touch, "Holy shit." she breathed. Paul chuckled, slowly pulling out of Lindsey's body, making her shiver. "Yeah." he nodded, running his hands up and down her thighs, trying to soothe her muscles. "You gave in." he pointed out, kissing her lips gently, "See how intense it can be if you just give it." Paul kept his voice quiet and helped Lindsey off the counter. "Oh." Lindsey gasped, clinging to Paul. "My legs!" she laughed, "I can't walk." "I'll carry you." Paul grinned, scooping her up in his arms. He carried her to their bedroom and set her down on the comfortable bed, kissing her forehead softly. He pulled on a pair of boxers and black basketball shorts, and found a towel, running it over his head quickly. He would have to shower later, since he didn't have time to right then. "I'll go heat up that soup." Paul said, "You take a shower, or do whatever you need to do." Lindsey nodded sleepily, reaching her arms out to her boyfriend. Paul chuckled, and went to her, softly tacking her to the bed, and covered her mouth with his. Lindsey wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, bringing him flush against her as she kissed him. Their tongues slowly battled for dominance and Lindsey moaned into Paul's mouth when he sucked on her tongue. She tightened her legs around him and smiled against his mouth before biting at his lips, earning a grunt from Paul. "Okay...okay." Paul breathed, pulling away from Lindsey. "As much as I want to do this..." he said, looking at Lindsey's body longingly, "My parents are gonna be here soon." Lindsey nodded, letting Paul go and smirked, "Alright, but as soon as they are gone...prepare yourself. You've got a long night ahead of you." Paul chuckled, bending down to kiss her gently on the lips, lingering there for a few moments as he cupped Lindsey between her legs pressing with his fingers gently. She was still sensitive there from her powerful orgasm, so she gasped and arched her back beneath him, "You've got a long night ahead of you." he grinned. Paul broke away from Lindsey once more, and headed back into the kitchen, putting the soup back on the stove burner, he stirred it a little and sighed, smiling softly to himself when a knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. His mother Gaby Harlow and father, Stephen Harlow, stood in the doorway. Gabby was carrying the roast chicken she said she would bring, a smile gracing her pretty face. Paul noticed she cut her hair to above her shoulders, the auburn locks swaying slightly as she walked to the kitchen, while she placed the chicken on the counter. Paul's father hugged him briefly, and took a seat at the kitchen table with Paul, both men listening to Paul's mother ramble on about her day at the office. "Um...Pauly?" Gabby paused, looking down at the kitchen floor. She bent down and picked up Lindsey's jean skirt and panties that were discarded there earlier. Grinning at her son, she shook her head, "I knew it smelled like sex in here." "Mom!"