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“Eve,” he called again.

I ignored the call, moving more smoothly over his body. I went down to the bottom of his belly, reaching for his belt. He wore a plain, linen trouser, there was no belt, but a button. I reached for it nevertheless, undoing the hold. I allowed my hands to dig deep into his underwear, searching for his dick.

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I went on ignoring him still, I curled my hands around his shaft, feeling the warmth and size of it. A deep moan escaped his lips, his body shook with the sound. His head fell behind in total submission, his hands pulled roughly on the silk strands of my hair.

I rubbed up and down his shaft, using his precum as a lubricant to ease the movement. “Eve…” He moaned.

After a while of stroking, I plunged his dick into my wet mouth. It was almost too large for my small lips to cover, but I pushed it in anyways, going slowly down to the root of his dick, then up again, allowing my mouth to adjust to the size. The tempo of the movement increased, as I worked on his slippery shaft, using my tongue to send the right stimulus.

The grip on my hair became rough, as he pushed my head back and forth. What started as a slow, intentional move, became a frenzy of want. He pushed me forward until his dick was hitting my throat, creating a gagging feeling. I could tell he was close to climaxing, the groans became louder and deeper and his hands held tightly to my hair for support. I went faster, quicker, adding more pressure with my tongue, smooching his balls lights.

A throaty howl emitted from his lips, his muscles became rigid and his hands stopped moving. “Take your mouth off,” he warned. I didn’t stop, didn’t listen, I kept going down on him, with more speed, taking him all the way to climax. The liquid burst out, feeling my throat.

He made an attempt to pull out, but I held on, swallowing every drop of his essence, lifting my eyes to watch the satisfaction on his face. He released my hair, trailed his hand around my cheeks, his eyes were dark and drowsy. I pulled out, pushing his dick back into his pants.

He dragged down the tie, tilting my face upward, he took my lips in a feverish kiss. “Where did you learn that?” he whispered, kissing my neck.

“I’m a stripper, remember?” I moaned back, enjoying the feel of his lips on my body.

He scooped me from the floor in one swift move, taking me up to his giant bed. The bed dipped in with his weight, as he climbed into it, laying me down gently. He pulled off the blazer from his body and threw it to the corner of the bed, then leaned down on me, touching every part of my exposed skin with wet kisses that sent shivers through my entire system.

“You shouldn’t have come out here,” he repeated for the third time. “Now I don’t know what to do with you,” he added.

“Do whatever you wish,” I drawled.

“You are so small and soft and beautiful,” for every word, he dropped a kiss. His hands reached for my boobs again, bringing them out of my defenseless nightwear, he descended on the right one, sucking on it like a hungry toddler, his other hand nabbing the nipple of the left one.

A surge of pleasure traveled through my nerves, making me moan in ecstacy. My sound filled the room, shutting out every other thing. I wriggled beneath his body, aching for more of his touch. As if in response to my want, his hand trundled down my inner thighs, touching them intimately.

I threw my legs wider, giving him more access. My body quivered with pleasure when his fingers reached the entrance of my honeypot. They roamed about the entrance for a moment, making me lose control of the grip I had on myself. The teasing was intense, I felt my senses flying out of my head.

“Just go on,” I pleaded, arching closer to him. He responded with a groan that spelt desire, yet, he didn’t go in, didn’t indulge me.

“I want you so badly,” He growled.

“Then have me,” I answered, losing every sense of control. I couldn’t think, couldn’t gather a sensible thought, all I wanted was more of him.

“I can’t. Not tonight Eve,” he lowered his head, pecking me on the lips, before rolling off me. He laid quietly on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Why? Why can’t you have me?” I asked, trying to hide the shame that crept into my voice.

“You are not ready for me.”

“So why did you go that far?”

“Eve go to bed,” he said, turning on his side, so that he was backing me.

“Why are you always trying so hard to be mean?”

“Sleep, Eve.” He said quietly.

I was too embarrassed to share his bed with him, too embarrassed to lay there beside him, after all that just went down. I jumped out of the bed, grabbing my robe from the ground, I matched straight out of the door, heading to my room with a heart that was about to explode.

He didn’t come after, didn’t call me back, he just laid there, as if he wasn’t aware of my absence. I had succeeded in making a fool out of myself. If I had just stayed In bed, all this would have passed away.

I buried my face into my pillow, sobbing hard, lumpy sobs. It didn’t take long to drift into a dreamless sleep.

***

I woke up the next morning, trying hard not to think about what happened the previous night. I got dressed for school, went down to the dining area for breakfast, and then out to the car. Jacob was waiting. We greeted each other briefly, as I was in no mood for a conversation.

“Are you okay?” He asked, halfway into the drive.

“I’m fine,” I snapped.

“Okay,” even if he knew I wasn’t, he didn’t press on, didn’t pester me for a response.

“Tell Debbie I say hi,” he said, when I stepped out of the car.

“Okay.” I hung my bag, walking straight to my class.

Debbie met me in the corridor, with a cheerful smile. “What’s up Eve, you look gloomy. Is your grandma dead?” She joked.

I paused walking. “No, actually she’s not. Perhaps I heard news of your own mother’s death.” I snapped at her. She was shocked at my reply, as she stood freezed to the spot.

What she said was meant to be a joke, but I was in no mood for jokes and there was no better way to tell her. Debbie kept her distance for the rest of the day, not visiting my desk as usual. I was half glad about putting her off, that way, I could save myself the stress of listening to her gist about the date.

Yet, I felt bad about the approach I had used. ‘She will get over it,’ I consoled myself. I plugged in my headphones, zooming out of my present environment. My mind was back, wondering about what was eating Antonio up. If only I knew, maybe it would help me understand.

My body still yearned for his touch. He had led me on too far. I picked up my phone, texting Charlie that I wanted to see him after school at my apartment. “It’s important,” I added.

At the sound of the closing bell, I sneaked out of class, trying to avoid Debbie’s questioning look. I hurried through the gates, not wanting to be met by Jacob. I picked the first cab that drove past, giving him my address.

I wasn’t thinking about what Jacob would say, wasn’t thinking about how Antonio would react, if he finds out I was missing. To hell with him.

The car slowed to a stop when it got to my street. I stepped out, paying my fare, and searching for my key as I approached the door. But the door flew open already, Charlie stood on the way, holding the door with one of his hands.

He stared at me, as if searching my soul for the reason I had called for the meeting. My eyes watered, and I ran into his arms bursting into tears. He was silent, rocking my back gently as he led me into the room.

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” He requested.

I shaked my head negatively, still sniffing. “Did he touch you?” He asked again. I couldn’t say yes to that.

“There’s something going on, and I can’t tell what it is, I have tried finding out from him, but he won’t open up,” I said instead.

He was quiet for a moment, then raising my face to meet with him, he pecked my lips. “This thing going on, do you think it’s important? Do you think it would help us?” He asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You have to find out, Make sure you find out,” he pecked my neck seductively.

“I don’t see how this would work, Charlie.”