Envy

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Lesson One. ((Flashback))


Lindsey curled up next to Paul on his couch, as he lounged back with a cold longneck bottle of beer, his feet propped up on the coffee table. She pulled the blanket around her tightly and sighed into him, keeping her eyes on the game, smiling softly when Paul draped his arm around her. He traced lazy patterns on her hip, sighing softly when he finished off his beer, putting the empty bottle on the side table. She loved nights like this, when she came over to his place and just hung out.

“You smell like woodchips.” Lindsey grinned softly when a commercial break took over the screen.

Paul smirked, “It happens.” he chuckled, “I’ve been working on this damn king sized bed for one of those snobby, rich well-to-do fuckers.”

Lindsey drew her brows together, “So, is that what you call me?” she asked softly, sitting up on her knees, facing Paul.

Paul groaned, “Why do you take everything I say so personally?” he asked.

“Because you’re always making stupid comments about people with money.”

Paul reached out, sliding his fingertips across Lindsey’s jaw line, “You’re different than those snobby, spoilt brats, Linds. You know that.” he said softly, trailing his fingers down her arm, and then rested it on her hip. “You have a soul.” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Lindsey tried, unsuccessfully to contain her laughter, “Shut up.” she chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Paul grinned softly, watching her reach over to take a sip out of her beer. Her hair swayed gently, spilling down her back in long blond locks. She was so beautiful. His grin faded away, making his face more intense looking as he stared at her, watching the way her eyes slowly met his dark ones. She drew her brows together in insecurity and bit her bottom lip, not sure what to think of Paul’s intense stare. It was one of those stares that went straight to your bones, like he as reading her thoughts.

“What?” Lindsey asked softly.

Paul took Lindsey’s hand and tugged her over so she straddled his lap, then rested his hands on her hips, “I really like you.” he said softly, running his hands up and down her bare thighs. He loved those little jean shorts on her too.

Lindsey raised her brows and smirked; “I guess that’s a good thing.” she shrugged, with a small laugh. “I really like you too.”

“No, I…I really…” Paul trailed, biting the inside of his cheek. He stared at her full lips -still virgin to his kiss and sighed heavily.

Lindsey’s brows drew together in a sort of frown as she placed her hands on either side of Paul’s face, “Paul, what’s wrong?” she asked.

Paul shook his head, framing her face with his hands as Lindsey’s fell to his shoulders softly. He continued to stare at her lips, as she froze, completely unsure of what he was doing or what she should be doing. Paul leaned forward, leaning his forehead against hers, their noses touching. Lindsey’s breath hitched in her throat as Paul slid a hand to the back of her neck and leaned further into her, his lips centimeters from her own. She felt his hot breath coming out slightly ragged against her lips.

“Paul…” Lindsey whimpered softly, her grip on his shoulders tightening.

Paul breathed heavily and dipped his head, pressing his lips against her jaw softly. Lindsey closed her eyes and breathed slowly, pressing her body close to his as he wrapped his arms around her middle. God, he had been so close to her lips -so fucking close that it almost felt like they were actually kissing. His tongue slid across her skin slowly as he kissed and sucked at her flesh of her jaw, pressing her body tightly to his.

Slowly, Paul maneuvered them so he was settled above her, ghosting his lips over her throat and collarbone while he supported himself on his elbow, his free hand sliding into the back pocket of her shorts, pressing her hips against his gently. Lindsey ran her fingers through his hair and up and down his back, sighing gently from Paul’s touches.

Since the park, Paul really hadn’t explored Lindsey like he wanted to. He had been so busy at work, and so had she -on top of the fact that she had just moved into her very own apartment, and had been busy moving and really too tired to do anything else. Tonight was going to be different though, they both knew it.

“Paul…” Lindsey whined softly, “Please…touch me.” she whispered, arching her back slightly.

Paul grunted in response, quickly unbuttoning her shorts, then looked into Lindsey’s eyes intently as he slid them down her thighs, and off her body completely, along with her panties. Lindsey drew her legs together in embarrassment, heat flooding her face.

“Don’t.” Paul said softly, resting a hand on her thigh, then slid up next to her, lying out on the couch, “You’re perfect.”

Lindsey blushed heavily, “I wish you wouldn’t say those things.” she replied softly as she moved her body up so Paul could push her tank top up, over her breasts, along with her bra.

“Why? It’s true.” Paul trailed his fingers up her inner thigh.

Lindsey opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short when Paul brushed his fingertips against her slowly. She gasped, hesitantly relaxing her thighs apart for him. Paul kissed her shoulder and began teasing her gently, smirking lightly when Lindsey whined quietly and arched her back, her breathing coming out short. Lindsey reached over and fisted a handful of Paul’s hair in her hand, moving against his hand in instinct as Paul slowly dipped a finger inside her heat, his lips ghosting over her breasts.

“Oh god.” Lindsey gasped, bucking her hips along with Paul’s hand. She closed her eyes and moaned lowly, goose bumps erupting over her skin.

Paul smiled against her breast, moving to hover over her once more, and wrapped his free arm around the back of her neck, pressing his chest against hers as his lips played on her shoulder and neck. Lindsey rode his hand, reaching down with her own hand to cover Paul’s, trying to make him go deeper and harder. Paul stilled, peering down at Lindsey, who looked back at him with her blue eyes -she looked as if she had done something terribly wrong.

“I-I…” Lindsey stuttered, her cheeks reddening by the second, “I’m sorry.”

Paul drew his brows together, “For what?” he asked.

Lindsey bit her bottom lip and sighed softly, “I just…please don’t treat me like glass.” she said softly. “I’m not going to break.”

A devilish grip crossed Paul’s face as he sank another finger into her slick heat deeply, earning a startled gasp from Lindsey. He buried a hand in her long hair, tugging at it so she moved her head to the side, then attacked her neck with tongue, teeth and lips, “Baby girl wants it rough, huh?” he purred against her skin.

Lindsey’s eyes widened, not believing how turned on she was getting by not only his tone, but by his words, “Yes…” she whimpered.

Paul slowly slid his fingers from her body and chuckled, “Turn over.” he said softly, but in a tone used to demand one’s attention. “And let me know if it’s too much.”

“Wait.” Lindsey said suddenly, propping up on her elbows. “You’re a bit…overdressed.” she flushed.

Paul chuckled, sitting back on his knees, “Then take my shirt off.” he shrugged, challenging her.

Lindsey blushed lightly, sitting up on her knees in front of Paul and sighed softly, running her hands up his broad chest, to his hardened shoulders. Paul kept still, watching her every move while she trailed her fingers down to the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up, over his head. The look on her face was nearly priceless. Sure, she had seen Paul with a shirt on many times, but not in this sort of situation.

Her eyes widened slightly, as she stared at his chest, arms and shoulders, running her fingertips over the dips and contours of his muscle. Experimentally, she slid her hands around his back, to hold him by the back of his shoulders, and then bent her head down to kiss his chest softly. To say that Paul was surprised that he would have any kind of reaction to a simple touch like that, would really be understating the event. He started to harden instantly and a short pant erupted from his lips, especially when Lindsey ran her tongue over where her lips just were.

“Okay, we’re not doing this here.” Paul grunted after she sat back on her heels and peered up at him, then led Lindsey to his bedroom.

Lindsey followed him dumbly, watching the muscle of his back constrict under his sun kissed skin. She bit her lip as Paul gently pushed her onto her back on his soft bed, moving her feet to rest flat on the mattress. She blushed heavily, aware of how open she was to him, just lying there. Paul kneeled between her legs, running his hands down her thighs, the same intense look in his eyes.

Lindsey bit her lip and looked to the ceiling, sighing softly. Sometimes, she really hated her father for sheltering her so much from men -she had no idea what to do or when to do it. It really just wasn’t fair. Paul always knew what to do. He knew what he wanted and how to make her feel things she had never felt before, and sometimes…it scared her.

“You okay?” Paul asked softly, stretching out over Lindsey’s body. He supported himself with one elbow, his free hand playing at her neck and collarbone.

Lindsey nodded, “I never know what I’m supposed to do. I feel stupid.” she admitted quietly. “And you know everything and…know how to do everything. I know nothing.”

Paul rose a brow, “You’re not suppose to know as much as I do.” he chuckled, “I’m just more…experienced. And I don’t know everything.”

Lindsey wrapped her legs around Paul, pulling him against her and slid her arms around his neck, kissing his jaw softly, “Teach me something.” she whispered. “I want to make you feel how you make me feel.”

Paul grunted softly and sat back on his heels, shaking his head, “You’re not ready-”

“Fuck that.” Lindsey glared at him, “Who are you to tell me if I’m ready for something or not?” she snapped, sliding off Paul’s bed. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, suddenly aware of how naked she was, “If it were up to you, I’d never be fucking ready.”

Paul drew his brows together, “I’m looking out for you, Lindsey.” his voice dropped low, “I don’t want you to get scared of something or-”

Lindsey grabbed one of Paul’s shirts that was lying on his bedroom floor and tugged it on roughly, “I’m not one of those girls, Paul.” she gritted through her teeth. “I’m not scared. I want to learn things. I want you. You know, most guys would really love to have such a willing little virgin girlfriend, but no…not you.”

Paul scowled at Lindsey, “Fine.” he spat dangerously, sliding a hand into her hair, grabbing it roughly, “You want to learn something, baby girl?” he asked.

Lindsey’s eyes went wide, greatly aware of how turned on she was getting by this. She really shouldn’t have been getting turned on. Paul was scary sometimes -but he would never hurt her, she knew this. “That’s what I said.” Lindsey challenged, glaring right back at Paul.

Paul cupped her chin with his free hand, his thumb rubbing along her full bottom lip, “Pretty little mouth.” he said softly, slowly walking them back until he sat on the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees.” he said softly. “Lesson one: controlling your breathing.”

Lindsey drew her brows together, looking up at Paul. “Controlling my breathing?” she asked doubtfully.

Paul glared down at Lindsey, desire and something else Lindsey couldn’t tell filling his dark eyes. She bit her bottom lip when he undid his belt and nodded, “Yeah.” he said shortly, now unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to the middle of his thighs, exposing his tented dark boxers.

Lindsey grinned softly, now aware of what the lesson was going to be. She had to admit that she had wanted to taste him and make him ache the way he made her ache. She slid her hands up his thighs, looking him dead in the eyes, “I’m listening…” she trailed softly.

“Do what you think you’re supposed to do.” Paul replied, his brow arched.

Lindsey blushed softly and played her fingers at the waistband of Paul’s boxers lightly, before slipping them down to join his jeans. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him. He was hard and aching, thick in girth and long too -now she understood the controlling your breathing part. Looking up at Paul, she wrapped her hand around his length, sliding it down slightly. Paul grunted. Lindsey grinned.

She wracked her brain, thinking of what she was really supposed to do. It was obvious, but she wanted to surprise Paul with how good she could be. Lindsey smiled softly, letting a drop of spit slowly fall onto Paul’s length, where she used it for lubrication for her hand. She started slow at first, pumping at his cock with her small hand, tightening her grip every once in a while. Paul stared down at her, his breathing slightly ragged, but not out of control. Experimentally, she ran her thumb over the head of his cock and gasped when Paul fisted her hair again and moaned low.

She looked up at Paul and opened her mouth, slowly sliding her lips down the head of his cock, making sure to watch her teeth. It was an interesting taste in her mouth. Slightly salty and just…distinct -she really wasn’t one to like salt that much, but for some reason, the taste of Paul in her mouth didn’t gross her out. He tasted good.

“Yeah, like that baby girl.” Paul grunted, controlling her movements with his hand in her hair. “Take as much as you can.”

Lindsey closed her eyes as Paul moved her head up and down his length slowly but deeply. The feel of his hand buried tightly in her hair while he urged her on with grunts and whispers was really taking a toll on her body -making her ache for him more. She moaned softly around his length, and hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked at him harder. Paul bucked up into her mouth and panted heavily, moving her head slightly faster.

“You’ve never done this before?” Paul grunted, pushing Lindsey’s head down until she tried to back up, not able to breathe, “Through your nose, baby girl. Calm down and breath through your nose.”

Lindsey whimpered around his cock, looking straight up to Paul, who was breathing hard above her, his forehead barely glistening with sweat. She reached a hand up to cup his sac, and massaged it gently as she sucked harder, trying to take him even deeper. Paul groaned, his head tilting back slightly.

He really was surprised that she was doing this good -it felt fucking amazing, especially for her first time with a cock in her mouth. He about died when she looked up at him with those big blue eyes and moaned around his cock, taking him as deep as she could. Paul saw no fear or question in her eyes -she wanted to learn. She wanted him, no questions asked.

“Linds.” Paul panted raggedly, his hips bucking up into her mouth, “I’m gonna…” he groaned, trying to push Lindsey off him -he really didn’t want to freak her out by coming in her mouth, her knew some girls not only hated going down on guys, but really hated the taste.

Lindsey grabbed onto Paul’s hips, digging her fingers into his skin slightly and sucked harder. She didn’t let up and moaned loudly around his cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Paul grunted and moaned above her, fisting her hair and cursing under his breath as he let go in her mouth, his come spilling down her throat as she took it willingly.

Several moments later, Paul and Lindsey were snuggled under the covers in his bed, Lindsey pressed close to his chest, as Paul traced his fingers along the small of her back, his mouth pressed against her forehead. Lindsey couldn’t help but smile, wrapping her arms around Paul tightly, and sighed. She had a feeling she surprised the hell out of Paul. She was proud of herself too. She always knew she wasn’t scared, but doing something like that for the first time should have made her want to run and hide.

“And you’ve never done that before?” Paul mumbled against Lindsey’s forehead.

Lindsey chuckled, “Never.”

“Fuck.” Paul groaned, “I think I’m in over my head.”


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