***This one is rated M! Adult situations and sex definitely occur!***
Prompt Word: Mittens
Prompt Phrase: Eight Maids a Milking
Paul is 24 and Lily is 23. This is the same time frame as the last chapter.
…I'm not SM…
Lily POV
"Lily what the hell are you doing out here?" Paul's voice shattered the quiet afternoon air.
"Fucking hell." I jerked up from my chair, completely forgetting I had untied the back of my bikini top. It shifted, exposing one of my breasts, and captured Paul's attention. Watching his pupil's dilate, I made no move to cover myself up.
"Uh hey babe, I thought you were patrolling," I said coyly, giving him my most innocent look. It didn't fool him.
He looked at my mostly covered form and took a deep breath before responding, "Well babe," He paused, "I was patrolling until I got a mental picture of you topless in the backyard."
"Who the hell came that close?" I yelped, "And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not topless!"
Paul pinched the bridge of his nose, "I ask Leah to swing by the perimeter of the house when I know you're here, she was passing by and next thing I see is you."
I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Leah was the one to catch me, better than Collin or Seth or Brady, I couldn't corrupt minors for God's sake.
Paul looked pained, "She wants me to tell you, and I quote, 'You have a great rack'."
My internal laughter turned into outright giggles, "Well right back at her, I'm going to demand my own look at hers."
Predictably, Paul's eyes widened and clouded up, "Really?"
"Nope, just wanted to see what you would say to that. Besides, I already have." I stated nonchalantly.
Five, four, three, "You've what?" He fairly shouted.
"We went shopping once, no big deal." It really wasn't. Plus it wasn't like anything would ever happen between Leah and I, she had Creed and I had Paul. At least I would have Paul unless gives himself a heart attack right now. "Calm down and I'll have you know I'm practically flashing you right now, and you're more concerned with Leah's boobs than mine."
He sighed, I could see him fighting himself as to whether or not he should take me up on that offer, "Lil, what the hell are you doing out here? Tanning? It's December and 60 degrees out here. You're wearing a bikini and mittens." He was puzzled by that last one.
"Yes Paul, I do know it's December. However, the sun is actually out, so I decided to get work on my non-existent tan. And yes, I'm wearing mittens, my hands are fucking cold. Any other questions?" I was kind of pissed that he was able to formulate all of these questions when I was sitting there practically naked.
"Why are you in the backyard? Anyone could walk by." He fairly whined that last bit, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. Honestly.
I laughed right in his face, "Paul, you're closest neighbor is a mile away. Are you honestly going to ask me all these questions? If you have nothing else to say, let me get back to my book, there was a particularly steamy part about eight milk maids with two Scottish Highlanders that require my attention." I laid back down, not bothering to cover up my chest with my top. Although, I did take the time to remove the mittens, just in case. I was going to be severely disappointed if he chose to walk away right now.
I didn't have to wait long; he plucked the book from my hands with a growl and tossed it behind him, "Not funny Lil." With that, he took my mouth in an aggressive fashion, lips pressed hard to mine, tongue thrusting greedily into my mouth.
He pulled me up so I was reclining awkwardly in my chair, one of his hands tunneling in my hair, the other impatiently shoving my bikini top out of his way. I moaned into his mouth, reaching back to untie my top, trying to give him uninhibited access. "God, babe slow down a sec."
"You fucking teased the hell out of me, now you deal with this." I shivered at his tone, his husky voice shooting straight to my core. He again took my mouth ruthlessly, pulling me down to the grass so there wouldn't be a chair incident like the one Jared and Kim endured a few weeks ago.
All extraneous thoughts were pushed from my mind; my only focus was on how hot Paul was making me feel. With him around, it barely took anything to get me going, and I was already quite excited.
Paul was on his back, I was comfortably on top, my casted arm resting on his shoulder, the other cupping his head, bringing him closer to me. His hands were busily at work, kneading and stroking my breasts, occasionally moving forward to take a hardening nipple in his hot mouth, I was barely aware of my surroundings. "Paul, please" I moaned.
"Please what Lil?" Fucking asshole, I hate when he did this to me.
I was so busy trying to form a coherent thought, I had lost track of one of his hands, that is until it slid under my bathing suit bottom, already finding the flesh there that was slick and inviting.
"That." God, one warm finger slid into me, and began to mimic what we would shortly be doing, "Fuck. More of that."
"That? You're going to have to be more specific Lily." He sounded amused, but his breathing had become labored as I began to rub him through his thin basketball shorts. The combined feeling of his hardening length and two of his fingers sliding in and out of me was more than enough to make me come. His raspy voice was the icing on the orgasm cake, that sentence and I threw myself over the edge, shamelessly rocking my hips and guiding his mouth back to mine.
My whole body shuddered, and I could feel myself convulsing around the fingers inside of me. I brought my mouth down to his, kissing him enthusiastically, working our way to the next level, "Jesus you guys, not in the yard where everyone can see!"
I screamed, and as much as Paul will deny it, he yelped, but still managed to jump up and shove me behind him, stance immediately protective.
"Fucking hell Leah!" Paul sounded resigned to the fact that we were interrupted again.
Leah was unrepentant, smirking at the pair of us, like a parent who caught their teenager in the back of a car, which I guess was appropriate in this scenario, "I was worried when you didn't come back Paul, of course I had to come and see if you were alright. Of course I wasn't the only one coming. How you doing Lily?"
Paul bared his teeth and growled, I merely waved at her, "Hey Leah. Well I guess you have to get back babe, I'll catch up with you later. Your bed and my Scottish Highlanders will keep me company until you finished."
He sighed, still looking growly, "I'm holding you to that Lily." With that he gave me a deep kiss and a look that promised a whole hell of a lot.
"Later Lil! By the way in case Paul didn't tell you, I love your tits." Leah looked like she was going to say more, but Paul grabbed her arm, marching the two of them back to the forest.
"Later."
I gathered up my discarded bikini top and book, and took myself back into the house, more than content to pass the time with my smutty book and thoughts of Paul until the real thing came back.
