BTW, I have not made any kind of profit in the making, publishing or posting of this story. This is purely for creative purposes.
PLOT: Playwright John Peter's vacation plans went sideways when the country went on Covid-19 lockdown. The girl he literally met by accident is on lockdown with him. How does he avoid cabin fever for 14 days and control the strong attraction he feels for her? (Slow burn, romance, friendship, angst. Might develop into a relationship)
Warning: I use a lot of profanity for this story. MORE SMUT
Note: 1. Pedro Pascal is the inspiration for this story. (Of course) 2. I named her Aize /ayz/ or /eyes/
Chapter Music: Less People – What will you do (This music is sooo sexy)
HIDING PLACE FROM HELL
CHAPTER 19
Some days she ached to give herself over to experience pleasure at his hands…
—The Modern Gentleman ( FB)
Aize shed her wet clothes hurriedly the minute John left. Top off. Slacks off. But she had to slow down when there's a stab of pain as she reaches behind her to unclip her bra. Cursing under her breath, exasperated and impatient, she slid off the straps and turned the bra around until the clip is in front. Leaning on the cold tiles, she had to pause to catch her breath just for a moment. The simple task seems to deplete her energy. Slowly she raises her left arm to probe her injury.
The pain is just under the swell of her left breast. It comes whenever she takes a deep breath. "Then don't take a deep breath," she murmurs what John said.
Not wanting to add broken bones to her existing injuries she holds the grab bar firmly as she slips off her undies. "Oh fuck…" she closed her eyes. Aize sighed at what she saw there: the reason why she's a little sore between her legs. She groaned at the surge of heat and desire that swept over her. It made her legs weak. She felt she needed to sit down on the small stool in the stall.
She suddenly remembers what happened in the living room.
What she did… to him…
=O=O=
Drinking was a wrong idea. Bad memories plus vodka, even diluted ones, spell disaster. But she felt better.
She fell asleep in John's arms after she gradually stopped crying, partly from sleepiness because theoretically it was way past her bedtime and that vodka-with-pineapple juice (Yes, not pineapple juice with vodka) hit her fast and strong.
It startled her awake when there was a hand on her hip stroking its curve; it was John's. Confused, Aize moved out of his arms and kneels beside him but he grabbed her thigh; running his hand over them, squeezing them, murmuring her name. Her eyes widened as she listens and watches him. O.M.G! He's not…he's not having a wet dream about me, is he? Is he?
He took her hand and kissed it so sensually while murmuring about not doing something, of regretting what she will do….he wants her; he loves what she's doing to him….What could she be doing to him…? She blushed at where her imagination is going.
John pulled her and brought her hand inside his shirt. Aize's breath got shaky she couldn't stop herself from caressing his shoulder. He's so beautiful….her gaze fell on his lips. They were the most sensuous lips she had ever seen. She'd been obsessing about them. How does it feel to kiss him?
A strong flow of heat bloomed from her body when her name came from those lips in a groan, deep and throaty. It sounded like he was begging… it made her clench between her legs.
John slowly wraps his arms around her and buried his face between her breasts, nuzzling them. She raises her head, eyes closed as his hand travels down from her back to her right hip, to briefly squeeze her buttock, to her right thigh…he swung her right leg over settling her on top of his hips until the length of his hardness is pressing urgently against hers. There was a pulse and a kind of pain that came from between her legs. She's open and throbbing with every surge of the hardness between his hips. When his lips found one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her top she stopped breathing for a second as she felt herself open more as something hot and wet flowed down from inside her. Breathless, her trembling fingers fumbled to open the buttons on her top. She wants to feel his lips on them.
Her fingers froze on the third button; what if he awakens? Fuck!
Stop thinking.
When her blouse opened she pulled the strap of her bra down revealing her left nipple. She leaned over him and his hand on her back pushed her closer to him. He began kissing the cleavage there his mustache and the light stubble from his cheek and chin rough on her breasts adds to the pooling wetness in her core. She guided him to her waiting nipple and closed her eyes in sheer pleasure when he found her and took her in his mouth.
"Love me, Aize….love me…please…" he groaned from her breast…he pushed aside the other strap off and took the other breast…she had to hold back a cry….Aize wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and rocked with him as John sucked her into a mind-blowing climax.
He's so good….he will never know….he will never….stay dreaming…stay asleep….suck me…more please…more…yes…
Her whole body trembles as wave after wave of orgasm beat like a drum in her release…tears gather in the corner of her eyes from pleasure as she grinds her hips against his wishing she could take him in her. Wishing his girth and length is buried inside her, sliding in her, pounding inside her again and again….They should not be separated from each other between layers of thin fabric….
"I love you…Aize…I love you….I'm…" He's coming too…with her… they held on to each other…
It feels like forever… and it feels like it just happened… and it feels like it's not enough….
But it all happened…it happened fast…the heat cooled, the pulsing slowed….the wave of desire lessened ….
With her breath slowing down she gently pushed him back to the seat with a loving look in her eyes. The man continued on his deep slumber fueled by downing almost a bottle of scotch. Her hand still shakes a little as she strokes his face tenderly. Even after she came the need to have him again is pulsing strong in her. She could still feel his mouth on her breasts; feel his warm breath on them, the softness of his lips as he kisses them, the rasp of his beard on her skin and on her nipples. They're both hard again….she placed one of John's hands on her chest. His palm almost covered an entire breast. She shivered at the heat coming from them warming her from the cold wind coming from the patio….
Rain….
The rain…
She gasped! Shit! The weapons!
With a cry Aize got up and stepped over John hurriedly buttoning her top and braved the cold rain. It's been raining for half an hour and it escaped her mind they're all outside! She snarled at herself. How could she forget it, she asked herself angrily, as she grabbed the nearest case. She looked at the other ones on the table then inside the house, at John.
She has to wake him up…she needs his help.
=O=O=
"Oh my God," She gasped into her trembling hand. Warm water splash and trickle over her as she sits under the shower. "What did I do?"
"Aize?"
She jumped in surprise. "What?" What's with his fucking voice? Shit.
"You okay?"
"Yes,'' She stares at the door, a little tense.
"Hurry up. The doc will be here any minute now."
"I just got in!" She grimaced when the injury pinched hard. "Ohh…!"
"Aize?" The door moves! "You okay? I'm coming in!
"No! Ow…." She gasped. "Stop! Hentai!" The door stopped opening.
"And what does that mean this time?"
She rubs the sore spot. "Pervert in Japanese."
"Just how many languages can you speak anyway?"
"Come in here and you'll find out. Ow…." She hissed.
"Get out now. I'm serious!"
"Just a few minutes!"
"You get one. Time starts now."
She murmurs a threat to cut off his balls and feed it to the fish in Japanese as she turns the water temperature higher. It soothed other kinds of pain and it warmed her up nicely. So far she has a bruise on her left foot, a small one on her shin, possibly another one is developing on her back when she fell and the most painful and newest is under her left breast.
Please don't go there again…. but she went there. It made her burn again. She closed her eyes at a powerful flashback of his head between them… of his lips on them…his tongue stroking at it, around it, his lips sucking on the hard nipple. No…no…she's getting hot again….she's opening again….throbbing and aching for him again….wanting him again…shit!
Angry at herself she took down the shower head and began to wash off the copious slickness between her legs. But her core is begging for another attention, another release….the urge is stronger now. She let go of the shower hose on the tiles and slowly slid two fingers inside her. She lifted one foot on the wall to access herself better. The release came so fast and strong despite the pain on her body.
Spent, she sat back on the stool with a sigh and picked up the shower head from the floor. Though the water's hot it cooled her face and head. It surprised her that she felt better. The pain was duller than before and she was able to finish cleaning herself up.
She dried up, wrapped a towel around her head and got into the robe. She slid open the stall.
And got the scare of her life.
John.
He leans against the counter, arms crossed, robe open on bare chest looking like a goddamned…fucking...
"Shit! You fucking scared me!" Aize grabbed her robe front close, heart beating fast. "What the hell's wrong with you?" She gulped guiltily and glanced at the shower stall. The frosted glass is also heavily misted from the hot water. I hope he didn't …
"You went overtime. Come out." A slim finger beckoned her.
"I will come out when I goddamn want to!" She stomps on the rug.
"Hmm…" He frowned at the things she's saying under her breath, "It's neither Japanese nor Italian. Not Spanish either but it sounds threatening."
"Impressive." Aize smirked.
Aize looks at the floor, the door, his foot but never his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shivered when he held out his arms to her.
"Come here." He whispers and wondered at her blush.
"Let me out." Her voice doesn't have the fire she had before.
"Your clothes are here. But tell me what's wrong first."
He leaned his hands back on the on the counter, bare chest displayed for her. She blushed. How could he stand there looking so casually hot? Shit! She wants him again….What's wrong with her? "Or you have to go out. I need to dress…"
"Is the pain worse?"
Fucking hell! Why is he torturing her? She's already guilty of 'raping' him…oh my God! She made a face palm. "No…" Her face scrunched up and she swept at her eyes angrily.
"Hey…what is wrong?" He cups her face in both hands looking worried at her tears. "Aize…?" It was John who was surprised next as her arms went around him. "What's that?" John lowers his head, trying to catch what she murmured. "You what….?"
Aize looks up at him and takes a shaky breath. "I'm sorry…"
"Sorry for what?
"I want you."
I want you…
Did she...? Did she say 'I want you….'?
"What…did you…say?"
"I said…I want you."
"Aize….I,"
"Hi!" They both jumped. "Uh… did we come at a bad time?"
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