Chapter 18: Chapter 18

It was hot.

It was seriously hot because I'm still smiling like an idiot while getting ready for tonight.

If it's not because of his ringing phone I'm sure he would have fucked me right there and then, because his fingers were inches away from my pussy, just dancing on my thighs teasing me while consumed me with his panty-melting kisses.

He apologised for the call but he had to take it because it's an oversea call he's been expecting at that time.

It's okay. We still have tonight, and the rest of the remaining ten weeks. That's seventy nights. So that's okay. That's okay Elle.

And please. Stop grinning like an idiot. You can't be giddy like this in front of him. Where's that Exclusive Elle? Bring her out because we've got a big game tonight.

In that case, maybe wearing this pink babydoll isn't a good idea. We don't want a cutie, we want a crazy hot, super sexy bombshell that will make his cock stand without much effort. Namely blowjob.

Going through my drawer of lingerie, I pull out a sheer lace burgundy two-piece considering his interest this afternoon at my bra, perhaps I shall remind him with these.

Once I've styled my hair and put on light make up, I wear a burgundy silk night robe to cover myself since I don't wanna appear to be too eager.

But it doesn't feel right.

Perhaps I should ditch the robe? Switch to a dress maybe? But it'll be too weird since we're going to bed. I want this to be as casual as possible.

I go back to the closet and take a look at my entire wardrobe. Three times of going back and forth with different outfits, I got panic when I realise it's almost 11 now. How can I not realise this! He must have been waiting in his room.

And stop caring so much of what he thinks, a pussy and a pair of boobs is all I need. The clothes won't stay for long anyway. It's not like I can change him to be less gay if I wear a sexier outfit. If that can, he wouldn't need the most attractive girl the agency has.

"Elle?" The two knocks on my door along with his deep voice startle me. Shit. He's here.

"Are you still up?" I notice the gentle tone he puts in his enquiry, as if not wanting to wake me up if I'm already in the dreamland. Always love that part of him, ever so considerate.

"Yeah," I answer and rush to the door.

"I'm up." I smile at him once I open the door. He's wearing a navy blue shirt with a pair of shorts, standing there looking delicious and mysterious. Mysterious because I'm currently looking directly into his eyes.

"I thought you're asleep."

"I had my nap, remember?"

"You're playing dress up?" His eyes wander to my bed that's covered with clothes I've tried and yet to try.

"Oh." Is all I can say as I follow his gaze that is now lowered to my chest. I'm only in my two piece lingerie since I was changing into my forth outfit when he knocked.

"It's okay if you don't wanna do this." His eyes are back at my face.

"No no, I lost track of time. Of course I wanna do this." Only then I realise I'm no way near to be the Exclusive Elle. I'm basically offering myself here.

Wait. I signed that contract, of course I'm offering myself. Since day one.

"Gimme two minutes then I'll come over?"

***

"So what's our plan tonight?" I lean to the rail of his terrace once I turn to him who's sitting on his favorite spot of the outdoor couch.

I decided to just put on the first robe I tried and head over to his room.

"Talk?" I ask another question when he doesn't say anything but takes a sip of his drink then continues watching me.

"Or something else?" Trying to be playful since he's being tense the moment I walked in, that's actually the reason I stand over here while he sits there. I'm feeling... awkward. And uncomfortable.

Because here I am obviously offering myself but he's been behaving like a dick, mouth sealed that all he does is watch me or fill up his glass with alcohol as if he needs that to deal with me. That's his third glass already.

"I can't quite hear you." Hm?

"Come here." I smile hearing the lame line. But I approach him anyway with my glass of Rose.

"Is it better now?" I ask once I sit on his lap after putting down the glass.

"Hmm."

Unlike the first time which is last week when I read the signal wrong, I'm pretty sure I got it right this time so I kiss him with his hand landing at my back, pulling me closer to him.

"Are you really gay," I sigh feeling his lips on my left nipple with my bra already being pushed down, "You're too good at this."

He's been playing with my nipples, drowned his face in my cleavage, and at the same time one of his hands is feeling me all over the places.

"Guys have nipples too."

I giggle in the middle of his suckling, and I can see he's smiling boyishly with my nipple missing in his mouth.

"I don't know if we're always gonna be like this."

"Hm?" His forehead shows some wrinkles with eyes looking up to my face, his mouth seems to be too busy to let out even a single word.

"Always laughing while doing things." Because I rarely have funny daddies. And those that I have, we get pretty serious in bed. There're no giggles and laughter when we're rushing for orgasms.

I moan in content when I feel his hands massaging my ass while his mouth entertains my nipple. And when I feel one hand slips in my panty from behind, going straight to the puckered hole, I know he learns that from his experience with the guys.

"I have two holes, you know. And I prefer it if you use the one at the front."

He chuckles then stops caressing that hole, going forward to the right one.

"Hmmm good with direction too." I close my eyes to fully enjoy being rubbed and sometimes a finger slips in there.

"Give me the manual how to eat you the right way."

I stop moaning at his bluntness, opening my eyes and look at him again, "You sure you need a manual? You seem to be excellent so far."

He grabs my ass again, one hand is outside while another still in my panties, now standing to carry me into the room. I straddle him and wrap my hands around his neck for support, but only for a while when he places me on the bed.

"I notice pink is your favorite color," yeah most of the things I own or wear are in pink, "Never thought this would be pink too."

I laugh realising he's talking about my pussy that is now exposed right in front of his face as he's already taken my panties off.

"It's a beautiful pussy. You really are beautiful inside and out."

"Don't think that's what people mean when they say that." I reply with both hands being propped up, watching him watch my pussy.

"May I?" He asks like a gentleman requesting for a dance which makes my entire body shake as I laugh harder.

"Stop it Owen. I shouldn't be laughing now."

"What better way to make a woman happy than make her laugh?"

"Fine, you got a point there."

"So may I?"

I giggle again, "By all means."

He dives into it and I whimper the moment I feel his wet tongue on the right hole. It makes me wetter seeing how diligent he is at his little task that at one point I just stop watching and put my head on the mattress, enjoying whatever the amateur is giving me.

"Right there Owen right there. Don't you fucking move."

He obliges and keeps teasing the same spot, all while working on my clit with his finger which I've taught him a few minutes ago about never abandoning that little bud.

He's the best student, because he follows my every direction. And a fast learner too for making me come twice in a row.

"Oh God." I cry in restraint when I feel his finger going in while he's doing everything he's taught to.

"Go ahead," his husky voice enters my hazy space, "Cum."

It's either I'm a good teacher or he really is an excellent student because God, I'm cumming again-