Chaos beyond the grid

Chapter 22 - Eleanore/ Charles

Eleanore: did you remove my makeup?

Charles proudly nodded and she turned around and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Eleanore: best. Boyfriend. Ever.

She said between kisses Charles was so happy he had made her feel that way, he wanted to be the best boyfriend for her. She quickly turned back and grabbed her toothbrush, smiling when she saw he had put toothpaste on it for her already, she looked up at him in the mirror and all of the tiredness left her body the moment he placed a soft kiss on her neck – every part of her body, every molecule and atom was vibrating at the feel of his lips and the knowledge of what else he could do with them. He continued kissing her neck as she brushed her teeth – desperately trying to distract herself from the incredibly naughty thoughts that were flooding her brain. Once she had finished she looked at him in the mirror as if to ask why he was not brushing his own, he laughed and then grabbed his toothbrush – appeasing her. Eleanore calculated she had a good two minutes before he was done, so went back into the bedroom – closing the bathroom door behind her, and went to her chest of drawers, grabbing some lingerie to change into and also a skirt and strappy top. Given the agreement she had made with the girls she knew sex in the villa was a no-go – there was no way she was going to be able to keep quiet with Charles, he knew how to make her scream to the high fucking heavens – so she decided on the car – surely no one would hear her inside from there. quickly changing she waited for Charles to come out of the bathroom and when he did she saw the look of confusion on his face.

Charles: um are you going somewhere?

Eleanore: no, WE are.

Charles was profoundly confused – not that this was in any way a new state of being from him, he found that most days he felt confused about at least 5 different things, but this was particularly confusing to him. Had he not just removed her makeup, and both brushed their teeth, surely bed was the only place to be going? Charles watched as she walked towards him in the way she does when she wants something, he hoped beyond all hope it was sex because he was desperate to savor her. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear he nearly jumped up and down like a little boy on Christmas morning.

Eleanore: We are going to have some fun in the car because I don't want the others to hear the way you make me come.

Eleanore smiled as Charles was rendered speechless, just nodding his head like one of those bobblehead dolls you saw on people's desks in offices. She took his hand and led him out of the bedroom – looking down the hall and seeing that all of the lights were off and there was silence throughout the villa – everyone had gone to bed. She grabbed the car keys and silently opened the front door, and Charles closed it as quietly as he could, though he didn't quite understand the need for sneaking around – everyone knew they were together. She opened the passenger door pushed the seat back as far as it would go and instructed Charles to sit.

Charles: why are we sneaking around Eleanore?

Eleanore: the girls made a no-sex pact.

Charles did not like the sound of that and his eyebrows shot up in response.

Eleanore: I have no intention of following through on the pact, I want you too badly baby.

Charles: oh thank god.

Eleanore laughed at her boyfriend's reaction, and saw him quickly climb into the seat, and pull his joggers and boxers down – she saw he was very ready and waiting. She slipped her panties off and climbed on top of him, closing the door and easing down onto him – the feeling of him made her head tilt back and moan loudly. They began moving together, and Eleanore was building so fast, but they were interrupted by a knock on the window, and the sound of coughs from outside. The car was so steamy inside she couldn't see who it was, and she knew she had two choices – stop and lose the orgasm, or ignore it and ride her boyfriend to the high she knew they both craved.