Is Life A Lie?

Chapter 13 - My Boy

Once everyone had left, we—Hazel and Matt, Declan and Ruell, Alex and Claire, Eugene and I, who were staying the night at the villa—all got into the hot tub. Ruell had switched the music from loud, pumping EDM to Crywolf's Dysphoria track, a mellowed out melodic electronic sound.

"Happy fucking birthday Hazel!" I swigged the rest of my beer. I had drunk all kinds of alcohol, and a lot of it. I was going to be wrecked tomorrow. The warm water was helping me maintain consciousness though. You'd think only cold water would do that.

Hazel made a thank you speech, the boys cracked inappropriate jokes, we groaned at the mess we'd have to clean up, we moaned at the hangovers we'd be getting. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Matt pull Hazel onto him as they started making out. I raised my eyebrows in their direction towards Alex, grinning madly. Operation Such A Success. I felt two muscular arms wrap themselves around me and I felt a familiar gush of love rush through me. I moved to sit on him, my legs wrapped around his waist, with the jets shooting out hot water around us. Leaning into Eugene, I slipped my tongue into his mouth and let it make love to him. I slowly forgot there were others in the tub with us as I pressed closer into him. I wanted every inch of him, and I wanted it now. His fingers stroked me and caressed me, moving from my (still dry) hair, down my back, to my arse. As his fingers groped and stroked, I arched closer still, wanting him bad. Eugene moved his fingers to the front of my bikini bottoms, and with one swift movement, he had found my sweet spot. I moaned with pleasure as his fingers, deep inside me, worked their magic, his thumb massaging my clit. "I want you now." I managed to get out. He winked at me. He loved driving me crazy with his teasing. Kissing me, he put his hands on my bottom and lifted me out of the tub, carrying me all the way to our room. "Good night guys!" I waved, my eyes only half-open in a daze of lust.

We reached our room and Eugene threw me on the bed. I spread my legs, beckoning him to come to me. "Give me a second babe, let me get out of these wet clothes."

I groaned. I was hot and wet and ready for him. But Eugene had a thing about his nightly routine—he had to brush his teeth, wash his face and dry off.

He laughed at my impatience. "Only be two seconds baby girl." He kissed me deep and hard, fingering my nipples, and left me.