I Need You

Part 21 - Some Other Guy

       

       ** Paul

       
  I gave no outward reaction as John ranted and raved.
  
         "Where's me Wils, Paul? She's not at Mimi's,  nor her own flat, and the Harrisons haven't seen her in weeks. She's not at mine, so she must be with YOU. Where. Is. Me. SISTER?!"

       In what was probably the STUPIDEST thing I had ever done,  I stepped forward into the doorway,  and unabashedly, calmly, (and with a smug grin on my face), pulled up my zip and buttoned my jeans, as I replied, "she's cleaning up in the loo."  I swear to GOD, John's eye started to twitch before Jeannie came back into the room and most likely saved my life.

     "Winnie! What are you doin' here? I was gonna stop by your flat later."     He crossed his arms over his chest, foot tapping away, and giving us both the evil eye.

      "I've been lookin' for YOU, Willy! Where do you get off not tellin' me where you are? I was worried SICK!"
       "I didn't realize that I was supposed to check in with you,  DA.   I..  I had a rough day, and didn't want to go home and unpack. Paul brought me here, wanted to make sure that I was alright, and taken care of."

       "Yeah, it looks like he's taken care of ye alright," he murmured. "What the hell is George gonna think?! Why would you do this to him, Jeannie?!"
         "Do this to HIM?! John, he dumped me! He dumped me first thing yesterday before I even went off to work! He walked off, leavin' me alone, and Paulie found me. He took care of me, Winn. He brought me here,  let me stay the night."
          "Course he did. It's quite obvious what he took care of."
         "Winnie, I know you're upset, but I was devastated.  Hurt. Paulie spent time with me, let me get things off me chest."
         "Yeah, your bleedin' bra.."
          "Winn.. it wasn't planned. I just needed a friend,  someone to talk to, and Paulie was there."
          John heaved a heavy sigh, obviously frustrated with the recent developments,  but understanding my plight at the same time.

        "Anyroad, practise is at 6 Paul, at George's,  like always.  I, uh, wouldn't bring THIS up," motioning to me. "He's already in a mood as is; all mopin' about and depressed. Willy, maybe you SHOULD do some unpackin', sort your thoughts, ya know? I'm off, see you in a bit, Macca. And Willy? I'll drop by tomorrow,  give ye a hand with your flat. He approached me slowly and hugged me close to him.
        "You'll be alright Wils, you're a Lennon. Nothing keeps us down, not for long." He kissed my forehead and walked back out the door,  leaving Paul and I alone again.

          "Want to tag along to practise, Jeannie? See John a bit longer, say hey to Pete?"

        "Not sure that's such a good idea.  I'd best head home, try an' have a kip. Maybe you can stay with me tonight, though, Paulie-Pie?," I cooed, giving him my best pout.
        "You're mine now, no need to fret about what anyone thinks, least of all him. But alright, if you're not comfortable, I won't press it. And of course I'm comin' back after, I wouldn't dream of sleepin' without ye." He pressed a long, lingering kiss to my lips and headed to The Harrisons to meet the boys.   I watched him turn to go as the last bit of daylight dissolved into pinks, crimsons, and violets before fading into the coal black of night. A chill from the air seeped into my bones, so I wrapped Paul's sweater round me, before I headed back to my flat, my rain-drenched clothes from yesterday tucked under my arm.

          I thankfully reached the front of my building within 10 minutes. It had grown much colder, and large, puffy flakes had begun to float softly down from the sky. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, catching a few winks, before Paul would return in a few hours' time.

      
         I drifted in and out of sleep, not being able to get totally comfortable.  Ever since George and I had split, I hated sleeping alone. I was afraid of taking such a big step with Paul and having him over all the time when we had LITERALLY just started seeing each other, but he stayed over almost every night, not wanting me to be by myself. I think he hated being alone, too.

       As I started to nod off again,  I'd heard movement in the loo. I'd shrugged it off,  putting it down to fatigue, and still getting accustomed to a new home. 
       A half an hour later,  I'd felt the mattress dip behind me,  and a warmth cover my body. A soft, warm breath heated the nape of my neck, a firm, hungry kiss meshed lips to my flesh. Strong arms surrounded me,  calloused fingers stroked my breasts, a hitched breath caught in my ear.
        "Tonight was absolute rubbish,  and the hot bath only helped a bit. I'm in need of some affection,  Sweet Pea. May I trouble you for some?"
        "Mm hm,"  I hummed,  smiling at the thought of him rolling me in the sheets.
        His hands moved slowly downwards, gently rubbing every inch of me as he went. He grew hard quickly and slid his length between my legs as he remained behind me.  His fingers stopped at my pubic hair,  winding through it, before easing down to my clit. He rubbed slowly,  carefully, then pulled away, preventing me from cumming too quickly. I moaned and panted as he started to slip his dick against my folds.
         "Now, Paulie," I gasped, "do it now."   Grabbing my arsecheeks,  he pulled back from my core, and I groaned in frustration. He grabbed himself,  giving his cock a few strokes, before lining his tip up with my entrance and easing himself inside.

        Ohh, fuck," he moaned. "God, ye feel so good. I've wanted this all day."  He grabbed my left leg, raising it up in the air, and held me steady at my knee. Still keeping a slow and steady rhythm, he pumped in and out of me as  his right hand kneaded my breasts.

        "Ohhhhh, God," I rasped, losing my breath with every thrust of his hips.
        "I.. fucking.. want.. you.. so.. MUCH," he croaked, speeding up just enough to knock my only hung picture off the wall and onto the floor. Removing his hand from my breasts, he slipped it back down to my clit, fingering me vigorously, as our moans grew louder.

      "Quick.., up on.. your hands.. and knees," he panted, wrapping his arms around my middle as he helped pull me up into the doggy position.

      Slick flesh slapping against slick flesh, bed creaking and slamming against the wall, our cries of passion echoed off the bare walls in the nearly empty room. I screamed as I shuddered from inside out, Paul hammering into me a few more times before pulling out. He gave himself a couple of yanks before emptying his load on my arse. Sweaty and spent, we flopped to the mattress, trying to catch our breaths. Paul placed a kiss to my back, wrapped himself around me once again,  and we fell asleep.

          Come the first rays of morning sun, Paul would regale me with his account of the previous night's practise; what numbers they worked on, the nonsense they had gotten up to (there was always some, knowing my boys), and updates on the lads' activities.  Paul didn't think it too odd,  but George was, in fact, quite morose and sulky, and rather avoidant of my brother,  even seemingly afraid of him, although Paul swore that John was his regular, joking self - even towards George.  I shouldn't have put so much thought into it, especially being that George and I were no longer together, but when I went to Mimi's to pick up the remainder of my things, she was quite jolly - strange for her, and awfully interested in what George was up to lately. I'd soon find out why..