Unexpected Encounter: A Second Chance at Love

[WARNING: IS A WARNING EVEN NECESSARY? :p]

Looking straight into his eyes, he grabbed her hand and guided it towards his hard member.

He groaned and buried his face on her neck when he felt her soft hand against his twitching member.

Rachael gulped in nervousness. When he let go of her hand, she froze. Heat crept through her cheeks while her face was burning with embarrassment and desire.

When she caressed him, he tightened his grip on her waist and gritted his teeth. He felt chills down his spine. The pleasurous sensation he felt when she touched him, made his member grow bigger.

When she slid her hands inside his boxers, he captured her lips and thrusted his hip forward.

He moaned when she wrapped her soft hands around his hardened member and started stroking it.

Rachael gulped in nervousness when she touched his hardness. It felt weird and right at the same time. The warmth from it gave her goosebumps.

When he squeezed her breast, she tightened her grip around his shaft.

When he groaned in pain, she quickly apologized. "I-I am sorry—"

When she tried to retrieve her hand back, he stopped her. "No…don't… stop." He said in between his groans.

After getting a green signal from him, Rachael started jerking his throbbing shaft slowly at first as she gradually increased her pace.

Tightening his grip on her waist, he buried his face on her neck and started nibbling her skin.

As he groaned in pleasure, his hands travelled upwards and fondled her breast.

"Faster—" he nibbled her earlobe and whispered.

She grabbed his chin with her other hand and lifted his head. When his eyes met hers, she captured his lips as she increased her hand motion around his excited members.

The new boldness she was showing made him more excited than he already was. He wanted to touch each and every part of her, he wanted to kiss every part of her body, he wanted to taste her. But he couldn't and that was killing him.

When she squeezed and jerked him a couple of more times, he groaned in between the kiss as he exploded.

Burying his face on her neck, he panted. "That was….. awesome—" he said in between his pants.

When he looked at her and smiled, Rachael turned her head to the other side to avoid his gaze. "Don't look at me like that."

"Rach, look at me—" When she shook head, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Thank you." He smiled and gently sucked her lower lips before brushing their lips together..

...

[Next day]

Holding his throbbing head, Owen groaned. "For the love of God, someone give me a cup of coffee."

"No one is giving you anything." Andrew flipped over the document he was reading. "That is your punishment."

"Why the f*uck did I even come here?" Owen gritted his teeth and stormed his feet on the ground.

After waking up in the hotel room all by himself with a throbbing headache, he wanted to drink a cup of warm coffee and fill his empty stomach with some homemade breakfast. This is why he took a cab and drove to Andrew's place. But who would have thought Andrew would refuse to feed him.

"Feel free to walk out—" When Owen scoffed, Andrew glared at him. "You got my wife drunk until she puked."

"Hey, I did not shove the alcohol down her throat," Owen defended himself. "And the way she was chugging those shots down, I must tell you my brother, Rachael is a pro."

"Why would you take her to a club on a weekday?" He frowned. "Who goes to a club on a weekday?"

"Cool people—" Owen retorted.

When Owen saw Rachael coming down the stairs, he quickly got up. "Thank God you are here, Rach. Andrew is not letting me eat breakfast or coffee," he shamelessly complained about Andrew right in front of him.

"Why?" Rachael looked at her husband, waiting for him to answer.

"Because he thinks I forced you to go to the club and get drunk," Owen answered instead.

Annoyed by him, Andrew shooed him away. "Go and eat whatever you want."

After getting the go signal, he quickly ran towards the dining table to gobble the delicious breakfast Aunt Maria had prepared.

When Andrew got up and approached her, Rachael quickly tried to escape. "I-I'll go to the kitchen first—" But before she could run away, he grabbed her wrist.

"Where do you think you are running?" He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"After assaulting me last night, you don't even wanna smile at me now?" he raised his brows.

"I assaulted you?" Rachael frowned. "Wasn't it the other way round?" She knew he was trying to act sly.

"You assaulted me many times last night," he stated.

"You—" she scoffed and slapped his chest. "That is not what happened and you know that too."

"What are you talking about Rach? You initiated it, didn't you?" He questioned her as he tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Yes but only for one time," she retorted.

Last night after they finished with the first round Rachael had initiated, Andrew took advantage of her vulnerable state and made her do it all over again several times until she complained about her sore hands.

When he did not say anything, she shoved her palm right on his face. "See, it still hurts."

In response, Andrew grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Does it still hurt?"

Rachael rolled her eyes at him and pushed him away. "So cheesy—"

Just then Justin entered the mansion.

"Oh look, there is the second drunkard," he remarked as he approached Rachael and Andrew.

Without waiting for her reply, Justin inquired, "You are not having a hangover?"

"Not really." She was feeling very normal.

"That's nice, Elsa is having a hard time," he sighed.

"That's because I made her try something new yesterday." Andrew wrapped his arms around Rachael's shoulder and looked at her. "Right, Rach?"

….