Through Your Eyes — Chapter 32

ERIC'S POV

I asked many things about her, her family background, and how Red and she became friends. She also answered in detail, and I listened carefully. We both laughed at some points, taking sips of the wine in our glass now and then. When Shirley started to flush, she also lost her apprehension bit by bit. She became more talkative, even telling me those things I shouldn't know.

"Shirl, what do you think? Am I difficult to love? Why did the woman I love left me?"

Her eyes widened as she looked at me above the rim of her wine glass. "Red and you, not in good terms?"

"We are fine, but she isn't what I mean," I chuckled, enjoying her startled reaction.

"You-you mean, you have some-somebody e-else? And she is the cause of all your drama tonight?" Her voice raised higher, and her words prolonged and stuttered.

"She's in the past, but she takes my heart with her." I let out a mirthless laugh as a wave of anger hit me again.

"Oh, no. That's bad. Why?"

"For someone more powerful and famous," she gasped, then shook her head as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"Where is she now?"

"With him."

"Did you have a chance to talk to her, and did she explain?" I was glad she didn't ask who the man was.

"No need."

She plastered her eyes on me as her thoughts wandered away for a while. Then she exclaimed, "Poor Red. She has your body but not your heart."

"She has my money. I give her access to all my bank accounts," I countered, justifying myself.

"Are you not suffering a loss then, related to her expenses?" she laughed, and the shifting of her eyeballs towards the side implied a sense of envy.

"She doesn't spend except for something important. But I decide for her. I bought her all those things a woman fancies--signature bags and shoes--all the best in this world."

"Wow!" she gasped, raising both her hands to her face. Then, she raised her glass to her lips and took a big gulp, emptying the content in three takes.

"You said you don't love her, but it seems you doted on her."

"Not at all. I just want to show Calla how wrong she is to leave me if all that matters to her are the worldly materials."

"What?!" her eyes almost jumped out of its sockets. And she half-emptied the glass I refilled for her.

"Yes."

"You love... Calla so much," were her slurred comment after her massive shock.

"Maybe. Shirl, I don't know if she's related to you, or what," I said, sticking my eyes on her.

She gathered her brows as she stared at me, processing what I said with her dulled senses.

"I see Calla in the way you smile, the way you look, and in everything you do."

She laughed, and its loudness, together with the temptation through her lips, stirred up some emotion deep in me. I moved and sat close to her, tracing the outline of her lips with my right, point finger.

"I wish you were Calla," I whispered as I continued to trace also the angles of her face, then down to her neck.

"I-I also wish I were... Calla," she replied, reaching out her hands and covered mine, joining me in my act.

"Do you also love me, Shirl?" I asked. Whatever answer she would give would surely have the influence of the alcohol that had started to intoxicate her senses.

"No-no, but I love your money. I cannot betray my best friend."

With the influence of alcohol, which I took in large gulps, I began to see more of Calla through Shirley. I replaced my point fingers with both of my hands, tracing down her body until it crept under her blouse. I knew those slow and sensual touches would ignite something in her, especially that the wine had already ruled her mind.

She gasped and closed her eyes as my fingers ran in a circular motion around her soft peaks. When the sense of pleasure started to dominate her, she arched her body and hung back her head, giving me better access to herself. As she was only wearing a coat over a sleeveless top, it was easy for me to remove it. Before I could make the next blink, the straps of her bra snapped open. I pulled it away, and her two, full mounds bounced before my eyes.

I cupped those bouncy goodness right way, squeezing it fondly as I took her lips on mine. She also opened up and received my tongue as I proved deeper into her mouth. Everything went fast as desire possessed me until I found ourselves stripped from all of our clothing. I no longer took her to my bed; I just made it sure that I had locked the door.

Shirley grumbled as I stopped to close the door, not wanting me to stop. Her desire already consumed her, and I knew she was not herself anymore. There was a moment when my conscience held me, and images of Red flashed in my mind, but I ignored it entirely after I heard Shirley's moaning and groaning under my touch.

I went down further and feasted my eyes on her naked glory. I then positioned myself between her legs. Pulling her closer towards me, I did not wait any longer, and I inserted my rod-hard shaft between her legs. She moaned and tossed in intense pleasure as I first teased her with my light thrusts.  As I felt her fluid dripping around the head of my shaft, I pushed forward in one hard thrust. She screamed and pushed me away, but I drowned her cries in my mouth. Sexual desire already ruled everything about me, and I became numb to her feelings.

As I felt her sense of pleasure seized her again while I sensually kneaded both of her breasts,  I pushed harder and harder until I was close. I noticed that while I was moving in and out, she was getting tighter--even tighter than when I first entered her. I looked into her eyes, and beads of tears cascaded at the outer corners of her eyes.

"Why?" I asked. I couldn't understand why she cried.

"I'm so evil. How can I betray my friend?"

I sighed and turned to my side, only to get horrified when I couldn't pull out anymore. I felt like my dick was clamped by a shell, as her insides tightened around my shaft.