Ninja Couples: Reality Love, #3

By Trudie Norton

All Eloise wants is to have the passion back in her relationship, but her boyfriend won't accept that she is fully healed.  When she catches him in bed with her friend, she packs up her entire life and moves to the other side of the country.

Little did she know that she would meet one of the stars of a reality TV show who she has had a crush on for years. As their friendship grows, so do her feelings for him.  If she lets him, know will she lose him as a friend? Or even if he likes her too, will his ex find a way to keep them apart?  Is she destined to suffer heartache or will she find a way to win the man of her dreams?

If you want an erotica novel with tasteful sex scenes and a storyline, buy this book today – you won't regret it.

This book contains sexually explicit scenes and should not be read by anyone under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trudie Norton
• Release date: Jun 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9780648505198

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DEDICATION

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This book is dedicated to Danny and Nico, for their love and friendship

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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Thank you to Pete, Wendy, Terry, Diane, David, Hywell, Connie, Emmie and Desi for their feedback.

Chapter 1

When Darren tenderly kissed Eloise’s lips, she felt resigned rather than excited. That sort of kiss only meant one thing: he wanted to have sex. No, she corrected herself, he wanted to make love. She wished he wanted to have sex. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d had wild, exciting sex.

Most women would give almost anything for their partner to make love to them, but not Eloise. Not anymore. At first it was nice, he was showing how much he loved her, not just her body. But now she was bored with it. All the passion had gone from their relationship, all the excitement, leaving her feeling loved, but not wanted.

She knew how the evening would go. Darren had plans with some of his friends, so before going out he would give her an orgasm, making it as quick as possible. Then he would move slowly in and out of her until he found his release, not understanding that, physically, she felt nothing.

She had tried talking to him, of course she had, but every time it fell on deaf ears. Whenever she showed him she wanted more, he would hold her tightly and tell her ‘not until she was fully healed’. He would never believe her when she said she was as recovered as she ever would be. Nothing would remove the damage to her leg, but having sex wouldn’t aggregate it. She even got her doctor to speak to him, but, as usual, Darren knew best.

She thought about turning him down, faking a headache or something, but then he would sulk. He thought he was doing her a favour by sexually satisfying her before he went out, but she was always left far from satisfied. At least she had Ninja Couples to look forward to. It was much more enjoyable watching it while Darren wasn’t around, especially if Angie was on the other end of the line. And he would be back late, leaving her plenty of time to have fun with her vibrator.

So instead of pulling away, she kissed him back. Even his kisses were always soft and gentle. And they did absolutely nothing to turn her on.

As he took her hand and helped her stand, she glanced at the clock on the wall. Thankfully she wouldn’t have to put up with him for much longer.

He led her to the bedroom. Of course he led her to the bedroom; it was the only place they were intimate anymore. God forbid they had sex on the sofa. She might fall off and hurt her injured leg. No, the only safe place was in the middle of the bed, or so the gospel according to Saint Darren said.

Despite everything, she did still love him. Things had been great between them until she injured herself and she hoped they would be again one day, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to believe it was possible.

Once in the bedroom, she removed her clothes. She could remember a time when he would practically rip them off her, but now he wouldn’t even undress her in case he wasn’t gentle enough. What harm did he think pulling her jeans off was going to do?

As usual, Darren was eager to reach a climax before heading to the pub and his clothes were off before Eloise had finished unbuttoning her blouse. He sighed impatiently as he watched her undress. The look he gave her showed he still thought she had a great body. As did his erection.

Once she was naked, she lay on the bed and glanced at her chest of drawers. The bottom drawer contained all her sexy underwear, which she no longer bothered to wear. What was the point? It wouldn’t change anything.

When Darren climbed onto the bed, she closed her eyes. As always, he kissed her on the lips, making no attempt to open her mouth with his tongue, before moving onto her neck. He used to gently nibble, but not anymore. Now his teeth remained hidden behind his lips.

Starting below her ear, he trailed kisses down her neck then along her collarbone. Just having him touching her like that used to turn her on, back when she knew what excitement was to come. Now it irritated her.

His mouth made its way to her breasts and he took one nipple into his mouth while his fingers found the other one. Her body reacted as it always did, her nipples stiffening and her back arching almost involuntarily. But the foreplay wouldn’t last long. He had a deadline and he was determined to make it to the pub at the agreed time.

All too soon he released her nipples and made his way down her stomach, kissing around her navel and stopping once he reached the top of her pubic hair. He hated that she had stopped shaving down there, but she didn’t care. If he wanted her hair removed, he could do it himself. But of course he wouldn’t. After all, putting her legs in the right position might aggravate her injury, or so he insisted.

He parted her outer lips and she braced herself. She longed to be teased. Darren used to open her inner lips with his tongue, pushing it inside her as though it was a miniature penis. Then he would make his way upward, leaving a trail of saliva from her opening to the part she wanted to be touched the most, but not quite reaching it. Then he would make his way back down, continuing the process over and over until she was so turned on she was close to begging him to touch her where she wanted to be touched. He was an expert at reading her body and always obliged before she was forced to say the words.

But that was back in the good old days before she was injured. Now he did none of that, going straight for her clitoris and taking it into his mouth.

It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, it was just too soon. She wanted the build-up, the anticipation.

He spent a few moments alternating between sucking on her and flicking her most sensitive part with his tongue and feelings started to build within her.

When he moved his head away and began to massage her clitoris with his thumb, she didn’t have to open her eyes to know he had placed two fingers of his other hand in his mouth to make them wet.

As he slowly pushed them inside her, he continued to rub her clitoris. He always went straight for the two fingers, as though it would make her orgasm quicker. She would have liked him to have started with just one and then insert the other once she had gotten used to having the first inside her, to add to the excitement. But there was no point in telling him this. He would ignore it, just like everything else she said.

As his fingers moved in and out of her, she could feel him watching her, but she didn’t smile. She didn’t let her mouth open to emit sounds of ecstasy. Why should she? Why make him think he was giving her more pleasure than he was?

His fingers did feel good as he kept up a slow and steady pace and his thumb on her clitoris was making the feelings more intense. Her orgasm was building and she wanted to tell him to go harder, deeper, faster, but she knew he wouldn’t.

As it often did these days, at least when she wasn’t alone, her orgasm disappointed her. One minute she was enjoying the feeling of it building, the next her body was quivering as she peaked, then came down the other side. But she hadn’t felt it. One minute it was close, the next it had been and gone without her realising.

Her legs twitched as Darren continued to touch her intimately, but as soon as he noticed her body’s reaction, he withdrew his fingers. She had been satisfied, now it was his turn.

He moved so he was kneeling next to her and when she opened her eyes, she saw him holding his penis out toward her. She rolled over so she was supporting herself with one arm and used the other to take his penis into her hand. He wanted quick relief so maybe he would be satisfied with a blowjob.

She pumped it a few times before taking it into her mouth. He wasn’t large and, if she positioned herself right, she could fit him all in, but tonight she didn’t bother. She didn’t like the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat and avoided it whenever she could.

If he wasn’t in a hurry, he would have enjoyed her licking his penis from top to bottom, playing with the tip with her tongue, but he wouldn’t want that now. Instead she pumped him while sucking on him, silently praying he would soon cum.

Unfortunately, he had other ideas. Before things went too far, he pulled away from her and told her to lie back down and spread her legs.

From the bedside table, he took a tube of lubricant out of the top drawer and smeared a small amount over his penis. Then he positioned himself over her and slowly entered her. If she had not already had an orgasm (at least her body was telling her she had one even if she hadn’t felt it), the feeling of him sliding into her would have been exquisite. Now it felt like an intrusion. At least it didn’t hurt. He never went fast or hard enough for it to cause her any discomfort.

She tried to enjoy it, she really did, focusing on Darren and what he was doing, but she couldn’t feel any excitement. Her mind drifted to the fun she would have later, once she was alone.

Darren began to moan and she knew he would soon finish. His body shuddered and he collapsed on top of her.

When he rolled off, she forced herself to speak. Did you actually enjoy that?

He looked at her as though she had gone insane and said the sun was purple or something equally ridiculous. Of course I did. I always enjoy making love with you.

But don’t you miss the excitement?

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Of course I do, but your recovery is more important. Now I have to go.

Once again, he had shut down the conversation before it had really started, but Eloise persisted.

Maybe next time, I can go on top. It would be good exercise for my leg.

He shook his head. Stop trying to push yourself. I don’t want to risk you making the damage worse.

He turned his back to her while he got dressed, signalling the end of the discussion.

Eloise sighed and laid back down. Why did she bother even trying to talk to him?

As soon as he was dressed, he kissed the top of her head and informed her he would be late so she shouldn’t wait up for him.

She waited until she heard the front door close before dragging herself off the bed and heading to the