Sexy Summers (Sexy Series) (14 page)

I moan quietly, immersed, thoroughly lost in the moment. His tongue so forceful, the slight, barely audible grunt that escapes his throat sends evidence of my arousal straight to my knickers. My hand weaves through his soft hair, clasping at tufts and yanking gently.

He walks me backwards towards the wall by the stairs and presses me against it, not breaking the connection once. He slides his free hand down my back, over my bottom and between my legs, lifting me effortlessly so my legs wrap around his waist, our faces level. The feel of his strong fingers pressing against me only spurs my need more, I tingle and clench, our kiss escalating into a wild, salacious pash.

"Oh for fucks sake, seriously? I'm right here... she's like my sister, mate..." Oliver's disturbed groan interrupts our moment, and we pull away from each other guiltily. Luke slowly lowers me to the ground, staring intently into my eyes... I shyly break the eye contact, looking down before sheepishly over to Oliver.

"Sorry, Olly... I got a bit carried away. Won't happen again."

"Sorry, dude." Luke adds.

"Too damn right it won't, I need to scrub my eyeballs with a scourer after that, gross." Olly says with a shiver, making me giggle.

"Alright, alright, it's not
that
bad, I'm not
actually
your sister, you know. I'm sure you wouldn't cringe at the thought of Clare getting down and dirty..." I know it's wicked of me, but I couldn't help it, I want to see his reaction, and bingo... it's exactly as I thought. Oliver shakes his head and looks down, stuttering.

"Well, er, that's, you know - totally different, we have a different relationship, and it would probably still be a bit, you know, uh... weird... and that..."

If I wanted a clear as day answer - that was it. And if that wasn't enough for me to know that these two have definitely shagged, as Clare makes her way down the stairs, looking incredibly hot in her tight jeans, sheer, partially sequined pink blouse and nude, suede stilettos - Oliver's eyeballs practically fall out of his head. It's classic, he clearly can't hide his attraction to her - even if he desperately wanted to, which I'm sure he does.
Where have I been? How long has this been going on?
His eyes drag from her feet up to her beautifully wavy, thick blonde hair, his mouth slightly ajar.

It's getting awkward, so, as I have already made him feel unnecessarily uncomfortable, I decide to throw him a bone and break the ice. "Ready Clare?" I ask.

"Looking sexy, girl!" Luke adds, stepping over to her and kissing her cheek.

"Thank you Luke, and yes, I'm ready. Just need to get my ugly ski coat on..."

"Yeah, me too," I say, laughing, moving to pull away from Luke, to go and get my jacket, when he grabs my hand, stopping me.

"No, wait, I've got something for you..." He lets go, leaving me at the bottom of the stairs with Clare, and walks purposefully to the back of the far sofa. He retrieves a large box, and walks straight back over, handing it to me. It's so much heavier than Luke makes it look.

I frown - smiling, wondering what on earth this is... it's like a bloody wedding dress box. I take it over to the sofa, Luke following me, and start to remove the lid. I brush aside some tissue only to find my hands deeply buried in the softest, most luxurious fur I've ever felt.

"I bought you a coat, thought you might find it useful here," he says, casually, as if it's nothing. He reaches down into the box from beside me, and pulls out the coat. My mouth drops open as I see it in full length; the most incredibly gorgeous, Dennis Basso, designer fur; the large, lengthy collar, a rich, deep shade of charcoal grey, so perfectly soft. The main fur of the shin length coat, a beautiful mocha brown, in luscious, fat, horizontal ridges.

I slowly look up at his face, he is casually holding out the coat, waiting for me to turn and slip my hands into the liquid silk lining. I am stunned, fuck buddies don't buy each other fur coats worth - most likely - many thousands of dollars... do they? "Luke..." I whisper, looking dazed into his unusually innocent, sparkly blue eyes, "I... it's..."

"Beautiful, huh? Come on, Princess, arms in." I turn and hold my arms behind me, as he effortlessly slides the elegant coat up to my shoulders. The huge collar brushes my jaw and cheeks, I feel a million dollars. I slip my hands into the silky pockets and draw the coat to a close at my front, I feel cocooned, safe and warm inside.

"Wow, Til! It's stunning!" Clare cries enthusiastically from the stairs, reminding me that there are still other people in the room.

I nod with her and turn to Luke again, he's grabbing his keys from a side table casually, as if he gives ladies furs all the time... maybe he does...

"That sounds like the car pulling up outside, shall we go?" he says.

"Luke, I... thank you so much, I don't know what to say."

He waves his hand and grabs a random cowboy hat that I hadn't noticed, sitting on the back of one sofa. He places it down on the top of his head, flicking the front of the rim with his finger.
Fuck me, that is one sexy cowboy...
The boots, I've seen plenty, but I have never seen the man in that hat before...
phwoar
... he is bringing that to bed tonight!

"Nothing, Til, it's just a coat. You look damn hot in it though, I picked well."

"When did you get it?"

"Just after I left you to get ready, I'd already made a call so it was easy - I've got contacts."
Hmm, probably not the first fur purchase he has made, then. Just how much money do personal trainers earn?
He pauses, looking me up and down, before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. Burying his face in my neck, almost knocking his hat off, he kisses me and mumbles against my skin, "You're gonna let me fuck your god damn brains out wearing that, and not a lot else, sweet-cheeks."

I giggle and press my palms against his torso, my tiny hands barely emerging from the ends of the fluffy sleeves, "fine by me, as long as you wear that hat... and not a lot else."

He growls against my neck and squeezes me tightly, before releasing me slowly to turn and adjust himself, away from view.

I look over at Oliver who is curling his lip in disgust, and Clare, who's grinning, cheekily, like she's seen something she shouldn't have. "Suppose I'm going to be the one to look like a tramp in my ski coat then!" she says with a roll of her eyes.

"You could never look like a tramp, Clare, you look hot." Olly says, clearly meaning every word, but looking slightly awkward.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, shall we head out to the car?" I ask, needing to get out of this house so I don't cancel the night out and jump Luke right here and now on a side table, fur coat and cowboy hat 'n' all.

We all leave the house and make our way down the stairs to the limo, where we greet Bea, Daniel and Alexia before heading off to town. Bea apparently knew about my furry gift, and also had a beautiful new purchase herself, so she thoughtfully brought another short, hip length coat with a fur collar along for Clare, so she wouldn't be left out, and she looks hot in it; we all look so glam in these new extravagant items.

We get out of the car as we pull up in town, and organise ourselves. As Alexia steps out, Luke rushes forward to take her hand and help her out.

"Thanks, Lukey," she says with a big smile, and I feel a sudden rush of anger,
that's what I call him, not you - bitch
.

I continue to watch as he puts an arm around her and kisses her cheek. "You look smokin' tonight, Lex."

"So do you, you better make sure I get a dance later."

"As always, babycakes, as always."

Wow. The jealousy boils violently inside, I want to punch her in the fucking face, stupid bitch, that's
my
Luke, that's
my
dancing partner,
my
baby-daddy. I am shocked by the way I feel, I've never been jealous like this before, even when I was in love with Scott, I never felt the need to get violent with anyone, even after I found out he'd been shagging everything in a skirt. But she's doing my nut in. Ever since we got in the car they've been all chatty and giggly, and the fact that she doesn't talk to me at all just makes me think she's a jealous witch. I don't know why Bea thinks she's so great.

As I shoot daggers at the pair of them, I feel an arm link through mine. "They're just friends, Til," Bea whispers, and kisses me on the cheek.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I know. It's cool," I say, nonchalantly, like I wasn't just plotting to shove her under an oncoming steamroller.

"Good, as long as you do. She likes you, she's just a bit shy in social situations."

Like fuck she is.
"Yeah, fine, Bea. I don't have any issues," I lie. Bea nods in acceptance and releases my arm to join hips with Daniel again.

Luke tears himself away from '
babycakes'
and comes to stand with me, wrapping his arm around me and bending to kiss my lips, briefly. "I've been thinking about your naked body all the way here... I'm getting hard visualising inside your panties," he whispers in my ear. His low, breathy tone, raw and sexy, I fight the desire to grab his hand, bury it inside my coat and press it between my legs. His 'to-the-point' statement makes me laugh, completely forgetting about my thuggish jealousy of a moment ago.

"I'm glad you feel that way, I'm really horny for you, I want to make you come," I whisper back, smiling cheekily, knowing he'll be having to rearrange himself again soon. I bet Alexia wouldn't know where to start - getting him hard.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SATURDAY 22ND DECEMBER (CONT.)

We arrive at a nightclub after a short walk along the pretty, brick promenade. There is snow all around, but the walkway is (thankfully) clean for pedestrians. Two streams and rows of trees covered in Christmas fairy lights run down the centre of the promenade, with shops, restaurants and bars on either side. I am so grateful for this beautiful warm coat and the big man holding me close to him. I'm cosy and toasty in the freezing night air.

An impressive bar made of ice sits outside in the centre of the walkway, with patrons standing close-by, drinking tall flutes of champagne. We walk past and towards the main entrance to 'Escobar'. There is a large queue of people waiting behind thick, red ropes, but Daniel and Luke lead us straight past it, towards a large, bald man in a black suit and turtle neck, manning the door. When he notices the boys, he flashes a big, friendly grin and his intense, blue eyes sparkle.

"Jeff!" Daniel shouts, in greeting, obviously fond of the doorman.

"Danny, Luke, great to see you. Alexia, looking stunning this evening," he says as he reaches out to hug her. "Back for the holidays, and with some beautiful ladies, I see..."

"Jeff, this is the love of my life; Bea..." Daniel says, and I hear Clare swoon behind me, she's a sucker for romance.

"Well, what a pleasure to meet you, Bea," Jeff says, pulling her in for a hug, too.

"And her brother and friends are with us also," he says, quickly introducing Clare and Oliver.

"Jeff, it has been a while," Luke says, "I couldn't stand the distance any longer, I just had to see you." They laugh together before he introduces me. "And
my
amazing woman is Tilly."
His
amazing woman?
Ooh...

"Amazing? Probably. Beautiful? Definitely. Wonderful to meet you, Tilly." He opens his arms, beckoning me with his fingers and I step forward into his bear hug.

"You, too, Jeff." I say as I step back and out of his embrace. He unclips the rope from the post to let us all through, shaking the mens' hands and giving Clare a hug too. How very familiar of him.

We walk through the doors and down two flights of stairs that look strangely like a jetway to an aeroplane, and as we near the bottom, I immediately feel the stifling heat of an obviously bustling nightspot. A friendly, uber-cool looking blonde guy who clearly knows Luke and Daniel, meets us at the bottom and directs us through the packed venue to our VIP table at the back, complete with a stripper pole and private bathroom.
I hope we don't have to sit here all night and watch some bikini-clad contortionist opening and closing her legs around this pole. If I wanted to see someone's vag pop out the side of their thong, I'd go to a strip club.

The cool blonde guy - Ian - has a quick chat with Luke and disappears into the crowd. I stand and take a good look around me, taking in the atmosphere. On closer inspection, I notice that the club is set out like an aeroplane, with curved metal walls and screens where the windows would be. That would explain the entrance. I wonder if Daniel brought us here because of his and Bea's affection for aircraft, since they met on a plane.

It's jam packed in the club, super-loud and hyper but looks like a whole lot of fun. The music is fantastic, and should the situation have been different, I would have loved a full-on, alcohol fuelled dance sesh, followed by a full-on, alcohol fuelled sex sesh with Luke, back at the house. 

The eclectic mix of people could keep my eyes preoccupied all night. There are the groups, pretty much like us, 20-30 somethings from out of town; there's the 'jampiece' snowboard crowd; the moustaches; the fat, rich men with white hair, perma-tans and pinky rings; the over-cooked cougars; the 'undressed to impress' groups of young single girls looking for their sugar-daddies; the cowboy hats; the fur coats... it's fantastic!

"It's so cool in here!" Clare shouts to me, with a huge smile on her face. "Bloody hell, look at her over there!" And I follow her line of vision to another VIP table where one of the guests is stuck upside down on their stripper pole with her stiletto heel wedged into her bouffant hair-do. 

"Ouch! That's not what you want!" I say, laughing as we watch two of her male friends struggling to get her down.

"You going to show me how to do it?" Luke's voice surprises me as his arms wrap around me from behind. I casually hold them, slipping them a little higher so they sit just under my boobs; above Wriggler.

"Is there going to be a stripper?" I ask.

"No, this is for us to have fun on. Wanna give me a show?"

I turn in his arms and put mine casually around his neck. "I'd rather give you a private one."

"And there he goes..." he says, rolling his eyes and pulling me tightly against his body, so I can feel his erection though our clothes. I lean up and pull on his neck slightly so I can kiss him, his lips are so inviting, I can almost taste him already. Just as our lips touch, our eyes locked, our hearts beating wildly -
someone
disturbs us.

"Here's your champagne guys."
Oh my god, I'm going to slap her, I bet she chose that exact moment on purpose.
We both turn to Alexia who is holding two champagne flutes for us.

"Thanks, Lex," Luke says, taking an arm from around me to hold his glass.

"Yeah, thanks," I say, reluctantly, wishing I could throw it in her face.
Oh my god, Til, what the hell is wrong with you?

Luke sits on one of the couches and pulls me down onto his lap. We all toast together and everyone starts to drink. I put the glass to my lips and then place it back down on the table with the ice bucket, bottles of
Veuve Clicquot, Belvedere Vodka and glass jugs of soft drink and water. I look around and directly into the eyes of Clare who's frowning at me in question. It's not really a surprise to me, I would normally have had a half-glass swig of my first, given how much I adore it. I just mouth 'headache' at her and point to my head, looking away immediately, hoping to have answered satisfactorily enough to end the subject.

Bea and Daniel stand to talk to some people Daniel knows, and Oliver refills his and Clare's glasses as they chat together. Alexia talks to the blonde guy - Ian, again, leaving us alone. Thank god.

"So you like it here?" Luke asks loudly over the music as he kisses my neck.

"Yes, it's really cool. I like the layout."

"Have I told you how hot you look tonight, Princess?"

I giggle and wriggle in his lap, turning to face him. "Yes, you have. And you're looking damn hot yourself, cowboy, I love this look on you." I say, taking his hat off and putting it on my head.

He grins and brushes my fringe from my eyes, "A little big for you, maybe we'll get you one; suits you."

"So what are you? Snowboarding 'dude' or cool cowboy? Bad-boy or good-boy? Fun-loving wild boy or sophisticated gentleman? There are so many Lukes and I don't know which is the real one."

"Never judge a book by its cover, Til, you never know what treasures may lay inside. I'm all of those Lukes, and more."

I nod. "I'm happy with that, I like all of you," I say, resting one hand on his cheek and leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on his perfect, pert mouth.

"All of me, huh? Which bit is your favourite?"

I smile, "Oh, I don't know, could be your big strong arms that keep me warm when I'm cold, maybe your rock hard abs that tense when you're standing between my legs; or your thighs - those delicious, muscular thighs that I secretly stare at through your jeans. Maybe it's none of that, maybe it's your handsome face, your irresistible dimples, your soft mouth. Or... could just be your massive cock."

He laughs loudly and takes his hat back before holding the back of my neck and pulling me in for a long, slow kiss.

"I want to watch you come, right now."
Oh the good Lord Jesus Christ, I want him to watch me come right now, too...
I clench my inner muscles and wriggle in his lap again, feeling in need of a good-old rogering.

"Are you trying to frustrate me?"

"Not at all. I'm trying to get you to let me fuck you. Now."

"Now?" I ask, astounded, "Here? No chance!"

"Not right here, no." He looks at me, his head tilted to one side, assessing my reactions. "Do you want to come?"

I pout, a smile forcing its way through, "I always want to come, these days."

He stares into my eyes, his face seriously contemplating something, deliberating whether or not to go ahead with it.

"Come with me," he says as he grabs my hand and stands, sliding me off his lap in the process. He peers around us and strolls casually, holding my hand, to the private toilet, nearby. Punching in a code, he slips in, pulling me behind him, and slams the door, pressing me up against it, forcefully.

"You want me," he says, one of those phrases that turns us on, ridiculously so.

"
You
want
me
." I respond, mixing it up a bit.

"You want my cock, baby."

"Oh yeah? You want my..."

"Your..?"

"My aching... hot... wet..."

"Uh huh..." he grunts, breathing deeply, running his nose up the side of my neck and kissing my jaw.

"Pussy."

I watch as his eyes clench shut and his forehead wrinkles with his frown, both of his hands pressed against the door, either side of my head.  "Jesus, Tilly..." His face moves like lightning, pressing against mine, his tongue entwined with mine before I even get a chance to react. I moan loudly, knowing that no one will hear us, and I hold his neck with both of my hands. Just the feel of his soft, warm skin on my hands makes my chest lurch, painfully.
Shit, I love him so much. Why do I have to love him? I love every inch of his gorgeous body.

His hands move from the door to my fly as the kiss increases in frustrated need, I need to come, I need him to make me come... and I need to feel him come, just as badly. He breaks away from the kiss and bends to kiss and lick my neck, my chest... he slides down my body until he reaches my fly. I pull off his hat so I can see his face, and drop it on the nearby sink.

He unfastens my trousers and pulls them down, along with my knickers, to my knees. He takes off my left shoe and then removes the jeans from that leg only. "Put your leg up on the sink, Til." he orders, and I do what he says.

I'm standing against the door, holding the handle in one hand, the wall with the other, with my legs wide open and a foot in the sink with his hat. He gazes between my legs and groans loudly. He closes the space between us, kneeling, hovering in front of my bits. His warm breath teasing me, his hands grabbing hold of each thigh, tightly, my flesh bulging through his splayed fingers.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Til..." and immediately I feel his hot, wet tongue run up my centre, making me cry out in ecstasy. He doesn't waste a minute, he's licking and lapping and kissing me over and over, it's so agonisingly good, I moan and cry out, continuously begging for more. I take my hand from the door knob and fist it in his hair, pulling hard.

He growls so loudly and presses his face against me, hard, moving down slightly and pushing his tongue inside me. It's so good. He moves back to my clitoris, where he sucks and flicks lightly with his tongue and I can feel it brewing deep inside, it's rolling through my body, thick and fast.

"Oh god, Luke, oh fuck yes..." I cry, preparing for it, getting ready for the imminent explosion to burst through my body, and as it hits, I cry a long, high pitched moan, my eyes locked on his head, moving between my legs. My foot kicks against the far side of the sink, every muscle in my body tensing, his hands squeezing my thighs so hard, it hurts... pleasurably so.

"Oh fuck!" I shout, my standing leg weak, pulling his hair hard, unable to let go.
Holy fucking shit-balls, pregnant orgasms are the best!

I moan as he slowly runs his tongue up my centre again, before kissing all the way across my groin to my raised thigh. He releases my legs, leaving creamy-white hand prints, and holds my hips to keep me steady. He looks up at my face and licks his lips, sensually. "I love how you taste... how you come... there's something so special about Tilly."

I rest my head back against the door with a thud, panting, and I smile. He stands up against me, and kisses me hard.

"That was... totally amazing... oh wow," I murmur, still catching my breath from my crazy-incredible orgasm.

"Too right." He slips his hands around my waist, catching my blouse, pulling it tight against my belly.
Oh, please don't look down... "
I couldn't have waited to get home for that, Til."

"Well... I can't wait either." I say as I drag my hands down his hard chest to unbuckle his belt.

He steps back, shaking his head. "Not yet."
What the...?

"Why? I want to taste you, too..."

"I am so freakin' horny, baby, but I'm going to wait - I want to fuck you so hard, you'll still be feeling it next week."

"Fuck me then..."

"No, Princess. Make me wait for you... I want you to tease me until I'm ready to explode in my pants."