Sexy Summers (Sexy Series) (5 page)

"We'd have seriously good looking kids, you and I. Come on, let's go make one," he jokes, "come on..." he says, standing up and holding out a hand to me as I curl my body a little so I'm not lying flat out in front of him. I take his hand and he pulls me up off the sofa.

He walks to the kitchen and flicks the kettle on and I look at him, confused. "So... you want to do it while we boil the kettle again?"

He laughs out loud and walks towards me, "No, I want to show you something else first. After that, you can show me your ass and then make us some good looking babies."
Oh god, please stop going on about babies.

"Okay, I'm intrigued."

He makes us both a steamy cup of tea and asks me to follow him as he carries the cups up the stairs to the door right next to mine. I open it for him, and he leads me inside. It's quite similar in layout to mine, only with different furnishings and...
oh... a balcony.

I walk straight over to it as he opens a drawer and pulls out a t-shirt.

"Here," he says, "take your clothes off and put that on."

"What? Why?" I ask, confused.

"Just do it. You'll see." He turns to place the tea down on a unit and I whip my top off, throwing his t-shirt over my head in record time, before he can see me. I pull my trousers off and throw them on the nearby chair, so I'm left standing in the middle of the room, in his huge t-shirt and my ski socks.

Luke gazes at me and slowly strolls towards me, a sexy smile and those delicious dimples adorning his gorgeous face. As he reaches me, he tugs on either side of the t-shirt and pulls me into his body. He's so huge next to me. I'm short with a really small frame, and he is built like a brick shit house and nearly a foot taller than me. I wonder if his body would be quite as amazing if he wasn't a personal trainer.

"You have no idea how freakin' hot you are right now, baby. I want to fuck your god damn brains out."

I laugh, I don't know why I don't expect these comments to come out of his mouth, but they always take me by surprise.

"So, the thing you want to show me, is it your man-pole? Because if it is, I hate to break it to you, but I've kind of seen it already."

He grins, "You are definitely the funniest chick I know. And I know a lot of chicks."

"I'm sure you do. But I think we've established that we find each other super-funny, so what did you bring me here for?"

He leans down and lays a lingering, soft, open-mouthed kiss on my lips. My eyes close, I'm almost hypnotised by these kisses of his, I've missed him so much.

"Wake up," he says against my mouth, "I'm not finished with you." I grin and open my eyes as he releases me and quickly changes into some tracksuit bottoms and a sweatshirt, before sweeping the duvet off the bed. He tells me to sit and wait. He then opens the balcony door and disappears outside. A few moments later, he re-enters and collects the tea.
What the hell is he doing?

"Okay, Tilly, you can come out now." he calls and I make my way out to the covered balcony, shivering as I approach the door wearing nothing but the t-shirt. He's sitting in a huge, round, cushioned chair on the bedcovers. "Sit, baby," he says, patting his lap.

I sit on his lap and bend my legs up to my chest, squashing Wriggler, and he wraps the duvet around us both before handing me my tea.

"Relax and look around you."

He wraps his arms around me and I sink into his chest, enjoying this warm nest he's created. I sip my hot tea which is steaming out here in the snowy air, and look at the beautiful view, the same view I enjoyed earlier from my bedroom window. It's so peaceful and quiet."

"Wow, it's amazing out here."

"A Christmas winter wonderland, I thought you might like this."

"Oh I do, I love this. Thanks Lukey, you're a really thoughtful motherfucker, you know?"

He laughs a gorgeous, hearty laugh and kisses my head. "You are something else, girl. Drink your tea before it gets cold, it won't take long out here." he says, taking a long sip of his own. "Are your ears cold, Princess? I've got a couple of hats here..."

"No, my ears are okay for now, thank you." I rest against him and close my eyes, the urge to hug this huge, cute, adorable man becomes too much to resist. I put my cup down and turn to straddle him, under the covers, wrapping my arms around his muscular torso, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. My legs bent either side of his thighs, I squeeze him tightly, revelling in the comfort and warmth of Wriggler's daddy's body.

He puts his tea down and again, wraps his arms around me, sinking back into the chair. "I love how you can just curl up against me like that, and fit under my chin, you're so tiny."

"See, you do love me."

He chuckles and squeezes me tightly, "It wouldn't be too hard."
It would for you, you womanising philanderer. You gorgeous, beautiful, caring, sexy, womanising philanderer.

I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to keep him; to be wrapped up in these giant, protective arms every day, to feel the warmth radiating off his luscious body, have him hold me whenever I need it, have him want me, need me, love me...
Tilly! Watch yourself!

"Wanna sit on my dick, baby-girl? You got me hard as rock under here."

I burst out laughing, I can never feel sombre with Luke around, he turns that happy dial to 'max' as soon as my mood takes a nosedive, and without even knowing it, it seems.

"Do people ever come out here?" I ask, referring to the outside area below us, wondering how visible we are.

"Sure they do." He grins.

I grind against him and become immediately excited when I feel his erection throb even harder through his tracksuit bottoms. "You
are
hard as rock, Lukey, I think he needs a bit of attention down there."

"I think so too,
poor little bugger,
" he says in a terrible cockney accent. I giggle and reach underneath me to try to free him from his trousers. He lifts his bottom and slips them past his buttocks. I grind against his hard length, through the gusset of my lace knickers. It's so arousing, he's so arousing; watching his slightly amused but totally turned on face, hearing the grunt noise he's making under his breath. I slide my knickers to the side and grab hold of him, guiding him there.

"Hey, wait up..." he says.

"What? No! We're about to fuck here!" I cry out.

"Shh," he says through a laugh, "we need a condom."

"Oh what? Where are they?"

"Inside."

"Oh come on, Luke, you can't bring me to this point, and
not
let me put you inside me."

"Wow, so romantic," he says and I laugh again.

"Seriously though, Luke, we've already done it without, why can't we just carry on? It's fine, nothing can result from this... please? Let me sit on your big hard cock..." I say with a deep, comical, trying-too-hard-to-be-sexy voice.

"I want it so badly, baby, it feels so good..."

"So do it, just because you don't use a condom with me, doesn't mean you'll forget all the time. Let's have a couple of weeks without condoms... it's so nice to feel you properly, I never have sex without one, neither do you, so let's enjoy it, let's be naughty."

"You're such a bad influence," he says as he thrusts his pelvis up, forcing himself inside me.

"Oh fuck!" I cry, god, it feels so good. I ease down onto him fully, taking his whole length inside me and it's a feeling of complete and utter perfection.

I slowly move up and down, grinding with every down movement, riding him with expertise, still completely wrapped in the duvet.

"Feels so good, baby, you're so ready for me. You like this? You like riding me outside where anyone could see?" he growls quietly.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," I moan, "it's so good, it's so cold, but so hot... oh god yes, it's hot." I moan, increasing my rhythm, his strong hands on my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down against him. He moves one hand up to my chest and caresses one of my breasts making me moan louder.

"Shh, someone could be down there, or do you like that? You like someone hearing us and not knowing where we are?"

"Oh... oh yes, I like that..."

"You sound so freaking hot, right now, they're going to wish they were fucking you, they'll wish they were me sitting under you, watching you..."

"Uh huh, uh huh, yeah..." I say, my orgasm fast approaching, his talk doing so much for me, I love everything that's coming out of his mouth, his voice, deep and gravelly, it turns me on so much, every move we make together, every thrust he indulges me with. My muscles tense, my hands grip his shoulders, I lean forwards to bite his lip and the climax hits hard, crashing through me, taking everything I have, "I'm coming... oh god, yes, yes... uh!" I cry and he clasps his hand over my mouth to silence me as he grunts loudly, thrusting deep and hard inside me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my cheek against his, panting and moving slowly against him, coming down. He holds me tight, flush against his body, his heart beating wildly through his chest.

"Wow, that
was
fun..." I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, breathlessly.

"Amazing fun," he says, "we'll do
that
again before the holidays are out."

"Mmm, yeah. I am so tired."

"So sleep Princess, we've got nowhere to be," he says, softly, lifting me and cradling me sideways in his lap. He rearranges the covers so we're totally wrapped up. "You good?"

"Mmm, yes thanks." I smile and enjoy the closeness. "Luke, are your family sad not to be with you for Christmas?" I ask, purely because I wonder as I lay here on him, how there isn't a family somewhere, wanting this lovely man home.

"They're cool, we don't always see each other at Christmas because my parents divorced, so I've always spent alternate Christmas's with each of them. Now I'm grown-up, it just depends what we're all up to, as to where I spend it."

"How old were you when they split up? Don't answer that if it's too personal."

"No, not at all, I was about nine, I think, it wasn't a big deal, they were never really together anyway."

"So who did you live with?"

"My mom, but I saw my dad most weekends and for vacations and stuff like that. I was a happy kid, I didn't know any different. How about you? You missing your folks?" he asks.

"Um, no. My dad died when I was nineteen and I don't know my mum."

"I'm sorry, Til. You don't talk about it much, huh?"

"No. It makes me sad, talking about my dad. I miss him a lot, he was an amazing man. There's not a lot that upsets me, but thinking about him is one of the few things that does."

"Okay, let's stop talking about it."

"It's okay. Sometimes I like to talk about him, even if it makes me sad, just so everyone knows what a good man he was."

"Well, if he brought you and Gemma up, it's pretty obvious what a good man he was."

I smile up at his face, "You may be a bad-boy when it comes to the ladies, Luke, but you have a heart of gold, really. You're a good man, too."

"Alright, alright, you're totally in love with me, I get it."

I giggle and swat his peck. "You're totally in love with yourself."

"Til, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah..."

"I know you said you had a fun time with me over the summer, but did you really have a great time? I mean, I have never had so much fun with a girl before. I know you had fun, but, was it like,
amazing
fun or just... fun?"

I smile and look up at his face, "You're getting all insecure on me, that's a side of you I'd put money on never seeing."

"Insecure? Me? Pah! No, but seriously, I have wondered ever since, if you were feeling how I was, if you enjoyed yourself as much as I did."

"Yeah, I did. I had an incredible time, I was quite looking forward to having an LA fuck buddy to call up every time I went to my sister's... but I changed my mind about that when I started liking you for more than just sex."

"You say it like there's something wrong with liking me, am I that bad a catch?"

"Oh come on, Luke," I say with a grin, "you forget I was the female equivalent of you, we don't
do
more than sex. You're an amazing catch in some ways, but no one wants a man who can't keep his dick in his pants; no one wants a catch that doesn't want to be caught. Stop making out like you're the relationship type, I'm not even the relationship type, you don't need to play that game with me."

"I can keep my dick in my pants," he says with a frown and a pout, like a child.

"Have you ever
had
to keep your dick in your pants?"

"Once, yeah. A long, long time ago. And I didn't
have
to; I wanted to."

That does surprise me, I'm intrigued. "Really? Who was that? Didn't work out, obviously, did it fall out of your pants accidentally?" I ask playfully.

He smiles a very small, very shy sort of a smile, one I've never seen before. "Actually, no, it didn't. Hey, let's talk about something else, this is all a bit too deep for your first day in Aspen. What shall we do?"