Sexy Summers (Sexy Series)

by Lovell, Dani

  "That won't be boring for you?" he asks and I shake my head vigorously.

  "Definitely not! I'd love to watch you doing your thing!"

  He pauses for a moment, considering my suggestion, "Okay, cool, if you want to do that, let's do it, but only if you're sure you'll like it."

  "I'm certain. Yay! I can't wait for you to excite me on those slopes."

  Luke snickers and squeezes my thighs a little tighter, "You know I can turn you on wherever we are..."

  I return the snicker and agree, "I won't argue with that, bad-boy."

  As we walk into the driveway, a few minutes later, I loosen my hold on him, preparing for him to release me.

  "Uh-uh, not yet," he says walking towards his hire car and unlocking it with the key in his pocket. He walks towards the boot and opens it wide.

  'What are we doing?" I ask.

  "I want to get you something... in the trunk," he says with amusement, and I look inside and see nothing but a big, duck down coat.

  He moves it to cover the hard rim of the outer edge of the boot floor and just as I go to question what he's doing, he pulls off another impressive wrestling move, flipping me from his back to his front, and quickly lowering me so I'm laying on my back in the boot, my legs still hooked around his waist.

  "Whoa!" I cry in surprise as he leans down on top of me and kisses me through a huge smile. He reaches behind himself to my feet and pulls off my boots, dropping them to the ground below him. He then kisses me again, slowly biting my lip whilst moving his hands to my fly to unfasten it.

  "I thought you were getting me something in the trunk?" I ask in a whisper and he looks into my eyes, his twinkling with mischief.

  "I am; I'm getting you fucked in the trunk," and with that, he steps back and yanks my trousers and knickers down, pulling them off one leg completely. Grateful for my jacket covering my belly, I revel in the naughty moment. As he sees to his own fly, I have a quick look around us; the boot of the car is facing the house, pulled right up to the wooden garage door. As the main house is up another level, there aren't any windows near us. To the left of us is the side of the stone flight of steps, and to the right, thick trees separating this property from the next. We're totally safe to fuck like rabbits until the others get back from their day on the slopes. Not that it'll take that long.

  He leans back down on top of me, guiding himself to me. He nudges forward, pushing against me but not quite inside and I moan desperately, closing my eyes in anticipation. He starts to unzip my coat and I quickly grab his hand in mine, squeezing it, and I guide it up to my head. I rip my hat off and put his hand around my ponytail. "Hold my hair," I demand, never having tried this before but needing something else to preoccupy his hand.

  "Won't it hurt?" he asks, breathing heavily, hankering for the inevitable first thrust.

  "I think I'll like it, just do it..."

  And immediately, he groans and eases himself inside me, slowly. I cry out in ecstasy, I've been so desperate for this feeling since the gondola. His hand tugs on my ponytail at the same time, yanking my head back and that, combined with the overriding pleasure of his cock burrowing deeper and deeper inside me, is out-of-this-world-amazing.

  I grunt, loudly, unable to keep quiet, and I couldn't give a shit. I have the hottest, most delicious man pumping his hard meat inside me and the world can just fucking know about it.

  "You want me so bad, baby..."

  "Oh Luke!" I cry, "I so fucking do, so, so, so badly," I respond, emphasising the correct use of the last word.

  He chuckles and pounds into me again, "We're in the middle of a serious... grr...." he pauses and growls as he thrusts again, "a serious fucking in the trunk of my car, and you're giving me a grammar... oh fuck... uh... a grammar lesson..."

  It's my turn to giggle, briefly, before I switch straight back to moaning in ecstasy. "Badly, oh yes, Luke! ...Badly..." I cry out loud, grabbing hold of his buttocks and squeezing, trying to pull him deeper, make him go faster, anything to make me come. I squeeze so hard it must pinch because he makes another loud growl and shouts out before pulling on my ponytail, jolting my head back.

  "Oh fuck!" I cry out, in pure pleasure.

  "Shit, sorry, Til," he whispers, as he continues to thrust harder and faster.

  "No, I like it... yank my hair, pull it, it's so good..."

  I move my hands from his bum to his head, pulling off his hat and threading my fingers into his hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling, forcefully.

  "Oh, yeah, god..." he moans, tightening his hold on my ponytail again and returning his lips to mine.

  He thrusts, I grind my pelvis repeatedly, and we kiss like we'll never get enough; it's hot, needy and so frigging good. He feels so big, so hard, so bloody incredible; pounding into me. The waves build higher and higher, I'm totally on the brink and I'm going to crash so fucking hard...

  He breaks from the kiss, keeping up the exquisite rhythm, and runs his tongue up the side of my neck to my ear, taking the lobe in his mouth and biting down gently as he pulls on my hair making me explode violently around him, yelling loudly and gripping tufts of his hair tightly.

  "Ah, fuck!" he yells and he slams into me, forcing me further into the boot, my head pressed against the seat backs. His eyes squeezed closed, breath held, his face the most amorous picture that you'd only ever see in a moment of sheer, sexual pleasure. "Oh, god!" he whispers, collapsing on top of me, burying his face in my neck, "so hot, so... so hot."

  I hook my feet together around him, squeezing him between my thighs, clamping him tightly against me. I still have my trousers and knickers hanging off one leg, his bum is hanging right out of his trousers and we're half lying in his car, half standing on the driveway. If anyone saw us now, they'd probably laugh themselves stupid. I giggle, quietly, just thinking about what we must look like from outside.

  "Another, less enthusiastic lover, might be self conscious about this laughter..." he mumbles against my neck, lazily, not moving an inch.

  I laugh louder, turning the slight giggle into a deep, belly bouncing guffaw. He slowly lifts his head and gazes down at my face, his eyes glazed, his dimples - beautiful. "Seriously, if it were anyone else..."

  I jovially swat his huge bicep, hardly touching him through his thick jacket, and snort as I try to talk through the fit of giggles. "No, no..." I manage, "it was amazing, and super fun as always..." I take a short break to calm the giggles and say with a smile, "I was just chuckling at what we must look like, and then you made me laugh more..."

  He takes a look behind him, at his bum and my legs, and laughs with me, "Well naturally I knew my sex was great, and yeah, I see your point. But I don't give a fuck, it's a big trunk, I'm getting in there with you..." he says as he proceeds to clamber in with me, bum in the air like a crazed nutter. God, you've got to love this man.

  CHAPTER SIX

  SATURDAY 22ND DECEMBER

  A cool breeze blows my hair from my face and I roll over in bed, opening my eyes - to find I am all alone. He can't have been gone long; I stirred not so long ago to his lips on my neck, his arms tightly wrapped around me, whispering in my ear about being sexy and beautiful and all that smooth-talking gibber jabber that I love.

  I rub my eyes as I sit up and look around, noticing the curtains moving from the open balcony door. We definitely didn't go to sleep with it open...

  Last night was fantastic fun, but so relaxing, too. It was great to feel like 'me' again, around my friends. After the sesh in the boot of the car, we came in and chilled out in front of the fire for a while, laughing and chatting about his Aspen slope friends and how he and Daniel have enjoyed trips here a couple of times a year, since they met.

  When Clare and Oliver got back from skiing, they told us that Bea and Daniel would be having dinner with us, and when they arrived, Pam laid on the most delicious buffet style dinner I have ever eaten. I seriously stuffed mine and Wriggler's faces to maximum capacity.

  Afterwards, we all sat around the fire aga
in and talked well into the night. Bea and Daniel curled up together on one sofa, occasionally taking themselves from the conversation to smile lovingly at each other and share a kiss or two. I was transfixed, bizarrely - watching their every move, feeling how powerful their love for one another is. I never thought these revolting words would ever come out of my mouth, but their love is simply beautiful.

  I can't imagine ever having someone feel for me, how Daniel feels for Bea. She is so lucky to have someone as wonderful as he is - love her so much, but I hope he counts himself just as lucky because Bea is one of the most amazing girls on the planet. The best friend anyone could hope for, and, as is plain for all to see, a besotted, doting girlfriend. What a couple; disgustingly beautiful to look at and so incredibly happy.

  Clare and Olly sat on another sofa together, but as you'd expect from 'just friends' - they weren't all over each other. Clare wants to think again, though, if she thinks I didn't notice the awkward glances they gave each other every time Bea and Daniel, or Luke and I shared a kiss or a cuddle. I really want to know the deal with these two; they have had sex, for sure, but is there anything else going on? I hope he's not fucking her about, I'll cut his flipping balls off with a spoon if I find out he's playing games with her.

  She's so sweet and innocent, not a loud mouth like me or strong minded like Bea, she's a gorgeous girl inside and out, who'd never hurt a fly and who is constantly shocked by the shitty ways of the world.

  As for Luke and I - well, like I said, we too had a kiss here and there, I sat curled on his lap, his big, strong arms wrapped around me the whole time. We shared the odd, whispered, private joke about car 'trunks' and 'outdoor pursuits' making us both laugh together, and it made me think that to Bea and Daniel, this must be like watching us in LA, because this is exactly how we were then. Only I had no idea how much easier it was then, to have no secret, to have no fear that - although I was leaving, I didn't have to worry that I may never see him again. Oh god, I hope that he will want something to do with Wriggler, I couldn't bear it if he disappeared completely. I wouldn't expect him to settle down as a family, but I would do anything for my baby to have a dad that wanted to know. A dad like mine.

  ~~~~~~~

  I kick back the covers and drag myself out of the cosy bed, wrapping the blanket around me as I stroll towards the balcony. Approaching, I see him leaning against the railing facing my favourite view of the garden, wearing his tracksuit bottoms and a white t-shirt. His huge, broad back hunched as he leans forward, each and every muscle on display through his top, I can't help but fall a little deeper. Here he stands, all alone, having no idea that I am gazing at his delicious, sexy body, wanting nothing more than for him to love me and our baby, to complete our family unit. Wow, these revelations... how Tilly has changed.

  I approach him silently and rest my body against his back, wrapping my arms and the blanket around his tummy. He turns his head in surprise and then looks back out to the trees, letting go of the railing and crossing his arms over mine.

  "Morning Princess," he whispers, and I notice his usual, jovial, morning personality has gone awry, leaving a calm, thoughtful one in its place. I'm not complaining, he doesn't seem sad or unhappy, just a little... preoccupied.

  "Good morning, bad-boy, why are you out here?"

  "I was awake and you were still sleeping, I wanted to catch some of the dawn that we enjoyed so much yesterday. I think this early morning Aspen smell will always remind me of Tilly Burton."

  I smile, snuggling my cheek into his warm back. I hope that's true, I hope he does remember things about me forever. Well, once he knows about Wriggler, I'm sure he'll never forget me completely. "I really enjoyed that. I'm enjoying this, too, aren't you cold?"

  He stands straight and tugs at one of my arms, guiding me around to his front. He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. The warmth of his body through his t-shirt welcomes me into his embrace. "No, I'm not cold, but you can keep me warm anyway."

  "Okay." I respond, more than willing, enjoying the closeness. He must be feeling some of what I'm feeling... he just must be. I know the type of bloke he is, and I know he doesn't hold his usual type of women like this - he doesn't stick around long enough to feel anything for those women. He does feel something for me, it might not be as much as I feel for him, and he might not want the things that I want... but he definitely feels more than he does for anyone else. Apart from that girl he won't talk about.

  "So, what shall we do today? I still have a lot of places to show you, or, I thought that maybe we could just hang out here all day?"

  "Oh yeah?" I ask with a grin, looking up at his face, "You mean in bed?"

  He returns the smile and winks, "Well... in bed... maybe take a stroll in the yard again... maybe kick Pam out and use the kitchen again, see what other rooms we can relax in."

  I giggle, "I like it, let's do that. We have plenty more days to go out and explore." And I'm so frigging horny, I'll take everything he offers me. A day of Luke sex... I don't think anyone could say no to that, especially a horny pregnant person.

  He looks into my face and unexpectedly shouts, "Woohoo!" in a high pitched, excited, girly fashion, making me howl, before he picks me up and runs inside with me, throwing me on the bed from quite a distance, and leaping on top of me.

  ~~~~~~~

  We wake up together, in the media room of this stunning house, in the early evening after a day full of fun, amazing sex. We've worked our way around the house, and found some rooms I never even knew were here. This being one of them. It's a gorgeous room, not the type of 'cinema' you see on 'MTV Cribs', but a much more cosy, homely one. There is a huge screen, of course, but instead of big leather recliners on several levels, this is just a dark, luxurious room, with comfy, fabric sofas surrounding the screen.

  We decided to come in here and watch a film, but managed to pash for the entire duration. We've had so much sex today, I don't think either of us had the energy to go at it again, and it was just so great to lay on this sofa together, cuddling and kissing... I never want to give this up. We eventually fell asleep together, I lay on top of his huge, hard body, and he held me, tightly.

  As we stir, my head is on his chest, facing away from the screen, and one of my hands rests on his peck, the other holding on to his bicep.

  "Hey, sweet-cheeks," he says, his voice gravelly and tired, "that was a good sleep."

  I stretch slightly, not wanting to move from his embrace. "It was great, you're a comfy mattress."

  "Sure I am, but that's because you're so itty-bitty, you barely cover a half of me."

  I grin against his chest, loving it. "I don't want to move from here, do we have to?"

  "We gotta get up, Til, we've probably missed the food..." he takes his hand off my back to check his watch, "yeah, it's six, and don't forget we're out tonight."

  "Oh, I completely forgot about that. Yeah, we should get up, I'm bloody starving, too. Damn it."

  "I'll fix you something, babycakes," he says, stretching his arms above his head as I start to move away from his warm body.

  I totally forgot that we all arranged to go out tonight. Bea said last night that her parents, Emily and Eddy-boy are out for dinner with Rose and Henry; Daniel's parents, so they thought we should go for a night out. I have to get my wits about me before we go, I need an excuse as to why I won't be drinking, I don't think I can fake it again, I must have killed numerous plants with vodka since finding out about Wriggler; someone is going to notice one of these days.

  It helps that when everyone else is drunk, they don't notice the sober person, pretending to be drunk. I haven't been out that much since Wriggler, but our crowd has always gone to the pub at least twice a week, and I was always there before. I didn't want to go after I found out, and I avoided it as best I could, but when everyone started texting me, asking what was up, I had to start making an effort in order to hide my secret. I could have just told them the truth, but call me old fashioned - I think
the dad has a right to know before my friends.

  I look down as I stand and drag my eyes from his toes towards his delicious face, pausing as I get to his middle. His t-shirt has ridden up on one side, flashing a few abs, and his low slung trousers expose his hip... I can see that sexy trail of hair traveling from his belly button down... down... disappearing into his waistband. And as I focus on that region, I notice his seriously impressive erection, dancing up and down under his trousers.

  Shit. I shiver from the sudden spasm between my legs - I want to run my nose down that happy trail, I want to pull back that waistband and see my prize, then slowly lick the bead of liquid off the top... I know it'll be there. Then I'll gently take his swollen, rounded tip in my mouth and close my lips around him...

  "Hey... up here, Princess." He snaps me back to reality, staring at me with the biggest, most amused smile on his beautiful face. Those dimples! "See something you like?"

  'Yep. Your big fat erection."

  He laughs loudly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He's even sexy when he laughs... of course he is, that's one of the first things I loved about him; funny and sexy.

  He wiggles his eyebrows and hooks his thumb in his waistband, slowly etching it lower, showing me more and more of that sexy (neatly trimmed) hair. I glance up at his face and he winks, blowing me a kiss before saying, "Later, beautiful. Later."

  I frown and pout like a child, stomping my foot and turning my head away from him, and in two shakes of a lamb's tail, I'm in the air, cradled in his arms. '"Poor Tilly's not a happy baby..." he says, kissing my cheek, "just a few hours and you can suck it like vacuum cleaner."

  I turn to his face and smile, my tantrum gone, "Good. 'Cause I'm gonna. Might even catch you unawares in a quiet corner of the bar, later."