by Briggs, Jo
“I would rather not say – something from my past.”
“I am not planning on hurting you if that is what worries you. Just want to enjoy your company as much as possible before I have head back to reality. Is that so wrong?” He tried to reassure her.
Indi blushed. “No, there isn’t”
“Would it help if we laid some ground rules, so there is no misunderstanding later?” This was something he had planned to ask for anyway. He wanted an understanding that they would enjoy what Sicily had to offer them, but apart from any generic snippets of his life already in, the public domain he didn’t want to talk about his life back home. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share it with her, but he didn’t want her to ask any probing questions that might unearth his intention to marry someone else as soon as he got back.
“Perhaps.” She tilted her head.
It didn’t take him long to convince her into accepting his idea.
“Does that mean I get to kiss you finally?” He turned fully to face her. A glimpse of unconcealed desire hinted on his features, but he didn’t lean inward to test the question.
“Maybe, if you allowed me to eat some of the food first.” A teasing glint came in her eye as she resolved to put any lingering doubts out of her mind, now that she’d given him a positive answer.
He laughed. “I think I can manage to wait for five more minutes, to allow you something to eat, but I’m not sure I could resist you beyond that.” A serious, determined look had come back over his face as he reached up to touch her cheek and experience the feel of her soft skin against the back of his hand. “I promise you that I’ll do everything to make sure you never regret this.”
“I appreciate the sentiment. Let’s eat,” Indi smiled, leaned in toward him and kissed his lips gently, catching him by surprise, but then pulling away again before he’d enough time to gather her in his arms and deepen the kiss, as would have been his intention now she’d initiated the first move.
It didn’t take them long to devour the light lunch, and enjoy the refreshing wine he selected. Their conversation between bites flowed easily as they discussed her music aspirations. As they had been eating with their hands, Indi took the opportunity to clean the remainder of crumbs from her hands in the nearby pool of seawater.
“So are you going to show me some of your work now?” She gestured to the large closed sketchpad resting on the blanket nearby.
He nodded shyly. “I will if, in return, you will allow me to draw you.”
“What, today?”
“Yes. What could be a more dramatic backdrop to a gorgeous woman than the sandy coastline we’re sitting on right now? Especially with the colours of the Mediterranean foliage added into the palette.”
“Okay.” She agreed with an edge of reluctance.
“Since it’s still rather hot, maybe we should start with some with your top on, and avoid too much exposure until it’s cooled down, then move on some bikini ones under the covered terrace.”
Indi reddened but did as he requested.
For the next couple of hours, they sat chatting casually, debating their differing viewpoints on various subjects while he tried to concentrate on creating a true likeness of her face and body on the heavyweight paper within the sketchbook. Once he was finally happy with the progress he’d made, he suggested they moved up to the hammock area of her villa, bringing the remaining lunch and wine with them.
He convinced her to remove her beach cover-up, and to pose lying in one of the double hammocks in the shaded terrace area of her villa. She seems to be more relaxed as they moved onto their second glass of wine.
As Indi removed the dark top over her head, Grey’s eyes were on stalks as the bikini was revealed for the first time. He drank in her long shapely bronze legs that drifted into side ties of the bikini bottoms, narrow waist, a jewel piercing in her navel, and two generous mounds of soft flesh covered by a halter neck styled top. He certainly would enjoy burying his face in those he couldn’t help but think.
Despite her small ribcage, there were more than two handfuls there just begging to be caressed. He let out a sharp breath, trying to curb his ardor as he felt her iridescent green orbs staring up at him from the hammock as she settled down into a reclined position as he requested.
“Comfortable?” He asked, trying to keep the strangled breath as he recovered his power of speech.
“Think so.” She smiled back, oblivious to the effect she was had on him.
His lack of concentration made it take him over an hour to complete the piece to his approval, twice as long as it usually took. In addition, he’d spent an extra twenty minutes going over, and adding and erasing strokes before he allowed himself to put the pencils down. As he fought to keep his focus on the precision of strokes, the conversation has lapsed to a comfortable silence, allowing Indi to doze off into a light sleep as the soothing swinging momentum of the hammock lulled her into total relaxation.
Grey took his time placing his art supplies together before moving closer to the hammock to rouse her softly from her snooze. Before he attempted to wake her, he allowed his eyes to rest on her red, plump lips that were slightly ajar glistening with moisture as she ran her tongue gently over them. Her long mass of chocolate caramel curls was fanned around her face in a becoming dishevelled arrangement that continued to discompose his restrained stance. Nervous that he’d been watching her sleep for quite a while, he placed a hand lightly on her arm and spoke her name gently. He would have been mortified if she’d opened her eyes to find him standing over her, leering at her before he’d a chance to wake her.
“Mmm.” A slight moan escaped her throat as his touch and voice stirred her from her slumber. They both blushed as she opened her eyes and found him staring down to her. “Did I fall asleep?”
“You did, briefly.” Grey replied as he continued to try to resist the urge to run his hand through her loose curls, as she looked back at him all soft and vulnerable, amongst the hammock and pillows she was leaning back on.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be, it was probably boring posing for me for so long.” He winked at her, and a grin spread over his mouth, dimples on full display.
“I hope I didn’t ruin your sketch?” She asked tried to ease her way out of the hammock.
“No, you were perfect. I doubt you could take an awful photo, or similar.” He complimented, moving closer to the hammock as he saw Indi struggling to get out of the hammock. Without giving it a second thought, he placed one strong arm around her waist, and the other under her legs, and lifted her effortlessly.
She slid her arms around his neck and snuggled up against his chest as the bare skin around her ribcage was brushed with his fingers in a caress.
Hearing a sharp intake of his own breath, Indi lifted her head shyly to look up at his face. He could not conceal the evident desire she evoked in him, the blue iris of his eyes mixed up with flecks of black as his pupils fully dilated with emotion. His lips touched hers soft at first, but developed into a harder impression as the urgency built.
No words were spoken as Grey lifted his head from her slightly bruised lips and moved, from their standing position, to continue carrying her over to the sunken lounge area inside the villa. He laid her back on the long, soft cushioned four-seater sofa, before continuing to trail light kisses all over her face, behind her ear and down her neck as her repeated gasps of delight and wandering hands caressing his back through the t-shirt he still wore, encouraged him on.
Leaning back, he met her gaze. “Sure?”
“Very.” Her voice low.
He moved his lips back to her collarbone before burying his face between the luscious breasts he had been fantasising about for days. His tongue slide in between her cleavage in a downward motion as he continued his body’s descent down to her navel while his tongue never losing contact with her skin. As his body moved downwards, his hands remained on her breasts, pushing them together in a teasing motion causing the rough
material of the bikini top to rub on her nipples.
He continued onwards until his was level with her bikini bottoms, pulling at the flimsy bow at the side that was holding them in place they fell away from her body, revealing just the tiniest strip of trimmed hair he had seen.
Looking up at her, Grey let out a groan. “You are fucking perfect,” he mumbled as he buried his face between her apex, eager to taste the sweetness that glistened from her arousal. She was already wet and ready for what he had planned. But what did he actually have planned? To fuck her for a few weeks, pretend it didn’t mean anything then marry a bitch he loathed and forget all about their time together here. No, he knew he was going to have to go through with his plan of bringing his father down in spite of the distaste that left him with. He needed to focus on family loyalty to his siblings rather than his father.
Shaking the deep ache that such a line of thought produced from his head as quickly as it came, he moved his tongue into the folds, finding her pulsating clit, his lips clamping down on it and sucking hard while he inserted two fingers within her entrance, preparing her for his rock hard length.
Bringing her to a shuddering climax in record time even for him, Indi looked dazed, almost drugged with pleasure as she screamed for him to do it again.
Smiling, Grey obliged. He liked his women well groomed, responsive and begging for more; all of which she certainly was.
“Which one is your bedroom?” He questioned, straightening up after making her come for a second time.
“The second door.” Her raspy voice answered as he lifted her up from the sofa and into his strong embrace. Carrying her to where she had indicated, he threw open the door before placing her beside the bed.
Standing in front of her, in one fluid movement his hand had loosened the bikini top at her back and neck, so that too fell away from her flawless body.
Exhaling a breath, his gaze fell to her breasts, heavy and certainly more than a handful. Bending his knees slightly so his was mouth was more level he nuzzled at the outer circle of the each nipple, making soft satisfying noises as he did so. All the time, Indi’s hands were flexing in and out of his hair as her breathing rate became more rapid with each intake of air, her head tilted back.
The noises increased as Indi’s hands roamed from his hair downwards to his hard muscular stomach and further to where his hair started to thicken as it disappeared beyond the waistband of his low riding short. Pushing down the waistband of his shorts, his thick penis sprung free from the restrictive material.
The feel of her palm wrapped around him, gliding up and down almost made him spill his seed there and then. “Climb on the bed, baby. I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside of you.”
As she positioned herself in the middle of the bed, Grey made fast work of pushing his shorts fully down his legs and almost ripping the t-shirt from his torso in anticipation of sinking his flesh inside her core.
“There are some condoms in the drawer.” She croaked as she stared intently at his erection bouncing to attention as he climbed on the bed, intent on positioning himself over her body.
Leaning over, he pulled the drawer out and found the silver foil packet he needed if he were going to get to fulfil his urge anytime soon. Fumbling with it for a few moments, he was finally sheathed with protection and poised above her quivering body.
Placing his powerful arms either side of her torso, he levered himself up above her aroused body while guiding her legs to spread wider so allowing him to slide between them. Moving one of his hands between her legs, he inhaled sharply at the sensation of his rock-hard cock pressing against her wet folds.
“Fuck Grey, please I need you now.” Her whimpering begging was his undoing. Any hesitancy he might have felt dissipating with those words.
Tilting his hips forward her dewy slickness eased his length into her core with just one thrust; he concentrated on her face throughout the motion wanting to enjoy the look of pleasure etched on her features.
Indi moaned lustfully as he filled her perfectly. He stopped moving allowing her muscles to adjust around him while enjoying the sensation of being deep inside this irresistible woman.
“God, baby you feel so tight.” He whispered, leaning down to give her a passionate kiss as he started to thrust forward in slow, deep thrusts as her muscles began to tremble and unclench as she relaxed beneath him.
Indi instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to increase the tempo of his thrusts. Her eyes were closed, her breath ragged as the momentum of his fullness rubbing in and out ripped ever-increasing volumes of pleasure from her lips.
They were soon lost in the daze of thrusting to a mutual rhythm as she reached the height of her rapture, hearing her utter his name in a sexy growl of euphoria caused him to spill his seed deep within her.
Although Grey had been with ceaseless stream of woman since the band had hit the high times, he'd never felt anything so extreme before, the feel of her skin, the sensation of being buried deep inside her was intoxicating and addictive as he made love to her for a second and third time in quick succession.
Consumed - Indi
That afternoon and evening together set a precedent for the next week, they would rise early before most tourists would dream of going exploring. It allowed them spontaneous moments of privacy when their erogenous zones gained a pleasure workout out in the open. Lunch always would be prepared and on the beach when they returned, followed by a leisurely swim in the sea, and a private dinner for two in her villa.
The second week of their time started much the same as the first. They were going to explore the idea of visiting Mount Etna and Cefalu that he’d made at their initial dinner together.
Grey would tell her no more than they were taking a tour of Etna itself, and some of the towns at the base of the mountain. She wanted to start purchasing some rustic gifts for her sisters.
“Why are we turning off here?” Indi asked as they sat in the back of the car being driven by one of Grey’s bodyguards, which had suddenly turned off the road, and onto on a dirt track. “Should we not have continued on the main road for some more miles?”
“I’ve arranged an alternative method of transportation for us, for the rest of the way to Etna.”
“Alternative?”
“I think you will receive your answer if you look out the window when we reach the corner in front." He indicated a collection of farm-like buildings up ahead, around which the dirt track veered off to the left to circumvent them.
Horses of varying colours and size stood outside their stalls, with bags of hay ready for the munching while their manes and coats were brushed down by several stable hands. A look of astonishment spread over Indi’s face as it dawned on her what the alternative transportation method would be as she took in the hive of the activity in the stable-yard. “You mean we’re going trekking up Etna on a horse?” Indi said with uncertainty, not realising such a thing was even possible.
“Yes, some of the way at least, there is a lot of scenic farmlands with olive groves and vineyards. A week of riding would do it more justice, but I thought you would enjoy a taste of the experience since you said you had ridden well since you were a child.”
Indi reached over, and squeezed his hand, “Thank you, this is fabulous.” She was extremely touched by the gesture. He was continually surprising her with his thoughtfulness regarding what she wanted to do each day. She was unable to stop herself from opening her heart to him more and more. Every time he made such a gesture, she had to stop and remind herself this was just a holiday romance with a rock star she had worshipped for years. Even now a week into their dalliance she couldn’t believe she was involved with him. He had a way of making her feel so remarkable that she had not even given any thought to the pain she had left behind.
The trail they were taking would cover the craters created by old lava flows from a 1980 eruption, passing through a wooded area of pine and larch in the territory of Castiglione di Sicili
a, then onto the northern slopes of the volcano giving spectacular views of the Alcantara valley.
Due to both of them having long legs and tall frames, each of them was given a sixteen-hand Sicilian and Arab crossbreed. It was just going to be a private party of the four of them, along with their guide. The party rode with the guide in front, Grey and Indi side by side, and Adam and Hayden hanging back slightly, giving them some privacy for their conversations while still keeping their employer safe from all potential security breaches.
The first part of the ride had lasted for three hours before they stopped for a swift picnic lunch provided by the horse riding company. Indi took the opportunity to take a barrage of photos with her film SLR camera; she preferred the ability to develop her own pictures the old-fashioned way, in contrast to digital pictures on a memory card, although she did use a digital camera as a backup on occasion.
After their break for lunch, they spent another two hours passing through fragrant pine, and oak woodlands, until they reached a boutique chalet hotel where they would be spending the night.
Indi was disconcerted by this part of the trip as she’d not brought any nightclothes with her, originally thinking they would be only gone for the day.
“I’ve nothing with me.” Indi said uncomfortably as they stood in the reception area waiting to check in. Her beautiful face was horror stricken as she found the idea of wearing the same clothes two days in a row incomprehensible to her girlish sensibilities.
“Don’t worry, I planned ahead for you.” Grey beamed devilishly as he pointed to two overnight bags.
Indi curiously opened up the two bags, and in one of them recognised several items of clothing belong to her.
“How did you get these?” Indi stammered nonsensically.
“I had your maid collected them together yesterday, when you went out shopping. I knew you would want to have some of your items with you if we were going to be staying overnight, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
