Sexy Hart (Sexy Series) (9 page)

I continue to enjoy feeling and tasting him until he calls out, urgently, for me to stop. “Come here, please…” he asks so I finish and do as he requests, crawling back up him to straddle his hips with my legs and bend to kiss his mouth. Feeling him between my legs is unbearable. I need him inside.

He holds my neck as he kisses me and suddenly flips us over, so he’s on top, and continues to kiss my mouth, my jaw, my neck… oh so heavenly.

He clutches my jaw with his open hand and presses me into the pillow as he kisses me, moaning loudly, excitedly, and he positions himself between my legs so he’s pressing against me.
Yes… oh yes! This is going to happen again!
I hate how I feel afterwards when we go back to forgetting it ever happened and being just best friends… but while it’s happening… oh god, I feel sexy as hell and oh-so-special.

He reaches over to the side table, still kissing me, and takes the condom, ripping open the wrapper with his teeth and discarding it on the floor. He moves both hands in-between my legs and does what he needs to do with the slippery, rubbery contraption, before bringing one hand back up to my face - the other gently caressing my clitoris - before guiding himself towards me and slowly pushing inside.

“Oh… yes…” I cry loudly as I feel him fill me, pushing deeper. It’s divine.

His moans match mine as he begins to move, grinding deep and slow, all the while kissing me like he’s more in love with me than anyone else in the world. How does he do that? No other man I have ever slept with is able to act so well - how does Oliver manage it? I suppose that’s why he’s so irresistible; girls can’t help but adore him when they see his wonderfully doting nature in the bedroom.

We move together, clinging on to one another and crying out in pleasure as we get closer and closer to ecstasy, his thrusts becoming harsher and faster. We lick and bite, growl and moan as we become more desperate; my fingernails have a mind of their own, digging into his flesh until it reddens - and again like someone has pressed a button, we both explode together, yelling each other’s names so loudly that the neighbouring rooms must be able to hear. Thank god everyone that knows us is further down the hallway.

It takes a good few minutes for us to come around, Oliver still heavily on top of me, panting,
our bodies hot and damp. “Wow…” he sighs, kissing my neck.

“Uh huh…” I respond between breaths, “…wow.”

“You know how to make the earth move, don’t you, darling?”

I giggle. “Well, some things just come naturally…”

He smiles against my neck and moans as he slips out of me and immediately crawls off the bed to head to the bathroom, to dispose of the condom, no doubt.

I lay still for a moment before coming to and crawling under the covers. It’s one thing being totally naked before sex - that’s exciting - but afterwards I become horribly self-conscious, like they’re going to see me differently now they're not super-horny and thinking about penis and vagina. I wonder if I should put clothes on… usually our sexual encounters aren’t over-night affairs, we have the fun and then say goodnight, but Oliver asked to stay this evening… I wonder if he’ll still want to.

“Hey…” he calls from the bathroom doorway, making me jump a little, “…what’s with the covers?”

“Oh… uh… I just felt a bit cold.”

“Okay, well I’ll just have to warm you up,” he says, crawling into bed next to me, under the covers, “give us a hug.”

He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me into him. Wow, I don’t think I’ve spooned in forever! Well, I have, of course, but not for a very,
very
long time. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m great. Did you enjoy that?”

“Do you need to ask? Clare, it was… uh… it was so good. I have thought that since the very first time we were intimate, a couple of years ago, but this time? This was… you were…” he exhales heavily.

“Maybe it’s because of everything with Stacy, maybe you just have a huge feeling of relief and coming here to be intimate with someone else - maybe it was what you needed.”

“Yeah, I am definitely relieved about Stacy… but it wasn’t about being with someone else, I have been thinking about this non-stop for weeks. With you. I’m sure you could tell the other night at the hospital - I couldn’t control it, I had wanted you for such a long time. And even after that, my need didn’t diminish; it just got stronger, like I proved myself right.”

“What do you mean proved yourself right?”

“Well, I suppose I’m always thinking how amazing doing this with you is… and then when it happens, it’s even better than in my imagination, leaving me wanting it again, straight away… So I know I’m right in wanting you. Now that Stacy has gone, I feel free to touch you and talk to you and now… have this kind of fun with you.”

“Oh, wow. But Oliver, we’re still friends, it’s all staying the same, isn’t it? I don’t want things to complicate our friendship; I would die if I lost you as a friend because of all of this…”

“Of course, that won’t happen. But this is happening more frequently between us, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I agree, we did it that first time and then that was it for a year or so. Then of course when the girls were in LA, then just before Aspen, then again, multiple times whilst there and then a few times since. I suppose if we’re not seeing anyone else, we can continue… if you want?”

“Oh, I want! And I like this stuff, too, we never stay the night or cuddle… and I wanna!” he says in a tantrum-like tone making me giggle.

He is surprising me so much with all of this… we both know we’re remaining friends and not lovers, but making a sex plan is actually quite fun! I’m not sure how I’d feel if he met someone else and this all had to stop though… but I don’t need to worry about that for now, it has only just started. “Okay, deal.”

“Great!” he says, excitedly, “And I love that you remember all of the times that we have been together… you write it in your diary so you’ll never forget me…”

I laugh, but he has no idea how much I have treasured those incredible moments with him. If I had a diary, I probably would have written all about them as a means to remember every tiny detail.

A few moments of silence pass as we lay together, and I suddenly feel the need to reassure myself about all of this. “Um, Oliver?”

“Uh huh?”

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

He chuckles. “Why? Trying to figure out if this is drunk talk?”

I smile, shyly, “Well, yes.”

He squeezes me tightly and kisses the back of my neck, just like we’re a proper couple. “Well you’ve no need to wonder, I’ve had a lot less than you tonight, and you aren’t particularly drunk so that should give you an idea. When I wake up tomorrow, I’m going to smile because we made this arrangement.”

I feel giddy all of a sudden and am thankful that I’m facing away from him as the broad smile on my face widens. “Okay.”

“And Clare…”

“Yes?” I ask as he buries his face between my neck and shoulder, squeezing my tightly in his muscular, strong arms.

“Happy Birthday, Darling.”

CHAPTER FIVE

TUESDAY 18TH JUNE

Kisses, kisses, kisses
. So many kisses all over me. What a way to wake up on one’s birthday. Before I even open my eyes, I grin and snuggle into the warm body of my boy BFF behind me.

“Happy Birthday, gorgeous,” he says, running his hand up and down my side.

“Mmm,” I stretch, thoroughly contented, opening my eyes to the stunning view from the huge window ahead, “thank you. Again. And good morning - we forgot to close the curtains, it looks beautiful out there today.”

“It does, I’m looking forward to whatever we do to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” I ask, wondering if he’s talking about our new ‘agreement’.

“Um… well it is your birthday, or had you forgotten in the last fifteen seconds?”

I giggle.
Of course, stupid
. “Oh yeah, duh.”

“Are we meeting everyone for breakfast or shall we get some sent up?”

“Oh, I don’t think we discussed that, I only remember talking about doing lunch…”

“Sounds great. So we’ve got time for a bit more…” he kisses my neck and glides his hand up my body to cup one of my breasts, my nipple clamped between two of his fingers, “a bit more naughty?” He thrusts his hips forward slowly so I can feel how ready he is against my bottom.

I’m already in a trance, having his hands on my body does things to me. “Oh… yes. Let’s.”

And that’s how this morning’s session began.

It’s very different today, for a start, it’s broad daylight; we’ve not done it in the day time… or even with the lights on before, apart from the hospital toilet but we were clothed and standing up - and this is really quite fantastic. I love being able to clearly see his features, his face as he concentrates on the pleasure he’s giving and receiving.

He’s always been magnificently handsome, we all know I have thought that since the day I met him, but when he’s hovering over me, telling me I’m beautiful and perfect, rhythmically making passionate love to me - he’s something else altogether.

As we’re both nearing that incredible climax, he kisses me softly and tells me that my body gets him harder than anyone else ever has, and that predictably speeds it up for me and I begin to moan as I feel those first tingles, the spasming, the heat that rushes through my body.

And then…
Knock, knock.

Oliver frowns as he continues to move, making sure it happens for me, working his hips so perfectly. “Holy fuck…” he says, his forehead sweating as I arch beneath him, my toes curling, the orgasm tearing through my body deep and hard.

“Oh… Oliver, Oh god! Yes!” I cry, ignoring the knock, forgetting that someone is right by the door - this is far too amazing to stop.

“Hey!
Clarey! Wakey wakey birthday girl!”

“No! Fuck!” Oliver whispers as he slows, ensuring I’m coming down before he stills. “Not now…”

“Oh… Oliver…” I whisper, ignoring Bea altogether. Very unlike me.

“Darling, that’s Bea at the door, you’re going to have to answer.”

“Yeah… in a bit…” I slur, sleepy and tired from that fabulous, rudely disturbed session.

He laughs quietly before kissing my forehead, lifting off me and walking towards the bathroom, gathering his belongings along the way. “Go and see Bea - I’ll wait in here.”

I smile and exhale loudly as I throw the covers back and walk leisurely to the wardrobe to get the hotel dressing gown. “Coming…”

I slowly open the door, putting too little effort into hiding my sex smirk, to find a beautifully presented Beatrice standing barefoot before me. She’s wearing a stunning stripy maxi-dress, tightly cinched in at her tiny-weeny waist, the oranges and teals doing wonderful things for her skin tone.

“Good morning, you look beautiful.”

Her excited smile compliments her pretty face. Gosh, my friends are gorgeous. “Thank you, doll, but who cares about that
?! Happy Birthday!” she cries, wrapping her arms around me. “Welcome to the ‘older’ club!”

I smile, “Thank you.”

She continues to hug me and I tense as I hear her take a couple of sniffs. “Hey! You smell!

“Gee, thanks…” I say dismissively, yet, nervously.

“Have you… has there been… oh my god - there has been sex in here hasn’t there?”

“What? What are you talking about? No! Of course not!” I cry, a little too
high pitched to be believed. How does she know these things? And why am I such a rubbish liar?

“Don’t keep secrets!” she moans, “Please, I’d love a bit of juicy gossip right now.” She steps back and takes a long look up and down. “You’ve got sex hair, you have man smell, your make-up is still on from last night, it’s ten in the morning and you’re not washed or dressed… I know it, I know there has been a man in this room,
Clarabella, and I want to know who! Please?” she asks in a whiney voice.

Shit. What the hell do I say?
“Uh… um… I had, I… um…”

She gasps loudly and throws her hand over her mouth. “You did!! Who was it? Oh my god! When did he leave?” she gasps loudly again, “Oh my god, he’s still here isn’t he?”

Holy shit. I need time to think! Um…
“Well… uh…” My cheeks must be bright red, I wasn’t expecting this. To be honest, I don’t know what I was expecting when I answered the door, it really is quite obvious if you know me, just by the way I look right now.

“You
so
know I’m going to be looking through my peephole non-stop to see who walks down this hallway…”

“Oh Bea, no, don’t do that…”

“Come on Clarey, don’t be like that, I want to see this hot stud…”

I put my forehead in my hand and sigh as I lean against the doorframe. I really have no idea how to get out of this one.

I look up at Bea just in time to see her jaw drop open, she takes a couple of steps back and her eyes widen until they almost pop out and tumble to the carpet.
What the…?

“Bea, leave her alone. You know she doesn’t like being on the spot. It was
me, okay? I’m the ‘hot stud’.”
What the fuck? What the hell is he doing?
This has always been a huge secret before, why is he letting Bea know now? Oh god, this is not good. First Stacy and the blowy, and now this!