Stranger at the beach house (10 page)

“Are you on birth control, Rose?”
he asked gently.

 
“Yes,” I whispered.

“I’m clean, Sweetheart and I’d
really like to feel you completely naked,” he smiled, stroking his hand across
the side of my face. Shit, I hadn’t been tested but I had only ever had sex
with a condom, even with Daniel. Probably down to my subconscious instinct that
he was screwing around.

“I’ve never done it without,” I
whispered and he grabbed my wrists, pulling both my arms swiftly above my head.

“I want you to grab that and
don’t let go,” he said firmly as my fingers curled around the bars of the giant
headboard. “Do you understand, Rose? Do not let go. I think it’s time I kept my
promise”. My body was on fire as he spoke, barely over my last orgasm, swollen
and sensitive and as he rotated his hips to tease me with his erection, I
shuddered in anticipation. He was huge and hard and ready to go again.

 
I shivered in delight and nodded as he
caressed his hands over my outstretched arms and slowly down my sides until he
held a firm grip on my hips. There was no gentle touching this time as he
guided his cock towards my soaked, engorged lips and I knew this would be
intoxicatingly brutal. “Don’t let go,” he repeated, a low groan emanating from
his throat as he thrust his powerful erection deep inside me, filling every
inch of me until there was nothing left. “Are you OK?” he asked quickly as I
gasped loudly and cried out. I nodded, my eyes closed and watering from the
sudden invasion, pain mixed with pleasure as I felt every glorious ridge and
vein of his naked throbbing cock.

“Look at me, Rose?” he demanded
and I responded with a breathy “yes”, opening my eyes as he thrust again and
again, each stroke more forceful and powerful than the last until I was utterly
lost, my body enslaved by the formidable force that was possessing me, owning
me.

My nerves were singing, red hot
and relishing the erotic onslaught as I gripped the headboard tighter and
tighter, my body taking over, hips bucking to meet each vigorous thrust. All
thought was lost and I was only vaguely aware of my gasping breath as he set my
slick body alight and I began my descent into the ecstatic vortex. He pounded
harder and harder until waves of pleasure overtook my senses and I cried out
his name as he threw back his head, his pulsing cock filling me with hot liquid
cum.

I was boneless, breathless and
utterly sated as my body began its slow recovery. Sam was close, holding me
tightly, breathing heavily as I ran my fingers over his back and arms,
lingering over his sculptured muscles, my mouth on his neck relishing the sweet
saltiness. “Sweetheart,” he smiled, lifting his head to gently kiss first my
swollen mouth and then my forehead, blue eyes eclipsed by pools of black
holding my gaze.

 
“
Mmmmm
,” was all I
could manage as I fell asleep, utterly satisfied and completely exhausted.

Waking from my slumber I realised
that my earlier hangover had gone and so had Sam, the ruffled white bedding the
only clue as to what had taken place half an hour earlier. I rose quickly,
scrabbling around for my underwear and pulled on Sam’s white cotton T- shirt,
still discarded on the floor and padded off to find him. I could hear him in mission
HQ. The door was open, the screens were a riot of movement and colour but the
sound was mute and he was facing them, legs stretched out in front of him, his
feet crossed.

I leaned against the doorframe,
ready to call out when he started to speak. “Get everyone on it, J, the whole
team,” he said firmly into the receiver. “You stay on my project but put all
your people on this. I don’t care about your caseload. Have you forgotten how
much I’m paying you?” Shit, he sounded angry. I was suddenly embarrassed with
my eavesdropping and turned to tiptoe away as the chair moved and he spun to
face me before I could beat my quiet retreat, my flushed face and anxious
expression betraying my discomfort.

He beckoned me onto his lap as I
crept over, sitting on his knee and curling against his hard bare chest,
tucking my head beneath his chin. “You send me every detail as soon as you get
it,” he finished and hung up.

“Trouble?”
I asked as he lifted my chin, planting a
warm soft kiss on my eager mouth. “Nothing I can’t handle, Sweetheart,” he
smiled.

 
“I didn’t realise you were on the phone, Sam.
Who’s ‘J’, is that like ‘M’ in the films?” I smiled back. I still hadn’t ruled
out him being a secret agent and speaking to someone by their initial notched
another tick against the spy box on my mental checklist.

 
“No,” he laughed, unable to contain it and
squeezed me tight with both arms. “It’s ‘J’ as in Jason, Rose”.

“Is he dealing with your
situation?” I quizzed as he rolled his eyes, his beautiful grin lighting those
stunning features.

“One of them,” he said still
beaming as he motioned for me to get up. What?

“There’s more than one?” I
gasped, my stunned stare fixed on his twinkling eyes.

“Right now, Rose there
are
several. But by far the most pressing is getting some
caffeine into me and my very inquisitive girl,” he said, and there it was, the
captivating, all conquering smile and I couldn’t suppress my grin.

I could hear my phone ringing as
I made my way down the hall, running to the bedroom to retrieve it from the
pocket of my crumpled dress and making my way back towards the kitchen. Sam was
fiddling with the state of the art coffee machine. Leaning against the kitchen
worktop, with only my underwear and his T shirt barely covering my modesty I
watched him moving gracefully, hardly believing the most amazing morning with
this gorgeous man had just happened.

“Lizzie,” I answered the
demanding ring. “How are you?” I asked quickly, smiling at Sam. “Great, Rose, I
can’t wait to see you and fill you in with everything that’s happened. It’s all
moved so quickly. But this is not for the phone. I really need to see your
reaction,” she said and I laughed.
 
Lizzie sounded as excited as I had ever known her. “When are you
coming?” I asked.

 
“We’re driving up when Dave’s finished work so
it will be pretty late. We’re going to stay at my mum’s tonight so she can see
Alfie
, and she’s going to have him overnight for us
tomorrow so we can come and celebrate properly with you. It’s been ages since
we’ve had a good night out and we are seriously looking forward to it. Are we
OK to sleep at your place?” she asked.

“Definitely, Lizzie, stay at mine
tomorrow. The last thing your mum needs is you crashing in pissed at 3am
singing Abba, waking the baby and demanding she make you cheese on toast,” I
said as Sam turned around, a light puzzled smile on his face.

“Any developments with the hot
neighbour, Rose?” she asked as my face flushed. I knew she wouldn’t be fobbed
off and I could hardly go into detail now with him walking towards me holding
out a steaming hot latte.

 
“Yes,” I smiled gazing at Sam, “you could say
that”.

 
“I want details. Will we meet him tomorrow
night?” she squealed down the line. Shit, I hadn’t thought this one through.

 
“I don’t know. He might not be able to get
out”. Harry had already told me that Sam didn’t go out. I was frowning, still
holding his gaze as he pointed his finger towards his chest to silently enquire
whether he was the topic of conversation. I nodded.

“Why the hell not?
I really want to meet him, Rose,
size him up on the hot-o-meter. From your description I’m expecting big
things,” she laughed. Christ, she didn’t know the half of it I smiled to
myself.

 
“So where do you want to go? Shall we do a
Chinese and then hit the town, Lizzie, it would be a good idea to line our
stomachs first, especially since you and Dave are so out of practice?” I said
in an effort to buy some time.

 
“Great idea, Rose, stuff our faces with the
best Mr Hong has to offer and then lay into the cocktails. It sounds like a
plan. Dave has only been once and still swears it’s the best Chinese he’s ever
had, he’ll be stoked”.

 
I was laughing, still holding Sam’s gaze as he
started nodding as if to indicate that he’d come, but I had to be sure. “Just a
second, Lizzie,” I said quickly, holding the phone to my chest in a bid to
muffle the sound. “You’ll come?” I grinned at Sam, unable to stifle my delight.

“Yes,” he nodded, a puzzled smile
breaking across his features. “Harry is coming up tomorrow, I’ll book us a
table,” he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which it
wasn’t. Not for a recluse anyway.

Lifting the phone to my ear I
couldn’t control the ridiculous smile dominating my face. “Sam’s coming, Lizzie,
and Harry will too. I’ll give Joy a call as well and see if she can make it.
It’ll be like old times,” I laughed.

Lizzie wasn’t stupid and she had
already caught on. “Is he there now?” she giggled.

“Yes,” I flushed.

 
“I see. That explains your reticence to part
with the details. Old times plus the
hottie
,” she
chuckled. “We’ll get to yours for seven for pre dinner cocktails and get a taxi
from there. I can’t wait, Rose.
Toodles
,” she
laughed.

 
“See you tomorrow, Lizzie,” I smiled, putting
down the phone and gazing at Sam.

“I can’t believe your coming,” I
grinned excitedly and was rewarded with the devastating smile.

 
“Why?” he laughed. God, this man was a
mystery.

“Well because according to Harry
you don’t go out, and I thought you were supposed to be keeping a low profile,”
I smiled.

“Well, Rose,” he said softly,
moving to engulf me in his strong arms as I buried my head in his chest,
inhaling his heavenly scent. “I want to get to know your friends and contrary
to popular opinion I’m not a fucking hermit. It’s a Chinese meal and a few
drinks in town, I’m sure I can manage to blend in,” he laughed as I lifted my
head and took a step back, fixing him with a disbelieving stare.

“I’m sorry to have to be the one
to break this to you, Sam, but
you
could never blend anywhere”, his beaming
smile
indicating that he knew exactly what I meant.

“I need to ring Joy,” I said,
picking up my phone. “Can you book a table for about quarter to eight and a
taxi for half seven?” I asked Sam as he nodded.

 
“Don’t you want to see if Joy can make it
first?” he questioned as I shook my head. Her full and frank disclosure on
Thursday left me in no doubt that if Harry was going to be there, she would
make it alright. I snuck into the lounge as Sam indulged Mr Hong in friendly
conversation, not wanting to give him any clue about Joy’s feelings for Harry,
just in case it turned out not to be mutual.

She answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Joy, how are you?” I asked.

 
“Pissed off is how I am. I’ve got three
viewings for the apartment this weekend, my apartment. If any of these people
buy it before I can get this deposit together, Rose, I swear to God I’ll chain
myself to the bloody balcony,” she replied and I couldn’t help but laugh at her
dramatisation.
 
“It’s not funny, Rose, for
three months I’ve been showing people around and managed to put them off, I’m
running out of excuses for not selling it and Matthews has threatened to give
it to another agent,” she huffed.

“Try a trout behind the radiator.
Anyway I’ve got some news that might brighten your day,” I said, hoping to
hurry the conversation before Sam finished with Mr Hong and the taxi firm. “
Harry’s
coming up tomorrow and so are Dave and Lizzie.
We’re going for a Chinese and then into town. We’re meeting here at seven and the
meals at quarter to eight, can you make it?”
 
I asked and she didn’t pause for a second.

 
“Try and stop me,” she laughed, her mood
brightening instantly. “What about the God?” she asked. “He’s back and he’s
coming too,” I grinned.

“Excellent, but I won’t get to
you for seven. I’ll be too busy removing trout from the radiators of my future
home. I’ll meet you at the restaurant,” she said, clearly planning to take my
bizarre advice.

 
“See you tomorrow, Joy,” I laughed, making my
way back into the kitchen.

“Is she coming?” Sam smiled and
just that last word dripping from his velvet mouth had those familiar thoughts
racing through my brain again as I wrapped my arms around his taut tanned
frame.

“Yes and dying to see you, just
like the rest of the town. You can bet your arse you’re not going to manage low
profile,” I laughed. He pulled me close, laughing and running his hands down my
back.

“It’s not
my
arse I’m interested in,” he smiled seductively, sliding his
fingers further down and under the flimsy material of my panties, massaging my
buttocks firmly and pulling me even more closely into him.

It felt wonderful and my mouth
reached eagerly for his. “Beautiful,” he whispered as the passion in our kiss
intensified only to be halted by the familiar unwelcome sound of wheels on the
gravel drive outside. Damn it, not again. Sam pulled away smiling. “Hold that
thought,” he said, moving to open the door as the outline of a stranger
appeared in the glass. Suddenly remembering my lack of attire, I dove behind the
kitchen island in a bid for concealment. Who the hell was it? God, I hope they
weren’t coming in. This could be really embarrassing.

Chapter 9

“Delivery for Harry Thomas?” said
the deep voice from the doorway, passing Sam a dozen bags which he scattered
across the kitchen.

“A delivery for Harry?”
I questioned when the man had
gone, eyeing the bulging bags of groceries and narrowing my eyes.

 
“Low profile,” he whispered sexily, winking and smiling.

 
“I give up. Is your name even Sam?” I asked
sarcastically, suddenly realising how little I actually knew about the man who
was turning my life upside down.

 
“Of course,” he laughed, his blue eyes
sparkling. “Samuel Oscar Lawrence,” he grinned, stalking forward to grab my
waist and spin me around.

“So why did the delivery guy say
Harry?” I frowned, puzzled.

“Because I am sure Waitrose don’t
care whose name my shopping is in as long as they get paid,” he laughed as I
rolled my eyes, shaking my head. Christ, would I
ever
figure him out.

“And looking at all this I’m sure
they got paid an awful lot,” I said, pulling away and starting to load the bags
onto the kitchen surfaces as Dart came poking his nose through them searching
for any loose items to snack on. “Why so much stuff?” I queried as he followed
me, snaking his hands around me, this time from behind.

“Because, Lady, I said I wanted
to learn to cook and you are going to teach me,” he smiled, his sensual tone
igniting my centre, just like that.

“We are just going to start with
the basics, Sam,” I sighed exasperated as he continued to smile, nuzzling his
head into my neck.

“But I don’t know what the basics
are, Sweetheart,” he said as I shivered under his touch.

“So you thought you’d buy
everything?” I laughed.

“Yes,” he chuckled, planting small
kisses behind my earlobe as he squeezed me tighter. I stayed in his arms as I
turned to face him, enjoying the feeling of his hard body pressed against me.

“Well,” I challenged, “I trust
you can manage a sandwich”. His eyes twinkled as he glared at me in mock
offence and I couldn’t stifle my giggle. “OK, so you can manage a sandwich,” I
laughed.

“And pasta,” he interrupted,
smiling.

 
“And pasta. So, Samuel Oscar Lawrence, the
basics are what you could live on and not live without when the siege starts,”
I continued as his mouth curved into broad smile.

 
“I don’t have to think too hard about that
one. Chocolate cake,” he said as I looked at him, rolling my eyes.

“Seriously, Sam, chocolate cake
is not a basic meal for survival or an essential food group,” I laughed as he
hit me with his most dazzling smile.

“Yes it is, Sweetheart,” he
grinned and mesmerised by his glorious face I found myself unable to disagree,
moving further into him, my nipples hardening in response to my aching desire,
arousal stirring again between my thighs. His eyes closed as he ran a trail of
gentle kisses up my neck, drawing his teeth against my earlobe, letting out a
gentle sigh as he whispered “Oh no you don’t Lady, you’re going to teach me how
to cook first,” and I gasped as he gently pulled away holding my gaze. God,
this was going to be torture.

I busied myself collecting the
equipment and ingredients we needed for the chocolate cake as he put the
shopping away. Still dressed only in his T-shirt and black lace panties, I tried
desperately to distract my mind from the sexual thoughts invading my brain.
“I’m going to get dressed then,” I said as casually as I could manage, ambling
towards the door as he grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the heat of
his chest.

 
“I don’t think so. I want you just like that,”
he said turning me and kissing me hard, his hands firmly grabbing my hair.

I couldn’t help the soft moan
that emanated from my lips as he pulled away again, humour twinkling in the
black pools of his eyes. My passion was even more intense than it had been
before. He was playing with me. Jesus, I would have to make this the quickest
cooking lesson in history.

“Right, Mister,” I said firmly,
making my way to the worktop and placing the scales in front of him with a
recipe book opened at a page listing the ingredients for a chocolate cake and
pointing out the quantities required. “Measure all these ingredients out and
whack them in that bowl,” I said and I could see his gorgeous lips twitching as
he tried to suppress his smile.

 
“It says here that I have to do it in a
certain order. I need to cream the butter with the sugar first, whatever that
means,” he chuckled, reading the recipe as I turned a steely gaze on him.

“Ignore that,” I said
impatiently. There was no way I was waiting for him to make his way through
every step of that damn recipe when I was this sexually charged.

 
“Who’s the teacher here? Just measure the
ingredients, put them in the bowl and whisk them with this,” I glared, passing
him the electric whisk, switching the oven on and greasing two baking tins to
save a bit more time.

“Are you sure, Rose?” he asked
and he was really smiling now.

“Yes, Sam,” I said, trying to
suppress a giggle. “It will be fine, but you have to be quick or the
ingredients will curdle”. I couldn’t hold my laugh any longer.

“You’re a terrible teacher and a
terrible liar,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he met my gaze. “Measure those
quantities and just bloody whisk,” I replied tautly, stalking off in search of
an oven glove.

He had done as he was told and as
I returned to take a look at the chocolate mixture in the bowl I was amazed to
find that despite the rush, it looked surprisingly OK. “Well done,” I smiled,
moving next to him, endeared by the look of pride lighting his handsome
features. “Now you need to pour it evenly into the tins.”

He lifted the bowl, concentration
etched on his brow as he poured the mixture between the two, looking up when he
had finished as I nodded my encouragement. “Now we’ve just got to pop it in the
oven for 30 minutes or so and you will have made your first cake,” I smiled,
lifting the tins into the giant range.

 
“Half an hour?” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“What are we going to do for half an hour?”

Part of me wanted to suggest
washing up as a punishment for his erotic torment but who was I kidding, there
was only one thing I wanted and I was desperate for him. Sam seemed in no rush
however and happy to revel in my sexual anguish. “I want to lick the bowl,” he
said suggestively moving his finger to gather the remains of the chocolate
liquid, running his tongue over full lips as he tasted it. “
Mmmm
,”
he whispered, pulling me into him. “I wonder what it tastes like on you,” he
said, his dark gaze piercing mine and setting every inch of my skin alight. He
ran his fingers under the hem of the T- shirt, sending delectable shivers right
through me as he swiftly removed it, discarding it on the floor and leaving me
exposed, breathing heavily and incredibly aroused.

He held my gaze as he retrieved
more of the chocolate from the bowl, smearing it over the tight hard buds of my
nipples. His smoky eyes betrayed his own arousal and I moaned loudly as he
gently cupped my breasts, moving his tongue slowly in circular motions to taste
the liquid chocolate, sucking each nipple in turn as he stroked the other.
“Delicious,” he murmured, every touch sending pulsing sensations right down to
my clit. God he had not even touched me there yet and I could feel the
beginnings of an orgasm pulsing inside me.

Bringing his head up he possessed
my mouth with a kiss that was aggressive, sinful and utterly captivating,
exploring my mouth with his tongue and dominating my entire being. I was so
engrossed in the feel of him that I hadn’t even noticed him covering his
fingers in more of the fluid chocolate and gasped loudly as he slid my panties
to one side and gently rubbed the gooey substance over the swollen lips of my
pussy that were so desperate for his touch. “Now I really want to taste this,”
he whispered softly against my lips as he lowered, kissing my nipples and
stomach and I was whimpering as he moved his head between my legs, pulling the
fabric down until it reached the floor.

 
I shivered as his low growl reverberated
against my clit, his tongue exploring every inch of me in long slow strokes,
swirling around my swollen centre as he lapped up my juices and the warm, wet
chocolate. As the deep sensations of my impending orgasm built, I ran my hands
through his inky black hair, my muscles clenching tight as he drove his tongue
inside me, moaning hard. Involuntarily I ground myself against him, eager to
feel every sensation he was offering and coming closer and closer to my
release, and when he replaced his tongue with two long fingers, alternating
between a hungry sucking of my clit and soft circling strokes I couldn’t hold
back. Moaning and screaming his name, my body clenched against his fingers as I
lost myself in the most intense, shuddering orgasm.

He claimed my mouth with his as
he stood, taking my weight and holding my boneless body tightly. “Delicious
Sweetheart,” he whispered against my lips as I tried to recover from his mind
blowing assault on my senses. As my breathing returned to normal I could feel
the bulge of his erection pushing against my swollen tissues and moved my hands
to slowly and teasingly undo the button fly one by one as he groaned into my
mouth.

I pushed on the faded denim until
it fell to the floor and his huge erection sprung free. God, would I ever get
used to that sight I thought as I gasped in appreciation. “Your turn Baby,” I
whispered, kissing him softly and smearing my chocolate covered fingers over
the giant pulsing head of his cock as I lowered myself to the floor.

Peeking up through my lashes I
could see his eyes were burning dark with lust, his face etched in approval at
the pleasure to come and our gazes locked as I slid my tongue slowly over his
throbbing cock, taking the time to savour every inch, licking along the hard
ridge as he moaned my name and thrust his fingers into my hair. I moved my
mouth down along the shaft, slowly at first, building the pressure, my tongue
circling over the head and was rewarded with a glorious spurt of pre cum mixed
with creamy chocolate. Driving his cock harder and deeper into my mouth in
swift fluid motions, I blinked away my gag reflex as the grip of his hands
tightened in my hair. I was guided by his rhythm as he held my head, groaning
his enjoyment as I sucked and licked, lapping up his beautiful taste until my
cheeks burned.

My low moans vibrated against his
rigid cock as my thighs dripped in their own arousal, serving only to drive him
harder and faster towards climax. “Fucking hell, Rose,” he cried as his shaft
pounded my mouth, pulsing hot, salty cum all over my waiting tongue. I swallowed
every drop, sucking away the last of his orgasm and tracing a path over each
throbbing vein as the timer went off, alerting us to the readiness of our
chocolate cake.

I was hot, heady and somewhat
overwhelmed by the events of the morning. It had been truly amazing. I had no
desire whatsoever to pop this incredible bubble, standing as Sam pulled me
close in a lingering passionate assault on my mouth. I could taste him, me,
chocolate and as we parted, him still stroking my hair and back, I gazed into
his twinkling blue eyes and I knew I was in trouble. I shivered, pulling on my
underwear which was so wet it was practically useless.

 
“Stay there,” he said, strolling across the
room, confident and glorious in his nakedness, tanned muscles flexing as he strode,
every inch toned, hard and smooth and I revelled in the sight, feeling suddenly
self conscious, desperate for cover and very cold.

 
I opened the oven for some warmth and removed
the chocolate cake, placing the tins to cool and leaving the door open to enjoy
the hot blast of air when a warm fluffy robe covered my shivering skin from
behind, followed by the strong arms of a very hot man. “You look cold,
Sweetheart,” he whispered as I leaned back into him.

“How’s our cake?” he asked,
peering at the tins.

 
“Perfect,” I answered, in spite of the rush
job I laughed to myself.

“I doubt it tastes as delicious
as you,” he nuzzled into my neck as I instinctively tilted my head and I
couldn’t bring myself to break the intoxicating spell.

Dart padded in, enticed by the
wonderful aroma of the cake he couldn’t have and I giggled as he curled himself
around our legs, tail batting and looking up with hopeful eyes. “I’m going to
pop home for a shower and change. He’s going to need a walk,” I said, turning
and smiling at Sam. Holding me tighter still, he seemed in no mind to be
letting me go anywhere.

 
“Don’t go, Baby, stay and have a bath with
me,” he smiled.

“I need my stuff,” I said, not
really wanting to go anywhere.

 
“You nip and get what you need and I’ll run us
a bath. Then we can have lunch and take Dart out,” he said firmly and I guessed
he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

 
“OK,” I cuddled further into him.

 
“You get five minutes,” he smiled, raising his
eyebrows at me, “and then I’m coming to get you”. I let go of him, laughing and
making my way quickly through the lounge and the patio doors and home. I was
just as eager to get back to him as he was to have me stay which was a unique
experience as first sexual encounters went, for me anyway.

 
Most of the time it was awkwardness or
embarrassment that were the predominant features. Once a guy had even shaken my
hand which was utterly cringe worthy but had amused Lizzie no end. Today was
different, it felt special and right. I grabbed some clean warm clothes, my hairbrush,
make-up and a pair of boots suitable to walk Dart in. That would do for now I
thought, turning to find Sam loitering in the doorway. “That wasn’t even five
minutes Sam,” I laughed.