The One Addicted (18 page)

“Ahh, baby. That’s it - imagine that they’re my hands.”

Seconds pass, I grow harder and her fingers drop to her stomach, her finger trailing down towards her mound. Perhaps another time, I’d enjoy the show, if I’d been inside her recently, but right now I had to have her!
 

“I cant wait to be buried in you. I’m going to fuck you, whilst sucking on your nipples and grinding against that perfect clit of yours.”

“Yes!”

“You’re going to come so hard you’ll see stars.”

“Ohhh…”

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Lu?”

I bury my face in her stomach, planting kisses across the soft skin at her navel. She smelled divine, her skin like silk. My cock is painful it’s so hard, as I feel it nudging at her entrance; the heat is scorching. I reach for her breast, kneading it, always amazed how it fits my hand to perfection and pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. She whimpers and begins to thrash, rotating her pussy around the tip of my cock - I can feel her excitement, what my touch is doing to her as liquid heat spills from her and onto me.

Her hands reach for me, graze my chest, my abs, my V and as she makes a play for my cock, I drive into her, my hands on both her thighs for extra support. I hear her sharp inhale at my entry and slow. Fuck have I hurt her?

“Don’t stop, baby… harder!”

Sweet Jesus, whatever I did to deserve this woman, I’ll keep doing it, I promise.

*****

I’m nervous.
 

I’m not normally so nervous, but tonight’s success or lack-of would change things for Elysium Interiors. It would bring in some necessary new business and force our competitors to sit up and start seeing us as real opponents.
No pressure then.

The long mirror on the back of the hotel room door tells me I look professional yet stylish. I’m pleased with my appearance - I’d only had an hour to get ready after practically throwing a naked Sebastian out into the corridor that joined our rooms. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms and I’d slept like the dead awakening to Seb’s movements in the bathroom. Thank goodness he’d got up or I’d have been late for the launch.

I smooth down my pencil skirt, hands skimming the heavily beaded fabric. It was a striking soft pewter-beige toned, two-piece from Dolly’s Boutique, and gifted to me by Suzie, with a cap-sleeved top that ended mid-section and a slim fitted skirt to the knee. At the edge of each cuff and hem, was a 3inch trim of transparent metallic gauze in a champagne shade; this worked particularly well at my midriff, where you were given a cheeky glimpse of skin.
 

Encrusted with hundreds of pearls and small metallic jewels, the end result was likened to chain-mail armour - it really was unusual and I silently thank my sister for her excellent taste. The skirt, however was so tight, I’d be better without undies and I feel a thrill pass through me at the thought that I’d be accessible to Sebastian - but not until later, I duly reprimand myself, as I fasten diamond pear-drops in my ears, and shake out my freshly-wanded hair. The lose waves looked great, and I’d kept my make-up simple with smoked charcoal eyes and nude glossy lips. I’d do.
You don’t scrub up bad chick.
I spritz myself in perfume, grab my silver clutch and key then slip out the door. Time to bring it on!
 

I’m just about to leave when I remember the gift, delivered to my room by reception earlier. I’d just got out the bath and had accepted the black gift bag with striped bow with inquisition, but in the race to get ready, hadn’t had time to open it.
 

I sit on the edge of the bed, untie the ribbon and pull out a long slim Tiffany’s box in the famous robin’s egg blue tone. The small enclosed card, says simply,

Wear this and always think of me and what it represents.

The good and the exceedingly dirty x

 
My hands shake as I open it, and see the Paloma Picasso logo within. I’m overwhelmed when I touch the long single strand of freshwater cultured pearls curled up and expectant, on their bed. I lift them gingerly and am surprised at their weight - that’s what you get with real pearls - something I’d never owned before.
 

There is a beautiful filagree heart shaped clasp but due to their length, I can slip them over my head and I adjust them, in the mirror; they nestle perfectly over my breasts and hang just below them and looked fabulous with this outfit.
 

Like a kid in a sweet shop I retract a second Tiffany’s box - this time I open it first. Inside is my bracelet and I hear my sigh of relief. I’d regretted my actions on the morning that Ray had returned; breaking such a beautiful piece of jewellery had been sacrilege and as I turn the heart over I see our message it still there.

His card reads;

To second chances. This belongs on you. x

I fasten the bracelet at my wrist and dipping my hand to the bottom of the bag remove the final gift; a grey suede box, with no logo or branding. Hmmm. What is in here - surely not more trinkets? Like a jewellery box, it opens with a pop as do my eyes when I see its contents. Nestled within purple silk are two shiny silver metal balls,
 
probably around ping pong sized. I lift one and roll it in my hands, it’s weighted and I can feel it rolling inside with movement but feels smooth to the touch.
 

Wait a minute - are these? I think these are Love eggs?

I feel a thrill in my belly at the thought of Sebastian purchasing another sex-toy for me; for us and quickly move to review the instructions. Underneath both of the balls is a black silicone casing, which upon closer inspection and with some clarification from the accompanying paperwork, I realise is for the balls to clip into, to assist with easy entry and exit and a tube of lube.

I read his hand scrawled message and my brows shoot up into my scalp. I can’t - not
 
tonight.

Place these inside you before you leave the room and think about

it being my fingers rolling around deep within, with each step you take.
 

Trust me Lu, they’ll help you relax.
 

I’d do it for you but we’d never get downstairs.

S x

He’s right there, we wouldn’t.

Shall I do this?
 

In a split second decision, I check my watch, see I have ten minutes and grab the balls, lube and disappear into the bathroom. Sebastian Silver certainly kept things interesting - I just hope he was right and they relaxed me because right now, the thought of his note,
“…think about it being my fingers rolling around deep within you…”
I could come right now.

As I enter the bar, I note that Nathan, Chris and Sebastian are already head to head in discussions with Gino and Suzie. Abby must still be getting ready. Sebastian is dressed in a navy suit, and pale blue shirt, no tie and looks good enough to eat. He commands attention even when relaxed with his friends and I’m instinctively drawn to him. Perhaps the silver balls within me are magnetised to his Silver charm? I know I am. At that second he looks up, locating me in the doorway and it’s as though time stands still. The way he looks at me is obscene but sends a buzz all over my skin, awakening my erogenous zones without any contact. Chris is talking to him but Seb’s attention is purely fixated on me and I’m pleased I went the extra mile tonight. I’d done it for me, for work but I know deep-down, I’d dressed for him - so that he could undress me later.
 

He lifts his pint glass to his mouth and sips, before licking his lips, suggestively, never losing eye contact. My feet are leaden, I can’t move, like I’m frozen to the spot. The moment is so erotic I wonder if I’ll ever be able to just
look
at Sebastian Silver again, without feeling heat and dampness between my legs. I certainly hope not.

I know he’s thinking about the pleasure balls - wondering if I’d been daring enough but he’d just have to wait. The guessing game could be all part of the foreplay.

Get a grip Lulu, focus now. I smile at their table and force myself to look away, time to begin to do my last minute checks - not because I have to but to give me something to think about other than when I can next sit on Sebastian’s gigantic cock. The staff were milling around, pouring cocktails and setting them up on trays for the guests to sample upon entry. They were lined up uniformly in greys, red and blacks and worked perfectly with our colour scheme tonight and were showcased to perfection on striped, black mirrored trays. I pick one of the red concoctions up, down half of it in one and begin to shuffle a few glasses around in a obsessive compulsive fashion.

“Emergency, fucking emergency! Lu, nobody lit the candles in the bathrooms. For fuck’s sake and that bloody mutt has got gob all down my.” Colin runs past me in a haze of pink, his face nearly the same colour as his salmon coloured linen jacket.
 

“Calm down. It’s fine. Why don’t you go deal with this.” I air circle his rosy glowing cheeks, “… and I’ll go light the candles, it’ll take me a second and I’ll meet you back down here for the toast.”

“Good. Great. Brilliant. This bloody party is going to be the death of me. I’d much rather put on my onesie and spend the night smooching with Jamesy to Lionel Richie.”

Bollocks, he loves all this grandeur and drama.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you in a mo.”

The lounge and library area is beginning to become chaotic, so I escape through one of the open patio doors in the bar area and head outside. The night air is still balmy and the staff at The Ashton had gone to town decorating the entrance and pathways with hurricane lamps that glow in the dark. I step back and take a minute to enjoy the beauty of the old building. It really does look amazing.

Checking my watch I make the decision to head back inside and sneak up the back route to the honeymoon suite and rooms but something makes me turn and look over my shoulder, out into the circular car park. The hairs on the back of my neck alert me to an uncomfortable sensation. Like I’m not alone and I shiver, to discard the blanket of unease. I scan the multitude of vehicles ahead of me, but most bounce the ambience of The Ashton off their windows, making it impossible to see within; the others nearby, are visibly empty.
 

How strange!
 

Don’t over think things, just get back inside.

I rub my hands up either arm, hugging myself against the sudden chill of negativity that hits me. Then taking a last look into the darkness, I walk through the entrance doors and make my way up the stairs. Kick-off wasn’t for another thirty minutes but the gang would be congregating downstairs soon and I wanted to be part of the cocktail hour.

*****

“Hel…lo, Lucia, where did you come from?” He watches her standing on the patio, taking in the view. “Nice fucking view isn’t it? Very nice.”

She looks back towards the hotel and the outdoor lighting shines down upon her glossy hair. She looked hot and moves to head towards the railings. “This way, come to, Papa.”