by Imani King
“Welcome,” he says. “The sirs are on their way to greet and welcome you to their home.”
“Thanks,” Eva and I say together.
We’re in a massive garage with lots of cars parked to either side. The cheapest of them is probably a hundred grand. I’ve never seen so much money in one place even if they are all just a bunch of cars. The garage is immaculate. Even the floor is shiny and perfect. I don’t see a hint of an oil stain or dirt even in the corners. A door opens, and Kian walks into the garage followed by Aidan.
“Hey, glad you came!” Kian says, walking over and taking my hand. “Bart, would you mind getting their luggage inside?”
“Yes sir, of course, sir,” Bart responds, going to the trunk of the car.
Kian leads the way into the house. Outside it’s beautiful, inside it’s breathtaking. Wide open spaces, floor to ceiling windows. A fireplace unlike one I’ve ever seen before catches my attention. The fireplace rises in the middle of a sitting area with flames dancing along in a line down the center. Wood floors polished to a high shine accent the deep blue of the sky and ocean views. Kian leads us through on a quick tour. Balconies overlook all the lower areas crisscrossing the house so that no place would appear to be un-viewable from up above somewhere.
In the living room, there are stairs that when we get closer, I see steps down under the glass wall of the living room and out to a massive pool. The water looks like it goes to the horizon. Kian lets us out a side door, and we walk around the edge. It goes right up to the side of a cliff behind the house making it look like it hangs in the sky.
“This is unbelievable,” I say.
“Thanks, it’s nice,” Kian says.
Eva and Aidan are still inside the living room. As we walk back in, I see Eva walking away. The way Aidan looks after her as she walks makes it obvious that he’s interested in her. I wonder what his problem is?
“Are you hungry?” Kian asks.
“Yes,” I say, stepping through the glass door.
“Good.” He smiles then takes my hand.
Aidan and Eva follow us into the dining room. The table is filled with food of every variety.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I had some of everything made,” Kian says watching me.
My cheeks grow hot as I look at the variety of food and consider the effort and cost to have so much food prepared. Kian pulls out a chair and waits for me to take it then pushes my seat in. Aidan does the same for Eva on the opposite side. The boys take seats next to each of us then we all begin eating. While we’re eating the doorbell rings.
“You expecting someone?” Kian asks looking at Aidan.
“I told a few people we’d be here,” Aidan says.
“Great.” Kian seems annoyed but doesn’t say anything else.
A group of men walks in with one girl. They’re all dressed nicely in expensive clothes and jewelry, attire that makes it clear they have money. Several are carrying bottles of wine or champagne. They’re talking among themselves as they walk in. Kian’s hand tightens on his dinner knife as he hears them enter and he’s glaring across the table at Aidan. Aidan shrugs then gets up.
“Welcome,” Aidan says as he walks around the table to the newcomers.
He invites them all to partake of the food. Some take places at the table while others fill plates and wander through the house. As they open the wine, glasses are poured. More people arrive and soon there are dozens of people wandering around. Kian introduces me to each new person but the names and faces are coming faster than I can put them together. It’s a whirlwind of action as the small gathering becomes a full party.
Waiters make their way through the crowd with silver trays loaded with drinks and finger sandwiches. It’s all perfect, orchestrated, like it was all planned. I’d think it was, except that Kian grows more and more surly as the party continues and even more guests arrive. At first I try to be friendly and mingle around, but Kian stays by my side. Taking my hand, he leads us to a seat in a corner where we watch the crowd. Aidan and Eva chat like old friends, glancing at each other with longing every now and then. As time wears on, Aidan comes alive in this setting, and I can start see the appeal of him. Kian is softer, somehow, though. More relaxed, more confident, easier to talk to.
Aidan is friendly, in control, shaking hands, naming names. He’s the consummate host, and Eva is right at home by his side. They meet and greet moving from person to person. Smiles, nods, they’re both in their element. Kian has an arm around my shoulders, so I lean against him, comfortable.
“Would you like to swim?” he whispers in my ear.
Glancing over my shoulder at the pool and seeing that view, there’s no way I could say no.
“Sure,” I say. “Can you show me to my room? I’ll go change.”
Smiling he stands, helps me to my feet, then leads me to the room we’ll be sharing. The room is as big as three of my dorms back in Scotland. The bed is so big I don’t think it’d even fit in my room back home. It sits on a raised platform in the middle of the room, a centerpiece with sunlight streaming down on it from a window in the ceiling above.
“Wow,” I say. stopping to admire the room.
Kian stops, glances at me, then looks around as if seeing it for the first time. He shrugs, smiles, then walks across the room to a door. When he opens it I see a massive walk-in closet. It’s lined on both sides with clothes, drawers, mirrors, shoe racks, all filled with outfits. Kian opens a few drawers until finding what he wants he pulls out a pair of shorts. Shaking myself out of my own awe I go to my suitcases in the back of the closet but when I pick them up they’re empty.
“Your clothes are on this side,” Kian says pointing behind him.
Everything I packed has already been put into drawers or hung up as appropriate. Impressed, I find my swimsuit and look around.
Do I just change here?
Before my thought is even fully fleshed out, Kian steps out of the closet and drops his pants in the middle of the floor then pulls his shirt over his head. As his shirt comes up and over the muscles of his abs flex and relax. When the shirt is off he stops part way into the motion to toss it to one side. He gives me a wink to let me know he sees me staring. I look away quickly and hold my swimsuit in my hands dumbly. We’ve already hooked up—should he still be affecting me like this?
I flush hot and turn my eyes away. Still naked, Kian walks over and kisses me on the cheek. My blood rises, and I’m sure I must look a sight. He steps away and pulls on his swim trunks. Seeing no other options, I undress and put my own swimsuit on as quickly as I can. His eyes burn into me as I pull the one piece suit up onto my arms. When I turn around he holds his hand out smiling. Taking it we head back downstairs.
The party is in full swing. Music, conversation and laughter vie with each other to be heard and understood. Kian leads us through the mob like an expert. No one pays any attention to our passage. Reaching the steps Kian walks straight down into the water pulling me along with him. I’m tentative as I first put my foot in but it’s unexpectedly warm. Kian walks backwards taking both of my hands in his and leading me out until my feet are no longer touching the bottom. We tread water, close to each other, moving out under the glass wall into the open outdoors.
As we move out the sounds of the party inside soften. Kian moves close to me until we’re touching under the water. His lips close with mine as our legs rub together in the warm water. He kisses me soft, sweet, while we tread. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in his lips. His kiss is magical, better than anything, I don’t want it to end. There’s a splash and as I open my eyes he’s dropping below the water. His arms wrap around my waist then he’s kissing my stomach.
“Kian!” I exclaim as his touch tickles me.
I swim backwards but his arms tighten their grip and he breaks up above the water. His lips smash into mine. He has one arm around my waist holding me tightly while his free hand drives between the two of us to cup my sex. I melt into him, wanting and needing so
much more.
There are dozens of people that might see what we’re doing.
And hell, what are we doing?
He breaks the kiss as we start to sink below the water line. His arms free, he treads water but we remain close. Smiling he shakes his head then rubs water away from his eyes.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” he says. “But there’s so much more I want to know.”
What are you doing? I ask myself as my heart leaps at his words.
I smile, but fear grows inside. What do I say to that? I like him, entirely too much for a one-night stand, but it’s true I do. He takes my hand then swims backwards and pulls me with him. Reaching the steps, we walk out of the water dripping across the wood floor. A stand of towels is close to hand, and Kian grabs two. He wraps one around my shoulders, seeing I’m shivering, and then puts one around his waist.
Holding hands, we walk upstairs together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I lead her into the bedroom. I can’t get her alone fast enough. My need for her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. There’s a tightness in my chest, a lightning bolt striking at my core. I put my hand on the small of her back, and warmth overtakes me. I know it then and there—I’m going to make her mine. The towel drops from my waist as I close the door behind us and lock the door. She turns to me and kisses me with her wet lips still tasting faintly of chlorine.
I rip off her towel and throw it aside. We kiss and walk further into the room without breaking the seal of our lips. When we reach the step up to the platform the bed is on, I step back taking both of her hands in mine.
“Are you ready?” I ask her. Her eyes are half-lidded, her full lips pout as she bites her lower lip and nods. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says, touching my face with her fingers. “I want you to take me, take me hard. I want to forget all my past in one night with you.”
It seems in this moment that these are the most beautiful words I could hear. The feeling is totally alien to me—there’s more than just excitement, more than just arousal. When I look at her, I see the potential for a thousand futures, days spent together, time standing still as the world revolves around us.
I don’t say any of this. For once, I’m nervous about scaring a woman away.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, and she nods, giving me a sultry look filled with desire. “Good.”
Taking her hand, I walk over to the bathroom and open the door. The bathroom has a walk-in shower that jets water from three sides. Leading the way to it I open the glass door then turn to her. She looks from the shower to me smiling.
“Strip,” I say.
She hesitates, so I wait. A few moments later she slides the straps of her swimsuit down her arms. It’s wet and clings to her perfect form. As she slides her arms out her full breasts, hold it up. Under the fabric, I can see her nipples are hard. My mouth waters. She glances up at me then looks shyly back down as she slides the fabric over her breasts.
Energy pours through me, leaving my center tight, the coil within me twisting until I feel like I might break. She stops with the suit around her waist looking at me while keeping her head tilted down. I slide my shorts down until they’re just over my hard length. Pulling the waist band out over it I let them drop to the ground then grab my shaft and stroke it up and down once.
“Finish undressing,” I exhale.
She’s staring at my cock, watching my hand stroke the shaft, then her hands are on the suit. She wiggles her hips side to side sliding it down. The water from the pool still clings to her body in tiny droplets.
“I’ve never undressed like this for anyone before —”
“Hush,” I cut her off, and she closes her mouth.
The pouty curve of her lips entices me, a pulse running through my body as I think of her lips against my skin.
“Turn in a circle,” I order.
She obeys, if hesitant and a bit slow. It’s okay—I’ll let her get used to the game. Once she has the payoff, she’ll be ruined for anything less. I smile.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Go into the shower and turn it on.” I cross my arms, watching the shocked look on her face.
Again she hesitates, but I wait patiently as she obeys. The glass starts steaming up from the warm water. I still have my cock in one hand and her eyes are almost always on it. I stroke it every so often to let her know I know.
“Is this good?” she asks.
I point with my free hand to a loofah hanging on the wall. “Soap up.”
She takes it and pours some body wash onto it. Now she’s getting into it. Soapy bubbles form across her perfect, honey skin glistening as she washes. She spends extra time on her breasts, and I groan in appreciation as she scrubs them thoroughly. They lift and fall under her attention and I stroke with her moving close to the outside of the glass door. We’re kept apart by half an inch. I put my free hand against the door leaning into it as I resist my desire to stop the show and take her.
“Lower,” I say, my voice gravelly.
She looks into my eyes then smiles. She moves slow, soaping across her tight stomach then pushing the loofah between her legs. She spreads them then leans her head back and moans.
“Just your hand,” I command, unable to tear my eyes away from the beautiful sight.
She drops the loofah to the floor then moves her hand across her delicate mound. Her fingers part her folds revealing them to my eyes as water rinses soap bubbles off. The head of my cock presses against the warm glass and I stroke faster as I watch her.
“Come join me,” she says, her voice thick with lust.
“Not yet,” I say. “Too soon.”
“Please?” she almost begs.
I shake my head still stroking my cock. She has her eyes glued to it.
“Turn around,” I order. She does, slowly, her head craning over her shoulder so she can watch me stroke my cock. “Rotate your hips, work that ass for me.”
Her round, full, perfect ass moves in a slow circle. I want to lay my cock along it and let her stroke me with her motions. Damn, she’s beautiful. I’ve been dreaming of this since we first hooked up. She leans over at her waist pushing her ass back against the glass of the door. The water beating down on her body is beading up and rolling down to the glass outlining the perfect heart shape of her ass. As she presses back, I almost lose it. My cock jumps and I have to squeeze hard to keep myself from coming right then.
I can’t wait any longer. Stepping back, I throw the door open. Water and steam pour out of the shower. I step forward and take her by the waist, my hands gentle and patient. I might have been waiting for this, might be close to exploding, but a woman like Abby needs to be cherished. I let my hands roam over her hips, up to her waiting breasts. She shudders as I brush my fingertips over her nipples.
“Are you ready?”
She looks back at me. “I’ve been ready all day.” Her voice is a whisper of desire, and gently, I kiss her lips.
“I’m going to take you just like this, Abby. I want you to put your hands against the shower wall.”
Tentatively, she puts her hands to the wall, her gaze still locked with mine. Slowly, I place the head of my cock against her sex, wetness from the water mingling with her desire. I push myself inside ever so slightly, holding myself there, letting the heat of arousal pulse through my body.
“So sweet,” I mumble, brushing away curls from the base of her neck.
“More,” she whispers back. “Please.”
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I push my full length inside of her. I move as slowly as I can, but still, she cries out in surprise. Her warmth closes around my shaft like burying myself in a piece of heaven. I stay still for a moment, relishing her warmth, the tightness of her body. My fingers trail over the softness of her skin, and I listen as she sighs and moans.
“I can’t hold myself back any longer, Abby. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever.
” I bring my lips to her shoulder and kiss her there. For a second, I’m lost in time, wondering what it would be like to wake to her every morning, to do this every day of my life. It would almost be too much pleasure to handle, too much delight.
“Then don’t hold back. I want this too.” Her voice comes out in a whimper, pleading with me to take her. And I do. I pull myself back again and thrust into her. She lets out a long moan, throaty and pure. I can no longer hold myself back, and I fall into a steady rhythm, my body hitting her hips with each movement. She pants with each thrust in, and I groan. I’m close, so close, but I don’t want this to end. I pull out, and she cries out in surprise looking over her shoulder.
“Not yet,” I say putting the authority back in my voice.
She starts to stand up, but I put a hand on her back and apply enough pressure she stays where she is. Running my hands over her full ass and hips, I trail my fingers down along the mounds then up between her legs. Tracing them along her most private seam, I press up parting her sweet folds with one finger as I drag it back towards me. I pass over her clit, and she moans and pushes back against me.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation as I continue exploring her wet folds with my fingers. Sliding two fingers into her easily I wiggle my fingers back and forth making a come-hither motion. She groans and a shudder runs down her spine causing her legs to quiver. Using my free arm, I hook it under her waist giving her support.
I keep exploring her deep inside with my fingers while my cock slides up and down her crack. She wiggles and moves moaning then panting. She’s building towards her first orgasm. The wetness on my fingers increases. Still keeping my one arm wrapped around her waist, I slide it across her wet body until I’m cupping her sex with my hand. Using my middle finger, I move through her folds to find her swollen clit. I move my fingertips over her sensitive nub, and she cries out for a moment.Her breath is ragged gasps, and I know the sensations are building, so I continue. Suddenly she tightens under me, and a shudder runs through her body..