Sexy Hart (Sexy Series)

by Lovell, Dani

  “Hi, sexy,” I respond; it’s quite a normal way for us to greet each other, we’ve done it for years. We made the mistake of using the greeting in front of an ex of mine a few years back and I didn’t hear the end of it until we broke up. Luckily, he wasn’t quite as crazy as Sour Stacy and didn’t demand I stop seeing Oliver, but he did continue to tell me how disrespectful it was for a man to greet me in such a manner in front of him, and for me to return the greeting was downright appalling. Ahh well, look who got dumped!

  “Come next to me, I want to perv at you while you sunbathe,” he says with that cheeky grin of his and I can’t help but giggle as the blood floods into my cheeks and I play with my hair, shyly. “You think I’m kidding,” he says as he pats the lounger next to him, “come on…”

  I giggle again and put my bag down by the lounger he’s touching. “Okay, I suppose.”

  “You suppose? I’m watching whether you like it or not.” He moves in closer as I sit down and begin to remove my cover all, and he has a look around before whispering, “and you know that I’m going to imagine peeling you out of… whoa… holy fuck…” he says as I expose my semi-naked, bikini clad body to the world. “Jesus Christ,” he whispers, “I’ve seen you before but you look fucking incredible today, that bikini does… no, ignore that - your body does amazing things to that bikini. Good god, Clare, I need to see you naked in the daylight way more often…”

  I laugh out loud, this time because I think everything he’s saying is hilarious. I look exactly the same as I have always looked in a bikini, and he’s seen me in one a gazillion times. “Oliver, honestly, what’s come over you? There’s nothing here you haven’t already seen.”

  He’s still staring at me, open mouthed and hungry. “I know, but… wow, I’ve always thought you look hotter than hot in swimwear, Clare, but right now, I’m prepared to climb on top of you in full view of everyone here and lick every inch of your super-soft, über-sexy skin.”

  Twang… in the bikini bottoms… big, violent twang. Just imagining it makes me… um… I don’t like to say the word but I will… wet. There you go, his words make me wet. Feels quite good to say that actually. Wet. W.E.T.

  “Oliver, shh.”

  “Okay… I’m sorry,” he says clearing his throat and returning to his laid back position on his lounger, but keeping his eyes on me. “I will try to control myself. But…” he says, moving back in and turning to whisper again, “maybe, if you will let me, later I can wish you a more… a more intimate Happy Birthday?” He takes my hand and gently kisses my palm making my heart almost beat its way out of my chest again.

  I pause for a moment so my voice doesn’t give my giddiness away. “If I’m not mistaken, you’ve already done that… twice.”

  “Hmm… so I have. Would you object to a third or a fourth time? We are BFFs after all…”

  “Maybe not…” I say with an uncontrollably huge smile.

  “Score!” he says, making a fist and pulling his elbow in to his stomach like a kid.

  “I said maybe!” I say, laughing loudly.

  “Maybe, schmaybe.” he says confidently, laying back and closing his eyes. He should be confident, because there is nothing I want more than to end my birthday with this gorgeous man in my bed.

  I don’t think I could function if Oliver wasn’t in my life; he’s been such an important part of it for so long and I truly love him dearly. Getting the opportunity to make love with him and savour his warmth and affection occasionally, is just the biggest bonus I could possibly be gifted with.

  Okay, so I always feel a little empty when we go back to normal, as I have said many a time, but eventually I get over it because I know this is just how it has to be in order for us to maintain the wonderful friendship that we have. We need nothing to ruin that and as long as we can keep this sexy thing under control, we’ll be fine.

  It’s only becoming a little more than usual because we’re away together, he’s just broken up with Sneaky Stacy and it’s my birthday. Yes - him admitting the blowy to Stacy and the sex to Bea does make things slightly different, but one of them is out of the picture now, and the other won’t tell anyone and knows the score. So it’s all fine. It’s fine. It’s fine.

  I lie back on my lounger and adjust my bikini to ensure I am fully decent. I have one of those triangle bikini tops on in gold with little tassels hanging from the top, and when you have a slightly larger bust, like I do, sometimes it’s easy to pop out a little bit. The matching bottoms are very tiny, which can also cause problems when you lie back and they sit on your hips, creating that gap over your stomach so anyone behind you can see right down to your pubes.

  Luckily, my boobs are both covered and my stomach is full enough on Gumbo, chowder and steak for my ‘bikini gap’ to be filled, so I can relax. Absolute bliss.

  “Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ll keep an eye on your bits and bobs.”

  My head shoots up to look at him in surprise, I had no idea he was watching me adjusting! He winks at me, silently chuckling away to himself before resting his head back again and closing his eyes, smiling. Cheeky. But oh-so-sexy…

  Bea and Daniel join us quite some time later, I imagine they’ve been having some fun of their own up in the room. They’re still so affectionate and in love, as they should be - they haven’t even been together a year yet. But although I am that little bit jealous, it’s just so lovely to see two people so crazy about each other. He can’t keep his hands off her, and vice versa.

  “Hey, sorry we took a little while,” Daniel says, giving nothing away, but Bea’s enormous smile says it all.

  Oliver simply frowns in disgust and closes his eyes again, ignoring what he knows his sister has just been up to. It’s so funny, he gets like this with Tils as well, he finds the thought of either of them having sex repulsive. It’s bizarre that even though Tilly and I met the Harts at the same time, he doesn’t get that feeling with me… in fact, he sees me so differently that he’s happy to have sex with me, himself.

  I wonder if that should make me self-conscious - I mean, he’s so close to Tilly, he thinks of her as a sister, yet he doesn’t feel that way about me… Why not? Do they share some special bond that we never did? I know for a fact that he never wanted to sleep with me when we were younger… when I was totally and utterly beside myself in love with him, so why didn’t we form that brother/sister bond thing like he and Tilly did?

  “I love your bikini, Clare, you look freaky-hot in that,” Bea says, taking the bed the other side of Oliver.

  “Oh, thank you, doll. It’s a bit fiddly but I like it.”

  “Me too, if I had a rack like yours, I’d be borrowing that tomorrow! Sadly for me, I was born with an average booby size.”

  I blush, my friends always love to tell me how big and fabulous my breasts are, and although I’m happy with them, the conversations always leave me embarrassed. My family never discussed things like boobs!

  “Your boobies are beautiful, baby,” Daniel says, kissing her on the head before sitting on the lounger between Bea and Alexia. “As are yours, Clare, I’m sure - not that I take a whole lot of notice and forgive me for looking at the pool while I say this, but otherwise I’m going to be talking to your chest - as we’re discussing it, and that would be wholly appropriate.”

  He makes me burst out laughing, I’ve never seen Daniel looking flustered before and it’s just hilarious. Bea joins me, neither of us able to stop giggling. Daniel simply shakes his head and lays back, ignoring us. Oliver’s eyes are, true to his word, exploring my body and the much discussed breast area.

  Bea also happens to notice this at the same time and slaps him on the arm. “Oliver! Stop being a pervert.”

  He frowns and turns slowly to look at her, perturbed. “Excuse me, young lady, I am most certainly not being perverted. I’m not just looking at any old Doris who happens to walk my way - my eyes are firmly on this hot treacle next to me in the itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, very pretty gold bikini - and given the recent circ
umstances, I think that’s very much permitted, don’t you?”

  I gasp at yet another admission of our ‘activity’ and blush for about the millionth time today. Why does he keep talking about it?

  “If you say so, Olly, if you say so. You carry on, it’s not like I’ve never seen you dribbling at the sight of Clare, before, anyway. I’m going to have a nap in the sun,” she says, as she, too, lies back and visibly relaxes, soaking up the Nevada sunshine.

  Oliver turns back to me with another child-like, victorious grin. “Wanna swim with me, gorgeous girl?”

  “Um… well I wanted to catch some rays actually, maybe later?”

  He pouts, “Oh… please?” he says, lightly running his finger tip up and down my forearm, “I’ll be lonely… and I need a hot Clare to protect me from all of the cougars out there…”

  I roll my eyes, amused. How can you say no to that lovely, handsome face? “Okay, go on then. But only because you are making me laugh.”

  “And because you can’t resist my undeniable charm.”

  “Okay, maybe that, too.”

  “And because you want me to do naughty things to you in the water,” he whispers.

  “Uh, no! I will not agree to that one!”

  “Yeah, you know you want it, candy pants.”

  … Yeah, I do.

  ~~~~~~~

  The sun is still powerfully beaming against our skin by the late afternoon, our swimwear drying in a matter of minutes from the many dips in the pool we’ve taken to cool off. Oliver dragged me in with him every time, and it took me longer than it should have to cotton on to the fact that he only wanted to swim when the others had finished. Most convenient considering he took me around to the side of the pool and behind a huge flower pot to canoodle and kiss.

  I can’t deny that I loved every minute of it. It was amazing. He stood with his back against the wall and held me around the waist as he softly chatted with me about everything and anything, his eyes fixed on me the entire time. Every time I laughed or smiled, he took the opportunity to lean forwards and brush his lips against mine before gently kissing me, introducing his tongue ever so slowly. The most erotic, romantic experience I think I’ve had in a long time.

  The sun was warming our heads and shoulders while the crisp water refreshed our hot bodies. His strong arms around me like that… just thinking about it sends a wave of heat through my body. I had the urge - so many times - to rest my head against his shoulder and cuddle him, tightly, just holding on to him, savouring his embrace and the warmth I feel when I’m cocooned by his body - but I resisted.

  We may have some kind of no-strings, BFF, sexual thing going on, but that’s not a boyfriend. This is not secure, no matter how right it might feel and if I let myself go to ‘that place’, I may end up back where I was all those years ago, desperately in love and hideously miserable.

  As it’s nearing four-thirty, I decide it’s time for me to head inside and begin getting ready before calling room service for a quick bite to eat. I pack my things up and throw on my coverall, agreeing to meet everyone at the ‘Tower Suite Bar’ at around six-thirty. I’m really excited.

  As I get to the lift inside the hotel, Oliver catches up with me, ever so slightly out of breath. “Wait for me, Speedy Gonzales!”

  “Oh, hi… sorry I didn’t realise you were coming up now, too.”

  “Well I wasn’t but decided to catch you up so I could ask if you’d like to meet up a little earlier so we can have a walk through the Esplanade, later.”

  “Oh, that sounds like great fun! The shops in there look amazing.”

  He smiles a big, genuine smile and his darling face lights up. “Fantastic.”

  The lift arrives and we both step in together. “How about I come and collect you from your room at about quarter to six?”

  “Perfect.”

  We arrive on our floor and step out again, alone. “Clare…” he says, tugging on my arm, bringing me to a halt. I look up at his face expectantly, waiting. “Clare, I like this.”

  “Like what?”

  He rolls his eyes, this time it’s him that looks a little embarrassed. “This. I like doing this… with you. What I mean is; I like when we don’t just have sex and leave each other, I like hanging around and making it… making it continue a bit.”

  Aww! I could eat him, he’s so adorably cute! And sexy as a… what would Tilly say? Mother fucker?

  “I like it, too, Oliver. It’s a very fun way to reconnect with you since… you know, since her - and it’s a wonderful way to spend the end of our holiday.”

  “I agree, darling. You’re… I’m… well, never mind. I just hope we can do it a bit more like this… when we get back, maybe?”

  I raise my eyebrows, slightly surprised, “Oh… well that would be nice… but you know how much you mean to me, Oliver, and I really don’t want what we’re doing to affect our friendship.”

  “If I promise you it won’t, will you happily agree to let me stay with you more in England? And when I mean stay, I mean stay the night… in your bed - or mine… all night. No running away.”

  I grin, I wish we could do something more permanent. “If you feel qualified to make that promise, then yes - I would agree to that, but our platonic friendship has to come first and if you hurt me, or I do something to irritate you - it’s going to leave a big, fat, possibly irreparable scar on that friendship. I couldn’t bear that, Oliver, and it worries me that that could happen.”

  “I cross my heart and hope to die, that that will never happen. You forget that it’s not just you that will be left broken if we can’t be friends anymore. It means just as much to me, and I can say without a doubt, I will never, ever hurt you again, and I can’t apologise enough for my distance during the whole Stacy debacle. That was unforgivable of me and I should have known the minute she made it difficult for us to be friends, that I should have ended it. You’ve always been more important to me than she ever was. I’m sorry.”

  Good Lord. I did not expect that! “Wow, Oliver… that’s, um… don’t be sorry. Really, it wasn’t your fault.”

  “Yes it was. I let her distance us. It was stupid of me. But as soon as she began to say things about you and to you… well… that’s a story for another time. But just know, I am really enjoying this thing that’s going on with us right now and I want to try it some more, without interfering with our friendship. Okay?”

  I smile a shy but oh-so-happy smile up at him. His handsome face so kind but unable to hide the concern in his eyes. “That’s perfect, Oliver.”

  “Good. So… so I’ll see you later then?”

  “At my door at five-forty-five.”

  “Can’t wait,” he says, smiling, his eyes glazed and locked with mine. He brings his hands up to my jaw and gently pulls me towards him as he leans to meet me half way, and kisses me, softly.

  I close my eyes automatically and exhale, thoroughly taken away by his sweet, sweet gestures of romance. This all seems so natural to him, so unforced… I love it. I release my beach bag and rise onto tip toes to throw my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me, surprising him.

  I open my mouth wider to introduce my tongue and he groans loudly into my mouth as I do, clutching my face more forcefully and kissing me back just as hungrily. We stumble backwards into the wall and continue, moving our hands all over each other’s bodies over our clothes, pressing tightly against one another.

  “Holy fuck,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing me again, immediately after. “I want you, I want you all the time, Clare.”

  “Uh huh,” I moan, high pitched and desperate, continuing to explore his mouth with urgent need. I can feel him getting… ‘aroused’ against me as I move up and down to satisfy my body’s deep desire to feel every inch of him against me.

  I open my eyes slightly, something some people may find bizarre during such a moment, and I can only hope he doesn’t open his eyes and catch me, - but there’s something about watching a man… the man you want more
than anything.. something about watching him kiss you, watching his face moving to please you…seeing him enjoying the pleasure just as much as you are.

  His dark stubble runs just below his chiseled cheek bone and feels perfect against my skin; not so short it burns but not so long that it’s like kissing astroturf . It’s so masculine, so sexy… I run my fingers through it as I close my eyes again and feel myself sink back into that blissful delirium where nobody else exists.

  He squeezes my buttock making me yelp, I want more, I want so much more. “Darling…” he manages, “Darling… we’re in the hallway…”

  “Uh huh…” I moan, continuing to kiss him slowly, stroking the back of his neck with my fingertips.

  “Come on… let’s go to my room,” he says, pulling away slightly but not taking his eyes off mine. He places another single kiss on my lips and speaks again, “Come with me…”

  I close my eyes and take a long, deep breath, composing myself. I step back a little and he clings onto the sides of my coverall with his fists. “I need to get ready… I would really love to come to your room with you now… but if I’m meeting you in an hour or so, I really need to get back to my room to get ready and order a sandwich. I’m sorry - I got a little carried away.”

  He blows a puff of air from his mouth and presses his head back against the wall, smiling. “Oh, don’t be… I was enjoying it possibly more than you. I’m going to be wanting you all night.”

  The butterflies in my belly have invited their mates over for a whopping, great, rave party. He makes me feel sixteen again; excited, besotted, infatuated… helpless. “Oh my enjoyment levels were up there, I can assure you. But I’d… I’d better go…” I don't want to.

  “I don’t want you to.”

  I smile. “Me neither, but I have to, unless you want to skip the shopping?”

  “Oh god, that’s sorely tempting, but I don’t want to miss out on some special Vegas time for just you and I, and I want to get you something for your birthday and there’s only one Wynn Esplanade. We can have bedroom time anywhere in the world.”