Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Book 5)

by Farrell, Julie

  Arousal squeezed urgently between Sam’s thighs. Without taking her eyes off Scott and Paul, she announced to Verlaine, “I’m really horny.”

  “Me too.”

  “Shall we… er… have sex?”

  “Not here – I couldn’t in front of all these people I don’t think.”

  “Okay. Shall we ask Scott and Paul to take us somewhere a little more private? Er, we’ll wait for them to finish what they’re doing!”

  “Okay.”

  “Cool.”

  Sam waited a few seconds and realised Paul wasn’t going to return Scott’s blow job. She stood on shaking legs and padded over to where Paul was now fastening his trousers.

  Scott was still standing in the pool. He wiped his mouth smuttily and grinned at her. “Hey, Sam. You having fun?”

  “We’d like to try it. But somewhere a bit more secluded. Can you help?”

  “Absolutely! Come with me!”

  Chapter Twelve

  They found a free room and strolled inside. It was minimalistically decorated, and the purpose was clear. The main feature was a huge wooden-framed double bed, which was covered in a crisp white sheet and three plump pillows. There were no covers, because this bed wasn’t for sleeping or snuggling. You were expected to generate your own heat. The clear laminate flooring and lack of furnishings made it look like a mock-bedroom in a department store. Sam glanced in the corner and saw a plastic trolley holding a stack of freshly-laundered sheets. The sign hanging from it politely asked you to please strip the bed after use, pop the dirty laundry in the chute (which Sam saw was behind a little door in the wall) and then put a clean sheet on the bed.

  Sam loitered in the room and smiled shyly at the three men. Paul grabbed Scott’s hand and started to kiss him, so she threw her attention over Verlaine. He stepped over and kissed her nervously.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “I think so.”

  Sam glanced towards the door, which was now firmly shut. The huge window next to the door reminded Sam of a recording studio. But instead of musicians in here, there was going to be a live sex show. The thought of being the star of the show sent a cascade of nervous delight through her body. Sam saw that a few people had gathered at the window now and were hungrily watching Paul and Scott, who were falling onto the bed and pushing up each other’s clothes.

  Verlaine took Sam’s hand and led her to the bed, then he sat down on the end. She stood between his thighs, trying to shake off her self-consciousness. She was aware that Scott and Paul had commandeered one side of the bed, leaving Sam and Verlaine to utilise this side. The thought of having sex right next to Scott and Paul was unbelievably erotic. She leaned down and kissed Verlaine’s lips, slipping her tongue inside. His hands reached out and grabbed her hips, then he pulled her close.

  He fondled her thigh and gasped as he found the top of her stockings.

  She chuckled. “Like that?”

  “Fuck yeah!”

  He slowly lifted up the hem of her dress, exposing her stocking-clad thighs to the window behind – showing her panties to the world. It turned her on to know that there were people watching this who she couldn’t see.

  Verlaine let go of the hem and started to undo the buttons at the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so as he unfastened the top four buttons, her naked breasts were revealed to him. Verlaine eased down one of the shoulder straps, which made her feel a bit slutty, then then he leaned forward and tongue-teased her nipple. Electric lust shot through her, and she gasped. She closed her eyes as the pleasure rose, and she imagined Scott breaking away from Paul now and coming over to suck and play with her other breast. Perhaps Paul could stand behind her and fondle his fingers into her wet pussy.

  She knew there was no way that would happen in reality, but the thought of it zoomed her arousal up a notch. She opened her eyes and saw that Paul was lying on the bed now, and Scott had removed his trousers and clambered on top of him, so that Paul could suck his balls from below. Scott was on all fours like a dog, with his bare butt in the air, clearly enjoying Paul’s oral attention. Sam watched as Scott shuffled back slightly, then eased his rock-hard cock into Paul’s mouth, much more roughly than Verlaine would ever dare do. But they both groaned with pleasure, as if their enjoyment was mutual.

  Sam threw her attention back over Verlaine, who was still pleasuring her nipple. He reached his fingers around and ran them over her stockings, then traced the line of one of her buttocks, which plunged down to her thigh. He slid his fingers inside her panties, then inside her pussy, making her gasp. It was thrilling to know there were people watching this, probably as horny as she was right now.

  Sam pulled back and zoned in on Verlaine’s trousers. She knew he’d be incredibly aroused by now, and she wasn’t disappointed. She unzipped his flies and tugged out his straining erection, which she gripped in her hand and massaged slowly. Verlaine’s eyes scrunched up and he exhaled as if she’d hurt him. But he was grinning madly, so she knew he was enjoying it. She made a show of lifting up her hips and arching her back to give her audience an eyeful, then she threw Verlaine a sensuous look, before lowering her face down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. Verlaine leaned back on his hands, using the bed to support himself, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. She knew he liked to watch her doing this, and she was happy to play along. She maintained smouldering eye contact as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hungrily, making horny little grunts, and enjoying the theatrics.

  Sam tasted a bead of pre-cum on her tongue, so she quickly abandoned the blow job – not wanting Verlaine to come too soon. Not that he would – she knew he’d withdraw long before stealing all the pleasure for himself.

  She stood up again, feeling sexy with her breasts hanging out of her unbuttoned dress. She glanced at Scott and Paul, and she saw that Scott had now turned around on top of Paul, and they were sixty-nining. The sight of Scott’s cock grinding in and out of Paul’s mouth, while he worked on Paul’s cock down the other end took Sam’s breath away. Paul was sliding his finger rapidly in and out of Scott’s butt as he swallowed down his cock, which Sam knew would be enhancing the delight. Paul suddenly slapped Scott on the hip, which made Scott groan orgasmically, but it didn’t seem to be over just yet.

  She glanced back at Verlaine and saw that he was watching Scott and Paul, too.

  He shuffled back and laid down, holding her hand and gently pulling her with him.

  “Ride me, baby,” he said. “You can watch them. Your own private porn show!”

  Sam’s body juddered with arousal. “Do you mind if I turn my back on you?” she asked.

  He grinned. “No problem.”

  Sam glanced at the window and saw that there were about ten people watching. She felt naughty and sexy. She straddled Verlaine so that she had her back to him, then she shuffled back so her ass was in his face. He started fondling her butt and licking her pussy in and around her panties. With his other hand, he rubbed his thumb into her stocking-clad foot, giving her a mini foot rub, which felt sensual as well as tender. Even in this impersonal position with her back to him, Verlaine was still showing her how much he cared by caressing her toes.

  She leaned forward and sucked the end of his cock again. Being watched sixty-nining with her man – while also watching Scott and Paul – was the most erotic thing she’d ever done and her pussy was straining with desire. She saw Scott thrusting his pelvis hard, plunging his cock deeper into Paul’s throat. Sam sucked hard on Verlaine’s cock as he delved his fingers inside. She was utterly taken by the pleasure and she realised she was ready to orgasm already.

  She glanced over her shoulder and shot Verlaine a loving smile. He hooked her panties out the way, probing his thumb inside her and guiding her down, then she eased herself over him, relishing the amazing feel of his cock filling her up. She felt sexy with her dress open at the front, knowing the onlookers could see her pert breasts. The bottom of her dress was hooked up around her hips no
w, showing off her stocking-clad thighs, which Verlaine was rubbing with his fingers – enjoying the soft feel of nylon, lace, and Sam’s exposed flesh.

  Verlaine used his strong hands to move Sam into a sensual rhythm, and she leaned her hands on his thighs to push herself back and forth. He grabbed her butt cheek and gently eased it open, then he inserted the tip of his finger inside her rim, making her feel filled up from all angles. She gasped with delight.

  The world started to spin as the orgasm quickly caught. She glanced once more at Scott grinding his hips into Paul’s face – which sent her over the edge. The wave of pleasure swept over her and she was sent to another level of reality, where there was only perfection, power, and liberation. She lost all sense of her surroundings and came loudly, experiencing the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. It was as if her world was made of cotton-wool and joy. She was vaguely aware that her face was smiling back down there in reality, but she didn’t care what she looked like, because every cell in her body was possessed with ecstasy.

  Eventually, after several strong waves of hard joy, she slowly drifted back to the room and opened her eyes to find Scott and Paul looking at her. They were grinning in awe – it was possible they’d never seen a woman orgasm before in real life. There was quite a crowd gathered at the window now, and they all started applaud.

  Sam blushed and giggled. “Verlaine?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “Are you glad you came?”

  He chuckled. “Very! Turn around so I can see you, baby.”

  She shifted her hips and wriggled, so his semi-hard cock withdrew. Then she crawled around to face him. They grinned into each other’s eyes.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you, too!”

  She shuffled into his arms and he squeezed her tight.

  “That was amazing,” she said. “I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that.”

  “Me too,” Verlaine said. “You’re amazing. So perfect.”

  He kissed her, then she lifted her head to speak to Scott and Paul. But they’d gone, so she rested her head back down on Verlaine’s shoulder, and they stayed there chatting while the sex party continued all around them.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Silver and gold shimmered inside of Sam as she woke up the next morning in Verlaine’s arms, in their bed in London. The memories of last night flooded back and she grinned. She was so in love with Verlaine, and now she felt closer than ever to Scott and Paul after they’d been so involved in her mind-blowing orgasm. Today was going to be a good day.

  Verlaine brought her a cup of tea, and she busied herself with a little bit of work that she needed to do for her and Paul’s business. Sam had invented an app a couple of years ago, and Paul had seen the potential and decided to leave his well-paid job and go into partnership with her. Things were slowly coming together, and Sam was sure that when the funding and the marketing collided, this baby was going to explode. Next year would be their year for sure.

  And of course her family would be expanded next year, too. She was going to be an aunty. A spike of worry eclipsed her joy; was Gemma going to be okay without her husband? Sam was determined to find out what the hell was going on – maybe she could help them get back together.

  She kissed Verlaine goodbye and told him she’d see him tonight, then she set off to meet her sister.

  The café was packed with Christmas shoppers, and the heat struck Sam as she walked inside – still wrapped up in her winter coat, scarf, and gloves. The drizzle had set in for the afternoon, so she shook her dripping umbrella at the door – then popped it in the umbrella stand, hoping not to forget it later. The jolly Christmas song on the speakers faded, and Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas started up. Sam wilted. But then she laughed.

  She scanned her gaze through the crowd of seated chattering people, searching frantically for her sister. This was the same café where she’d met her beloved Verlaine two years ago, but it seemed so different today. That day had been peaceful and calm; today was hectic. The waiting staff were stretched to breaking point – the customers simply wanted to throw some tea down their throats then hit the shops.

  Sam felt as if she was in the middle of a whirling fairground ride, with all the mad excitement spinning around her. But there – like the calm eye in the centre of a chaotic hurricane – Sam spied a heavily pregnant woman, staring deeply into a decaf latte. Gemma was clearly exhausted, but she still managed to look like a blonde bombshell – something Jack had pointed out the moment he’d seen her. He adored his buxom wife, and she was obviously miserable without him.

  Sam squeezed through the squash of chairs and waiters, and halted at Gemma’s table.

  “Hey, sis.”

  Gemma’s expression brightened. “Sammy, hiya.”

  Sam leaned down to hug her. “It’s okay; don’t stand up.”

  “Oh, Sam, I’m not an invalid, it’s no problem.”

  “Okay, sorry. God, I’ve never seen it so packed in here, have you?”

  Sam unwound her scarf, removed her gloves, took off her coat, then asked a waitress for a cup of tea as she sat down with her sister. There was a plate of reindeer-shaped cookies on the table. Gemma picked one up by its foot and bit off an antler.

  “Help yourself,” Gemma said, spraying crumbs.

  Sam grabbed one and nibbled a prancing leg. “Mmm, nice.”

  “So how are the Americans?” Gemma asked.

  “Alright. We managed to escape back to London last night. We went to a party.”

  Sam smirked at the memory. Then she blushed.

  Gemma inspected her sister for a second. “God, I don’t wanna know!”

  “Actually, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, it was a sex party – but it was very sophisticated – I felt really relaxed. I saw Scott and Paul getting down to it – it was incredibly erotic. And then me and Verlaine joined in. Well not in, but we did our own thing.”

  Gemma stared at her, jaw paused in mid-chew. Then she grinned. “Well, I’m pleased you had a good time. Doesn’t sound like my cup of tea, but as long as you enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.”

  “Thanks. I do feel like I’ve grown up a bit. It’s strange, isn’t it?”

  “No. It makes sense. Verlaine’s making a woman of you.”

  They shared a smile. Sam opened her mouth to try and find out what Gemma had revealed to Verlaine the other day, but Gemma got in there first.

  “So what’s the ex-girlfriend like, then? Rebecca, isn’t it?”

  Sam raised her voice against the noisy throng. “Oh, she seems nice – I can see why Verlaine liked her so much. Her mum – Ellie – she’s a bit scary. She let the cat out of the bag to Verlaine’s parents where we were going last night.”

  “Oh no. How did she find out?”

  “Apparently Verlaine let slip to Rebecca, so I guess she told Ellie.”

  “I thought you said Rebecca seemed nice.”

  “I do. I don’t think she did it to get us in trouble. I think it just… I don’t know. She just told her mum and her mum blurted it out.”

  “There you go being too trusting again, Sam. Rebecca sounds like a double-crossing bitch to me.”

  “Yeah, well, you don’t know her. I think she’s alright.”

  “Hmm… So how were Verlaine’s parents after the bombshell that you and his two gay friends were dragging him off to a sex party?”

  Gemma giggled at the thought.

  Sam laughed, too. “Dunno. We stayed in London last night. I thought it might be a good idea to let the dust settle. Verlaine said he’ll go back there today and hang out with them. I’ll join them tomorrow to get ready for the Christmas Eve ball. You are still coming to that, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  Sam could tell Gemma wasn’t up for partying, which was understandable – she was uncomfortable and tired. But Sam couldn’t let her stay home alone on Christmas Eve. She opened her mouth again to ask what had happened with J
ack, but Sam’s tea arrived.

  The waiter was young and good looking. Sam smiled into his blue eyes and thanked him. He grinned back coyly. Sam wondered how many customers today were treating him like an obstacle between them and their caffeine fix. She wanted to make sure he felt like a human being.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I always appreciate service with a smile.”

  “You’re welcome, madam.”

  He winked, then strutted off, maintaining eye contact for longer than was usual for waiter and customer.

  Sam transferred her grin to her sister, who shook her head.

  “Stop flirting with the waiter, or I’ll tell Verlaine!”

  They both chuckled. Sam poured the milk into her tea, then she forced herself to say it. “Verlaine told me about what happened with Jack.”

  Gemma’s expression sunk to anger. “Did he?”

  “Yeah. He told me everything.”

  “Oh. So you know all about how I was abducted by the alien mothership and impregnated with Martian twins? It was quite an ordeal, you know. I hope you believe me, Sammy, because Jack doesn’t – that’s why he left.”

  Sam’s ears tuned into the Christmas song in the background as her mind swam with potential responses – was her sister having a mental breakdown?

  She composed herself. “Okay, I hope you’re trying to double-bluff me, otherwise I’m calling the loony bin.”

  “Yes, Sam, I’m double-bluffing you. I know Verlaine won’t betray my confidence, not even to you. He’s very well aware of what would happen if he blabbed.”

  “Yeah, and he needs those just in case I change my mind about not wanting children.”

  Gemma raised an eyebrow. “Well quite. Look, you don’t need to worry, okay. I’ve decided I’ll speak to Jack about everything – it was Verlaine who persuaded me actually. But I’ll wait until after Christmas. Jack’s going to Manchester tomorrow so I’ll talk to him when he gets back.”