Besieged

by L. P. Lovell

  "It's beautiful, but how did you manage to get one of these? They're not even out until next month." I turn to see him shut his gaping mouth and flash me an adoring smile.

  "You know that?" I nod once in response. "I love that you know that." He steps forward and brushes his lips across my neck.

  "So. How?" I incline my head toward the car.

  He smiles smugly. "The same way I got an Aston Martin One-77 two months before it was released."

  "Money?" It's more of a statement.

  "No, it takes more than money...Friends. Very good friends." He doesn't elaborate before taking a step toward the car. "Here." He turns and throws something at me, I catch it and open my hand to see a fob with a little silver trident on it. My face breaks into a huge smile again.

  "You're letting me drive?" I ask dubiously.

  He shrugs with a wry smile. "Guess so." I look around at the long stretch of empty runway, between us and the terminal.

  "Sweeeet." I rip open the door and slide into the seat. I inhale the luxurious scent of the bright red leather seats and interior.

  Theo's laughing when he slides into the seat next to me. "You are so adorable." He shakes his head. I scowl, resenting that description. Keen to prove him wrong I press the enormous red button on the dashboard and the engine roars to life. I press the accelerator and the car snarls, vibrating around me.

  I almost groan. "Oh God, I think I’m having a moment." I sigh.

  His smiles seductively. "Adorable." Although this time there’s an edge to the way he says it. I focus on the computer in the centre console and start adjusting the suspension and ABS settings.

  "What are you doing?" He frowns at me.

  I fix him with my stare and smile deviously, lifting one eyebrow. "I prefer a firmer... more ballsy ride." Before he can respond I slam my foot on the accelerator and the launch control kicks in, firing the car forward. From nought to sixty in four seconds to be exact.

  "Fuck Lilly." Theo grabs the door handle. I laugh, pure elation at the long missed adrenaline coursing through my veins. The digital display glows an angry red as the numbers speed by to hit one hundred and fifty before the end of the runway. I break at the end and Theo lets out the breath he's been holding. The road off the runway to the exit gate is a sharp right. I smile to myself before dropping a gear and flicking the steering wheel around, dabbing the throttle, drip feeding the power to the wheels. The car glides effortlessly in a four wheel drift around the tight bend. I revel in the pure joy of being let lose at the wheel of a five hundred break horse power monster. I slow at the gate and Theo hands me passes for the guard.

  "Evening madam." He says in a thick Italian accent. His amused smile suggests he may have just seen my less then mature driving. "You like the Italian cars?"

  "Oh, very much." I wink at him and he seems to stammer before looking away retreating. The gate opens and I pull the car smoothly out of the airport.

  "Which way?" I ask. When I get no response I turn to look at Theo who is smirking at me, his body twisted toward me. "What?" I frown.

  "Number one, where the hell did you learn to drive like that?!" His raised eyebrows reiterate his shock.

  "I'll have you know that I’ve been driving track cars since I was seventeen." I smirk back at him. “My brother is a mechanic. I know my way around a car.”

  "And secondly...I think you just gave that guard about a month’s worth of wank bank material with the look you just gave him." He winks to let me know he's joking.

  I roll my eyes. "Hardly...although the car maybe." I lovingly stroke the steering wheel.

  He smiles. "There is something incredibly hot about you sitting behind that wheel."

  "Yeah?" I smile seductively and slowly run my hand up his thigh. When I reach his crotch I can feel the rock hard boner he now has.

  "Oh yeah." He smirks.

  I laugh. "I think we should hurry and get to the hotel."

  "Turn left here." I can hear the smile in his voice as I focus on the road in front of me.

  After a twenty minute drive away from the city we arrive at our destination it's not what I’m expecting, the electric gates swing open revealing a pale yellow house. It's an understated sort of grandeur. The small gravel driveway is adorned with well-maintained flower beds blooming with roses. The doorway is framed by two marble pillars. Once inside the hallway is small, but the marble floors sparkle under the sunlight streaming through the windows. There is a set of stairs off the hallway and an enormous two floor window runs the length of them.

  Theo leads me through to the open living room and kitchen, which is surprisingly modern in contrast to the outside of the house. At the end of the space are a set of French doors, he takes my hand and pulls me through them. I instantly gasp at the view. The countryside scene is beautiful, rolling hills and vineyards stretch for miles, and in the distance I can make out the city.

  There’s a small pool at the back of the house and a perfectly kempt lawn stretching beyond. There are a few orange trees and their fresh scent fills the air.

  Theo's warm arms wrap around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. "Do you like it?" His voice is low and rough making me tremble

  "I love it. Is it yours?" I ask.

  "The company owns it technically." His breath is on my neck, making it hard to actually focus on his words.

  "But you're never here." I counter.

  He shrugs. "It gets about a week of use each month." Oddly I found this sad, that such a beautiful home was mostly empty. A house like this should be loved and lived in.

  "But it's beautiful." I whisper.

  He laughs. "You haven't even seen the bedroom yet." That's all it takes for all my earlier base instincts to slam back into me full force. He drops his arms and takes my hand leading me back through the house. Theo points out various rooms as we go, but I don't see any of them. I'm focused on the muscles of his back that are visible through his tight T-shirt. "And this is the bedroom..." I attack him. There really is no other way to describe it. Initially he doesn't react to my barrage, but quickly his lips are just as frantic as mine. His tongue teases mine, and his teeth grate along my bottom lip. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, running my fingers over the deep ridges of muscle that cover his body. My stomach tightens in anticipation.

  Theo makes quick work of discarding my Jeans and tank top. His warm hands run over my bare skin leaving me with goose bumps. I rip his belt off and fumble with the button and then zip of his chinos. When we're both down to underwear he pushes me down on the bed and leaves a burning trail of kisses down my body.

  When he reaches the lace edge of my thong he slowly drags it down my legs. My body is trembling with need and anticipation.

  He kisses his way back up my inner thigh. Murmuring between kisses. "God...missed you...so much." Then his tongue caresses me and I can't focus on anything, I wildly grab his hair and grind my hips, but he presses one arm across my hips, stilling me.

  Quicker than I would have thought possible; I'm clawing at the sheets and screaming his name as the orgasm tears through me. He chuckles as he brings his body back over mine. I'm still a dishevelled gasping mess.

  "I love it when you get wild." He smiles as he kisses my neck.

  "Fuck." I gasp.

  He laughs before he slams into me, burying himself inside me. "Oh god, you're so damn tight Lilly." He groans as he pulls back and thrusts forward again. "So fucking good." He hisses between his teeth.

  He grabs my left ankle, pulling it over his shoulder, he kisses down my calf as he continues his unyielding assault. "I'm close sugar. Come with me." He breathes.

  I nod once to indicate that I’m close, he pulls my other ankle over his shoulder and leans over me, going so deep. I can feel my insides start to tremble, my head rolls back and I cry out as I come.

  Theo pounds into me and then with a growl he stiffens, before collapsing on top of me.

  Chapter 19 – Theo

  We've been invited t
o the Opera this evening by a business acquaintance of mine. I figured Lilly would want to see some of Rome.

  I shower and dress and wait down stairs for her. I don't know what women find to do, but it seems to take them forever to get ready to go anywhere. Lilly could go out in a bin bag and she'd still capture the undivided attention of everyone. She just has that kind of magnetic draw, something about her that seduces and captivates you without her ever ushering a word.

  I turn as she descends the stairs and my jaw almost hits the floor, okay that dress is definitely better than a bin bag. The silk material of the floor length gown is a deep steel grey. The halter neck is made of thick encrusted jewel straps that meet together in the centre of her chest before dropping between her breasts and splitting out to either side of her ribs. Another strap runs around her waist, leaving a small triangular patch of skin visible. Her hair is half pinned up and soft waves cascade down her back. When my eyes finally meet hers she smiles brightly. Her red painted lips and shining emerald eyes a stark contrast to the silver and grey pallet of her dress.

  "Wow Lilly, that dress...you...you look stunning." I stumble over my words.

  She looks down. "I love it, thank you for getting it." I had Cat ship the dress yesterday, luckily it arrived this morning on a special delivery.

  "You have Cat to thank for that one." I meet her surprised gaze.

  "Cat made this?" She gasps. I nod. "Wow, she is really talented." She looks down seeming to reassess the garment.

  We pull up outside the Teatro dell'Opera. Lilly begged me to drive again, and of course I couldn't deny her. It's a seemingly big event tonight. The outside is packed with security guards and various photographers. Elegantly clad women and men in tuxedo's are making their way inside.

  Lilly steps out of the car and hands the keys to a valet, as I move around the front of the car I catch the end of her sentence. "...even one scratch and I’ll hunt you down and cut your balls off." She stares at the boy with one eyebrow raised. I feel sorry for the guy who withers under her stare but is making a huge effort not to look at her buoyant chest. I grab her elbow chuckling to myself at how possessive she is of the car. She flicks one final glare over her shoulder as he pulls away.

  "My my, you're feisty tonight." I try to supress my smile.

  "Yeah well you didn't see his face light up when I handed him the keys." She grumbles.

  I laugh. "Wow, I wish you were that possessive over me." I mock.

  She lightly shoves my shoulder. "You're capable of looking after yourself. She can't." She pouts.

  "She?" I snort.

  "Of course, she is far to beautiful and perfect..." She sighs. Yes, she actually just sighed, over a car! "....to be anything but a she." She cocks an eyebrow daring an argument.

  I roll my eyes, guiding her toward the doors.

  After standing for what felt like hours of photos and speaking to what seemed like a never ending stream of business related people, we eventually make it to the private box that Alberto, my main man in the Rome office arranged for us. We're seated in plush velvet covered chairs. The opera house is staggering in its size. The walls are lined with private boxes, four high that run in a semi-circle facing the stage. There is then tiered seating and finally ground seating. Everything about the place screams of grandeur, from the gold painted pillars adorning each box, to the elaborate art work depicted on the high ceiling and the thick red carpet that lines all of the walkways.

  An ice bucket is on a small table in the corner and a waiter stands rigidly beside it, waiting to assist us with anything we might need. I reach over and take Lilly's hand, holding it to my thigh. The lights dim signalling the start of the performance. The electricity that usually crackles between us seems to intensify in the darkness. My gaze flicks toward her, but I can't make out her features in the darkness.

  My whole body seems to thrum with energy, hyper aware and attuned to her presence. Her fingers tighten against my thigh making my cock stiffen, I thread my fingers through hers, stilling her. A soft voice has begun drifting up from the stage, but my mind has blocked it out to mere background noise. I sit rigid and braced trying to calm myself as my cock starts to ache, fighting the urge to just drag her back to the villa right now. How does she do this to me?! I can't even sit alone with her for five minutes without her formidable lure corrupting me to a walking hard on.

  I glance up again and in the glow from the stage lighting I can make out the small smirk on her face. Fuck. She knows exactly what she does to me. I reach over and slowly trail my hand up her leg, I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.

  She turns her head and locks me in her gaze, her eyes sparkle in the darkness, the green so bright they're all I can make out. Her stare burns me to the spot, sending red hot desire coursing through my veins until I feel charred and desperate in my painful need for her.

  I abruptly stand and hand the waiter in the corner a handful of notes, asking him to make himself scarce for the next half an hour. He obliges and scurries from the box. I lock the door behind him, and sit back down on the chair. Lilly is smiling smugly. She abruptly stands and hitches her dress up to straddle my lap. Her lips meet mine in a near violent gesture and I know then that her need is just as great as mine. I run my hands up her thighs, making her shudder and gasp. I reach the lace edge of her under wear, slipping my finger beneath the lace and into the warm wetness beneath. I moan into her mouth, delighting in her arousal. I slip one finger inside her and her breathing becomes ragged. The music drifts eerily around us, making everything so intense. She rocks against my hand as her fingers grip my hair roughly, her teeth pull at my bottom lip as she groans into my mouth. I have never seen anything so erotic or beautiful.

  She suddenly jerks back, ripping open my belt and the fly of my trousers. I lift my hips, allowing her to pull my boxers down enough for my rigid cock to spring free. I grasp the lace at either side of her hips and wrap it around my hands, before tearing it away with one swift yank. Her teeth grate her bottom lip and her eyes flash wildly as the material roughly bites into her soft skin. She abruptly lifts and sinks down onto my cock in one movement. I slam my hand over her mouth, blocking her loud moan. There are people in the boxes either side of us, merely a few feet away. I have no problem being seen in fact it adds to the thrill, but the idea of somebody watching Lilly come bothers me a lot. Plus, I can't imagine what kind of money someone would get if they managed to film this.

  Her eyes squeeze shut as she stills on top of me for a moment, I release my hand from her mouth when I’m sure she's gained control. She leans her forehead against mine, breathing heavily and then she begins to move, her hips grinding against mine. “Oh...god." She breathes against my lips. I grip her hips, guiding her movement, holding her as close as possible. The music is climbing in pace and intensity, as are Lilly's movements. She feels so damn good, but it's not enough, I need more of her.

  I grasp her thighs and stand, taking her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist. I move into the darkness at the back of the box, pressing her against the wall next to the door. I slam into her again, pinning her in place with my hips. She bites my neck, trying to bury her moans in my skin. My fingers dig into her soft flesh. The angelic voice below us climbs higher and higher, driving me on. My thrusts come hard and fast as I pound into her. Her ragged breath is hot against my searing skin. The music creeps higher again reaching its dramatic climax, I slam into her even harder. She starts to moan loudly and I clamp my hand over her mouth again, forcing her head back against the wall. The singer hits her final note, booming out a long high pitched symphony. I release Lilly's mouth as she screams my name, her cries drowned out and inaudible over the one elongated note. She tightens around me as she comes and I growl into her neck as I come hard, deep inside her. The singing abruptly stops, followed by loud applause. I stand motionless, with Lilly's legs wrapped around me. Our faces are inches apart as we stare at each other. Both our chests are still heaving and a thin sheen of swea
t covers her beautiful face. I slowly lift her off of me and tenderly place her on the ground. Her skirt whispers to the floor, she straightens the dress and smooth’s a loose lock of hair. She looks perfect as though nothing happened.

  The rest of our time in Rome was spent much the same as the first day...inside of Lilly...In the bedroom...over the kitchen counter... in the pool. It was the best weekend of my life. Now, back to reality.

  It's Wednesday and I have agreed to meet my sister’s new boyfriend this evening, much to my displeasure. I never know why she wants me to meet anyone, no-one will ever be good enough for her in my eyes. The only saving grace is that Lilly is coming with me, and I really do want her to meet Cat.

  My sisters flat is in a large Chelsea town house which I happen to own. I press the buzzer and she buzzes us in.

  Her apartment is very girly, everything is cream with soft landscapes on the walls. She has a varied range of furniture in the house, antique chairs have been re-upholstered with bright pink animal print, which contrasts the very modern glass dining table. Her kitchen looks like Cath Kidson threw up in there.

  "Theo." She beams at me. She always gets overly loud when she's nervous, and I know she will be nervous.

  "Cat." She kisses me on each cheek. “This is Lilly. Lilly, my sister Cat."

  They exchange a hug. "It's so good to finally meet you properly." Cat gushes.

  "You too." Lilly looks slightly awkward, but handles the whole thing rather well for her. I know this kind of thing freaks her out.

  "Something smells good." I interrupt. Cat has always been a talented cook, something which I have never taken the slightest interest in.

  "I'm making Lamb shanks." She turns and heads into the kitchen.

  "Would you two like a drink?" She shouts from the kitchen.