Enlightened (Untwisted Series Book 4) Page 15

  It hadn’t bothered me that I had a very small circle of people that I trusted in my life, but when I’d scribbled down my guest list earlier even I thought six names was pretty pathetic. The fact that my list was so minimal was clearly making Rebecca think too deeply about things, probably my pitiful childhood – definitely something I didn’t want to get into discussions about again – so I slid my hands up her back and around to her lower ribs, where I gave a small tickle which instantly made her laugh and squirm in my lap. ‘That’s my list, baby, don’t overthink it. You are the only person I really need to be there.’

  Rebecca wriggling on my lap might have been distracting her from the issue in hand, but her curvy bottom rubbing repeatedly across my crotch certainly wasn’t helping the state of my poor tortured groin. ‘Fine, OK …’ she gasped in between giggles until I finally relented. ‘You’ll have to give me more to go on that just “Mr Burrett and Wife” though. I know he’s James, but what’s her first name?’

  Chuckling at my own lazy list writing I smiled, ‘Maggie, but if it’s for the place cards I guess you should use Margaret.’

  Rebecca leaned across and plucked up my pencil to amend the list and I winced as her movement caused things to become almost unbearably tight down below. Suddenly dropping all humour from my face I put on my most serious expression and focused a solemn stare on my girl. ‘Now that’s cleared up we have a very serious matter to address, Rebecca.’ I murmured my words in a low, authoritative tone which never seemed to fail in getting Becky simultaneously nervy and aroused at the same time – such a great combination.

  Licking her lower lip she blinked at me several times, apparently trying to work out what on earth was going on. ‘What’s is it?’ she asked, her voice small and curious.

  ‘Well, it seems that whilst your positioning across my lap is rather satisfactory, your abundant levels of clothing most certainly are not.’ It took a second for Becky to realise that I was playing with her, and as soon as she did the smile that I loved so much surged across her face as she leaned in to kiss me, laughing against my lips. ‘You scared me for a second there, Nicholas, I thought there was something wrong with the wedding plans.’

  Leaning back I took hold of the hem of her T-shirt and jerked my chin up to indicate that she needed to raise her arms. We were so attuned to each other that she followed my silent command immediately, and I swept the cotton from her body before tossing it aside and fixing my eyes on her beautiful lace enclosed breasts. ‘There’s nothing wrong with the wedding plans, everything’s going perfectly. There is, however, an issue with the wedding tackle that needs to be addressed.’

  I gave an upwards thrust of my hips to support my point, which caused my rampant erection to rub her right between the legs as she let out a lusty moan which could have rivalled most porn stars. OK so my line had been a bit cheesy, but it worked, Becky fell against me, laughing for a few seconds, her warm breasts heaving against my chest and forcing me to use the last thread of my self-control as I cradled her body against mine. Leaning back she then began to undo my shirt buttons with nimble fingers until we were both topless and our chests were pressed together as she united our lips in hot, searching kiss.

  Raising herself so she was fully kneeling on the stool Rebecca unzipped her jeans and then began to work on my belt and zip while still leaning down and kissing me frantically. Her lips and tongue were everywhere, and she seemed reluctant to break the contact between our mouths so that we could stand and actually remove our trousers. Finally, when I had almost reached breaking point, I groaned, gripped her by the hips, and shifted her so she was sat on the keys of my piano. It made quite a racket, uncoordinated notes ringing out in the quiet of the room, only accompanied by our ragged breathing and aroused moans.

  This was almost a blasphemous action for me – my piano was pretty much priceless, custom-built especially for me – and as such I never ever placed anything on the keys except for my fingers, but right now I was almost out of my mind with lust and it had to be said that Rebecca looked pretty fucking amazing leaning on it half naked, her jeans undone and her eyes filled with desperate lust. Licking my lips hungrily I felt my cock give an almighty twitch and I closed the gap between us with just one thing on my mind – getting my woman naked, right now.

  Peeling off her jeans and knickers, then following suit with my trousers, I took a second to grab a breath and ran my hands up the smooth length of her legs, coming to rest on her waist as I moved in for another hungry kiss. As my tongue explored Rebecca’s willing mouth I reached behind her to unclip her bra and as she once again shifted and hit several more notes I couldn’t help but tug her firmly against me with one hand while the other quickly closed the piano lid. Rolling my eyes at myself I stepped back and distracted my brain by peeling off her bra off and immediately dipping my head to take one hardened nipple into my mouth. Desire burned though me now, her skin tasted so good, sweet and lightly floral, a combination I just couldn’t seem to get enough off.

  Arching against me Rebecca was almost curved over my supporting arm, her spine resting on my palm and her shoulders leaning against the lid of the piano with her hair cascading over the shiny black surface. God, this was like every single one of my erotic fantasies come to life in one go. Taking my free hand I trailed my fingers from her belly button up the centre of her body all the way to her throat. On the return journey my hand wandered across to her breasts, rubbing the heel of my hand roughly across her tight nipples tweaking and rolling them until she was mewling and writhing in my arms. She was so responsive, so perfect. Mine.

  ‘Nicholas …’ One breathy gasp of my name was all it took to catapult me into ridding me of my boxers and retaking my seat on the piano stool, pulling Rebecca with me. Placing her hands on my shoulders to steady herself Rebecca resumed her kneeling position so she was straddled across my thighs with her hot, wet opening hovering just above the desperate tip of my cock.

  Wide, lust-filled green eyes locked on mine as she bit her lower lip and began to lower herself onto me inch by inch, letting her legs splay wider as she did so. Rebecca’s eyes didn’t leave mine once, not even when she made the final adjustment that had me fully embedded inside her to the root. Christ, I was so deep like this. It felt fucking incredible. Just when I thought this really couldn’t get any better Rebecca tentatively began to slowly circle her hips, her cheeks flushing as she started to move. Being this deep inside of her I knew that this had to be a pretty intense experience for Rebecca too, so as much as I wanted to thrust upwards into her, I didn’t. In fact I didn’t move at all, instead I carefully watched her eyes to make sure she was OK and not in any discomfort. Tension seemed to flicker around her eyes for a few seconds, but gradually as I felt Rebecca relaxing around me I saw her face also loosening up before she suddenly began to move more regularly.

  Swivelling her hips, and lifting herself up and down on my heated cock, she began to mix in all the right movements to send me skyrocketing towards my climax as my balls tightened and my cock started to throb almost painfully inside her tight heat. Gritting my teeth I held off from the peak I so desperately wanted, determined that I would wait for her. Lowering a hand between our bodies I used my thumb to find her clitoris and began to rub firm circles over the swollen nub, matching the time of her movements. Throwing her head back on a loud moan Rebecca quickly reinstated our eye contact, her pupils dilated and a little unfocused. ‘I’m close, Nicholas!’ she gasped, moving in earnest now as our sweaty hips clashed together.

  Lifting herself almost to the tip of me Rebecca then surprised the hell out of me as she dropped herself down onto my cock so hard and fast that there was no way I could hold off anymore and my climax roared up and shot from me, filling her channel and seeming to spark Rebecca’s own orgasm as she yelled out my name and dug her nails into my shoulders so hard I felt the skin pop beneath her grip.

  Christ, well, that was the guest list sorted

  and my family jewels taken care off, all wit
hin the hour. How very efficient of us.

  Twelve –Nathan

  I was sat on my favourite sofa – favourite because this was where my rather splendid spanking liaison with Stella had occurred just two weeks ago – reading the business section of the Sunday Times when I heard a key slip into the front door. The sound of metal sliding together as the lock opened briefly transported me back to the early days of my relationship with Stella when she had been just my submissive. I say ‘just my submissive’, but if I’m honest with myself I’d known right from the start that my feelings for Stella went beyond the realms of purely physical. Awaiting her arrival back then had become almost an obsessive craving for me, over the course of our first few months together I’d literally spent hours sitting in exactly his spot and staring at the door waiting for it to open. With these thoughts on my mind I was almost grinning by the time the door finally swung open tonight.

  Dumping down a heavy selection of shopping bags Stella wiggled her fingers in apparent relief and then smiled across at me. ‘So, seeing as I’ve just been dragged around Westfield shopping centre by Nicholas to buy winter clothes for Rebecca’s surprise Christmas trip away, can I assume you’re not spending the holidays with your brother as planned?’

  What ? Her words ruined my good mood and certainly grabbed my full attention. Throwing down my newspaper I sprang up and crossed the room to her as I felt tension seeming to radiate from every pore of my body. Stopping just before her I splayed my legs and crossed my arms over my chest defensively as I glared at her. ‘You went shopping with my brother?’ I demanded, but in response Stella simply rolled her eyes at me before heading to the sink to get a drink of water.

  ‘As endearing as your jealousy used to be, it’s starting to wear a bit thin now, Nathan,’ she told me in a soft voice, giving me a firm, patient look that immediately made me feel thoroughly chastised. I fucking hated how jealous I could feel over Stella, it was like an ugly monster lurking deep within me that would rear up from nowhere at any moment and stamp on any logical reasoning. Scratching at the back of my neck I grimaced, knowing that it was still a new emotion for me and probably stemmed from my lack of experience with any other real relationships in my life. Taking in a deep, calming breath I tried to tamp down my irrational annoyance. This was Stella and my brother we were talking about for God’s sakes, the two people I trusted most in the entire world.

  Like with most things, Stella was good at reading me, and instead of losing her temper at my outburst she simply stayed quiet and let me work through my unease. Hopefully one day I’d manage to act like a normal human being around her, instead of an irrational lunatic. Why the fuck she was still with me was a mystery to me. Placing a hand on my arm Stella effectively interrupted my troubled thoughts and brought me back to the present with her warming touch. ‘Trust, remember?’ she said softly, instantly reminding me of the conversation we’d had a few weeks ago when I’d so gracelessly gate-crashed Rebecca’s hen-do.

  Taking a deep breath I did a calming countdown and then nodded before tentatively closing the gap between us and leaning down to place my lips on hers. ‘Sorry,’ I muttered, which was miraculously a word that I was now able to say without grimacing.

  ‘I wasn’t shopping with your brother, I was shopping and bumped into your brother. Very different things, Nathan,’ Stella told me and I remembered now that she’d said she was going shopping for my Christmas present. A little shiver of excitement ran through me at the thought of giving and receiving gifts with Stella this year. We used to get presents at Christmas when I was younger but my parents, my father in particular, had always seemed grudging about it. In fact I clearly remember one year when Nicholas had excitedly run down on Christmas morning and asked if Santa had been during the night, only for my father to toss a gift at him and tell him smugly that Santa wasn’t real and the presents were bought with his hard-earned cash. I’ll never forget the crestfallen look on Nicholas’s face as he realised Father Christmas wasn’t real. I think a little bit of my brother’s innocence died that day. It wasn’t long after that my father started regularly beating Nicholas too.

  Swallowing down my bitter memories of the past my eyes flicked to the pile of shopping by the door. As tempting as it was to inspect the bags to see what Stella might have purchased I refrained and turned my eyes back to her.

  ‘So what did Nicholas say then?’ I asked, already knowing the general gist of it – my brother had phoned me just a few hours ago from the shopping centre to check if I minded him spending Christmas with Rebecca this year.

  ‘He was very excited,’ Stella said with a laugh. ‘Practically bursting with energy, actually. Basically he said that he’d just booked a holiday for Rebecca’s Christmas present and was glad he’d run into me because he needed help picking out some clothing for her, but no matter how much I interrogated him he wouldn’t tell me where they were going,’ she added on a pout. ‘They must be going somewhere cold though, because he purchased practically an entire new wardrobe of warm clothes for her.’

  ‘Iceland,’ I said, recalling Nicholas’ excited tone. It was somewhere he’d always wanted to go and I saw Stella’s eyebrows rise in appreciation.

  ‘Wow. Fancy,’ she murmured.

  ‘It’s a surprise though, so don’t mention anything to Rebecca,’ I added, remembering Nicholas’ warning to me.

  ‘Of course I won’t. So, what are your Christmas plans now then?’ she asked curiously, stepping into my arms for a cuddle and slipping her hands round so they rested on the small of my back. I smiled at how enjoyable I now found this simple act. Hugging, cuddling, or snuggling had never been part of my life before Stella, but the contentment that I found when she was wrapped in my arms was one of the purest I’d ever experienced.

  Sighing happily I lowered my head and nuzzled into her hair, loving the smell of her shampoo. ‘I was going to spend it with Nicholas, but obviously that’s changed now.’ As my mind ticked over things an idea came to me. Seeing as Nicholas was going on holiday for Christmas we could too. Pulling back I looked down at Stella. ‘Would you like to spend Christmas in a hotel with me? Chester perhaps? Or abroad if you like, New York is beautiful in December. What do you think?’

  It was only two weeks before Christmas and I was well aware that most ‘normal’ people tended to plan their Christmases quite a way in advance, so Stella might well already have plans. I watched as she fidgeted briefly in my arms and felt my stomach drop as I realised I was right.

  ‘Um … actually I didn’t think we were spending Christmas together and my brother is home on leave from the Royal Navy so I … I um… I kind of told my mum I’d be home with them on Christmas day,’ she said tentatively, apparently concerned about hurting my feelings.

  Not wanting Stella to see that I was a little upset about the prospect of spending Christmas on my own I straightened back and tried to remove the frown that had briefly settled on my brow. ‘I see. Of course,’ I murmured with a nod. I think my voice was convincing, but annoyingly I found my compulsive habits flooding to the surface as I stepped back, dropped my eyes to avoid her gaze, and began to fiddle with my shirt cuff.

  Closing the distance I had just put between us Stella reached up and tipped my chin up so I was forced to meet her smiling gaze. ‘I know it’s a long shot, but how would you feel about joining me and my family for Christmas this year?’ she asked in a hopeful tone as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

  Staring at her in surprise I blinked several times as I ran her words though my mind. Attend a regular family Christmas?

  Me? Christ, it had certainly been a while since

  that had happened. In fact, I wasn’t even sure that the Christmas’ I’d experienced with my parents had been ‘regular’ in any way, shape, or form. Pulling Stella back into my arms as she once again relaxed against my chest I pondered her request for a minute, before a slow smile spread on my lips. A family Christmas with the Marsdens? Well, I suppose there was always a first time for ev
erything.

  Thirteen –Stella

  Kicking off his shoes – his favourite black and white brogues – Kenny grinned like a kid in a sweet shop as he sunk back into one of the plush armchairs in Nathan’s home cinema room. ‘Oh God, Stella I’d forgotten how good these chairs were,’ he remarked with an appreciative groan as he reclined the seat, stretched out his legs, and wiggled his toes within some seriously bright stripy socks.

  Turning to me a sudden twinkle crept into my friend’s eyes and he pursed his lips as a wicked grin began to curve his mouth. ‘I bet you and Nathan have got down and dirty in at least one of these chairs, haven’t you?’ he asked with a suggestive bounce of his eyebrows.

  ‘Kenny!’ I yelped, as a blush of mortification – and guilt – swept up my cheeks. We had, on several occasions, but that was hardly the point.

  ‘I thought so,’ he said smugly, crossing his legs at the ankles and linking his hands behind his head.

  I flopped down in the chair next to him so I could avoid looking him directly in the eye. ‘I didn’t confirm or deny it, Kenny,’ I replied with a small smile. Really it didn’t matter if Kenny knew a few juicy details of my relationship with Nathan, he was one of my best friends after all. Besides, it actually made quite a refreshing change for me to be the one with stories to tell, usually it was Kenny unable to contain his glee at his latest conquest or escapade.