TWENTY-SIX

Luc 

WE DON’T EVEN make it through the auction. 

‘Going once!’ 

The auctioneer’s voice rings out from the next room as I take Lexi’s hands, sliding them up the wall she’s leaning against so they’re over her head. The lighting in here is dim, made up only of the glow from streetlamps outside and some shafts of light slicing through a slight opening in the door. Lexi is transformed into a shadowy goddess, the soft illumination from outside skimming against the curve of her body.

It’s really fucking hot.

‘Going twice!’ 

She tilts her head back and looks at me, her eyelids heavy over her eyes as she does so. I pin her hands in place with one of mine. Her lips part slightly. My cock twitches against the tightly-woven fabric of my jeans.

‘Sold!’ 

I use my other hand to trace a line down her right arm. My fingers brush down her neck, and her breathing quickens slightly.

Down, down. Following the curve of her breast. I let my fingers linger there for a second as I look at her chest, her nipples visibly hard behind the tight red bodice. I graze one with my thumb, and her chest rises and falls with her breathing.

‘Your body is incredible, Lexi,’ I say in a low voice. 

She turns her head away, and even in the darkness I know she’s blushing. ‘I wouldn’t usually let just some guy do this, you know.’

‘I’m not just some guy though, am I?’ 

She doesn’t answer.

I let my fingers resume their path down her body, slowing at the curve of her hip, until I find the hem of her dress. She inhales audibly and turns to face me again as I slip my hand beneath the fabric, working my way up now. Up along her inner thigh as she closes her legs around my fingers.

Up, up. Until I find the fabric of her underwear.

I gently run a finger underneath her, along her panties. She jolts slightly and lets out a small moan.

She’s wet already.

We make eye contact, silently sharing the secret of her wet panties for a moment.

Until I stroke them again.

She gasps a second time.

Her eyes look into mine, pleading for more.

But she’s going to have to ask.

I slowly inch my fingers away from her panties. Her eyes widen and she moans, slightly bucking her hips towards me.

‘Oh?’ I ask, feigning innocence. 

She frowns.

‘What?’ I tease. 

‘You know what,’ she whispers back, frustration in her words. 

I raise an eyebrow, my fingers still on her inner thighs. ‘Ask nicely.’

‘What?!’ she hisses. 

The sound of movement outside the door causes us both to pause for a moment. We freeze, Lexi barely daring to breathe. After a few seconds, the person leaves and I turn back to her.

‘Please,’ she says, before I can say anything. 

‘Please what?’ I tease, drawing out her frustration. 

She looks into my eyes, trying to find the words. ‘Please touch me,’ she eventually tries.

‘I’m already touching you.’ 

‘Luc!’ she hisses. ‘You know what I mean.’ 

‘I want to hear you say the words.’ 

She huffs and looks away for a moment. Out the window. Trying to disengage. But I know she can’t. To prove it, I let my hand wander closer to her panties again. She immediately looks back at me, and I can’t help but grin.

She takes a deep breath. Her tone is soft and pleading as she quietly says the words. ‘Please make me come.’

I reach into her panties, feeling the full, luscious, soft wetness of her cunt. She exhales heavily as my fingers make contact with her, and I bury my face in her neck, kissing her hard.

Her body shudders as my fingers enter her, my thumb stroking her clit.

Her hips jerk into mine as she comes, and I press against her, holding her upright between my body and the wall.

‘Good,’ I whisper into her hair. 

We stay like this for a minute, until her breathing calms and I know she’s OK to stand on her own again. When I pull back, I can see her cheeks are flushed and her lips pinker than usual, her hair a little more mussed up.

She looks at me. ‘Bastard.’

I grin. ‘As if you didn’t love that.’

She scowls for a second but quickly gives in to smiling.

‘You OK?’ 

She nods. She looks at my chest, then down to my crotch. ‘What about you?’ she says, stepping towards me. Her hand reaches down.

My cock is hard. Throbbing.

Obviously I want her.

And I fucking know she wants me.

We shouldn’t just leave, though. Not without saying goodbye.

Lexi looks at me, all dark eyes and heavy bangs and moonlit curves.

I have to have her.

Fuck it.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ I say, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. 

THE LIMO IS waiting for us as we exit. I considered just grabbing a cab, but the driver will have more than enough time to get us to the airport and come back in time for when the others want to leave. 

The driver holds the door open for Lexi as we approach. I hand him a wad of fifties for the inconvenience and his discretion, despite the way he checks her out as she climbs into the back of the limo.

Don’t even fucking think about it, buddy.

I can practically feel the testosterone coursing through me as I get in beside her.

My hands are in her hair as soon as the door is closed. The two minutes it took to get from that room to this car felt like at least thirty.

She presses her lips against mine as the limo pulls away, her hands fumbling for my shirt buttons, moaning softly into my mouth as she parts her lips for me.

I’m not sure we’re going to make it all the way home.

I reach out blindly, finally finding and pressing the switch to raise the partition between us and the driver.

Lexi starts undoing my shirt, her hands reaching beneath it to touch my chest.

As she pushes her body closer, I reach around behind her, finding the zip on her dress. I slowly pull it down so I can feel her bare skin.

She reaches down for my jeans. Every brush against my cock is torture as she undoes them. I pull them down as her dress—now looser thanks to the open zip—slips down her front, revealing her plump, braless tits.

I free myself from my boxers and pull her on top of me, kissing her bare skin and slipping a condom out of my wallet.

‘Luc,’ she moans in a half whisper. My cock twitches in response. 

Fuck, even the way she says my name.

Her dress collapses around her waist as I unroll the condom onto myself.

‘Luc, my panties,’ she says. 

Oh right. Yeah. She’s still wearing them.

I reach underneath the skirt of her dress and, finding the waistband, tear her knickers in two, pulling them away. Horror flashes across her face for a moment.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll replace them,’ I say, tossing them aside and pulling her onto me. She doesn’t look entirely forgiving, but that doesn’t stop her sinking down onto me, slowly at first, biting her lip as she does so. 

She looks at me, hands on my shoulders, as she sits fully onto me, tight around me.

Then again. And again. Her hips rocking against me. Her tits bouncing gently. Her moans and her breathing getting louder.

Yes. I need this. Need her.

I can’t help myself. I pull her closer, burying my face in her chest, biting her nipple gently, letting my fingers wander down to the top of her ass.

Tracing the line where her butt cheeks meet.

She moves faster, harder. More needy.

She smells so fucking good.

And I’m going to come soon.

She gets there first, tightening harder around me, bringing me to climax with her.

I grip her hips hard as I come, her upper body folding over mine.

And I kiss her shoulders, wondering how we ended up like this.

And not wanting it to end. 

WHEN I WAKE up in Harry’s guest bedroom, Lexi’s not next to me. 

Instead, I hear movement downstairs.

I give her a minute, then get up, tossing on a t-shirt and some shorts before heading down.

I find her in the kitchen, wearing my shirt from last night and some shorts she must have grabbed from my room.

Well, I did tear her panties.

‘You’re up!’ she says, noticing me at the entrance to the kitchen. 

‘Uh-huh,’ I say leaning against the doorframe. She looks good in my clothes. Like when she was wearing my hoodie that night, way back in October. 

‘You have tea!’ she exclaims, opening one of the cupboards to show me the tea I bought and put there. ‘Is this yours or Harry’s?’ she asks. 

‘Mine.’ 

She looks more than a little happy at this admission.

‘Don’t get too excited,’ I add. ‘We also have bananas.’ I nod to the fruit bowl behind her. 

She dismisses me with a wave. ‘Yeah, but you only have the tea because of me.’

I shake my head. ‘You want breakfast?’

‘I was going to make some and bring it upstairs,’ she says, opening another cupboard, ‘but I’m not sure what’s here or where anything is.’ 

I walk over to the fridge and open it. ‘We have eggs. And sliced mushrooms. Sliced peppers. Cheese.’ I turn to her. ‘Omelette?’

She smiles. ‘OK.’

I get the food out and crack some eggs while she searches for a pan to heat up.

It’s nice. Just hanging out with her. Making breakfast.

This is a couple thing, I realise as I crack another egg. 

I pause for a second, considering that thought. Wondering if I should say something. That I like this. That I don’t want this to stop.

‘Found it!’ Lexi says triumphantly, setting a large frying pan on the hob. She looks at me, beaming. Then her smile drops slightly. ‘I was a bit worried Harry would be here,’ she says. 

I laugh. ‘Why?’

Lexi shrugs. ‘I don’t know. I’m just some random girl poking around his kitchen.’

I gather the empty shells into some kitchen paper and wipe the surface. ‘You’re not just some random girl,’ I say, tossing them into the bin. ‘You’re my random girl.’ 

‘Hmm,’ she says, clearly not sure how to take that comment. She reaches for the bowl of eggs and starts whisking them with a fork. 

‘I meant that in a good way,’ I clarify. I really do want to say something. It’s hard to find the words. 

‘So, Luc. Tell me about yourself,’ she says, tossing the peppers and mushrooms into the pan with a knob of butter. 

I shrug. ‘Nothing much to tell. Normal, fairly straightforward childhood. Now I’m a drummer.’

‘But you’re so private,’ she says. 

‘I just don’t want to belong to everyone. Don’t want my life and the people I care about out there for everyone to pick at.’ 

‘Except me?’ she says, pouring the eggs on top of the mushrooms and peppers. 

Walked into that one. ‘Well,’ I say, taking a deep breath, ‘that’s different.’

‘Oh?’ She picks up the cheese but looks a bit lost. 

I open the cupboard and get the grater out, taking the cheese off her. ‘So I can deter Hayley.’

Lexi sighs. ‘I guess.’

I grate some cheese directly over the omelette as it cooks.

‘So that’s it?’ she asks. ‘No secrets? No nothing?’ 

‘Nope. Why?’ 

She shrugs. ‘Just that you’ve met my family. Feel like I should know about yours, at least a little. Even if we don’t know exactly what we’re doing here.’

‘Fair,’ I say, nodding. Still trying to work out what exactly I want here. All I know is that I want her. Is that enough? 

I watch her as she searches for the plates and cutlery.

It’s two weeks until Valentine’s Day. We should do something together.

Once she’s found what she’s looking for, she turns to me. ‘Tea?’ she says, smiling.

I nod.

Yeah, I think that’s enough.