Skin Deep

Kissing me one more time before releasing my lips slowly, he lifted me out of the water, my skin steaming in the coldness, so hot that the snow melted upon impact with my body. He pressed me back, my hips on the edge of the tub, my back laying on the towels piled on the decking. I shivered, not really cold because the heat had seeped into every inch of me, warming me from the outside as my desire heated me from the inside.



I gasped, the sound turning into a long low moan as Luke moved between my thighs, his lips finding my center unerringly, lightly kissing the hot, wet folds before gently parting them with the tip of his tongue. His hands moved my legs apart, spreading them, and me, wide, his eyes locked on that secret part of me his actions revealed. I heard his breath whisper out between his lips before his tongue followed, tasting me softly again.



He slowly loved me with his mouth, touching and tasting every inch of my tender flesh, dipping inside of me, swirling around the hardened nub that was standing at attention, begging for his touch. He finally licked through my folds with the flat of his hot, wet tongue, pressing firmly against my clit then closing his lips over it, sucking on it with gentle pulls. I brought my hands up and thrust them into his hair, twisting my fingers into the thick, wet strands and holding him tightly against that aching part of me.



I urged him to move faster, but he resisted, steadily dragging his tongue through my dripping heat, up and down, again and again until the pressure built and built and built…with one final sweep of his tongue he sent me falling over the edge in the hardest, softest, most intense, shattering, beautiful orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Sounds contradictory, I know, because he made me come so hard, but at the same time, he’d done it so softly and sweetly…it was like…I have no words.



Luke slid his hands beneath my shoulders and lifted my seemingly boneless body back into the steaming hot water, cuddling me in his lap. I could feel his thick, hard length bobbing against my thigh and I shifted so I was straddling his lap, facing the backyard. I reached between my wide spread thighs and guided him into me, sinking down slowly over him, letting his hardness stretch and fill me until he was buried balls deep in the tight fist of my body.



I sat still in his lap, letting my body acclimate to the invasion of his, our mouths mating slowly and sensuously. I laved the hard silver ring threaded through his lip, the contrast of the cold metal against the heat of my tongue sending shivers down my spine. When Luke’s hands came up to bracket my waist, just above my hips, I leaned back, trusting him and the buoyancy of the water to hold me up. I stretched out, laying back in the water, letting Luke set the pace of our lovemaking.



He used his hands on my hips to move me, pushing me toward the middle of the hot tub as he stood in the middle and began thrusting into me. I put my arms down in the water, finding the edge of the hard plastic seat and bracing myself against it as the waves lapped my body. He set a steady rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, rolling his hips against mine so that every hardened inch of him stroked that special place inside me, causing my breath to hitch and my arms and legs to tremble.



I cried out as he pulled out of me, reaching for him to guide him back inside, but he turned me away from him, forcing me to kneel on the bench that I’d just been bracing my arms on. He pushed me forward slightly as he took himself in hand and guided his length back into my depths, thrusting home and making both of us groan in relief. I felt his hand come around the front of me, searching for something before he shifted us both on the bench.



I came apart in his hands as he thrust into me, hard and fast, while the jet he had positioned me in front of pounded against my clit, bringing me to the edge and pushing me over again and again until I was screaming and sobbing into the cold night air, lost completely to the ecstasy thrumming through me, begging him to come because it was too much. With one last heaving thrust, he slammed himself into me and let go, yelling out his release and it echoed through the night with mine.



Luke and I collapsed into the water, our breath coming in gasps. After a minute or two, he pulled me up and we stepped out onto the deck, grabbing our towels and wrapping them around us as we ran for the door, leaving wet footprints in the snow on the deck.



We made love again in the shower before washing each other off and collapsing into the bed, wrapped up in each other and thoroughly worn out. Just like Christmas, it had turned out to be the best New Years Eve ever!



When I woke in the morning, my body felt deliciously sore as I stretched, grinning as I looked at Luke sleeping beside me. I quietly and carefully slid out from underneath his arm and threw on some clothes before padding barefoot downstairs to make my favorite guys a banging New Year’s breakfast.



After I got done cooking, I went over to the couch where Jackson was sleeping and shook him awake before going down the hall to get Brandon up. I was shocked when the door opened immediately and he grinned at me, rubbing his belly like he’d known all along what I was doing. Then again, he has a nose for food, so his eyes probably popped open as soon as the bacon hit the frying pan!



I headed upstairs to get Luke, but he met me on the stairs, leaning in for a very nice kiss before following me back into the kitchen. We all ate every morsel I’d prepared and then they actually cleaned everything up for me while Doug and I reclined on the couch. My mom called to see if we were going to stop over and I told her we would probably be by after a bit.



Luke, Brandon, and Jackson all played Xbox for a bit while I read on my Kindle. We left the house and headed to my parents’ house. Mom always makes a big pot of pork and sauerkraut, which I think is disgusting. Every year she tries and tries to get me to take just one bite because she swears it will bring me good luck for the year. I always refuse.



Until this year…Luke and my mom ganged up on me and I didn’t stand a chance. I could have held out but Luke whispered in my ear that he wouldn’t touch me for a month if I didn’t take one bite. He started out with a week, and I had whispered back that I could handle that. Then he upped it to two weeks. I wavered a little at that, but then he said a month and refused to kiss me when I asked. So I plugged my nose and took a small bite. Very small.



We didn’t stay long at my parents’ house, and headed home so I could do some laundry and get back in the mindset to head back to work after the weekend.



Chapter 22



I went in to work on Monday morning to find that the furnace had quit. Floyd had called someone but they wouldn’t be there for at least three to four hours from what he was told, so I was bundled up in my sweater and my coat, with my gloves on . I got a few weird looks as clients came in the door for their appointments, but that changed within a few minutes as they waited.



The phone was ringing off the hook and I hadn’t had a chance to even listen to the voice mail from the week we were gone, yet. It was almost one before the furnace guy showed up and finally got the heat working again. Hallelujah!



The phones slowed down a bit after he left and I started listening to the sixteen voice mails that people had left. I was surprised, because usually after being gone for a week, we’d have a lot more messages, but then again, I did change the voice mail message to indicate that we would be gone. Maybe that’s why the phone had rang so much today!



My breath caught on the sixth message, when the raspy voice of Creepy came on the line.



“Hi, sweetheart. You know, I’m getting impatient because you haven’t been to work all week. And I want to, no I NEED to see you, to hear your voice. I hope you had a good Christmas. I know you had a good New Year because I saw you with your fucking lips attached to that mother fucker’s face! You better have enjoyed it, because it will be the last time you embarrass me like that. Until next time, sweet Emma.”