Page 44 of Hit For Six
‘Mmhmm.’ Monty’s fingers teased at her panties, stroking her swollen lips. ‘Oh, sweetheart. I need you so badly now. Just pick one of the three, else we’ll have to do it here and suffer the carpet burns.’
‘It’s g-got to be the hot tub,’ Lola could hardly speak, in the face of so much pleasure. ‘F-followed by the good old-fashioned bed.’ Reluctantly, she guided Monty’s hand away from her, but this was important. She might be the guest in his apartment but she wanted everything to be perfect and they were in danger of giving in to mediocre if they didn’t have a plan. ‘I hate to get all organised on you, Monty. But I can’t stop thinking about how good that ice cream would be in the right kind of bubbles– after me drinking the wrong kind of bubbles. Dessert in the hot tub, main course in the bed… and you’ve already had starters. Besides, we’ve barely eaten. We need some sustenance!’
‘My kind of forward planning.’ He kissed her on the forehead. ‘And I’m all for watching you rekindle your love of bubbles. Don’t move!’
Monty deposited a flustered Lola on the sofa and raced to the kitchen, reappearing in moments with a tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and a spoon. Lola’s libido was raging now as she thought of all the possibilities this fantastical combination might involve. He led her by the hand to the bathroom and hit the hot tub’s multitude of buttons, setting the bubbles to max velocity.
‘Right, you. I’m not sure that anyone’s ever sat in a hot tub before fully dressed and I know there’s always a first but–’
And that was as far as he got, his lips nipping at Lola’s décolletage, his hands sliding the straps of her sundress over her bare shoulders before landing butterfly kisses on her skin. This was the way a woman should be peeled from her clothing. Sensually, reverently, consensually. She was all Monty’s. He stood back to admire her (unusually) matching underwear. Justa plain black supermarket gig with a little lace embellishment. She could have been wearing Victoria’s Secret going by Monty’s reaction.
‘Wow. You are something else, Miss Smith and I intend to let you know it.’ Now she really blushed. ‘I mean it. Look at you!’
‘I can’t, exactly,’ Lola laughed, palms outstretched.
‘But I most definitely can and I’m not sure that I want the bubbles hiding all of this gorgeousness.’
‘Well, I’m sure the ice cream will make up for it.’
‘Hmm, it’ll have its work cut out but since you’re going to be feeding me… In which case, I guess I ought to be a little more gentlemanly.’
Monty pulled open a drawer and hopped into another pair of Calvins, as if he stocked a supply in every room, then he held out a hand, inviting Lola to step into the hot tub. She’d been in one a couple of times when she’d got a cheap deal for the local thermae spa, but this one was high spec and surrounded by diamond-hued LED lights. Yet more points to Monty, who busied himself opening the window to release some of the steam as Lola gently lowered herself into the toasty, relaxing bubbles.
‘Oh, my God! This is amazing!’ she cried as the water lapped at her skin, soothing every ache and tension her muscles didn’t know they had.
‘Yeah, it’s become a bit of a staple after a hard training session. And now it’s getting used in a completely different order of play. Dessert before it melts?’
Monty hopped into the tub and Lola wasn’t sure what to feast her eyes on first. He popped the lid on the ice cream tub, spearing the smooth surface with a solitary spoon, then slowly pulled it out and quixotically fed Lola. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Monty teased her, dotting the ice cream at the corner of her mouth. Lola made a grab for the spoon and clamped down on it, cherishing the hit of sweet strawberry,the buttery saltiness of a generous cheesecake chunk and the sublime satin finish of the vanilla ice cream.
‘Soooooo good.’
Monty chortled.
‘I could watch you do that all night.’
‘Your turn,’ she replied, trying to be business-like when she felt dangerously close to having a food fight.
Lola dug into the half-melted ice cream, delivering a spoon to Monty with way too much dessert on it. Ha ha, payback. His eyes bugged out as he tried to align mouth and hand with the spoon, only for the giant dollop to splat him across the chest.
‘You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?’
Lola relegated the pot to the side of the tub and simpered.
‘Well, then,’ he continued. ‘You’re just going to have to lick it off.’
Monty lifted a suggestive brow. They both watched the ice cream trickle towards the bubbles, despite Monty having shifted to the steps where he leant his top half out of the water awkwardly. Once they touched each other again, all thoughts of finishing pudding would fly out of the open window, lost in the mist. In other words, Lola knew that as soon as she straddled Monty and pressed her lips to his chest, this would end up being the quickest hot tub session of his life. So Lola straddled him…
Approximately thirty seconds later, both sets of underwear fully discarded and hearts racing, Monty toweled her down, kissing tenderly at her pert breasts before wrapping her up in a fluffy towel. Then Lola tended to him all over again. Both of them ready to take things all the way this time, her warm mouth caressing his swollen dick. The feeling of him hardening further and further to her movements was amazing, empowering. Lola wasn’t sure that she’d ever felt so wanted, so needed, so turned on. Monty massaged his fingers through her hair once more. It felt so raw, so sexy.
‘Lola, stop!’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I’m about ready to spontaneously combust here. But I need to come inside you the first time.With you.Looking deep into your gorgeous eyes. With a condom, of course.’
Oh, god. Lola was more than ready for that. She could still feel the pressure of Monty’s fingers on her clit. Everything was zinging. She needed the sweet pleasure and pain of him taking her to climax, and she needed it now!
For the third time tonight, he scooped her into his arms. On this occasion, he transported her to the luxurious bed, opening her towel up and slipping it off her as if he’d just been given a present.
‘You get more beautiful every time I lay my eyes on you. How do you want me to take you?’ he asked her in a husky voice.
Lola would have agreed to anything, the need for relief was so strong. None of her past boyfriends had ever thought to ask her what she wanted, expecting her to cater to their needs, steering the wheel. Sure, Monty may just have been on his best behaviour, but somehow Lola didn’t think so. The idea of him spooning her felt divine but this was going to be fast– neither of them would have that kind of resistance after the build up of tonight. And she wasn’t ready to relinquish her sense of control yet.
