"Do you have everything? Passports, visas, cute lingerie?" Sophia asked whilst I did the last of my packing.
"Sophia!" I reprimanded, widening my eyes at her.
The wedding guests had left the previous morning. My friends and I had stayed at the Hamptons for one more night, and now Lucas and I were off to our honeymoon!
"You ready, B? Sanjay just came with your limo to drive us all to JFK. You took something special for Lucas to take off you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
"All of you are terrible!" I said. "Haley, are you sure you're okay with having the Heathens?"
"You mean my Godchildren, yes Brooke. I can take care of them while you and Lucas are off doing lovey things," Haley replied. "Where are y'all headed to?"
"France and Italy, my favourite places," I said excitedly. "I can't wait to show Lucas my favourite spots."
Sanjay dropped us to JFK. Lucas and I were flying first class. We checked in our bags and were waiting at the terminal. Lucas requested my phone and began to tamper with the settings. He plugged my airpods in my ears and suddenly, something began to play.
Bonjour! Je suis Paul. "Au revoir," "c'est la vie," "merci beaucoup" these may be French phrases you're familiar with now, but soon, you can live in Paris and never have to speak English again.
"How does that sound?" Lucas asked me.
"A lot like French. What's going on?" I asked him.
"Remember the list Millie gave you? Your dream wish list?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"We're fulfilling that!"
"That sounds amazing, actually," I said and kissed his lips while French phrases played in my ear.
We spent our time flying, learning French and quizzing each other. We tried to work on our accents, and they were quite terrible. When we checked into the hotel, Lucas handed me a box, specifically, a clothes box.
"Ooh! Are we getting into the games already? I wonder what sexy outfit you have stowed away for me," I said and walked into the bathroom to change. I came out feeling a little confused. The outfit had a frilly white shirt, a corset and a plaid skirt.
"I'm all for trying new things, but I'm not sure I'm sold on this one yet," I said, feeling confused about how to make it sexy. I thought I knew Lucas' weird fantasies.
"It's Oktoberfest!" Lucas replied, having two beers ready for us to drink.
"It's not October!" I reminded him. I truly thought that we would check items off over the course of our lives!
"Oktoberfest is a state of mind," he replied and chugged his beer.
"Ohh. You're very clever with my list."
"Can I also interest you in a James Bond marathon, Miss Moneypenny?" he asked, refilling our glasses.
"Okay, that was a terrible German accent," I laughed.
"That's not German. It's Sean Connery," he answered seriously.
"That was an even worse Sean Connery."
"I'm pretty sure I do a pretty good Sean Connery. Let's hear yours," he challenged me.
"Okay. Uh... I'll have mine stirred, not shaken. All right, fine. We'll go with yours!" I gave up.
"Splendid. Shall we begin, darling?" he asked and began the first movie. We didn't realise when we fell asleep cuddled together. We were jetlagged after all.
When we woke up, we ordered some food in our hotel suite and lounged by the private pool. We swam together, making out and being goofy with each other. When evening came, we decided to head out.
Lucas asked me to wait at the entrance while he hired a car for us. However, fifteen minutes later, he came on a Vespa!
"I don't think there was anything on my list about squeezing two grown people on an oversized toy," I said, looking at him and judging the scooter he expected me to climb on.
"You wanted to ride a motorcycle," he replied, finding nothing wrong with his choice.
"I am quite certain that that is not a motorcycle," I said, looking down upon the scooter.
"Motorcycle is a state of mind? It's all they'd let me rent without a motorcycle licence. Come on. It's pretty fun, actually. It just feels like riding a jet ski, but on land," he joked.
"Oh, it sounds much safer now, thank you," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Everyone in France rides one. They're quite fashionable. Hop on, mademoiselle," he said in his fake French accent. I sat behind him and we took off.
"Is this thing even legal to take on the roads?" I asked, feeling so unsteady on it.
"Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads," he said, quoting some movie dialogues and cruising away. We drove around, going to Champs Elysees. I did some shopping for us and the kids, we took some photos together and then had pizza and gelato for dinner.
We returned in the evening and I looked at him with hungry eyes. We had not slept with each other in months, but now, it was time. I pulled some things out of my suitcase and went to the bathroom. I took a shower, put on some my black lingerie. There was a strapless bra and panties that were attached to stockings. I pulled on the black sating bathrobe and proceeded to style my hair. I put on red lipstick to entice him, and some eyeshadow before curling the ends of my hair. Finally, I looked at the objects I was carrying. I took a deep breath and stepped out. Lucas was storing away our purchases.
"Hey Luke," I purred and sat on the bed.
He turned to look at me and his eyes widened. As if I were an aphrodisiac, he climbed onto the bed and untied my robe, beginning to kiss and feel my breast through the bra.
"Luke, I have a gift for you too. It turns out, we both remember that day on the beach," I said shyly. I handed him some things and blushed. It was a box. When he opened it, he found handcuffs, satin ribbons and lubricant. I saw him look at the box and then look at me with astonishment.
"Your ultimate fantasy was seeing me handcuffed for being a bad girl, where you get to teach me a lesson with some spanking and doing me anally. Happy Wedding, Husband!" I joked and got my wrists out for him to shackle.
"Oh Brooke!" he said, pushing the box aside and getting atop me. He began to kiss my neck, sucking at my pulse. "You are my Ultimate Fantasy, just you!" With that, he sat straight while still pinning me to the bed. I tried to get comfortable under his weight and looked at him, ready for anything. Lucas pulled his t-shirt off and then unclipped my bra. Next, he slid my panties down my legs and worked on his jeans. He grabbed both my arms and intertwined his fingers through mine. Adjusting himself on top of me, he wanted to push himself inside me.
"Lucas, I am not on any protection. I don't even want to be," I told him. "Whatever happens, whenever it happens, I don't want to use protection."
"I love you, Brooke," he said and thrust inside me. Since we had skipped all foreplay, I felt my opening burn, not ready for the intrusion, but it was okay. I was willing to let Lucas have whatever he wanted. He could ravish me the way he liked. Lucas was slow, his breathing coming as soft pants. He kissed my lips for a few moments before pulling out of me and thrusting in again. Slowly, he began to set a steady rhythm as my insides began to get wet and make it easy for him to move in me.
"This is my favourite place to be," he said to me, before pulling out. He flipped me around and spanked my button. I whelped at the sudden swat.
"Was that okay?" he asked me.
My breath was still hitched and I felt my bum sting, yet it felt good. I felt my insides get wetter with arousal. "That felt hot!"
Lucas smiled wickedly before getting me on all fours. He went to my backside and kissed me where he had just hit me. I felt his soft warm lips on my butt. It felt intense. Lucas kneeled and lined himself again, taking me from the back. He began to thrust in me again. My breasts were shaking as his pace increased. My fists were clenched in a ball as I tried to keep myself steady.
Soon enough, I felt my orgasm building within me. "Lucas!" I screamed, alerting him. He quickened his pace, going inside me at double the speed. I could not take it and I felt myself crashing. I shuddered as my insides squeezed his cock. My arms gave in and I fell on the bed. Lucas pulled out of me and straightened me on the bed. I was still panting and seeing stars. I didn't even realise when he brought out the handcuffs and locked my arms to the bed. He pulled me to the bottom, completely stretching my arms.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked.
"Mmhmm," I replied with a smile. He was so excited to try everything it seemed.
Lucas went down on me and began to kiss the insides of my thighs. I moaned, feeling my brain tingle at the sensations. "Lucas!"
I felt my brain begin to shut down as a delicious sensation clouded every other thought and feeling. He licked and sucked like he was devoted to me. Suddenly, he pinched my nipples, making them erect and making me jolt out of the haze I was settling in.
"Baby, are you ready to try this?" he asked me.
I felt my stomach lurch. I was honestly a bit scared. I was a virgin there, but that is what made it all feel hot. That was Lucas'. Only Lucas'. I trusted him and I wanted to be able to fulfil all his fantasies.
"I have been all kinds of bad Sir," I said, remembering some crazy weekends we had together. "I allowed many many men to fuck me. But I reserved a special place, just for you." I saw Lucas' cock twitch. He opened the handcuffs and turned me around before cuffing me back in. Once he had me firmly bound and unable to move, he kissed all the way from my back to my butt. Then he took some lube and poked a finger massaging it in.
"Are you fine?" He kept asking to ensure that I was okay. I truly did feel fine. I felt some pressure and a bit of intrusion, but it wasn't too bad with just a finger.
Lucas was slow and patient. He slowly opened me up, adding a second finger. I hissed, but it wasn't unbearable. The lube was helping. Suddenly, Lucas used his free hand to smack me. I screamed at the suddenness rather than the pain and felt something wet leaking between my legs.
"Do it again!" I found myself requesting him.
"Say Please, Sir!" He replied, making me giggle.
"Do it again please, sir," I begged.
Lucas rubbed the already red area and smacked me again, making me somehow closer to an orgasm. His fingers were still working on expanding my derriere.
Lucas began to thrust his fingers in and out of my ass. "Brooke, I'm going to switch, okay? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable or if it hurts. I will stop immediately."
I nodded my head but kept quiet. I could feel my heart beating fast as beads of sweat moved from my forehead to my cheek.
He entered me, slowly, inch by inch. To be honest, it did hurt. I felt pressure. It felt tight and full of friction. I took deep breaths to try and acclimate myself to the feeling.
"Luke, I need more lube, please," I requested.
Complying with my request, he pulled out and added more lube. This time when he entered, it didn't feel that bad. Once he was fully in, he checked on me again. It felt crazy how full I felt. I assured him that I was fine. So he gave a gentle thrust. It felt different. The space was so tight. The lube was helping greatly. Lucas kept his pace slow and his thrusts small. After a few minutes, I actually began to enjoy myself. He added more lube, realising when the friction was increasing. When I started to get comfortable, he hit me in the back of my thighs, making me rattle and shake. A second smack and I felt myself orgasm. It felt intense as I closed my eyes, just being in that sensation, allowing my body to feel everything that it was feeling. Lucas thrust in me two more times before orgasming himself. I felt his warm liquid coat my backside as it oozed out. He pulled out and it felt strangely great. I knew that he had done a number on me and it would take a while for my stretched muscles to get back to normal size. What shocked me was that we were having wild sex and I was actually up for it.
"Are you good?" Lucas asked once he came down from his high.
"Yeah, I'm good. That felt kinda amazing," I replied.
Lucas unshackled me from the bed and pulled me close to him.
"Eh, I feel sticky and sweaty and honestly, a little gross. I really want to shower, please," I requested, not feeling like cuddling with him.
"Okay, let's go," he replied, taking me off the bed and in his arms to carry to the bathroom. He placed me on the counter and filled the tub. I dangled my feet while the tub quickly filled up. Once he tested the water, I hopped down and got in. He got in with me and we just sat there, a tangle of hands and limbs. I rested my head on his chest and relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the water and the feel of his skin.
"Get your rest, Pretty Girl. I have something special planned for us to do tomorrow," he said to me.
"Whoa. Absolutely not!" I said when I saw exactly what Lucas had planned for me. Sky Diving! He was taking me skydiving!
"But it was on your list! You've always wanted to do it!" he said, shocked that I wasn't excited by the prospect of it. We were already up, 15,000 feet high in the air. It did feel exciting at first, until the hatch opened and I was expected to jump out of there.
"I changed my mind! A girl can change her mind!" I argued.
"Okay, now's the time. You guys ready?" our instructor asked.
"No," I screamed.
"Give us just one minute here. I promise you it'll be the second-most exhilarating 45 seconds of your life," Lucas said.
"What's the first? Oh, a sex joke, which might be cute if we weren't 15,000 feet in the air with a quarter of the plane missing!" I yelled, not finding it funny in the least.
"Brooke, life is not which breaths you take when...wait, wait, wait. Life is not about taking the breaths that…" he tried to remember some dumb movie quote.
"What?" I shrieked, as the whirring of the plane got deafening.
"Hold on!"
"We're gonna miss our window," the instructor reminded us.
"It's okay," I replied, not wanting to do it anyway.
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away," Lucas said, remembering the quote.
"Did you seriously just quote Hitch"? I asked angrily. That was not the time to quote Hitch!
"Yeah, because it's a really great quote. Life is about breathtaking moments like this. Let's take the plunge," Lucas said, thinking that he was the smartest man to have thought of that.
"It's now or never, guys," our instructor gave us the final warning.
"Fine! Now, before I change my mind," I said. Lucas jumped down, excited for it.
"I hate you!" I screamed and took the plunge.
"I love you. Bon voyage!"
I was screaming, feeling the upward gust of wind. It was so exciting and thrilling at the same time. We opened our parachutes and felt our speed lessen, allowing us to take in the view. Lucas was right, it really took my breath away! I couldn't believe that he was helping me tick off my bucket list.
Next, we climbed up the long route on the Eiffel Tower and Lucas asked me to pretend that it was K2. We spent our evening up there, staring at the big bright full moon. It looked beautiful.
"I know you wanted to go to outer space, but due to budgetary restrictions, I thought maybe I could bring the moon to you," he said. It was a Blue Supermoon night, so it really did look big and close to us.
"It's beautiful," I replied, taking a minute to admire it.
"It's made of cheese, you know," he said cornily.
"Oh?"
"At least that's what they say."
"They?" I asked, not getting his reference.
"Yeah, you know, the people that say those kinds of things," Lucas replied, continuing to be corny. I laughed. He was so sweet.
"This one actually never made it onto the list because I didn't think it was possible," I said, more to myself.
"Outer space? No, I'm pretty sure it was on –" Lucas said, having memorised the list.
"No," I said. I took his hands in mine and stared straight into his eyes. "Finding a man who adores me as much as you do... And getting to keep him forever." Lucas moved in to kiss me, making me melt again.
"So, you had a good day?" he asked when we returned to the hotel.
"If it's affirmation you're fishing for, Mr. Scott, fish no more. They would probably say that I'm richer than I've ever been because no matter how much money I have in my bank account, I know that my dreams can still come true because I'm with you. I had money, but I never did a thing on that list. You ticked it off in a weekend!"
"They?" he asked coyly.
"Mm-hmm. You know, the people that say those kinds of things."
"That's my girl," he replied.
"And it didn't even come from Hitch," I argued.
"You should know that... I plan on making every one of your dreams come true, for richer or poorer, even the last one on that list," he told me.
"Which one's that?" I asked, not remembering it.
"I will give you a baby, Brooke Davis Scott. I can't wait to expand our family with you."
"J'adore. Also, I have another surprise for the night!" I said and got up to grab something out of my bag again.
Lucas looked like he was getting treats! "I love Honeymoons!
I laughed and went to the bathroom to get ready for him and the night. I emerged out fifteen minutes later in my Ravens Cheerleading Uniform.
Lucas was dumbstruck. "This is the ultimate!"
I chuckled and walked close to him. I pretended to drop something. "Oops," I said and then sexily bent down to lift it so that he would find no bloomers underneath my skirt.
"You're keeping this on while we make love!" he declared. I laughed as he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. He pushed his hands up my blouse, feeling me from inside my top. He squeezed both my breasts and lay me on the bed. He lay on top of me and our noses played with each other. He smelt my hair and caressed my cheek with his own. It felt tantalising.
"I love you, Lucas Scott!" I said, giggling as he tickled me in, teasing the exposed flesh of my midriff.
"I love you too, Brooke Davis Scott!" he said to me, letting his tongue lick my lips. I let his tongue enter my mouth and explore, feeling so aroused by making out with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close to me as I could. I moved my hands to unbutton Lucas' shirt. Once all the buttons had popped open, I flung it aside. Next, I went to unbutton his jeans and pulled the fly down. He helped me pull the fabric away. I pulled his briefs away and smiled at the treat in front of me. Licking my lips to make them wet, I kissed the tip and grazed my tongue under his length. Lucas shuddered under my tongue. I smiled, liking that I was the one doing that to him. I took him in my mouth and began to bob my head. He let out a moan when I sucked. His hands went into my hair and used them to stand because his knees seemed to buck. I continued to kneel before him and work on him. Lucas couldn't take it after some time and shot his load in my mouth. I gulped down his semen and wiped away the bit that had smeared near my mouth. I looked up at him after, and he was panting. I took his hand and laid him on the bed. Using my hands, I massaged his limp penis, to get it erect again. It didn't take too long. Lucas went on to climb on top of me and hiked my skirt up. He pushed two fingers inside me and began to curl them, pumping them in and out. I moaned, writhing as his fingers danced.
"Lucas!" I screamed, "I need you in, please!"
Lucas pulled out his fingers and thrust his whole length in. I felt butterflies in my belly at that feeling. It felt right. Lucas stayed still inside me for a few moments, just to enjoy it. He looked at me and smiled.
"You look hot as hell in that cheerleading outfit, Miss Davis," he purred.
"Mrs. Scott," I corrected him. He gave me a goofy grin as if he was a kid who had got exactly what he wanted on his birthday.
That was his cue to begin ramming inside me. Lucas turned me to the side, spreading my legs and entering me. I moaned loudly as he hit my G-spot. "Yes! Lucas, keep doing that, right there! Oh God!"
He smiled and quickened his thrusts. I felt my face on the side of the pillow and clutched it, deep in the throes of passion. Lucas was going as hard as he could inside me. I tried to match his pace, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies slapped against each other. It was hard, given I was sideways. Lucas kept hitting my G-spot, making that nice happy sensation build in me.
"Luke, I'm close," I told him.
"Me too! Let go with me, Pretty Girl," he said.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to let go. We rode our orgasms together and then cuddled with each other, falling into blissful sleep. I loved Honeymoons too!
