Sorry for the long wait for this update. Got a little stuck for a bit but I managed to get it written down. Sylon is a real cafe in Paris but I had to make up a menu because it wasn't listed on Google.
Chapter Eight
Lucas watched Brooke from across the table as they all ate the meal that chef Mathis prepared. First was a tart made of Roquefort cheese and caramelized onion, the taste was unbelievable. And Brooke was very enthusiastic with almost every bite. Lucas tried to ignore the sounds due to his sons and her sister but let's just say it was very distracting and hard to ignore, especially after the passion they shared thirty minutes prior.
Sam shook her head and gave her sister an amused look, "I would accuse you of trying to hook Lucas with all the sounds you're making right now…"
Lucas almost choked but managed to compose himself as she continued, "but then I realized that you always eat like that."
Brooke rolled her eyes, "Like you don't have your quirks."
Sam frowned defensively, "I don't have any quirks."
"What do you call having the need to have the radio volume at an even number or a multiple of 5?" she shot back, her eyebrows raised challengingly.
Sam glared at her and said, "At least I don't sound like a P.O.R.N star mid scene whenever I eat something good."
That time Lucas did choke on the appetizer.
Brooke's mouth dropped before she made a face then tossed a piece of perfectly toasted bread at her forehead.
"Food fight!" Logan exclaimed cheerfully then grabbed his piece of bread and aimed at Jamie.
"Enough! There will be no food fighting! Boys settle down before you get put in the corner." He said in a no-nonsense tone. He then sent a look at the women and said, "That goes for you two as well."
Lucas wanted to laugh at the sight of the sisters playfully sticking out their tongues at each other. The love between the two was more than obvious. Even if they acted like they were annoyed with each other.
Then the Coq au Vin was set before them and his mouth watered. The country-style dish—now made with chicken that's filled with hearty vegetables and cooked in flavorful wine. The classic chicken dish was chef Mathis signature dish and was absolutely amazing.
"What is this?" Sam asked as Rosalie set the dish before her.
"Coq au Vin…it's a well known French dish. I always wanted to try it from a genuine Parisian." Brooke said with glee.
"You're such a foodie." Sam said with a shake of her head.
"You say that like it's a bad thing. Plus it comes with the job description. Restaurant owner and chef: Must love food."
"I'm surprised that you're not fat."
"Samantha Genevieve Davis—"
"Genevieve?" Jamie asked before snickering.
Sam looked at Jamie and growled, "Can it! And you…how many times do I have to tell you that my name is now Sam Walker?!"
"About seventy trillion more. You were born a Davis you'll die a Davis Samantha."
Sam grumbled but began eating her food. This time it was her turn to moan with delight as the meat of the creamy dish practically melted on her tongue. "Oh my God this is the best chicken I've ever had!"
"I will tell Chef Mathis that you like it. It's my personal favorite to be honest. It was the deal clincher when he interviewed for the job."
"Really?" Sam asked before digging in again.
"Oh yeah. There's only a handful of chef's that impress me and they all work for me—or in Brooke's case with me." He amended quickly at the look on her face.
"I've been meaning to ask about that…how does this partnership work? You both are in completely different fields."
Brooke shot her sister a look then said defensively, "Not really. Restaurants and hotels go hand in hand in most cases."
"In what way?" Sam asked curiously.
"Well most hotels have their own restaurants in their hotel…mine will feature Reverie. And it will be a successful merger." Lucas explained while spearing some chicken and veggies on his fork.
"How do you know that? No offense but everything could come crashing down in a blaze of failure for both of you—"
Brooke couldn't quite hide the flash of pain on her face fast enough before Lucas spotted it at her sister's scenario, which angered him in inexplicable ways. And even though Lucas tried not to show his anger, his words still managed to come out stern with a biting undertone as he told her, "I know because I have seen your sister work her ass off to make sure that her business stayed afloat despite the critical hit she took—that takes brilliance. Had it not been for that scum bag she wouldn't have needed me to become a franchise restaurant…it would have happened with or without me. Her potential has always been boiling underneath the surface, hidden from view in Peoria Illinois on 77th and Burgundy. I am just the gentle push that will make the potential a reality. All the while making Luxuriont better."
"Hm good explanation…" she then grinned at Brooke and said, "I just don't see the a-hole tendencies that you told me about Brooke. He seems much more like Clark Kent type/Superman of business to me."
Lucas laughed as did Brooke as she hid her face, "Believe me those tendencies tend to pop up every now and then. Don't let the suit fool you…"
Sam snorted, "Duly noted…"
"And for dessert…" Chef Mathis announced after their dinner plates were carried away from the table.
"I helped Brooke with that…" Lucas said to his sons as the chef rolled the cake in.
"Really?!" The boys eyes widened with wonder at the sight of the cake that was a dream come true in their eyes. A cookies, chocolate and caramel cake… "It looks awesome! I can't wait to eat it!"
By the time everyone finished eating the delicious and rich dessert Sam and the boys declared that they were ready to watch a movie before bed to which Jamie had invited Brooke to come with them but she sensed her sister was still annoyed about the name thing and declined with a soft smile and a promise of next time.
"Can I walk you to your room?" he asked once the trio were out of sight.
"You mean for a nightcap?" she asked knowingly as they began walking out of the dining room.
Lucas smirked as he tried to grasp her hand, "Precisely…"
Brooke danced away from him slyly and shook her head with a coy smile, "Maybe next time…"
"After all we've been through today—"
Brooke sauntered away from him, knowing that he would still follow. "That was only an appetizer…"
"What you can't be serious—"
Brooke smirked as soon as they reached her room. She then faced him and said with sultry promise, "…the main event will come soon enough…" she then blew him a kiss and said, "Goodnight Lucas."
"But—" Lucas felt deflated as he watched her close the door in his face. He groaned in defeat. He wanted to bang on the door and convince her to let him in but he respected her decision. Laying a palm on the door, he exhaled, "Goodnight Pretty Girl." He then had to force himself to go downstairs to his own suite, to lie in his own bed. His cold and very lonely bed.
-x-
The next morning to the sound of soft knocking on the door. Sighing tiredly she opened her eyes and got out of her extremely luxurious bed then stretched out her body before shrugging on her white and grey zebra print silk robe, over her white camisole pajamas.
When she opened the door she found Rosalie standing in the doorway with a tray of fragrant food and .
"Qu'est-ce que c'est ça?" Brooke asked just before she inhaled the scrumptious scent. (What is this?)
"Crêpes au caramel au beurre salé et salade de fruits au miel sur le côté." Rosalie answered as she set the tray of food on to the table. (Crepes with salted butter caramel and honeyed fruit salad on the side) "Monsieur Scott a demandé que vous le rencontriez en bas dans vingt minutes." (Mister Scott asked that you meet him downstairs in twenty minutes.)
Brooke smiled and said, "Merci beaucoup. Veuillez dire à monsieur Scott que je le rencontrerai bientôt en bas." (Thank you so much. Please tell Mister Scott that I will meet him downstairs soon.)
Rosalie nodded then turned to leave but paused to say, "Its okay to speak English around me. I'm trying to get fluent in English so I could use the—how do you say…um practice."
"Oh will do…thank you for letting me know."
Rosalie smiled gratefully then exited the room, leaving her alone once more. Brooke turned to her gorgeous breakfast and took out her cell phone and snapped a picture to send to Haley captioning it: Wish you could share this with me.
As she snapped the picture she saw the corner of a note, placed under her bowl of fruit salad. She picked up the envelope and saw that it was addressed to her in Lucas' scrawling handwriting. A bit nervous she opened the letter and read silently: Between a million yesterdays and a million tomorrows, there's only one today. And I would never let it pass without telling you—I'm thinking of you. Enjoy your breakfast and see you soon. Yours truly, Lucas.
Smiling she read it and reread it unable to stop the giddiness enveloping in her chest. She then put it away in her drawer and went to do as he asked: to enjoy her breakfast.
After her divine breakfast Brooke took a quick shower and began her normal morning routine. Dressing in a Twofer style white and navy blue office-appropriate shirt dress with a spread collar and long sleeves. Brooke then styled her long hair in a simple yet sophisticated hairstyle. She curled up one side of her hair and let it embrace her face, while keeping the straight hair of the other side tucked behind her ear. She placed diamond studs in each earlobe then slipped on her black 3" stiletto heels pointed-toe ankle-strap d'Orsay pumps with zipper and buckle closures.
She of course began doing her makeup for the day, wanting to keep things to a minimum when it came to work, applying a bold eye can prove minimal if the rest of the makeup is kept neutral.
Once Brooke made it downstairs Lucas dressed in a stunning black stripe slim fit suit looked dazed by the sight of her, which was definitely an ego boost. She tried not to blush at the intensity of his stare but found she couldn't help herself.
"You look amazing. As usual." He complimented as soon as she stood in front of him.
"Thank you. So do you." She found herself saying.
"Thank you." He said with a smile, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah…I'm as ready as I'm gonna be."
-x-
After a quiet thirty minute drive they arrived at the trailer just outside of the construction site. Brooke was shocked to see that it was literally at ground zero. Last time she had checked he had a perfectly good hotel built already. She turned towards him and asked, "You had to start over with your hotel?"
"Don't you dare feel guilty. Besides it was my decision. It was needed for what I have envisioned for us. Which is why we are staying here for three months. To oversee the construction. I thought I explained that."
"I just didn't think that you had to start from the ground up to add in my restaurant…especially when it was such a beautiful hotel already…"
"You looked up this location?" he asked curiously.
"Only after you told me that we were coming here. It's a shame that it's nothing but rubble now it was outstanding…" she admitted
Lucas looked at her and said, "It'll be better than before. That I can promise you."
The two exited the car as soon as it came to a complete stop. A man with a yellow hard hat and safety vest approached them, holding out two hard hats for them to wear. "As a precaution." The man said as they took them from his hands.
"Thank you…" she said as she accepted the hard hat.
"This is Jake Jagielski my lead architect. I use him on all of my projects." He said with a grin. "Jake this is my new business partner Brooke Davis."
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise…"
"Come on inside and we can go over the plans so we'll all know what we're working with."
Brooke and Lucas entered the trailer and there were floor plans already laid out. "Okay where would the restaurant be built?"
"Some considerations to take into account are the size of the establishment, what kind of restaurant you have, how you want the interior to look aesthetically and of course, safety."
"So ground floor…"
"Yes…and the very reason we had to revamp the plans a bit. The hotel itself will be forty-eight thousand square feet add the standard square footage of a restaurant which is approximately about five thousand. So we're looking at fifty-three thousand square feet altogether…"
Lucas watched her as she studied the layout and could see that she was picturing how everything would work for her taste as well as for functionality for Reverie.
Brooke tapped her chin as she muttered, "Okay… dining room: would take 60% of total area. Kitchen, cooking, storage, preparation stations: would take 40% of total area… 20 square feet per person. Taking into account space needed for traffic aisles, wait stations, cashier, 200 seats… 60% Dining Area equals 3000 square feet. 40% of the kitchen equals 2000 square feet…5,387 square feet should work fine. We need a bar. It's a must."
Jake looked impressed as she told him which spaces she'd like each area to be located.
The three talked over more plans, mostly of Luxuriont. "We start building in a couple of days, swing by whenever you need." He said after they exited the trailer, having had spent five hours inside.
"That was a productive meeting." Lucas said as he opened the car door for her.
"Yeah it was…Jake seems nice."
"He is…he's been a part of my crew for five years. Best lead architect there is…"
Brooke chuckled, "You only hire the best huh?"
Lucas shrugged, "I try. I had a few bad apples here and there of course but I always give a fair shot to anyone that's willing to work for me." He then cleared his throat and said, "So…now that business is concluded for the day…"
She looked at him with an expectant, "Yes?"
"Jacque nous conduire à Montmartre." he said with a smirk, his eyes on her. (Jacque drive us to Montmartre.)
"Oui monsieur." Jacque said as he changed direction and proceeded to drive.
Brooke looked at him curiously then asked, "What are you up to?"
"Why do I have to be up to something?" he asked humorously. "I just wanted to go for a walk through the streets of Montmartre with you and maybe grab some lunch…if you don't want to then we can head home."
"No it's fine…I just always wanted to go there. And I kinda was wondering how you knew that." She admitted with a wry smile.
Lucas shrugged, "Lucky guess…"
Lucas slyly took her hand in his as they walked together, taking in the breathtaking views of the city. Brooke smiled, liking the feeling of his warm hand in hers as they wandered through the narrow, winding streets lined with small cafes and shops.
"You know Salvador Dali, Claude Monet, Pablo Picasso and Vincent van Gogh were just a few well-renowned artists who had studios or worked in the Parisian neighborhood…" Brooke said with enthusiastic delight as they came across a coffee shop, nestled in a street adjacent to rue des Abbesses, Sylon de Montmartre catches the eye with its wooded storefront cozy decorations aside the tourist paths of Monmartre. Lucas knew from experience that this was a perfect stop for a coffee and a sweet break, a lunch break or brunch.
"I used to come here a lot while we were here as a kid."
"Oh I can only imagine what you were doing as a sixteen year old roaming the streets of Paris…" she said with a laugh.
"I had a few adventures here and there." He said as he pulled out a chair for her.
"Thank you…" she said as she settled in at the table.
"Bienvenue chez Sylon de Monmartre, puis-je prendre votre commande?" A pretty waitress with strawberry blonde hair asked with a flirty smile, her beady blue eyes locked on Lucas in a predatory manner. (Welcome to Sylon de Monmartre can I take your order?)
"Oui j'aimerais le jarret d'agneau navarin." Brooke said as she looked at the waitress while smirking at her. (Yes I'd like the Lamb shank navarin)
Feeling a bit naughty Brooke looked at him with a seductive gleam in her eyes as she told him, "You know that I have been thinking about you all night long while in bed…wishing that you would come to me last night."
And just like that Lucas felt his body react to the image she had created in his head, her alone in her beige lingerie, biting her lip as she caressed herself while moaning his name—
"Monsieur? Monsieur?! Qu'aimerais-tu commander?!" (Sir? Sir?! What would you like to order?!) the waitress demanded with an attitude, reading the vibes the couple were sending each other.
"Je vais avoir ce qu'elle a ... oh et votre Bordeaux de qualité supérieure s'il vous plaît." he said dismissively as he kept his eyes on the woman sitting across from him—the only woman that held his attention without much effort. (I'll have what she's having…oh and your top quality Bordeaux please.)
The waitress nodded then stomped away, clearly pissed off. Brooke laughed and said, "Do you always get that whenever you go somewhere?"
"Get what?"
"Blondie was giving you her best fuck me eyes and you didn't even notice?" she asked with astonishment, unable to believe that he missed something like that.
"Whenever you're around I can barely focus on anyone else let alone a waitress. Especially after you told me that you were thinking of me in bed…as a matter of fact why don't we explore that a little more?"
Brooke blushed as she looked at her lap a few seconds but then asked, "What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean…what kind of thoughts were racing through your mind last night about me? Were they tame or dirty? Please say dirty…"
"Yes." She said vaguely, a teasing smile on her face.
Lucas couldn't believe that she wouldn't go into further details. Even though it drove him crazy imagining exactly what she had thought about last night, it also intrigued him—which he had to admit that he loved. But that didn't stop him from saying, "Brooke c'mon you gotta tell me—"
"How about I show you later?" she said with a slight touch of her hand along his arm.
That brief simple touch shouldn't have sent currents of desire echoing through him. "Later as in?"
"I will fill you in after we eat." She said with a wink.
"Seriously?" he said with an edge of disappointment.
"You might like it. Just be patient. After all patience is a virtue—stop looking at me like that it's making me wet!" She said with a teasing grin, knowing she had him hook line and sinker. "So tell me about one of those adventures you used to have here?"
Lucas chuckled and said teasingly, "You're such a damn tease! Only you can rev my engine only to change gears."
Brooke shrugged with a soft laugh. "It's a gift. So are you going to tell me?"
"If you really want to hear one—"
"I really do. I find myself wanting to hear more about you."
"Okay…during the summer in 98 I think—Haley, Nathan and I used to always sneak away from our caretakers and explore the city. That year we stumbled onto a nude beach but the only problem was that there were only old people there and very few women. We were so disgusted we ran back home. Until this day we all steer clear of the beaches here—just to be safe."
Brooke snickering turned to full blown laughter as she said, "Oh my God I'm so sorry…but it's so funny because I can just picture it—" more laughter escaped her as she struggled to say, "—your face as you saw…and Haley!"
"We were scarred for life because of that! Haley's uncle was there!" Lucas said with a reluctant chuckle, finding her laughter infectious. "It was a very traumatic experience for me."
"Oh you poor thing…" she said as she cupped his cheek in her hand in an intimate gesture, still laughing as the waitress came back with their orders and poured each of them a glass of wine.
"We should toast." She announced, removing her hand.
Lucas lifted his glass and looked into her sparkling hazel eyes as he said, "To making new memories."
"To making new memories." She said, clinking her glass to his then sipped.
Lucas watched her enjoy the wine and said, "I'm so glad that you are here with me Brooke."
"You didn't leave me much choice in the matter…" She said ruefully as she set the glass back on the table. "But I'm glad I'm with you too."
After they enjoyed their delicious meal and flirting back and forth, Brooke looked at him and asked, "How would you feel about getting a room for a few hours?"
Lucas looked at her in surprise, sensing what she meant but found himself asking, "What for?"
"Despite there being a lot of room at the mansion—we wouldn't have much privacy there for what I have in mind." She said bluntly. "And also I'm very loud during sex." she admitted softly.
Lucas heart began pounding at her words just as his cock pulsed with arousal which caused him to let out a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding and said, "Why go to a hotel when we have a suite in the mansion that is completely sound proof?"
She blushed as she said, "You didn't tell me about that function—"
"Because I didn't think to mention it and also I didn't want you to think that I'm just after sex." He said as he paid for their meals.
"I know…and I really appreciate the gesture but I'm ready…"
Lucas blinked rapidly as his brain cells worked overtime to catch up because all he could truly focus on the way she said I'm ready. By the time he found his voice they were almost to the door. "You're ready?"
"Yes I'm ready…if you know what I mean."
"Hold that thought I'll be right back." Lucas then made a couple of calls, one to Jacque and the other to Sam instructing her to keep the boys occupied for a few hours. Within five minutes Jacque arrived to pick them up. Lucas opened the door for her to exit before him and then opened the door for her to enter the black MKT Lincoln Town car.
"Why don't you tell me exactly what you're ready for. I don't want to have the wrong idea…" He asked as soon as he settled in the seat next to her.
"Jacque pouvez-vous rouler la partition s'il vous plait?" she asked politely. (Jacque can you roll up the partition please?)
"Oui m'dame…" he said just before he did as directed. (Yes ma'am)
As soon as they had ensured privacy Brooke grabbed his tie and kissed him in teasing, nibbling kisses, she then moved her lips towards his neck, gently pursing her lips together and began sucking on a small area of his neck for a second or two. Brooke then moved up slightly and kissed another area close by, mixing in a little licking too when she wasn't sucking on his neck. She then moved up a bit more, kissing his entire ear, massaging the outside part of his ear between her lips.
Lucas groaned as his eyes closed, his body reacting to every kiss and caress she bestowed on him. He hissed as she began licking his ear, especially the inner part of it, her tongue nice and moist. What made her kissing and licking his ear hotter and sexier, especially the inside part is that Lucas could hear everything she was doing…her breathing, her kissing and her licking, enhancing the sensations he was feeling.
It was like an fiery electric line that connected her heated wet tongue to his now pulsing erection, which was at full mast due to her seduction skills. Her lips then began suckling his earlobe, stimulating it by softly suckling on it with her lips. Then as she was finishing, she lightly squeezed it between her teeth with super light amount of pressure and slowly pulled away so that it got pulled through her teeth, causing him to tremble with pleasure.
She then whispered, "C'est dommage que nous ne soyons pas au lit en ce moment parce que tout ce que je peux penser c'est sentir ton corps sur le mie…" (It's a pity we're not in bed right now because all I can think of is feeling your body on mine) "Is that exact enough for you?"
Lucas groaned and kissed her passionately, massaging her tongue with his. Brooke moaned softly as his fingers caressed her jawline, down her neck to her shoulder then back up, slightly holding her slender neck between his hands. He then slid his fingers up to her ear and play with her ear lobe which made her squeeze her thighs together, desire pulsing through her.
"Monsieur, Madame, nous sommes ici ..." Jacque said through the intercom. (Sir, Ma'am we're here...)
Lucas reluctantly parted from her and said with a chuckle. "Saved by Jacque…For now…come on…"
Lucas and Brooke walked into the mansion and hurried to the elevator before either one of them could be seen and pressed the top floor. As soon as the doors closed Brooke had him pressed against the wall, kissing him with a blazing passion that left no question about where this was going.
Once they got to the top floor he looked down at her, despite the passion Brooke had just displayed he still felt compelled to murmur, "Are you really sure about this? Because after this there is no going back."
Brooke smiled in response and said, "Oh Lucas… if you only knew just how much I am sure about this and how much I actually do want you…you wouldn't ask anything other than Que devons-nous faire en premier? Faire l'amour ou baiser?" (Which should we do first? Make love or fuck?)
"Brooke…the answer to that is: whichever you prefer." Lucas said as he unlocked the door then grasped her hand in his, leading her inside.
Once inside the stunning suite, shutting the door behind them Lucas mouth met hers in a soft yet passion infused kiss. And he kept kissing her in that maddening way which was really distracting her, especially considering how long she had gone without sex. Once inside the bedroom Lucas looked down at her with a devilish smirk on his face. Her heart began to pound harder at the sight of it, excitement racing through her as she backed up from him, pretending to not be as entranced. But he was utterly sexy with his blonde hair ruffled, and that hungry expression on his face, enhancing his already handsome features.
Brooke sighed as soon as his luscious lips crashed upon hers once more, their tongues tangling in a sultry battle. Her arms wrapped around him just to hang on because the way he kissed her had her mesmerized. His fingers sifted through her hair, pressing her head closer so he could kiss her more deeply. She moaned low, her body seeming to catch fire as his fingers found the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered the pull tab, his fingers finding a way to caress the exposed skin he revealed.
Brooke's knees felt weak as he lowered her dress to where it pooled around her stiletto heels, leaving her in her black scalloped-lace bra with sweet bows, and matching hipster panties.
Lucas took her in and exhaled, "Fuck, you always look so damn beautiful… Canyou just stand thereso I can takeyour gorgeous body in?"
Brooke bit her lip and posed provocatively, loving the way his eyes roved her body, those intoxicating eyes felt like an actual touch, lingering on her breasts, her abdomen, her pelvis, down to her legs then circling back to her face. "Si foutrement magnifique ... retournez-vous s'il vous plaît ... J'ai besoin de voir chaque partie de vous." He rasped, his baritone making the words sound even sexier. (So damn stunning…turn around please…I need to see every part of you.)
Brooke felt the words saturate her, causing her to shiver as a fresh shot of arousal zinged straight to her sex. But she turned around for him, her eyes closed as the process began again only his eyes centered on her ass.
Instead of his eyes caressing her as she thought he would, she felt his fingertips tracing the line of her spine just before he grabbed her from behind and press himself into her, his erection pressing into her enticingly. His next words had her clenching her thighs together in an attempt to halt the growing arousal between her legs, his breath on her hair as his hands caressed the sides of her neck, her smooth shoulders, the side of her plump breasts, finally settling on her hips saying, "Ce soir, je vais embrasser chaque centimètre de votre corps— et je veux dire chaque centimètre." (Tonight I am going to kiss every inch of your body—and I mean every inch.)
His voice in her ear, it did interesting things to her mind as well as her body, it curved her back and parted her lips, she could picture him between her thighs feasting on her, making her walls clench hungrily.
"Especially here…" he rasped as he cupped her pantie covered sex. He then groaned deeply and kissed her neck as his fingers passed over her teasingly, "Mmm, you're so wet for me…"
Brooke whimpered as his fingers went beneath the sodden fabric, touching her labia directly. Then it was over. He removed his hands from her body then lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
If Brooke wasn't completely under the influence of desire she would truly appreciate the sight of this room. The chunky crown molding, the color palette of gray and silver, and the combination of vintage and modern styles all contribute to the beauty of this room. Along with the contemporary furniture.
Her eyes settled on the bed in all it's glory. The headboard married the soaring height of a poster bed with the soft luxury of an upholstered headboard. A tufted gray panel fits between the posts, which direct attention toward the bedroom's detailed crown molding.
Lucas set her down on her feet then sat down on the bench at foot of bed. "Sit on my lap…"
Brooke settled on his lap very gingerly, moaning as his cock pressed against her pussy, only her panties and his pants separating them from bare contact. Lucas unhooked her bra expertly, baring her breasts to the air conditioned room. Her jutting nipples begged for attention so he lovingly cupped her breasts and began suckling one into his mouth while he toyed with the other with his hand, his thumb passing over the stiff peak, mocking his tongue as it circled the crest before suckling her deeply.
"Ahh! Lucas!" she hissed in pleasure, holding him in place all the while grinding on his erection. He then did the same to her other breast, licking, sucking or nibbling with his lips until he covered each breast with attention. "Oh God Lucas!"
Lucas once again lifted her up suddenly, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down on her back and smiled softly. He said nothing, only began kissing her mouth leisurely, then went on a tour of her body, caressing her curves then kissing each inch, sensitizing her skin as he went along. Brooke felt as if she were going crazy, every small touch and gentle kiss enhancing her already out of control arousal. But she didn't want it to end, adoring the torture he lovingly bestowed upon her body.
He then removed her thoroughly soaked panties from her and stared at first.
Brooke saw him beholding her and she would swear that it was one of the sexiest things she ever experienced. The thought of those hot blue eyes taking in her core…she began writhing, wildly anticipating his touch there.
"Tu es vraiment belle partout, Brooke ..." he rasped, desire making his voice even deeper than usual. (You're really beautiful everywhere, Brooke…)
A deep lance of pleasure pierced through her as his mouth finally set upon her. A reverent groan escaped him as he thoroughly tasted her dripping wet core, licking the inner and outer folds, dipping his tongue in her entrance then repeated the action before focusing on the hardness of her pearl. Brooke cried out his name as he thrust his finger inside her passage in a come-hither motion, locating her G-spot unerringly. Each pass of his fingers driving her higher and higher, each suckle of his lips on her clit drove her deeper into intoxicating euphoric pleasure.
Brooke gripped his hair in her hands as his mouth found the perfect amount of pressure while suckling her clit, while his fingers continued working their magic. One thrust of his fingers, one suckle from his amazing mouth…before Brooke knew what happened her orgasm hit her with the force of a semi truck: very powerful and dazing, the bone deep combustion too overwhelming for her to process.
Brooke closed her eyes, taking much needed breaths after that screaming climax she had just experienced at the hands of Lucas Scott. She was so dazed she had barely noticed that he laid down beside her.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he laid a gentle affectionate kiss on her shoulder.
Brooke bit her lip, still feeling the echoing pleasure within her but found herself nodding.
"You weren't kidding when you told me that you were loud in bed! I'm half honored that I made you get to that decibel and half afraid for my hearing!" He joked with a satisfied laugh.
"I have never ever came that hard before…" she said on a sigh, her eyes still on the ceiling.
Lucas came into view as he crawled over her and said meaningfully, "It won't be your last time…we have…" he hesitated as he looked at his watch then smirked, "Thirty minutes to an hour before I have to relieve your sister. That's room for one or two more orgasms. Or do you want to tap out now?"
Brooke leaned up and kissed him fiercely then said, "Get undressed. You're on the clock Mr. Scott."
Lucas chuckled, "Of course but first I need to get you ready for me…"
"What—oh!" she gasped as he kissed down her luscious body, tasting every sweet curve of her.
"You drive me absolutely crazy…do you know that pretty girl?" Lucas then sucked on her nipples, both at the same time and then slowly blew a stream of air on them leaving a cool, shivery effect. She writhed in pleasure as he continued his torturous assault down until he reached her pussy. Brooke gasped and cried out as he once again sent her on a journey of unparalleled ecstasy.
"Oh my God!!!" she screamed out as he mercilessly continued to lick her sex senseless, sending her on a plateau of bliss until she bathed his face in her juices once more.
"Down to fifteen minutes…" he said as he backed away from her, still licking his lips. He then hurriedly stripped, removing his jacket, tie and shirt in that order. Then he removed his shoes, soak, pants and underwear.
She grinned as he bared that beautiful equipment to her and fought a loud moan at the sight of it, her pussy already weeping for his cock.
"You do have a condom right?" she asked.
Lucas dug into his pocket and produced a foil wrapped condom. "This answers your question?" he asked before ripping it open and applying it on his long, thick and very hard erection.
"Yup…" she said distractedly, her eyes on the prize. She couldn't wait to feel—
"Playtimes over…" he said as he brought her down toward the bottom of the bed, her ass was just above the edge.
Leaving a few inches between him and the mattress, he stood in front of the bed and placed her legs around him before adjusting himself to enter her. Lucas looked down at her just as he pressed inside, feeling her clutch him greedily at the first gliding thrust. A deep, pleasurable moan, followed with, "Your pussy is so tight…it feels amazing…"
"You feel pretty amazing too…" she moaned deeply as his hands gripped her hips and surged forward, the heaviness of his penis made the push pull sensation all the more encompassing, enhancing her already heightened pleasure. "Your cock fits in me so perfectly Lucas…I never want you to stop…mmm…it feels so good."
Lucas groaned as she purposely began clutching him with her walls, drawing him in deeper with each stroke. Brooke then gasped then moaned as the ridge of his cock began stroking her G-spot with each drag. Before either knew they were right on the edge.
"LUCAS!!!" she moaned loudly as her fast approaching orgasm caught her once again off guard in another cataclysmic climax, her hands gripping the covers as her body quaked with the force of it.
Lucas gritted his teeth and gripped her hips tightly and began thrusting with short quick thrusts, his own end just around the corner. Lucas gave one final thrust and came with such an intensity that his legs felt like they would give out, the pleasure too immense to fathom. "Fuuuck…" he groaned, still gripped in the tidal wave of his climax.
Afterward he nibbled her lips then murmured, "I'm replaying what we did in my head…"
Brooke grinned lethargically and said, "That was better than all of my fantasies…"
"That goes double for me. I can still taste you." He said as he caressed her face affectionately.
She looked into his blue eyes and asked, "What do I taste like?"
"Sweet like luscious candy. I couldn't get enough of you." He said before dropping a kiss on her lips. "I can't get enough of you…" he murmured, then took her mouth in a thorough kiss.
"So that's what I taste like—" she said with a sexy smirk as soon as they parted but was interrupted by a loud ringtone.
Sighing Lucas removed himself from her and disposed of the condom in the bathroom. He washed his hands then checked his pocket for his cellphone. "Reality beckons…"
"So it does…wanna take a shower with me?" she asked, getting up to go to the bathroom, swaying her hips seductively.
Lucas watched her for a second before rushing after her. "I'll just make another call to your sister later…"