first time at Whistler

Chapter14

the whistler house

We had to endure twenty minutes of freezing cold, wet riding, till we got to his house.

“Lets forget dinner out and order something in, ok?”

  As we pull up the drive the garage door opens, exposing a black hummer, a smaller black car I don’t recognize and another motor cycle. Now inside the garage we get off the bike and I’m shivering.  “Wow you s-s-sure have a lot of v-v-vehicles.” I shake my head stunned and cold, “what is th-th-that I ask, pointing to the convertible.

 “That is a 1958 Lancia Aurelia, one of the first production lines V6 engines ever made.  If it’s still raining tomorrow we’ll drive back in her.” He turns and takes my Helmut pulling a lock of hair from my eyes, “Come on let get you warm.” He impatiently coerces the keys in the lock, opens the door and pulls me inside. The house is similar to the condo, black slate floors, putty colored walls and He shuts door and takes my hand, leading me down a long hallway into a huge great room lights automatically come on as we walk, they make a pinging noise.

“You own this house too?” I ask. Fuck! How rich are you!? You could have anybody and here I am.  How did I get here? Skinny bag of bones from nowhere and an extremely wealthy sex god from GQ magazine wants me?

“Welcome to  Bacchus.”he waves  his hand out like Vana White on wheel of fortune.

“Bacchus?”

“God of wine.” The sex god owns a god of wine house…how appropriate.  The great room lives up to the name in size only. It’s very understated, holding only two impressively long grey leather sofas and an oval dark wood coffee table separating them. Nothing on the table, no pillows on the couch, no lamps, not even a carpet. A huge fire place is at the end of the room and above it is the only softness in the room, a large painting of a home in a big valley. It is another country, maybe Italy I think.  Either he’s just moved in or he hates clutter. I quickly think about all my knick knack shit cluttering my shelves at home.

“This is my shangrala, my sanctuary. It’s new and needs to be warmed up a bit but, this is where I like to come to unwind. I love it here. This space when it’s finished is going to be Revelation.” We move through the kitchen and towards two big French doors leading outside.

 “Where are we going?” holding my hand he takes me outside.

“Come. We’ll sit in the hot tub to warm you up.” He smiles a crooked smile.

We walk across a huge brick patio to a small pool, maybe six feet by six feet. He bends down and touches the water, stands up and turning around,  facing me, he takes his shirt off in one graceful move. Exposing his 6 pack abdominal muscles, staring I let my eyes rest on the definition of his external oblique muscle, he’s so close I can smell his old spice on his skin. It’s so intoxicating, his scent, his hurried breathing, his eyes, his confident nature; I’m caught in his spell. Take me God of beautiful bodies. Bending down he pinches the hem of my now incredibly form fitting dress and in one precipitated tug I’m only in my new pretty underwear again only wet. He has such a knack for undressing me. Goose bumps are all over my skin. I wrap my arms around myself.

“Can anyone see us?”

“No.”  Reaching around me he undoes my bra, pulls it off my arms and tosses to the floor. Then he pulls me panties over my hips and down my legs, and I obligingly step out of them. He takes my hand and pulls me to the pool.   
“Step in.”

“Is it deep?”

“No”

“It looks like there isn’t a bottom.”

“It’s black tile. Step in, Baby.”he touches my jaw.

  I do as I’m told, wrapping my arms around myself once again. The warmth is welcomed by my cold flesh, it feels heavenly.  He removes the rest of his wet clothes and joins me. Seeing him naked I become suddenly shy, I drop my head and lace my fingers together, fiddling with my thumbs, I hunch down in the water. He grabs my face and lifts so, our eyes meet. “Don’t be shy with me Libbey, you are so beautiful, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, nothing at all.”    I  look up at him, his eyes are fully dilated and dark, and he’s smiling...  
“This is so, beautiful the stars are spectacular.” I stumble over the words.

“Like you.” He kisses me quick and leans back, just looking at me. I still feel shy.

 He reaches around for my hip with his right hand and pulls so, I glide closer, I can already feel his erection on my hip. Our mouths press together again, in a hot kiss. His left hand glides over my shoulder and down my scapula, where he presses with his thumb along the bone. Grazing down to my bossom,  he palms my left breast. He rolls my already puckered nipple bringing it to full attention, and send a wave of sensation to deep within my belly.

“Turn around.” He insists. Turning so, my back is to him, he lifts my hair, draping over my breast and places his hands on my shoulders. With the easiest pressure he moves in small circles on the trapezius muscles.

“Mmm, that feels so, good.” I moan. How intimate he makes this feel. He slides over slow as molasses to my deltoid and soothes it with same cicular motion, around and around,  it feels heavenly. I start to relax a little and feel the shyness leave me.

“That’s better, you need to just relax. Your muscles are so, tense.” He glides down along my spine, with his thumbs messaging, releasing all my tension, loosening my inhibition. I feel a kiss on my neck. Moving to the small of my back he leaves his hands there, thumbs moving in circles and his fingertips just resting on my waist and kisses my back. “Warm now?”

“Yes, thank you” I’m floating in his intimacy.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll just grab some towels.”

“Ok” I turn so I’m facing him as he steps out of the hot tub. I admire his fabulous sculptured ass, is indents perfection. 

“Nice.”  I chuckle.

“Thank you.” I know he’ smiling as he walks away. I sink down in the water so my shoulders are covered and ponder how wonderful this is, with him here. Scrumptious. 

He comes back in a a pair of sweats hanging just of his hips leaving his external obliques exposed and so defined. He reaches for my hand, I step out and he wraps a terry cloth robe around me. Placing a towel on my head, his finger start to dry my hair.

“That feels good.” I close my eyes. Moving briskly, I am so relaxed right now.

 “I think that’s pretty good. Come on, I’ll show you around. Did that sound cheesie?”he has a look of pain on his face.

“No, not too cheesie.” I chuckle. I wonder is the touching over? I hope not.

“Is the water always hot?” looking back at the hot tub.

“I had my house keeper turn up the heat.”

“Oh,” I raise my eyebrows to him, “you have a house keeper?”

“Yes, Mrs. Emory  or M as I call her, it makes me feel like James Bond. Are you ok with that?”

“What? Me? Yes, I’m fine with that. It’s your house.”

We walk to the kitchen.  This is where I really cook and maybe next time we’re here I’ll cook you a gourmet meal, maybe even this weekend.” Leading me through the kitchen by the hand there is something different about him..

“It looks very professional. I love the island.”

“I sometimes host wine parings here and usually they are casual around the cooking area, so I needed the island to seat 6. This is where I let loose and I love to hang out with friends. I am a pretty good cook you know.”

“I believe you.” I think he’s trying to impress me. We walk passed the great room down a dark tile hall to another big room. The light comes on like magic. “Your lights come on by themselves?” I’m trying to concentrate on what he’s saying but, I can’t help but wonder what just happened to our caressing moment in the tub, is it over? Did I do something wrong?

“I had the house wired for motion sensors, except the master bed room. This is the media room. For movies games whatever is going.” It’s over comfortable looking, a lush deep red. He continues to pull me down the hall to a weight room. “This is where I releave stress, even though I never have stress here.” He seems nervous. We turn and walk back the same hallway, “the laundry room.” He waves his hand, like Vana White again. It smells like lemon. Fresh. “This is the powder room.” I glance in, surprisingly it’s very Italian. Black tile floor, putty plastered walls and a rustic chandelier, small but, full of impact. Pulling me along we reach a staircase. “Come along Miss scarlet!” he leans down, swoops me into his arms and  carries me upstairs. Squealing with delight, “what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to sweep you off you feet. I so sorry I made you ride in the rain, Baby. “

“I am swept off my feet, Rhet!” I smile at him and he kisses my lips. Placing my hands on either side of his face I open my mouth and let him have access to my tongue. He obliges with a deep exploring kiss and stop as we continue our way to the bedroom. “Bedtime. Are you sleepy?” he smirks.

“Sleepy?”

He puts me down, holding my head firmly, he kisses me deeply, tongue touching my tongue. He still smells fabulous. I instantly feel that ache build in my core, I’m already moist. He reaches up to remove my robe and lets it fall to the floor. “Not sleepy?” his soft voice asks.

“No.” I whisper back.

“Then maybe we can just talk.” He says against my lips.

“Talk?” I purr back. He ushers me over to the bad and I feel the bed at the back of my calves. Lowering me to the bed he kneels in front of me. “What do you want to do?”  

“I think I want you to kiss me somemore.” Without a breath his lips are on mine passionately. I kiss him back opening my lips to his tongue. His breath is sweet, from what? A breath mint, did he brush? He explores my mouth, caressing my tongue with his, delicious.  Gentley he nips at my bottom lip. So, sexy. His kisses leave my mouth and travel up my cheek to my eyes, where he brushes his kisses against my lashes, my eyebrows and my fore head. Holding my face on either side he tips my head and as slow as molasses his lips trail kisses to my neck below my jaw, sending shivers through the center of my body. Traveling up to my ear, he sucks on my lobe, his tongue swirling around and in my ear.

 “This is my favorite part of you.” He hums in my ear. “When I touch you here, you lean into me. I like that Baby.”

“Mmm.” I moan. .”  His hand moves to my shoulder. His lips are moving unhurried down my neck. My breathing becomes excited and I moan deep in my throat.   I’m aching for him right now.
“Lets take this off.” He slides the robe off my shoulders and down my back. “You’re so amazingly beautiful, Libbie,” and he kisses my shoulder to the scapula. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first night we met.” What? Really? Me neither.

“Oh Jack.”

Grabbing my hips he pulls me so his mouth is on my breast, sliding his tongue around and over my nipple. I feel my breathing become rapid as I feel the deep pull in the base of my stomach. Teasing me he sucks and nips until I’m so close.

“Lay back on the bed baby.” Grabbing my knee, lifting my leg over his shoulder, he gently bites the cusp of my thigh, leisurely sucking and kissing his way to there, the hidden treasure tucked away.

“Auuh.” I breath out as I tense a little.

“Easy baby, relax.”

“Jack please.”

“Please what Baby?”

“Please.” I whisper.

 “Please what baby, tell me?”

“I can’t say. Please Jack,” Why are we talking so, much?

“Please what? Hmmm?” He’s relentlous, dipping his tongue against my hooded bud, humming. Licking around and around. I’m so, close. Then he slows.

 “Jack.” My hands are in his hair and I close my eyes.

“Shh,” he hiss in me, his breath blowing on me. His tongue around and around. His finger slides in me and moves against that one magical  spot. His tongue around and around. So close. “Jack.”

“Shhh, hush.” I feel his breath again. Around and around.

“Jack.” I’m there. Over the edge and floating, floating in extacy. “Oh!” I cry out.”God.” I shake, again and again. His finger is out of me, he lifts my leg back down to the floor and I feel his hand on my stomach. I open my eyes and he above me looking down at me.

“Hi.” He smiles at me.

“Hi,” I smile  back. I can feel his erection on my stomach. Leaning down and kissing me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, I taste myself on his lips. Wow I’ve never done that before, is it wrong? I taste salty. How sexy is that, in one long drawn out kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you, Baby. I’m  going to take you from behind. Turn around.” I nod, excitement sores through me. He helps me turn by grabbing my hips, spinning me to face the bed, still holding me he pulls so, I’m sliding off the bed, my knees are on the floor. I’m upright. His left hand on my back pushes me forward so, I leaning over the bed, then he holds my left shoulder. His right hand leaves my hip and moves under me   to my belly, gracing my navel.

He moves my legs apart with his knee. “Ready?!”

“Yes.”    

With one quick thrust he rams into me.

“Ahhh,” I let out a sharp breath.

“Feel ok, Babe?” he stills and waits for my answer.

“Yes.”I answer breathlessly.

Again with full force he empailes me again.

“Again?”

“Yes” oh my God. I feel it again, arousal, so close.

 Then again a quick thrust up, deeper this time. “Mm” I make a sound in my throat.  His breathing is ragged. Then again he thrusts and again until he has me at the edge, the buildup and then wave comes taking me with it, floating. “Fuck,” he yells as he finds his releases. He stills and tightens his grip on my waist. “Shit, that was fucking intense. Are you ok Baby?”

 “Infucktense. Yes, better than ok.” I whisper, shy once again. Leaning over my back his mouth is at my neck. He is stills then he pulls out of me, breathing irregular, he starts to laugh. Not able to say anything else I laugh too, hard. Uncontrolaby.

“It’s like you have new word terets, I love it.” He announces laugh.

 “I’ve always had a nervous habit of making up words. Not always appropriate words.” Laughing again.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh.

“Feel good?”

“Yes. Very Good.”

“I love to make you feel good, sugar.” Smiling sweetly. . “I was apprehensive about bringing you here but, I’m glad I did.” He stands and lifts me with him and we both fall on the bed together, scrambled, my head on his chest.

“You seemed a little nervous last night. Why?”

“I don’t know.” He ponders the thought for a moment and looks up at his suroundings. “This is me, this is my home. I’ve helped build with my heart and soul, my blood and guts, from the ground up.  And sometimes I’m afraid of what people will think. What they might say.”

“You’re home is beautiful, you have every right to be proud. It’s amazing!”

“I know it’s not finished. I just..”

“Stop it! It’s exactly who you are, amazing. You’re an amazing man. Don’t think anything less. I can’t even fathom someone building their own home. I am in awe of you Drew.”

“It’s I who is in awe of you princess. I can’t believe you grew up an orphan and turned out so, strong.” His hands cup my face and he kisses my forehead. “Are you warm enough? Here” he pulls the duvet over both of us and pulls me close to him. Feeling safe in his arms, I relax and let my weariness take over. Together we drift into sleep.