Accidentally on Purpose 6 Book Box Set

by L. D. Davis

  The white halter cocktail dress was shorter than what I would normally wear, with the hem stopping a little less than mid-thigh. The bottom half of the dress was tight and hugged my hips and ass, but the top half was a little loose except where the neckline plunged down to just below my breasts. The dress was backless, revealing the art inked on my back. My pumps were a light metallic bronze and gave me four and a half more inches of height. My hair was flat ironed and pulled back to my left side and held in place with a white, sequined barrette, leaving the stars under my right ear visible. My makeup was light, but made my gray eyes pop, and my nails were manicured and painted in a clear polish. The only jewelry I wore was a pair of diamond earrings Kyle surprised me with after our ousting at Sterling Corp.

  “So, what do you think?” I asked Kyle with a big smile as his eyes traveled up and down my body.

  “Baby, where is the rest of your dress?” he frowned.

  My smile fell as a hand went to my hip. “You don’t like it?”

  “I love it, but…” he rubbed his chin between his forefinger and thumb.

  “But what?” I demanded. I was beginning to feel a little irritated. I half expected him to try tearing the dress off of me when he saw me, not to look so disapproving.

  “Damn,” he whispered when his eyes grazed over my hips. “Your curves look fucking fantastic, but if I can’t keep my eyes off of you, other men won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you either.”

  I rolled my eyes. I didn’t think I was unattractive, but I was sure there were going to be more attractive, slim women at the party for other guys to gawk at.

  Kyle reached out and tried to pull the fabric of my dress over the uncovered curves of my breasts. I smacked his hands away.

  “Stop it! It’s supposed to be like that!”

  He groaned as he reached out and cupped a breast. “I can see the outline of your nipple rings, Lily!”

  “So what?” I smacked his hand away from me.

  “So, it’s fucking erotic and I don’t want anyone else having erotic thoughts about you!”

  “You’re ruining my night!” I yelled and smacked him with my white and gold clutch bag.

  “I think you should change into something less…revealing,” he said, moving past me towards my closet.

  “I don’t have anything else to change into, Kyle,” I crossed my arms. “I like what I have on.”

  “What about that gray suit I bought you for work?” he asked, already inside my closet.

  I ignored him and walked out of the room. I went downstairs even as he was calling out more suggestions to me. I sat down on the arm of the couch as I waited for Kyle to come to his senses. A minute later, he came trotting down the stairs carrying the gray suit and a black dress I sometimes wore to work. The hem on that dress was just below my knees and the only bare skin it showed were my arms. How boring.

  I looked at Kyle with disinterest as he held up the two boring outfits.

  “Choose one of these,” he commanded. “Hurry up. We’re already going to be late.”

  “You’re being a pussy,” I said in a boring tone as I looked at my nails. I sighed and got to my feet and looked at his scowling face. “Are you ready to go yet?”

  I turned my back on him and bent over to pick his car keys up off of the coffee table.

  “Shit,” I heard him hiss just before the suit and dress were thrown onto the couch.

  Before I could turn back around, Kyle’s hands were on my hips, guiding me to the arm of the couch. He put his hand on my lower back and slowly slid it up between my shoulder blades. He pressed firmly, making me bend over the arm of the couch. I braced myself the best I could, planting my hands flat on the cushion in front of me as Kyle grabbed my ass in both hands with a low groan.

  “Your ass looks amazing in this dress,” he said, his voice full of heat.

  His hands slid down to my thighs and then under my dress. Slowly, he pushed the dress up over my thighs and over my ass.

  “Oh my god,” he growled, slipping his finger under my thong.

  I moaned when I felt his knuckle roll over my clit.

  “Do you like the way you look, baby?” he asked, as he rubbed my clit harder.

  “Mmm hmm,” I moaned.

  “I can tell. You’re very wet.” He groaned as he moved his knuckle faster over my swollen nub. Seconds later, I was bucking my hips with my orgasm as I cried out.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, and ran a hand over my back.

  He took his hand out of my panties, but before I could stand up, he had pressed me back down and pushed two fingers inside of me. I groaned and pushed against his hand.

  “Keep still,” he whispered and held me down with his hand on the small of my back.

  Kyle’s fingers plunged deep inside of me and then moved in a slow circular motion that drove me crazy.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Kyle growled and started to fuck me hard with his fingers. “So wet…”

  I moaned loudly as his fingers slid in and out of me. I could never get enough of his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. Kyle slipped his other hand in front of me and started massaging my clit again, this time with his index and middle fingers.

  “Put your hand in your dress and squeeze your nipples,” he demanded in a raspy voice.

  I did as I was told, balancing myself on one hand while Kyle’s hands continuously manipulated me towards an orgasm.

  “Oh shit!” I cried out when I squeezed my own nipple. I rolled it between my fingers and tugged on the jewelry.

  “Come, Lily,” Kyle commanded as his fingers increased speed. “Come, baby.”

  My body exploded—my senses exploded—it felt like everything around me and inside of me exploded as my body was hit with a wave of intense orgasms. I gained no control of my shuddering, over sensitive body before Kyle had dropped his pants, pulled up his tux shirt, tore away my thong and drove his stiff rod inside of me. He grunted with each thrust as one hand held onto my hip and the other hand was flat against my back.

  “Pinch your nipples,” he demanded again, and again I complied, rolling the hard nipple between my fingers and tugging on the barbell. “You’re so fucking hot in this dress,” Kyle growled as he slammed into me.

  He slid his hand up my back, over my neck and across my cheek and pressed his middle two fingers into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers as if they were a cock and continued pinching, tugging and squeezing on my nipples as Kyle thrusts increased in pace. Soon I was falling off the cliff again, screaming his name and thrashing beneath him.

  “Oh, Lily,” he groaned a really long groan before suddenly pulling out of me. “Turn around,” he urged.

  I pushed myself up and turned around. Kyle stood there with his sizeable cock in his hand, squeezing the head between his two fingers. I crouched down before him in my high as hell heels and opened my mouth. He put the head of his cock on my outstretched tongue and released it. A sudden burst of semen hit the back of my throat. Kyle yelled expletives as he came in my mouth. He pressed his dick all the way in and I closed my lips around it and sucked him until there was nothing left.

  “Help me stand up,” I giggled, reaching for his hand. “I don’t know how hookers do this shit.”

  Kyle

  We arrived at the party “fashionably late” after all. I was significantly less tense about Lily’s dress than I was before, but I would have to control my urge to break the jaw of any guy that looked at her too long.

  Lily was absolutely glowing when she removed her coat before we entered the party. It was her multiple orgasms, I know it. She always glowed after sex. Her eyes lit up, she smiled a lot, and her whole demeanor was relaxed, but confident.

  She put her hand in mine and we followed another couple into the dinner party. The attention my little red headed bully got as I began introducing her to people I knew was immediate. Women like Lily didn’t usually socialize in this type of crowd, white-collar business mixed with over privileged high society. It
seems extremely crude to say it like that, but it doesn’t make it any less true. Every now and then we will get a couple of celebrities at these functions. Their tattoos and crazy hairstyles are accepted and praised, but middle class normal citizens like Lily are chastised by the women and the men that aren’t also chastising them, want to bed her because she is different.

  My earlier nervousness about bring her here had a lot to do with how catty some of the women were bound to be, but I was more concerned with the assholes that were going to be all over her, and there were many already sizing her up, including Marco. Lily seemed unconcerned about that, however, when she wrapped her arms around his neck for an embrace. He wriggled his eyes at me as his hands smoothed over her back. Because he was my old friend, he deserved to be punched harder than the other guys.

  “Your man let you out of the house dressed like this?” Marco teased her.

  “Just barely,” she smiled up at him as he checked out the neckline on her dress.

  “Stop eye fucking my girlfriend,” I said in a low voice to him and pulled Lily to my side.

  He grinned and held his hands up in defeat. Lily shook her head at me.

  “I’m going to the lady’s room,” she said and started to walk away.

  “I’ll take you,” I said, squeezing her hand.

  “You are not taking me to the bathroom,” she said firmly and shook her hand free of mine. “Don’t cause a scene,” she whispered in my ear before turning her back on me to leave.

  “You’re already causing one,” I said to her back. She glared at me over her shoulder.

  “I’m glad she walked away,” Marco said seriously.

  “Why?” I asked, my alarms going off in my head.

  “Because I can watch her luscious ass as she does,” he said, watching her disappear out the door.

  “Do you have a death wish?” I scowled at him. “She’s not even your type.”

  “She’s not yours either, my friend, but here you are,” he said, gesturing widely. His face grew serious again though, and I knew he was going to address something serious.

  “What is it? Is it Grant?” I asked. I had not seen the man since I walked in. It was his party, but he didn’t seem to be present.

  “No, not really,” Marco said.

  “Where is he?”

  “He’s here. He had to step out to make an important phone call. Listen, Kyle, Jessyca is coming.”

  Automatically, I looked back the way Lily had left. The last thing I wanted was to have Lily and Jess in the same room. Jess would try to verbally annihilate her just because she was with me, and Lily wouldn’t think twice about taking off her spiky heel and embedding it in Jess’s face.

  “Why the hell is she coming?” I asked Marco. The first few times I ran into Jess after our break up were not pretty memories. I wasn’t afraid of her, but I started steering clear of her wherever I could. I rarely did anything socially anymore, but the few times I did I had to be sure she wouldn’t be there. She was still bitter about all that happened between us, and I didn’t blame her, but I didn’t see the need to have it out in public—especially in front of any business associates—every time we met.

  “Grant invited her. Apparently they’ve been doing some business. I think she might be trying to get in on this project, Kyle.”

  “Hell no!” I growled.

  “She might be able to do it on Grant’s shirt tails. She won’t be in our group on paper, but he may outsource Venner Associates and she’ll still be somewhat involved.”

  “I will back the hell out if she comes on board in any capacity,” I said, watching the door for Lily.

  “It’s your project, Kyle,” Marco tried to say reassuringly. “Don’t let her push you out like that.”

  “She probably only wants to come on so she can find a way to ruin me,” I said bitterly.

  Lily re-entered the room, immediately drawing the attention of all of the men standing in that vicinity. The women, of course, looked at her with disdain, but most of the men openly and not so openly ogled her. She didn’t get more than a few feet before an older man stopped her. She was polite, shook his hand, and introduced herself. He stood too damn close and I knew from experience he was telling her about his yacht and leading up to asking her to join him for dinner on it one day. I turned away from Marco to go fetch Lily. I had only taken a few steps when Jess walked into the room behind Lily. Her quick eyes accessed Lily in a matter of seconds as she passed by her, and I knew already by the look on her face that she would be nasty to Lily, but the nastiness would reach an all-time high once she realized who Lily was here with.

  I reached Lily just as the asshole was telling her about his yacht. Without acknowledging him, I took Lily’s hand and led her away.

  “Well, that was rude,” she said.

  “He was going to tell you about his yacht and ask you for dinner. The yacht is in the Mediterranean, but he wouldn’t have told you that until you were boarding his private plane.”

  “I love the Mediterranean,” Lily said with a shrug. “I think I would have taken him up on his offer.”

  I gave her a look that implied that her joke was not funny. She giggled and said, “Oh, come on. Even after being with you I’m not that desperate.”

  “Hilarious,” I said dryly, glancing at Jess across the room. Grant had returned from his phone call and she was talking to him by the bar. Fortunately she had not seemed to notice us yet.

  “Why are you so serious?” Lily sighed. “If you’re going to be this serious all night, I’m going to go hang out with Marco.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her, but she ignored it and grabbed a glass of champagne off of a passing tray.

  “You’re not going to kill my glow, yo,” she said.

  “Jess is here,” I said.

  Lily had just taken a sip of champagne. She gave me the “are you serious” look until she swallowed her drink.

  “Why is she here?” she asked.

  “Grant invited her. Marco thinks she might try to somehow get in on the project.”

  “Where is she?” Lily asked, but the question was answered by Jessyca herself when she stepped up beside us with Grant at her side.

  I slid my arm around Lily’s waist and pulled her close as I shook Grant’s hand.

  “Glad you could make it, Kyle. Sorry I didn’t catch you when I came in. There was an immediate problem I had to take care of.” He turned his attention to Lily. He at least met her eyes before letting his eyes greedily drop to the bare swells of her breasts. “Ted Grant,” he said, offering his hand.

  “Lily Whitman,” she smiled as she placed her hand in his.

  “Do you work for Kyle?” he asked.

  Now I understood how I must have appeared to Lily when I made similar comments. I felt my own irritation when he automatically assumed that she must be working for me and not with me. Though the former was true, Grant shouldn’t have assumed by her appearance that she wasn’t capable of more.

  “Lily is my girlfriend,” I said, pulling her a little closer.

  Grant’s eyes widened a little, but before he could say anything, Jessyca had to remind us she was standing there.

  “Jessyca Venner,” she said tersely, slicing the air between Grant and me to offer her hand to Lily.

  Lily’s smile faded slightly, but she didn’t hesitate to shake Jess’s hand. She must have given her a tight squeeze, because the skin around Jess’s eyes tensed a little, a sign of pain, and when she pulled back her hand, she surreptitiously rubbed it. I almost laughed at her.

  “Hello, Kyle,” she said in a tone that I knew she thought was a little sexy and flirtatious, but it only grinded my nerves.

  “Jessyca,” I said curtly. “Ted, thank you for having us,” I said turning my attention away from her. She pouted a little.

  “You and the lovely Lily are always welcome,” he said. He looked at his watch. “Maybe we can pull Marco away from Mrs. Stein and get a drink before dinner is served,” he suggested. I
n other words, he wanted to talk a little business without the girls.

  I was reluctant to leave Lily alone with Jess, or with just about anyone in the room, but I didn’t go to the dinner just for the food and drinks.

  “Sure,” I nodded. “I’ll see you in a little bit,” I said to Lily, and just to make it clear to Jess, Grant and to everyone in the room what Lily was to me, I put my hand on her neck and pulled her in for a very brief, but tender kiss.

  She smiled up at me, her eyes still aglow from our earlier activities. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “That bitch isn’t going to kill my glow.”

  Lily

  The moment Kyle walked away, Jessyca Venner wanted to pretend as if we were old friends, but I could smell her insincerity from the other side of the globe.

  “I love your dress,” she said, looking me up and down. “Who made it?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to things like that.”

  She nodded as if she understood, but then leaned over conspiringly and said, “If you’re going to be attending a lot of these functions, people are going to ask. I like fashion, that is why I ask, but some of these other women will tear you apart if the designer isn’t up to par.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said and took another sip of champagne.

  Kyle looked at me from the bar across the room while Grant and Marco talked. I gave him a small nod and a smile to let him know I was okay. When Grant started speaking to him, he reluctantly turned away.

  “How long have you two been together?” Jess asked, following my line of sight.

  “A while,” I said. I didn’t really want her to know details of our personal life together.

  “Have you met Marco?”

  What the hell was this? Ask Lily Random Questions Day?

  “Yes, I have.”

  “He doesn’t like me,” she laughed lightly. “I don’t think he likes many people. He and Kyle were made for each other.”

  “I get along very well with Marco,” I said. “He is actually very friendly once you get to know him.”

  “Well, I guess it was just me he didn’t like,” she said with that fake laugh again.