by Lily White
Nodding, she kept her eyes on the road ahead of us, her skirt inching higher every time she shifted in her seat just slightly. A dangerous fucking sight for a man who should have had his eyes on the road.
Eventually that skirt crept high enough for the crotch of her pink panties to peek into view, a treat I hadn’t yet tasted today hidden beneath a thin layer of cotton.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded on a gritty whisper.
Amelia’s head turned my direction, surprise widening her teal doe eyes. “Right now?”
I arched a brow. “What have I said about complaints and questions, Miss Dillon?”
Her cheeks flushed, that shy modesty of hers still fighting to make an appearance even as I stripped it away from her day after day. When she brought her hand between her legs to stroke a long pretty finger over the fabric of her panties, I shook my head.
“Pull them out of the way. I want skin against skin.”
I was going to regret the raging hard on when we waltzed into Dizzy’s place, but I wanted to see this, wanted her to obey without question.
Doing as she was told, Amelia slid the panties aside, her pussy coming into view now that her skirt had hiked up even more to pool around her hips.
This was dangerous in a moving vehicle, but I would be careful. So fucking careful while sneaking peeks at her fingers buried deep inside her body. “Use your thumb to play with your clit while slowly driving two fingers inside.”
Already, we were taking the exit into Sheldon, which meant there wasn’t enough time for Amelia to push herself to a climax. But still, I wanted to see her finger fuck that pretty pussy of hers, wanted to hear the soft moans that rolled off her lips.
Her fingers glistened as she pumped them between her legs, head falling back as her chest arched forward, her thighs spreading wider while her thumb drove hard circles over her clit. My cock was painfully hard.
This was a bad idea, yet here we were, both primed for a good fuck with no place to go to follow through with it.
Or maybe there was...
Pulling into Dizzy’s parking lot, I threw the SUV into park, killed the engine and watched with fascination as her hand moved between her legs, fingers so wet I wanted to taste them. I wasn’t even sure she knew we’d stopped, her eyes closed and her lips parted on shallow, panting breaths.
Oh, for the love of God...
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from between her legs to bring it to my mouth. Lips closing over her fingers to taste my girl, I grinned when her eyes opened, the lids hooded with want.
Sucking her fingers clean, I gave one warning after flicking my eyes toward the alley. “You might want to run.”
Her eyes rounded with understanding.
Amelia jumped out of the SUV and took off in the direction of the alley. I was right behind her within seconds, our pounding steps reminding me of the first time I’d chased her through these shadows.
I’d been yelling at her since the day I met her about dangerous, dirty men hiding around dark, dank corners, and yet here I was becoming one of them, my mouth watering at the thrill of fucking her against a brick wall.
Two turns and I caught her in almost the exact same place I’d first dropped her to the ground three weeks ago. Out of breath, her chest rose and fell as she struggled against me, her body tight as I turned her around and shoved her chest against a wall.
Palms splayed over the brick, she pretended to fight me, little protests rolling over her lips that I knew she didn’t mean.
Pulling her hips toward me, I flipped her skirt and found she hadn’t replaced her panties to cover her wet hole, my hand working quickly to free my cock from my pants when an annoying as fuck thought came to me.
“I don’t have a condom,” I admitted.
“I don’t care,” she answered, her voice breathless and husky. “Please, Mr. Carter, I need this.”
Amelia and that fucking word would be my undoing.
I seriously hoped Dizzy’s student didn’t take a shortcut through the alley.
Oh, don’t mind me, Kyle. Just getting a quick, dirty fuck in before seeing how well you handle the keys. You’ll understand when you’re a little older.
Pushing that thought from my mind, I thrust inside Amelia balls deep and almost came just at the sound of her deep, full throat moan, my hips moving with enough force to shove her forward and lift her up to her toes with each hard thrust.
Feeling her, skin to skin, was driving me harder, pushing me faster toward a climax that would tear me apart.
Her voice was carrying down the alley, forcing me to wrap my hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Lips next to her ear, I growled, “Such a dirty little slut taking it out in the open like this.”
Like I’d pulled a trigger, those words had her pussy clamping tight around me, milking me as I found the tight puckered hole of her ass and pushed the tip of my thumb inside.
She damn near collapsed with the orgasm that surged through her body, her hot, shallow breaths wet against my palm as I allowed myself to let go to the quickie and pulled out just in time to climax over the ground at my feet.
I had no way of cleaning us both up and should have thought this through before jumping to it.
We’d both be rushing to the bathroom as soon as we walked inside that store, but before letting her go to tug her clothes into place, I spun her around to face me, slipped my fingers between her legs and kissed her with enough force to steal her quick gasps of breath.
Son of a bitch.
I hoped Dizzy and his student wouldn’t be able to smell the sex on us the second we stepped foot into the music store.
Amelia
Dad was right. You can tell a lot about a person by their hands. What they do with them. How they move them. The art they produce. Whether they use them to hurt other people or to lift up the souls lucky enough to know them.
Watching Lennon with Kyle was eye opening. There sat a man who didn’t have to give his time to a struggling musician. Lennon had achieved his fame and success; he’d made it while the kids in Sheldon were fighting to get by. He could have ignored all of us and it wouldn’t have affected his career. Yet, there he sat for several hours lifting Kyle up and teaching him that it’s not the life circumstances that makes a person, it’s the soul.
If you want it bad enough - if you’re willing to fight tooth and nail against all those who would hold you down - you deserve the success, the attention, the win that finally comes to you once the fight is done.
I had no doubt that Kyle walked away from that lesson with his chin tipped higher. And in truth, mine was tipped higher as well because I was that same kid, struggling and scrabbling, holding myself by the fingernails to keep my head above water.
Although, you wouldn’t know that by looking at me now.
Now, I was an image of luxury in a dress that cost more than my car, my hair swept up in a French twist, loose strands fluttering on either side of my face. Jewelry wasn’t needed with this dress. The silk alone glimmered enough that to add anything else would be overkill.
Not that I had any jewelry, but still.
Thankfully, Lennon had remembered shoes this morning and we’d made a mad dash to find some. Otherwise, I’d be wearing sneakers.
I wasn’t even going to allow myself to think too much on the cost of the shoes.
With only ten minutes before we had to leave, I was glad Lennon thought to introduce me to Dizzy before today. I didn’t feel as nervous rushing down to answer the door when the bell rang. Opening it, I smiled to see Lennon’s oldest friend and his wife on the other side, as friendly as could be.
“Wow, you look amazing. No wonder Lennon is so taken with you.” Offering her hand, Renee flashed me a beaming smile. “I’m Renee, and you’ve met this old man beside me, so I’ll just shove him aside to escort you to our car myself.”
Already, I liked her, my nerves easing as we made our way to the car and climbed in. The conversation was light-hearted during the dr
ive, the shadowed interior lighting up when we pulled into the massive parking lot of the performing arts center. To say I was stunned would be an understatement.
Everywhere you looked, glamorous people walked toward the front doors, the height of fashion marching by in a large parade, thousands of lights illuminating the space and sparkling against the beautiful gowns and jewel accents.
I didn’t know how Lennon performed in a place so big without pissing himself before walking on that stage. I was nervous for him, my throat clogged with a knot of apprehension, my legs shaking as we joined the parade toward the front doors.
Once inside, my nerves didn’t get much better, especially not after seeing the stage set up, grand piano front and center, with chairs arranged for the accompanying symphony.
We made our way to our seats, the view spectacular, the large room filled with a heavy din of conversation while everybody waited for the performance to begin.
A hush fell across the room when the lights above our heads lowered, the audience lost to shadow, the stage lights becoming brighter as the symphony walked out to take their seats. The conductor stood on his platform facing the audience.
It wasn’t long before the opening introduction was made, a crash of applause as Lennon strolled on stage in his tux, stealing the show with how absolutely beautiful he was. His jaw was a hard line, his eyes stern as he approached the piano and took his place. His gaze lifted to the conductor before the first notes played.
I was instantly transported back to being hog tied on top of the Steinway at his home, the heavy bass chords vibrating against my naked body while the melody fluttered against my skin. It was a little embarrassing that my body was responding to the music in ways it shouldn’t, but he had that affect on me regardless of where we were.
His performance was flawless, the intermission coming far too soon. Even after he walked off stage, I sat breathless.
Giving in to the demands of my full bladder, I parted with Dizzy and Renee in the lobby and waited in the ridiculously long line for the women’s bathroom. While I stood quietly, minding my own damn business, a familiar voice caught my attention, the saccharine sweet screech forcing me to turn my head in its direction.
“We has sex in the classroom yesterday afternoon. I mean he’s hot in a tux, but you should see him without his clothes. I happily bent over Lennon’s desk while he-“
Fingers curling into my palms, I watched the lying bitch brag to her friend about Lennon. It only made things worse when the dozens of women standing within her vicinity could also hear the lie, their mouths curling with polite smiles, their ears feasting on the juicy tidbits Jillian made up about her teacher.
Lennon wasn’t fucking anybody yesterday afternoon. Well, me in an alley, but still, he had been busy teaching a kid from a poor area of town to play better, had been lifting someone up while this bitch did her best to drag Lennon down.
I was two seconds away from dragging her by her fucking hair out of the building, but to do so would only clue her in that I was fiercely protective of him - and that would only lead to questions.
Regardless, he needed to know she was spreading lies, if for no other reason than to call her out on it and replace her in the program.
Thankfully, the line moved along and I was able to use the restroom and walk away, my cheeks blazing red with anger when I found Dizzy and Renee.
“Damn girl,” Dizzy teased, “who pissed you off, and when are we planning on killing them?”
I couldn’t help my grin. His comment helped ease some of my rage. “I just saw the other remaining student in Lennon’s class. She was telling anybody who would listen that they were having sex in the classroom yesterday afternoon.”
Dizzy shook his head and scratched his jaw. “Lennon must have a hell of a long cock because that’s quite the reach from my music store.”
Slapping her husband on the shoulder, Renee laughed and turned to me. “Is there anything you can do about it?”
“Not me. But I’ll let him know so he can take care of the problem. I don’t want her ruining his reputation.”
“Because Lennon would never get together with a student,” Dizzy mumbled under his breath with a wink.
Laughter shook my shoulders. “Yeah, well, he’s smart enough to choose one who won’t go around bragging about it, I guess.”
. . .
I met Lennon back at the house later that evening. Walking inside, I found him in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water, his tux jacket already stripped off, his tie loose over the back of his neck and his shirt sleeves rolled up.
I wanted to run up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, but something stopped me. The expression on his face, maybe. The darkness rolling behind his eyes.
Whatever it was, this person wasn’t the man I’d kissed before he left that afternoon. After such a stunning performance, I’d assumed he’d want to celebrate.
It was my intention to tell him what I’d overheard while waiting for the bathrooms. Now, there was no way in hell I’d add to whatever was bothering him.
“Everything okay?”
He set the water bottle down on the counter beside him with such force that drops burst up from the top to splash the granite. Worry etched my bones that something happened at the symphony tonight, that he’d messed up and I hadn’t caught it, that perhaps the rumors Jillian were spreading had reached him.
Or worse.
The rumor couldn’t be true.
She couldn’t be -
I thought back to Friday afternoon, remembered waiting outside for over a half hour for him to pull up at the curb to pick me up. Thinking about it now, he should have been right behind me.
Oh god...
“I have somewhere I need to be tomorrow. I’ll be gone for most of the morning.”
Not bothering to look at me as he said those words, Lennon tapped his fingers on the counter where his arms were stretched to his sides.
“I can’t go with you?”
I didn’t know what was happening to me. Never once had I not trusted him. Never once had I questioned what we were doing. But now, this new version of myself was crawling out from beneath my skin, a girl with matted hair and torn clothes, dirt staining her paper thin skin, a monster with green eyes and a broken soul. Jealousy sharpening her fingernail claws. Rage staining her eyes red.
“Can I go with you?” I asked again, my voice sharp, tone clipped.
Lennon glanced my direction, the storm in his eyes brewing with such violence that I took a step back as if to run the opposite direction.
“Come here.”
It wasn’t a request, not with the unwavering strength in his voice, the sharp depth of tone rolling the words out as a command. Even if my thoughts continued to race over every possibility of what he could have done, my body responded. Wanting. Needing. Practically begging for my fears and worries to be untrue.
My mind wanted to ask questions and demand answers. Yet, my feet stepped forward, stopping just before I was in range for him to reach out and grab me.
A nudge of his chin toward me. “Take off the dress.”
Stilling in place, my brows knit together, confusion blending with the spikes of jealousy that continued bursting every time I wondered if what Jillian said was possible.
Yet, even with that toxic mix of emotions, I pulled the sleeves from my arms, found the hidden zipper and tugged it down. The dress fell from my body to pool at my ankles, a puddle of shimmering silk.
I hadn’t worn a bra, so all that covered me was a scrap of barely there lace panties.
The storm in his eyes shifted, clouds rolling, sharp streaks of lust and lightning crackling in the distance. Lennon closed the distance between us without a word, his hands locking on my hips to lift me up to the counter. I tried to lock my knees together, but he was stronger, faster.
Pushing my legs far apart, he leaned down to breathe me in, my eyes closing as my cheeks pinked with modesty. While his hand tore the lace from between
my legs like the nothing scrap of cloth it was, his tongue and teeth worked a path down one thigh and up the other.
I was a sinful buffet, there to cure his every hunger, my body trembling to feel his dark eyes roam over my skin like a wolf staring down its next meal.
Opened wide and split apart, I felt his palms against the inside of my thighs, his thumbs running down the center of my slit, opening me even wider. It was impossible to swallow the cry of pleasure bursting from my throat the instant his tongue explored the swollen, sensitive skin. Thick and hot, tasting me without shame for how exposed I was.
My inner thigh muscles burned from how wide Lennon had splayed my legs, but it was nothing compared to the feel of his tongue pushing inside me, thrusting in and out as a greedy thick tip, his thumb rubbing circles over a bundle of nerves that were swollen and desperate for attention.
I came easily, quickly, my chest arching above the cold, hard granite surface. But he didn’t give me time to gather myself together before tugging me forward, dropping his pants and shoving his cock deep inside.
This wasn’t a casual fucking, it was a moment of desperation, a feat of flexibility as he lifted my legs to hook them over his shoulders and his hips drove forward with demanding strength.
With my arms stretched down the length of my body, I held onto the edge of the counter, holding myself in place, his thrusts so forceful, my fingers cramped to keep me from sliding back.
Lennon’s hand slid up the centerline of my body, between my breasts, over my throat, the hold a threat that he would cut off my air.
I felt owned in that moment. Used. But damn if I didn’t enjoy the feeling, the lust, the filthy violence that leaked out of him with every demanding thrust.
At no time did he speak or acknowledge what had made him angry.
Lennon simply took what he needed.
Drove his body against mine.
Brought us both to a shattering climax while I tried to understand his silence while giving him everything I had to offer.
