by Hazel Kelly
I met her kiss and shoved her pants down over her ass, dragging my nails back up her firm butt cheeks. “God, this body,” I growled against her lips before biting the bottom one, my breath shallow as I forced my hand between her legs.
Her breath hitched when my fingertips met her hot slit.
“Fuck,” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside her until her body clenched around them like I wanted it clenched around my throbbing cock.
She dug her nails into my shoulders and let her head fall back as I fucked her with my hand, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to be closer to her. I needed to feel her sweet juices on my dick. “Tell me you’re on the pill,” I said as her eyelids fluttered with every flick of my wrist.
“I am,” she whimpered. “Yes.”
I freed my cock and stepped forward, guiding myself to her warm pussy. She moaned when I thrust my swollen head in, and I slapped a palm across her mouth, stifling the whimpers that followed as I sank inside her, her eyes on mine.
Once I was all the way in, I froze and dropped my hand.
Her glassy eyes looked drunk. “Sebastian.”
“You feel too good,” I said, panting as I let her body adjust to my girth.
“I missed you,” she said, dragging her fingernails across my temples and through my hair.
I breathed through my teeth and pulled my hips back, energized by the cool air that teased the base of my shaft. Then I thrust forward nice and slow, waiting for the sting of my desire to reach her eyes.
She freed a foot from her pant leg and slid her thigh up my hip.
I grabbed it and used it to steady myself as I fucked her against the towels, my thirst for her at an all-time high.
Her head fell to the side, and I could tell she was enjoying herself from the way her pulsing pussy gushed over my dick.
“More,” she breathed, her tits bouncing as I pounded her against the shelves. “Don’t stop.”
I dropped my free hand and slid it between us, crushing her swollen bud between thrusts.
Her eyes went wide.
I smiled and kept at it, sending vibrations up through her hot body. “Come for me, Lily.”
She bit her lip.
“Come on my cock like you want to.”
Her brows came together.
I kept swinging my hips, working her bundle of nerves between deep reaches into her center.
Her plump lips trembled and she bowed, shaking on my dick as her hot silk poured over me.
I savored her throbbing for a moment before dropping to my knees. Then I swung her cocked leg over my shoulder and covered her swollen folds with my mouth.
Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair as I scooped her out, and when I moaned against her bud, she shook again, relinquishing more of her fragrant pleasure for my enjoyment.
And I knew in that moment I was fucked.
Because there was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her heart. Even if that meant putting my own on the line.
Hell, it was too late.
T W E N T Y T H R E E
- Lily -
No one had ever made me feel so wanted.
And as scared as I was of hurting him, I couldn’t resist him for anything.
I licked my lips, still hot from the sound of him drinking me down and high from the sensations that shot up my spine every time his skilled tongue teased my bundle of nerves.
“My turn,” I whispered, remembering that we were in a fucking supply closet.
He moaned and kept licking me.
“Sebastian.”
He swept his tongue across my seam once more and rose to his feet, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
I dragged a finger down his stomach, sliding it over each of his cut abs until I reached his happy trail, which I followed to the elastic band on his designer boxers. “My turn for a taste,” I said, flicking my eyes up at him.
His jaw tensed.
I dropped to my knees and pulled his boxers down to his ankles.
Even for a girl like me, his cock was intimidating. Not only was it long and thick, but it was much darker than the rest of his body, perhaps because of how much he was aching for release.
I wrapped my hand around him and began stroking as I rose up to kiss his head, flicking my tongue around his swollen edges. “I can taste myself on you,” I said, looking up at him.
His expression was as serious as it was vulnerable, and I could tell from his eyes that he was as anxious as I was about how big of a load he was ready to give me.
I tightened my grip and opened my mouth, stretching it around him as I sank my lips over his rippling veins. He surged against my tongue, and I squeezed him harder, riding him with my mouth and flattening my tongue against the sensitive underside of his dick.
He leaned into me and reached for the shelves over my head, his hips getting into it.
I gushed at the way he fucked my face, turned on by the fact that he was losing himself in the pleasure I was giving him.
A growl escaped his throat, and I cupped his balls, stimulating them with my fingertips as I pumped his cock towards the back of my throat.
“I’m going to come,” he said through clenched teeth.
I moaned, inviting him to spill his pleasure on my tongue.
A moment later, he arched his back and thrust deep in my mouth.
I swallowed hard again and again, my eyes wide at the volume of want he filled my cheeks with. When he had nothing left to give, I sucked my way back up his shaft, savoring the way his smoothness felt against my lips.
“Fuck me,” he breathed as I let him go.
“You’ll have to give me at least five minutes,” I joked, trying to catch my breath as I sat back on my heels.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and cradled the side of my face in his hand, his eyes bouncing between mine.
“What?” I whispered, amused at the admiration in his face.
He edged nearer to me and kissed my lips, spreading them open with his before twirling my tongue in his mouth.
I leaned a hand against his chest, kissing him back as his heart raced against my palm.
“Not breaking up with you was the best thing I’ve ever done,” I said when he stopped for breath.
He laughed.
“Though we should probably get out of here before some well-meaning janitor has a heart attack.”
He helped me to my feet.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Yeah,” he said, picking up his clothes. “Though at the minute, I can’t even remember what the hell I do for a living.”
He wasn’t the only one who’d forgotten, and my heart grew heavy at the thought.
I hooked my bra, allowing Sebastian one more lingering look before I concealed my chest behind the pink cups.
“We should do this more often.”
“What?” I asked. “Pretend to take tours of places where tours don’t exist?”
He nodded and tucked his gorgeous dick back in his boxers.
“You have other ideas?”
“There’s a phone booth on West End Avenue—”
“Impossible,” I said. “There are no phone booths anymore. Not in New York, anyway.”
“Actually there are four, and they’re all on that street.”
I shook my head. “Still. Too kinky. I’m not the exhibitionist type.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I know it’s probably hard to tell based on how classy I seem right now,” I said, extending one open palm towards the cleaning supplies and the other towards the mops hanging on the back of the door. “But I don’t screw in phone booths.”
“Not even with me?” he asked, pulling me to him.
“Only in your dreams.”
“It’s a date then.”
I rolled my eyes. “You ready to blow this pop stand?”
“Are pop stands a thing?” he asked. “That might make a good rendezvous point?”
I cocked my head. “Seriously, Sebast
ian. I have class at four. Let’s go.”
He released me and shoved his feet into his polished shoes while I grabbed my purse off the floor where it was lying beside an empty bucket.
“What’s the plan?” I asked as he smoothed his hair back.
“We just walk out of this room like we would any other. Like nothing happened at all. Except for maybe something unexciting like a meeting or a lecture. That kind of thing.”
“Sounds good.” I reached for the doorknob. “Hit the light on our way out.”
He put his hand over mine so I couldn’t twist the knob. “Lily.”
“What?” I asked, worried when I saw the serious look in his eye.
“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.”
“Sebastian—”
“You don’t have to say it back. I know it’s been a long time. A…complicated time.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
“I just wanted you to know.”
I love you, too, I thought, wondering who I was trying to protect by not saying it out loud.
“You should also know that I have no intention of trying to stop.”
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as hard as I could, closing my eyes when I felt his large hand spread across my back. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You have no idea what it means to hear you say that.”
“I mean it,” he said, squeezing me tight. “With everything.”
I tucked my chin to my chest and buried my head in his neck, inhaling his masculine scent until my whole body relaxed in his arms.
And in that moment, I knew I’d always be his and no one else’s.
No matter what they were willing to pay.
T W E N T Y F O U R
- Sebastian -
I pulled my sport coat off as I headed to my room to change, getting a humid whiff of body wash when I passed the bathroom door.
After changing into some sweats, I grabbed my iPad from beside the bed and called hello to Tiffany when I heard the shower stop running so she wouldn’t get a fright.
“Hi!” she said from the other side of the door, sounding ridiculously cheerful for a Thursday evening.
I cracked a beer and slumped on the sofa, letting my workday tension melt from me as I did my best to ignore the mess she’d made in the sitting room. On the plus side, at least it was a good mess. Instead of several lines and a bunch of highlighted De Beers ads, her laptop was open beside a camera and a pile of unfolded clothes and accessories.
I studied the display with approval before lowering my eyes to catch up on the day’s headlines. But it was a joke. Lily was all I could think about…along with her body, which was guilty of hijacking a large percentage of my daydreaming.
Still, as smitten as I was, I couldn’t help but wish I knew where she stood.
Granted, I was confident that the closet incident was evidence that she was falling for me, too, but I was getting frustrated at how guarded she was.
Or perhaps she was being normal, and it only felt like she was being guarded because I’d so willingly lain my cards on the table.
But that’s the kind of guy I was. I wasn’t into dicking women around and making them guess what I was thinking. I knew how much that annoyed me, and I was a firm believer in the Golden Rule.
I also believed actions spoke louder than words.
Fortunately, we’d been keeping in regular contact since the last time we met, which made it easier to forgive her distance following our first date when, clearly, something had come up. Something she didn’t want to talk about.
Then again, I wasn’t the kind of guy that was so insecure I needed to control a woman’s every move. Except for Tiffany’s maybe, but that was only because she needed help and hadn’t given me much choice.
The point was, as much as I was determined to listen to my gut, it was hard not to be unsettled by the concerns my father and brother had voiced, even if their instruction to move on was lousy advice. After all, both of them had only ever had eyes for one woman, too, so why shouldn’t it be the same for me?
“Hey!” Tiffany said, towel drying her hair as she strolled down the hall in a pink romper.
“How are you?” I asked, looking critically at her eyes for signs of drug use. Much to my pleasant surprise, they were sparkly and clear. Again. She’d been doing so well. I honestly couldn’t have been prouder if I were the one getting clean.
“I’m doing great, actually.” She slung her towel over her shoulders and stepped over the back of the couch onto the cushions near her stuff.
“Did you go to counseling today?”
She nodded.
“I’m really impressed, Tiff. And you look great. Really healthy.”
“I feel it,” she said.
“Are you getting anxious or anything?” I asked, knowing it would be naïve to think she wasn’t feeling tempted.
“Only about my friendship with Tracey.”
“Why is that?”
“She’s having a hard time being supportive of me right now.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Since I’m not as much fun as she’s used to me being.”
“That’s not true.”
“I know,” she said, crossing her legs. “It’s only natural that she misses her favorite drug buddy, but I can’t be around her right now.”
“I’m pleased that you recognize that.”
“Everyone in my support group can relate,” she said. “So that helps. Knowing it’s not just me.”
“I’m sorry Tracey is taking it hard, but if she’s a good friend, she should be happy you’re getting clean.”
She shrugged. “I know. It just sucks to question the whole relationship, ya know? Like, you think you know someone and suddenly you realize maybe it was just the drugs you had in common.”
I nodded. “That’s tough.”
“It is what it is,” she said. “But I’m staying focused.”
“Good.” I set my iPad down and put my feet on the coffee table.
“I actually can’t believe how much I got done this week. It’s amazing how much time gets freed up when you stop squandering all of it on the search for your next high.”
“I can imagine,” I said, nodding towards her laptop. “What’s all this then?”
“I’m just making a blog schedule for next month. I even wrote one today.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“I know it doesn’t sound like much, but it’s a big deal for me since I’m not a great writer.”
“I don’t think that’s a problem as long as you have something to say.”
“I think I do,” she said, her eyes smiling as she clasped her hands together. “And it’s going to be really visual. That’s how I’m hoping to get my message across, anyway.”
“Sounds like you’re making great progress.”
“I really appreciate the support,” she said. “And the tough love.”
I turned an ear towards her.
“I guess I just felt sort of hopeless when I thought no one cared whether I was looking after myself, if that makes sense.”
“I hope you’ve realized people do care.”
“I told my counselor how you’ve been there for me, how you didn’t chuck me out when I gave you every reason to, and I just want you to know how grateful I am that you let me stay.”
“All I want is for you to get better. You’re such a bright woman. It would be a tragedy for you to waste your unique talents.”
“Well, someday when my blog lands me an editorial in one of the big magazines, I’ll be sure to give you a shout out.”
“You following your dreams is thanks enough.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Most guys would love a mention in a women’s magazine. It would be, like, the best singles ad ever.”
“I’m good. Really.”
“Suit yourself,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“Can I ask you a favor?” she asked.
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��Shoot.”
“I’m toying with the idea of including tips on the blog for dressing your man.”
I furrowed my brow.
“Since most guys aren’t blessed with your dress sense.”
“Compliment accepted.”
“And I was wondering if you might be the face of it for me for a while. Just while I’m getting started since I can’t afford to hire someone.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Is that a yes?”
“What do I have to do?”
“Look brooding and let me take your picture in some clothes.”
“As long as you don’t put me in anything too…”
She leaned her head forward.
“Wacky.”
“Wacky is not the aesthetic I’m going for.”
“Okay, then. Why not?”
“Ahh!” She threw her hands in the air and came over to give me a hug. “You’re the best!”
I patted her back, pleased to find that her body felt stronger than it did a few weeks ago.
“One more thing?” She fell back on the couch beside me.
I rolled my eyes. “Isn’t there always?”
“I was wondering if you might still let me come to your company’s Fourth of July party.”
“Uhh.”
“I know we’re not together anymore, but I haven’t been out in ages, and I’m trying to avoid the crowd I usually go out with, for obvious reasons.”
“Right.”
“So I thought maybe you’d still let me be your date, since I know a lot of the people, and I would feel safe socializing with you there.”
My first thought was fuck that. The last thing I needed was her falling off the wagon and going on a huge bender in front of my most important colleagues.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” she said. “I just can’t bear the thought of sitting home alone watching the fireworks from the pullout.”
Truth be told, I hadn’t been thinking about the party at all, and while the only woman I was interested in taking out right now was Lily, something told me she wasn’t ready to hobnob alongside me at an office party.
“Pleeease,” Tiffany said. “I have the most festive dress to wear, and I’ve been working so hard.”
I sighed. “I am blown away by how much progress you’ve made.”
