by Hazel Kelly
“They’re under strict instructions to pretend they don’t.”
“What?”
“So we can surprise them at dinner on Sunday.”
Her eyebrows jumped. “You guys still do that?”
“Until the day my mom stops cooking, the Rodriguez boys will keep showing up for dinner.”
“So everyone knew you were going to ambush me like this?”
“Of course,” I said. “You think I’d have the cojones to do this without some familial support?”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Thank me? Thank me for what?”
“For loving me anyway,” she said. “Despite everything. For opening up your home to me, for sharing your family with me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. My family’s always thought you were my nicest quality.”
She laughed.
“And as far as my home, it’s only felt like a home since you got here. So thank you.”
She rose up on her tippy-toes and threw her arms around my neck. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I am so grateful.”
“That red dress had a lot to do with it,” I said. “And that time you let me hold your pigtails while—”
She smacked my chest. “Don’t ruin the moment with smut.”
“Sorry, too soon?” I pretended to check my watch. “How long until you’re up for it then because I’ve been counting down to this surprise for—”
She groaned.
“Wait, hold still.”
She froze as I plucked the stray eyelash from her cheek.
“No way,” she said. “You go.”
I shook my head. “I already got my wish.”
She cocked her head.
“I’m looking at her.”
One corner of her mouth curled up.
I extended my pointer finger and held it level with her lips.
She glanced at the rogue lash and then back at me. “Are you sure?”
“I insist.”
She took a quick breath and blew the lash into oblivion.
“Well?” I asked.
“Well what?”
“Did you wish your stuff would carry itself up here because you’re never leaving?”
“Close.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“I wished you would carry me down the hall and give me the long overdue tour of your bedroom.”
I smiled and bent down to scoop her up. “Your wish, mi amor, is my command.”
F O R T Y T H R E E
- Lily -
The whole thing felt like a dream.
Here I was, weightless in the arms of the man I loved as he carried me through his castle. Could this even be happening? It was hard to believe my senses after so many years of struggling, so many years of feeling alone.
But I couldn’t have imagined the swelling happiness in my chest. It was too bright, too burning, and too new. Yet it was also familiar, though it took me a moment to recall when I’d felt it before.
And then it hit me.
It was the same swell I used to feel walking home from school beside him, the same awe I used to feel when the moonlight found his chiseled features during summer nights down by the lake. It was the same feeling I used to get when he’d slide his hand across the armrest at the movie theatre and find my fingers in the dark.
This was one of those moments, one of those moments so happy I could only hope it would be chosen for the highlights reel in the seconds before I released my final breath someday, another moment when—fingers crossed—Sebastian would be holding my hand.
“This place is gorgeous,” I said, my eyes bouncing from the hardwood floors to the stunning views outside his oversized windows.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, turning to whisk me through a doorway.
I slid down to the floor when he stopped walking, letting one hand linger on his chest as I looked around. So this is where the magic’s about to happen, I thought, smiling to myself as I took in his bedroom’s relaxing gray color scheme.
“What do you think?”
“It looks so grown up.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Not surprised,” I said. “It’s just not what I expected.”
“Which was what?” he asked, cocking his head. “AC/DC posters and a collection of empty Gatorade bottles?”
I thought of his old room. He was so open then, so alive. And he still was, posters or no posters.
“If I still had all that crap, I wouldn’t be able to pull off my next surprise.”
“More surprises? Seriously?” I brought a hand to my chest. “I’m not sure my heart can take all this excitement.”
“You’ll like this one,” he said, flashing his brows. “Come here.”
I stepped closer to where he was standing beside a wide chest of drawers that was painted to look deliberately worn. I wondered if he’d aged it himself or if he’d gotten outside help. Either way, it was safe to say his great taste extended beyond his choice in clothing.
He nodded towards the dresser.
“What?”
“Open it,” he said, tapping the top drawer.
I squinted at him for a moment before sliding it open. “It’s empty.”
He smiled.
“Is this for me?”
He nodded.
“Sebastian, that’s so sweet.”
“Now, before we continue the tour, I should probably show you how the drawer works in case you’re doing any unpacking when I’m not here.”
I furrowed my brow.
“So let’s take your shirt for example.”
“Oh, I see where you’re going with this.”
He made a gimme gesture.
I raised my arms in the air, and he pulled my shirt off over my head.
“So what you do,” he said, folding it. “Is you put your clothes in here like this.”
He was irresistible when he was pleased with himself.
“The drawer still looks so empty, though,” I said, feigning a frown.
“Your shirt does look lonely now that you mention it,” he said, clearly delighted I was playing along. “Maybe you should put your pants in there to keep it company.”
I kept my eyes on his as I unbuttoned my skinny jeans and slid them down over my hips.
His jaw clenched as his eyes dripped down my body.
“There,” I said, laying my folded jeans inside. “That’s better. Too bad I don’t have an underwear drawer.”
He smiled and slid the second drawer open.
“You’ve thought of everything,” I said, reaching back to unhook my bra.
He swallowed as I lowered it into the drawer. Then he pulled his shirt off and threw it onto the armchair across the room.
I arched an eyebrow.
“That’s where my clothes go,” he said. “Don’t worry. You’ll get the hang of everything.”
I stared at his solid chest, mesmerized by the way his abs flexed with his breath.
“Your underwear just looks out of place now.”
“You think?” I asked, glancing down at it. “I suppose you’re right.” I slid it off and dropped it in the drawer.
He pushed it closed and stepped up to me. “Moving has never been so much fun.”
I leaned towards him, melting when he slid his hands around my hips and squeezed the cheeks of my ass just hard enough to make me gush. Then he scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, tightening my grip when I felt the cold button at the top of his jeans against my bundle of nerves.
“I’m ready for my tour of the bed,” I said, hugging him close and trailing my fingertips through his thick hair.
He walked over to the end of his high bed and stopped when the front of his legs hit the edge. Then he raised a knee and climbed onto it so he could lay me down gently.
The bed was soft, and as I sank into the comforter, the smell of his heavenly aftershave rose around me.
“I suppose you’ll want to pick your sid
e,” he said, his broad chest flexing over me.
“What are my choices?”
“There are three, incidentally,” he said, lowering his lips to mine before kissing his way across my cheekbone. “You can have the left side…”
“Or?” I asked, feeling increasingly breathless as his lips moved down my neck.
“Or the top or bottom.”
I laughed. “It’s not a bunk bed.”
He stretched a hand across my chest and kneaded my breast. “It is if you want to sleep on the right.”
I smiled. “How will I ever choose?”
His tongue traced my nipple before he spoke. “I suggest you try out all the options before you make your decision.”
“Do you now?” I asked, my breath hitching as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I closed my eyes when he grazed it with his bottom teeth, and a rush of heat shot up the back of my neck.
He slid a hand between my legs, parting my thighs as I ached for his touch.
“It’s nice to fool around in a bed again,” I whispered. “Feels like it’s been too long.”
He curled his fingertips against my wet slit and raised his face to look at me. “That’s what I want you to say about the orgasm I’m about to give you.”
Nervous laughter escaped my throat, and my body tensed in anticipation.
He watched my face as he started working me with his fingers, teasing my swollen bud and probing my wet seam, his eyes dropping to my mouth when my breath grew shallow. And when he slid his thick fingers inside me, my eyelids fluttered as curls of heat rose through my dizzy head.
I moaned when he put pressure on my G-spot, tapping it harder and harder until I couldn’t feel my legs. “Fuck,” I breathed, the pressure building inside me.
His focused expression never strayed from me, and his eyes caught every flinch and jerk of my body as he played me like a piano, his fingers dancing across my keys until chords I’d never heard escaped my throat.
When I felt him shift his weight on the bed and lower his chest between my knees, my whole body pulsed around him, squeezing his fingers so hard his eyes shone with amusement.
I gasped when he pulled his fingers from me and struggled to catch my breath, but he didn’t give me enough time. He was too intent on quenching his thirst for me.
My hips tilted back when he laid his tongue against my slit, my whole body curling towards his warm breath. But he put an end to my squirming by pinning my hips down with his strong hands, making it clear that he planned to get his fill long before he released me.
It was a glorious high, that feeling. Being trapped by him. Feeling mutually possessed by our undeniable attraction to each other.
And his tongue. Oh God, his tongue. I lifted my arms over my head, relinquishing all control so he could have his way with me, so he could whip me into a frenzy. And he did, creating swirls of light and energy inside me that were as intoxicating as they were surreal.
“Sebastian,” I hummed, spurring him on.
He groaned as he slurped my silk, sending vibrations through my clit that rattled all the way up my body until I was as speechless as I was breathless, as lost as I was found.
F O R T Y F O U R
- Sebastian -
I smoothed my hands over her luscious curves and licked her body into submission, understanding more with every squeeze of her soft flesh that she was the woman I was born to love. To deny that would be to deny everything that made this world beautiful, everything that made it bearable.
She spasmed against my tongue, gushing for me as intensely as she had the first time she let me kiss her there, and with her body laid before me like that, I was a slave to her, as drawn to her sex as I was greedy for it.
I lifted my eyes past the feminine softness of her stomach and heaving breasts to where her arms were bent back behind her head, as if an explosion across the room had blown them there. Then I lowered my gaze and devoured her some more, savoring the dream that was coming true in that moment.
After all, there was no one coming to interrupt us, no reason we needed to hurry. I could enjoy her like I’d always wanted to, leisurely and without limits.
My mind flashed back to the nights I spent as a young man, frustrated that she had to go home and couldn’t stay with me. I’d lie awake in bed trying to figure out how long before I could have her to myself, how long before we were free to enjoy each other’s company without needing excuses to be alone.
And I knew as her moans bounced around my bedroom that I had made the right choice, that I would never second guess my willingness to forgive the demons of her past in order to be part of her future. Because I loved her with every part of me, unconditionally, and as much as that frightened me, it also gave me strength.
“I’m going to come,” she groaned, digging her head back into the pillow.
My flicking tongue froze, and I dragged it up her throbbing clit one last time, unable to help myself. Then I kissed her red-hot bud and lifted my head.
She watched me rise up onto my knees, but her eyes dropped to my hands when I started undoing my pants. A smile lifted her rosy cheeks.
I freed my swollen length from the top of my boxers, spilling the heat that had been building up around it.
“That almost looks like it hurts,” she said, her eyes doubling in size.
I laughed. “You said that like you want to feel just how bad.”
She licked her lips. “I mean, if you have other plans…”
I crawled back over her, kicked my pants off the end of the bed, and lowered my face to hers so she could kiss her taste off my lips.
She reached down and stroked my length, squeezing my solid girth in her hands and moaning into my mouth. “I’m feeling really good about my new living situation right now.”
“Me too,” I said, my brow furrowing as she dragged her nails up the underside of my shaft.
She guided me to her opening and bit her lip, her eyes searching mine as I sank inside her.
She was a perfect fit, just a little too tight for me to hold a thought in my head. All I could do was enjoy her pulsing desire, the depth of her warmth, and the music of her shallow panting.
I struggled to catch my breath, overwhelmed at how amazing she felt.
She cocked her hips and egged me on.
I slid in and out of her, letting her feel every inch of me as I buried myself inside her again and again. “Oh Lily,” I whispered, my eyes dropping to her perfect lips.
“You feel so good,” she said, touching my cheek.
“Wait till you feel me from behind,” I said, suddenly craving her in a way I hadn’t experienced in too long.
“I’d love that,” she said. “But I want to see your face when you come inside me.”
“That can be arranged.” I slid out of her reluctantly and went over to my closet doors, rearranging the sliding panels so the mirrored one was perpendicular to the bed. When I glanced through it at Lily, she looked impressed.
“Now that is a nice surprise,” she said, sitting up and shifting onto all fours.
I walked around the bed, my mouth watering at the sight of her ass in the air, the sight of her tits in full swing. Then I crawled back onto the bed and rose onto my knees behind her, smacking my dick against the side of her smooth ass. I could feel her eyes on me, and I met them in the mirror as I lifted my head to her dripping slit, wedging myself between her cheeks just enough to stay put.
She swallowed.
I gripped her waist in my hands and pulled her along my slick shaft until she cried out. It was the first time it occurred to me that we could be as loud as we wanted. I thrust in again, and she made the same noise. “Are you okay?”
She nodded her furrowed face. “That hurts so good,” she said. “Give it to me again.”
My cock surged at her request, and I drove in again and again until the momentum of my balls was enough to pull me in and out of her. But still I gripped her hips like handlebars, ramming her down my
shaft, torn between admiring the look of pained pleasure on her face and the intoxicating sight of my dick disappearing inside her, filling her over and over as she milked me up and down.
Once I’d found the rhythm that would bring me to the brink, I leaned forward and groped her breasts, kneading their supple weight in my hands before reaching between her legs.
She whimpered when I crushed her clit with my fingertips, her long hair falling to one side as I pounded her.
I growled through gritted teeth while I teased her swollen bud, savoring the way her pussy choked my dick. “Come with me, Lily,” I said to her through the mirror.
She managed to nod with her eyes. “I’m close,” she panted, watching me fuck her harder than I planned to.
But I couldn’t help myself. I’d waited so long for this, for her.
She dropped to her elbows and gripped the blanket in her fists. “Yes,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”
So I didn’t…
Until a guttural sound escaped my throat and I came so hard I had to sink my fingers into Lily’s hips to hold my ground. A moment later, she arched her back like a cat and collapsed forward, taking me with her.
And I followed her happily, like I always would.
Ready to honor her, fight for her, and love her.
F O R T Y F I V E
- Lily -
The weight of Sebastian’s body on me was anything but oppressive.
On the contrary, it was comforting, like a security blanket with a pulse. To be honest, I’d never felt so safe, so okay in my whole life. It was as if all my worries were melting right out of me…right out from between my legs.
I turned my head and lifted my face to look in the mirror, smiling at how utterly exhausted he looked splayed across my back, his hot skin covering so much of mine.
A second later, he propped himself up on his elbows and reached forward to pull my hair out of my face, his throbbing cock still deep inside me.
I smiled at him.
“I can’t decide which tour I liked best,” he joked, pulling out of me and rolling onto his side.
“They were all pretty excellent tours,” I said, shifting to face him.
He reached towards the end of the bed, grabbed the comforter, and pulled it over our flushed bodies before propping his head up on his hand. “You’re already my favorite roommate of all time.”
