by Hilary Storm
No Strings Attached
Copyright © 2014 Hilary Storm
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Dedication
To those who aren't afraid to fight for their dreams, no matter how high the reach.
Make It Happen
~Hil
Prologue
Luke
Life can change in a heartbeat. Everything you know can become a memory, and the future can be left in the hands of something greater than you can control.
I work hard to remain a free spirit with no intention of ever being tied down. My life is a whirlwind, and I don't have time for commitments that I can't promise to keep.
I live for the now and don't worry about what could be or what should've been. This is my life.
I'm the guitarist for the band 'Rebel Walking'. I love what I do and would never do anything to destroy that. That is, until she came crashing through my world.
Lilly is the feisty bass guitarist that has been fucking with my head for a few weeks. Her teasing has almost brought me to my knees, but I've managed to refrain from going there. Her efforts have increased over the past few days, and I'm about to say fuck it to all of the consequences that may come from my actions.
The days of us chilling together innocently are about over because I have a feeling that once I get my hands on her, we'll never be the same.
Chapter One
Luke
Shit, how am I supposed to walk away from her? I just want a little taste. Except she is forbidden and I'm not supposed to cross that line. That's just a recipe for disaster and almost a promise of what's destined to come.
She licks her lips and looks at me through her sultry eyes, all but demanding me to touch her. My attention follows her hand as she runs her finger across her lips, dragging the bottom one slightly as she begins to move her hips with the beat. Shit, I can't take it anymore. Her fingers run over her chest and I notice the hardness of her tits pressing through her shirt. She focuses on each nipple, knowing that she's torturing me, circling each one and watching my face for a reaction that I'm holding back on purpose. How far will she take this?
I give her a small smile when her hand moves further south. My eyes move with her fingers, and I'm pretty sure my lungs are not moving the entire time she unbuttons her jeans. A moan escapes my throat when her hand disappears inside the zipper. She lays her head back against the wall and spreads her legs a little wider and continues along the path of my destruction.
I lean back against the wall behind me and brace myself for what she may throw in my direction. She is fucking sexy as hell right now and there is no way that I'm walking away from her tonight. I'll face the Walker brothers another day. Fuck them! They should see her right now. I don't have to answer to them anyway.
Her hand moves even lower and I look up to watch her face. She is relentless. The look in her eyes almost has me moving the five feet across the small hall to help her get exactly what she's asking for. Her right hand slides up her shirt, showing off some of her ink as she starts to rub and pinch those gorgeous fucking tits again. Her shirt is in the way, but my mind has no problem imagining how hot they really are.
The ultimate test on my resolve is when she pulls her bra down and I see her nipple through her shirt. I can tell for the first time she has her nipples pierced, and damn I want to run my tongue over each of them. She pulls on her piercing just enough to get that little bit she needs to go over the edge. Fuck, I don't think I've ever seen a girl look this sexy during an orgasm. She doesn't shy away from her moans and groans at all, and her ruthless behavior has my dick so hard that I can't take another second of this torture. I move forward and watch her eyes as I approach. She smirks and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Our bodies collide and the rush of being in the moment overtakes me. Her tongue piercing bumps against my tongue and my thoughts instantly think of how that would feel on my dick.
She puts her tongue deep into my mouth and manages to lick her way around my mouth and lips. Damn, she's aggressive and I fucking love it! This is not the same girl that everyone else sees. What happened to ‘sweet’ Lilly?
I push her back against the wall and start to move her shirt up right as I hear Taron's voice just around the corner. Lilly grips my t-shirt with both hands and pulls me through a door. I don't have time to care about where we are. It’s a dark room and for all I know it’s a damn bathroom. Our hands pull and rip at the material separating the heat of our bodies. She matches my desperation and we fight for the connection of naked skin against skin.
She isn’t holding back at all. One of her hands is pulling at my belt buckle and the other is gripping me through the denim. Damn, she’s trying to run this show and I’m not having that. I flip her around to face away from me and pull her body flush against mine. Her heavy breathing is echoing through the room.
She begins to roll her head around my chest and then she suddenly stops everything. Her heavy breathing stops, her body tenses up, and her hands quit exploring my body.
“Did you change your mind?” My voice comes out even deeper than normal when I whisper in her ear.
Lilly
I’ve wanted this for so long and he is still pushing me away. What exactly does a girl have to do to get him to notice? I thought we were finally on the same page and then he pulls back just as I finally get my hands full of him. I’m so tired of his rejection. Fuck this.
His voice moves through my body. I can’t help but close my eyes and enjoy the closeness for as long as it lasts. My fingers still tingle from the grip I had on his bulge. I know I felt metal beneath that denim and I definitely plan to explore that in detail before this is over. Change my mind? Not on your life, buddy.
I use what’s left of my determination and slide my right hand behind me. My entire hand is filled with this man’s dick and it should scare me. The anticipation has me holding my breath for him to touch me, whisper against me, kiss me, lick me, nibble on me, bite me, or just do anything before I lose it. I squeeze my hand around him and begin rubbing the full length of his bulge. The first sound from him is a moan, or would you call it a groan? Whatever it is, it’s deep and sexy, and I want to hear it more.
He finally begins to move with me and I feel his fingers brush across my nipple as he ends with a flick before he moves to the other one. Holy shit, I’ve never had these sensations flow through me before. I need him to touch me and he isn’t disappointing when I feel his hand slide down and into my jeans.
His finger finds my newest piercing and my knees almost buckle with the sensation that explodes through my core. Now it’s my breathy moan that can be heard. Here we are, me standing with my back against him, no space separating our bodies. He has managed to reach around and torment my piercings in record time and I still have a denim barrier between my hand and his piercings.
He begins to move his fingers and all of my thoughts become jumbled as I lose any c
are about seeing his metal for the moment. This feeling is about to send me through the roof. Thank god I got this piercing, but not having sex for eight weeks has left me very ready to get some relief. He works me until I’m on the verge of screaming his name, managing to pull near painful sounding moans from my mouth. His strong arms hold me up, and I’m positive that I’d fall to the ground if he wasn’t holding on to me.
“Shit, Lilly. You’re so fucking hot, you’re killing me here.” His whisper gives me chills and I move to turn and face him. He’s taller than I am, so I have to reach to wrap my arms around his neck. My body naturally wants to climb onto him, latch on, and never let go—hold on for the ride of my life, but I fight the urge to climb.
“Luke, I want this. Please don’t stop.” I sound so weak and pathetic, but I need this. I’m tired of fighting this attraction. All of those days of relentless flirting and back and forth comments have been torture on me. He has to want me just as bad as I do him.
“Oh, I’m not stopping. This is happening. You will feel every inch of me, filling you up so much that you won’t know whether to scream or quit breathing all together.” His face is lined up with mine, and I can feel his intense stare even though it's dark. The intensity has my heart racing so fast and I can hardly breathe as I wait for him to do something.
He moves his hands to lower my jeans. I let him pull them completely off of me. When did I become this helpless mass of melted flesh? What is happening? I wait for him to move and damn does he move in all the right ways. He runs his lips up my leg all the way until his mouth is stopped right on the edge of my panties. I listen to his heavy breathing and wait again for him to move. My expectations of him being fast and furious have me confused every time he pauses.
I run my fingers through his hair in hopes of encouraging him to continue. He hooks his fingers on each side of my panties and begins to slide them slowly down my legs. The light brush of his fingers sends chills rushing through my body.
His tongue is the next thing I feel when he runs it over my slit. In an instant, he forces his shoulders between my legs and begins to lift me up higher on the wall. I brace my palms flat against the wall near my hips and notice the scrape of the wall on my back as he continues to raise me. He fills his hands with my ass and pulls me in to devour the juices he has already created.
He nibbles and licks his way straight to my sweet spot and has me panting and moaning again in no time. I fight the urge to scream when he brings me over the edge, straight into the best orgasm of my life. The way he sucks on my piercing, pulling on it just slightly, leaves me undone and whimpering without comprehension of anything else in the world.
“You taste so fucking good. I could do this every day.” His deep grumble is extremely sexy and pulls me back to the reality that I’m about to finally get what I’ve been waiting for. With a sway of my hips, I start to feel him working his pants open and hear the sound of him tearing into the condom with the same sense of urgency that I feel.
He guides my legs off of his shoulders and I fall perfectly to the position where he's at my entrance. I feel his thickness and can tell this is going to be as fantastic as I’ve imagined. He places his hands on the wall on each side of my face and leans in close. His tongue invades my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I accept his roughness and match him with each brush of his tongue. His kiss is passionate and hungry, just like I am right now.
My head falls back against the wall and he moves his hands to my breasts. He focuses on my nipples and the jewelry, making his touch almost unbearable. My moans begin again and I wonder if I’ll be able to walk after he finishes with me.
“Sweet Lilly, you have everyone fooled.” I hear the smile on his face as he makes that statement. I know I’m a closet naughty girl, but I’ve been dying to break out and enjoy. Leaning forward, I pull on his bottom lip with my teeth and wrap my hands around his neck. I’ve managed to get exactly where I want to be without having to climb up his body. The movements of my hips show him that I’m begging for him to move this along.
He is filling me up beyond comprehension as he begins to enter me and I want more. I want to have all of him in me. That will mean we are completely connected and this is something I crave. I need him. All of him. Right now. I rotate my hips and try to work my way down his extremely large erection.
He works with me, rotating and slowly driving upward at the same time I rotate downward. His piercing hits my entrance and it takes a deep, hard thrust for him to enter me completely. We both stop moving and this gives me a chance to accept the burn of him stretching me. It’s a delicious pain that I welcome. No one has ever filled me so entirely before and tears fill my eyes from the realization that this is finally happening.
“You still with me?” His breath brushes over my lips with the closeness of his words.
“Yeah.”
“You're so fucking tight right now.” His heavy breath hits my face in perfect timing with my own leaving my body. I want him to move, but I’m afraid for him to at the same time. If he moves, I may lose it and be known as the girl that can’t handle him in this way. I can feel that he is getting ready to tear me apart and it will have nothing to do with the size of his dick.
I pull his face into mine and start to kiss him. He returns my eagerness and passion with his kiss. I’ve waited so long for this moment and don’t want to rush this.
Chapter Two
Luke
Her piercings have me turned the fuck on. I’m ready to do this. She’s rotating her hips again, just begging for me to get on with it. I know this is wrong and that I’ll pay for this one day. The boys will have my ass, but this is going to be worth everything they throw my way.
I hold her legs and begin to move slowly in and out of her. She is extremely tight and I can immediately tell this is going to be tricky as hell. Her moan in my ear has me slowing my thrusts until she can take me all the way. It’s killing me to stop and wait for her to adjust, but I refuse to hurt her. Everything pauses. We are both frozen in movement and I can feel her stretching to accept me.
Her hands hold my face in place and she starts to kiss me again. Her lips are so fucking soft and I dive straight into her kiss. How many hours have I spent watching these lips, trying to convince myself that she was off limits and not worth the backlash of the Walker boys? Too. Fucking. Many.
Her nipple piercings are pressed against my chest and I welcome the scrape of the metal. I can feel her heat through the condom and it’s driving me fucking crazy. With my hands braced on the wall beside her body, I begin to move in and out of her tightness. Her sounds echo my own and we are quickly reaching the point that will send us both over the edge.
I can hear someone near the door, so I pause and move in to cover her, trying to keep anyone from fucking seeing her gorgeous tits. Her breath hits my ear as she fucking begins to nibble. I can’t concentrate on who’s at the damn door and I don’t give a shit anymore. This girl is driving me crazy. Our noises grow louder. Slapping. Moaning. Groaning. Heavy Breathing. She eventually screams my fucking name when she bursts over the edge. That has to be the sexiest sound that I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth.
“Shit, you are so fucking sexy.” Our breathing is still erratic and out of control, and I pull on one of her nipple piercings just slightly with my teeth and feel her start to rotate again.
“You’re trying to kill me.” Her words are a breathy whisper near my ear. Her breath hitches as I tug on the other piercing.
“Death by orgasm. That’s not such a bad way to go.”
“Hmmmm. No, it’s not.” I love the sound of her moans as she tries to talk. We are still connected and I reach my hand between us to flick her clit piercing. Her sudden intake of air tells me she wants it again. I don’t plan to leave her wanting. In fact, I want her so satisfied she doesn’t need any for a very long time.
I rub her clit without mercy until she has no comprehension of even her own name. Listening to the sound of her coming undone
for the fourth time has me fucking hard again in no time. Fuck. Will we ever be able to walk out of this room?
The sound of our bodies connecting as I pump every last ounce of myself into her is something that I’ll never forget. There are girls that just fit and the movements match. She has definitely made her way to the top of my list of girls that can meet me thrust for thrust.
Our orgasms crash hard simultaneously and the guilt follows. I’ve fucked up. There’s no way I can keep my hands off of her in the future. This was supposed to be a one time thing. Hell, we haven’t even left the tiny fucking closet and that one-time shit has been blown out of the fucking water.
My body tenses up as I start to over analyze what has happened. She senses my change and stiffens as well.
“No strings attached, Luke. I don’t expect anything from you that you aren’t willing to give.” Her words are meant to soothe me. Why is it… they don’t? It’s exactly what I want to hear from her, so why do her words piss me off?
“No strings attached,” I repeat her uncommitted way of calming me.
She begins to move her legs from around my hips, so I pull out of her and guide her to a standing position. Her legs are unsteady and she falls back into the wall.
“You okay?
“I’m good. No worries.” I can feel the awkwardness as we stand there. This is another reason we should never have gone there. We have to act normal in front of everyone and I’m worried this will change everything. Can we really be friends with benefits?
The sloppy condom reminds me of the mess I just made. If only the real mess was as easy to clean up as this, I’d be good.
I hear Taron laughing through the door and decide that it’s time to do damage control. He’s laughing now, but he’ll be fucking psychotic if he sees this scene.
“I’m going out first. You take your time. I’ll try to divert the guys’ attention so you can slip out,” I whisper against her lips before I kiss her one last time.
