After Effect

by Leann Belle

  Then she pulled away, just slightly. My hands were still pinned beside my head. Her eyes were closed gently, while her breathing was rough and ragged. I fought the urge to connect our lips again.

  No, I shouldn’t be doing this at all. I came in here to be mad at her. I’m supposed to be yelling, not…

  “I…” She spoke through labored breaths. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t keep looking at you in the crowd and just keep pretending that I don’t…” She kissed me again, softly this time. “That all of those songs weren’t for you.”

  I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I could hear it skip. It was everything I so desperately wanted and everything I had to push away all at once. Did she feel the same way I did all along? Even if she did, I can’t… “What are you talking about-”

  Lilly kissed me again to silence me. I gave in again. It wasn’t fair. “Stop lying.”

  “Lilly, I… I can’t…” If I crossed this line, there would be no going back. Not for our relationship, not for our work, and not for… for me.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, while her grip tightened between my fingers. I knew I needed to stop this, but why was that so hard to vocalize? Would it really be so wrong if we didn’t stop? Just this once? No, there’s no way it’ll be just this once. I’m not that naïve.

  She closed the gap, lightly brushing over my lips in a calculated dare for me to chase her. Every bit of contact coaxed me closer to the edge. I forced myself to hold back. She bit her lip and looked away.

  “I know.” She let go and took a step back. “Fuck! I know. It was a stupid gamble.”

  Those words made me feel far worse. It wasn’t. You weren’t wrong.

  But this relationship would be. By every logical synapse in my brain, I needed to shut this down now. But by every beat of my heart, I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I did.

  “I owe you one.” I heard myself speak. “Tell me that I owe you one.”

  “What?”

  “It’s a favor. Pay back for picking me up and letting me ride your bike.” I need a reason so I can’t say no. All you have to do is give me one. Any one at all. Please don’t let me walk away right now. “I’ll do anything you want, remember?”

  “I don’t want this as a favor. This isn’t just a ‘favor’ for me.”

  Goddammit, Lilly. “Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it?” My attempt to give up any ownership of what I was about to do didn’t work. Fuck it. Who am I trying to kid? “If you aren’t going to be the one to cash in a request, then I guess I’m about to be in your debt even deeper.” I grabbed her by the collar and took her lips myself this time. My other hand gripped her hips and pressed my hardness against her, in case my actions weren’t clear on their own. Why can’t I? Because she’s my client? Why can’t I have what I want for once?

  Rationale went out the window. Professionalism went out the window. I didn’t even care.

  “That’s what I thought.” She smiled into our kiss, while her fingers were feeling their way down my body, over my clothes, around my belt, then sliding over the fly of my pants. She gripped me firmly, running her hand up my length, causing me to buckle against her. A moan slid into her mouth. I gripped her shoulder for support, and I pressed my back into the door. Even fully clothed, she knew exactly how to play with me to rob me of control. I bit my lip and turned away to try to get a hold on my senses, but Lilly was having none of it.

  “You should see your face right now.” She whispered in my ear, before she traced the lobe with her tongue. “I’ve been dying to do this to you since the first time we shared an indirect kiss through the filter of your cigarette. I let you get away with it while you were drunk, but if you can kiss me like that sober, then you can’t be mad if I don’t hold back.”

  When I was... “Wait, you didn’t tell me I-”

  Her lips silenced me again, and I had no control over the intensity of the heat pulsing through my blood anymore. I kissed her after the club? So she knew how I felt about her the whole time. All those songs we wrote together… That song about being tortured by stolen kisses…

  “Shhhhh” She used her thumb to release my belt buckle. “I won’t let you forget this time.”

  I would never forget this. “People will hear us if we do this here,” my rational mind begged through a cloud of lust.

  “Oh? Are you a screamer?” Her kisses made their way down my neck, while her fingers were now inching down my zipper. She returned to my ear and gave it a nibble. “I can gag you first if you want.”

  The pressure of her hand wrapping around my cock wasn’t helping my resolve. I dug my fingers deeper into her shoulder as she gave me a firm stroke. “G-gag me.”

  “That’s my favorite thing you’ve ever said to me.” Her grin was wide and devious as she dragged me back to her dressing room couch. She pushed me onto the cushion, then she went to her closet. A quick shuffle, and she came back with a handful of scarves. My eyes widened.

  “Any last words?” She winked, wearing that playful smile.

  I leaned back into the couch and cocked back my head in an attempt to maintain some semblance of my air of authority in this relationship. “Don’t disappoint me.”

  “Ha!” Lilly straddled my lap and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “You sound so confident now, but how many women have you actually been with, Finch Corbin?”

  I rolled my eyes, but that only goaded her on firther. I’d been with plenty of women at this point. Sex was sex, right? How different could she be?

  Lilly’s expression drank in my doubt like an eager swig. She moved closer to whisper in my ear. “This gag alone isn’t going to save you, Finchy. Let me make it easier for you.”

  With that, she stretched the scarf across my lips and tied it on tight. She took hold of my wrists next, and I leaned forward in compliance as she grabbed another scarf to tie them behind my back. I thought that would be all, until she came up with a third scarf. She wrapped it around my neck, making it snug enough to nearly cut off my air supply. It would take the slightest tug of her wrist to take it all away completely. I don’t know why that was making my cock even harder, but Lilly seemed pleased. Despite her playful demeanor, I was beginning to realize there was nothing at all innocent about the woman on top of me.

  That realization didn’t change the fact that I was straining against her now. The pressure of the silk on my skin, and the desperate throbbing between my legs was all my mind could focus on. My eyes squeezed shut to force my concentration on my stifled breathing, while I fidgeted under her weight, my hands trying to free themselves in an instinctual need to loosen the tie around my neck. It was no use. The silk scarves had me beat.

  Breath in. Breath out.

  The sensation of her weight on top of me was replaced by her warm, wet lips covering the head of my cock after she took position between my legs. My body jerked back into the couch cushions in surprise, but her throat had already compensated for my retreat. Lilly wasted no time taking me into her deeper.

  Fuck- Breath in- breath in-

  God, just breath!

  Lilly’s tongue was dancing along the underside of my cock, playing my nerve endings like she was writing a song with my stifled moans. Fucking incredible. She could have killed me with those skillful lips, and I wouldn’t have cared right now. My eyes were watering. I was biting hard on that scarf. She increased her pace, then slowed down again, toying with the tempo so I never got too comfortable. Never letting me get all the way there.

  No- Too much. That’s it!

  Lilly pulled away again, the gentle room temperatures now feeling intensely cold in contrast with her comforting throat. She pushed my legs further apart, leaving my cock hard and exposed and on the verge of orgasm. It was so painful I wanted to cry. I peeked through my eyelids long enough to catch the devious smile teasing her lips.

  “Don’t forget to breath, baby doll.”

  I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath. I drew in a sharp
inhale, but I couldn’t force it through the tightness around my neck fast enough. I started to choke, while Lilly climbed on top of me. She chuckled, but she didn’t let up the tightness of the scarf.

  “Try not to black out.”

  My eyes followed her fingers, as they teased her pussy. She slid in and out, lubricated by her own wetness, then she slid her fingers over my cock with the same warm, slick fluids. With that playful grin, she lowered himself onto me, slowly wrapping her tight vagina around my throbbing dick, taking all of me into her. I dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand in an effort to distract myself, but there was nothing that could take my mind off the all-consuming electricity.

  “Ah, fuck, you feel so good.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she ran herself up and down on my lap. A look of such filthy, sexy vulnerability. My mind begged my body to tear through my bindings and push her to the floor. I wanted to dominate her and take back control. Pound into her at the speed my cock was so desperate for.

  I bucked against the couch, trying to push into her more deeply. She rode me in a wave, then slipped her fingers between her folds as she worked herself from both sides. It was everything I could do to keep my eyes open, and even more than I could do to keep my breathing stable.

  “Don’t come yet.” Lilly ordered. It was an order that I didn’t think I could agree to. All I could feel was her flesh tightening and relaxing around me over and over again. Every ounce of me was ready to burst.

  “Fuck. Not yet.” Her free hand shot up and grasped my neck, closing off the last shred of an airway. “Christ, Finchy. I can’t-”

  The last thing I remember was the delicious mix of blackness and overwhelming euphoria, shaking my entire body to the core, as I released inside of Lilly’s tight body. White was replaced with black as my mind gave into unconsciousness.

  Sex is not sex. There is nothing else that feels like she does.

  When I came to, Lilly was sitting beside me, typing something on her laptop. The scarves were all gone, but the sensation still lingered. She handed me a glass of water, and I downed it in what must have been under a second. My throat was dry and needed some care.

  “Did I disappoint you?” Lilly shot me a sly grin.

  “I uh… You… I…” The whole words thing wasn’t going well. Without needing the request, she got up to refill my glass, then sat back down next to me. I downed another eight ounces, while Lilly settled an arm around my shoulder.

  “I was worried you might not be ready, but you were a natural.” She laughed.

  Her words barely managed to register before it dawned on me. “We’re still at the studio. What time is it? I still need to talk to Greg-”

  “Chiiiill. It’s all taken care of.” Lilly interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “You’re not the only person on ALIVE staff, Finchy.”

  I guess that’s true… But it doesn’t change the fact that I was too preoccupied to do my job when I was supposed to. I did my best to force that thought from my mind. Work was the last thing I should be thinking about right now. What should be on my mind right now is…

  I looked Lilly squarely in the eye. “So then… what does this mean exactly?”

  “What does what mean?” She was doing a solid job of making me feel like an idiot.

  “You know what I mean.”

  Lilly exhaled, slow and exasperated. “It means we’re two adults with healthy libidos?”

  It all sounded so simple if you summed it up like that, but there was nothing simple about any of this. I shouldn’t have let myself get so caught up in the moment. What… what did I just do? This… there’s no going back. Fuck. FUCK. “Can you take this seriously for a second? This is… it’s work. This kind of scandal could break my whole career. And yours.” Every word had to shake itself from my throat.

  “Finchy.” Lilly’s voice was stern yet gentle. She leaned over me until our faces were dangerously close again.

  Until my heart was beating dangerously fast again.

  “It’ll only be a problem…” A light kiss tickled my lips. Then another. Deeper. Pushing me beneath her on the couch. Her saliva seemed to be all the fuel my body needed.

  “… If you can’t keep a secret.”

  Chapter 9

  Finch Corbin

  Two Years Later

  “Quiet.” Lilly hissed through her teeth, while one hand covered my mouth. Her other hand slid beneath my waistband until she was working me to attention with nimble fingers. She pressed her exposed chest against me, while the cold texture of the ALIVE bathroom wall covered my back. I tightened my grip around her shoulders while she freed my now completely erect cock. “These partitions might hide that expression on your face, but they’re not going to hide your moans.”

  What was said as a warning sounded more like a kink as Lilly dropped to her knees, cupped her tongue around the underside of my shaft, then took me into the back of her throat. I covered my mouth with my own hand, as she forced my moans into my palm.

  After Lilly’s first album came out, she was thrown into a total media frenzy. ‘Watching Broken Clocks’ was topping every best seller list, and her ‘unplanned’ single was topping every chart. Her stage fright was waning more and more, so long as I was there to help with her frustrations afterwards. The bigger the audience, the more intense it got in the dressing room, the closet, the tour van…

  Her sudden success had me climbing the ALIVE corporate ladder like it was an escalator. Intern, to full time assistant, to official writer and manager. No one questioned my worth or ability. They couldn’t. Today, we were just supposed to finish up her second album, but ten minutes into ironing out New Moon (Give Me A Chance) we ended up in the bathroom. It was the only area of the building that didn’t have security cameras, but that didn’t exactly mean it was private. I wish I could say that was the turn off I needed, but...

  Her moistened lips slid over the head of my cock, and she licked away the pre-cum. Her eyes reconnected with mine. “If it’s easier for you to keep quiet if you go down on me instead, just let me know.” Lilly smirked. She gave my head another lick, then stood up. “How about you use that hard cock to fuck me.”

  No longer her obedient puppet, I switched our positions and pushed her into the cold tiled wall.

  “Turn around.” I growled into her ear. The look of surprise on her face was my favorite expression. Her compliance was even more arousing. I yanked her shirt over her shoulders, and undid her bra, before forcing her bare breasts against the icy marble. She practically purred against me as she pulled up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. She rarely did at work. I pressed her harder into the wall, to make sure her clit could feel the cold tile, too.

  Letting her ride me had felt incredible, but taking her myself was something I couldn’t get enough of. I reached behind herself to line up my cock, and I slid into her so smoothly, her body seemed to be welcoming me with open pleasure.

  “You’re not exactly making it easy.” I barely managed to get the words out of my throat between thrusts. “It’s hard enough keeping quiet in your dressing room. What did you expeeee-“

  Lilly reached between her legs and massaged my balls, while simultaneously pushing against me until I couldn’t keep enough composure to chastise her anymore. Every movement inched me closer to ecstasy. My fingers clawed at the tile, looking for something- anything to distract myself from her perfect fucking pussy. Don’t you dare fucking stop.

  The door creaked as I was on the verge of orgasm. Lilly’s movements suddenly stilled, coming to a rest with me inside her while her body was quivering against the wall.

  Footsteps. The high pitched squeal of the hinges of the stall beside us.

  Lilly’s pitch black eyes devoured my panic, with that usual deviousness that aroused me as much as it terrified me. The sound of the latch in the next stall clicked in my ear. Then the sound of her wetness sliding over my cock, then the image as she slipped out of my grasp and coaxed me to face her. She dropped to her knees and p
ressed me into the tile again, so she could lick her own fluids from my shaft with slow, overstated pleasure. Once she had cleaned me completely, she devoured me whole again.

  I covered my own mouth, and I clenched my teeth in an effort to remain quiet as she continued.

  She increased her pressure against my throbbing veins, while she took to working herself to climax at the same time. Incredible multitasking that only a woman could manage.

  The ridges of her throat paired with her movements was creating an unbearable sensation. It would take an otherworldly strength to swallow back my voice at this rate. I pushed against the wall to try to create space, but Lilly wouldn’t relent a single centimeter. She pushed back harder, and increased her pace, letting the light vibration of her own stifled moans play me even deeper.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard. My eyes were watering so much, I was nearly crying. Fuck, Lilly. Whoever was in the other stall still hadn’t left. God, please fucking leave. I can’t-

  Lilly took me in hard and fast, then just as she must have felt my cock ready to give, she banged on the flusher as I filled her mouth with a stifled grunt. My teeth had dug into my lip so hard, I could taste the blood as I swallowed down my own need to scream. A sticky mess of her own release tantalizingly glistened between her thighs.

  I took hold of her hair, not letting her leave that position until the stall beside us cleared. She took that as an invitation to tap her lips to the head of my cock, threatening to get me hard again. A tempting proposition I’d have to fight.

  Finally a flush. The sound of the running sink. The air dryer. A closing door.

  Silence.

  “Goddammit, Lilly.” I slackened my grip and found my footing as she, at long last, pulled away. My heart was pounding against my rib cage, and all I wanted to do was push her to the floor and lick her cum off of her.

  But this situation was already volatile enough. I got myself cleaned up and in order and out of the stall before anyone else could walk in. “Do you know how dangerous that was? This only works so long as it isn’t risking destroying your whole career.” I refused to look at her as I washed my hands in the sink beside hers.