“Please Felix, I’ll let you come anywhere you want, just not there–”
The struggle waned as he pinned my hips to the bed. I had to bite my lip to stop myself giggling–it was fun.
“Don’t make me do this the hard way,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I’ve never done this before–”
“Tough.” Splayed palms tugged me open to show eight pairs of eyes how he disappeared inside. I squealed and yelped, winced in real discomfort–Aidan’s cock was a huge stretch for me and it hurt on the way in…but ow, the honeyed pain. This was how I wanted to experience a fuck, on a second-by-second basis, and when I eased around him, when I accepted and sucked him down at the same time…oh.
“God…you’re fucking tight.” He yanked my hips back toward him and picked up the pace.
Aidan and I clicked like this. Came together and came together. We read each other’s little cues better than many lovers could. I knew when he neared the end and needed to last longer; he noticed how I twitched away when he went too deep, too fast. There was always a gentleness as he slowed for me, even if he muttered filth at the same time. We got lost, locked and mashed…always aware that somewhere in the background, we were watched. Enjoyed.
I turned to look at our audience for the first time since we’d started, my face rapt with the violation of his thrusts. Cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated. As I made eye contact with each of them, they didn’t see an actress. Not even Charlotte. They saw me.
“You said I could come anywhere I wanted,” Aidan breathed, easing himself out. I ached profusely as soon as he left, snapping back and bleating with the sharpness of it.
“Anywhere.”
He slid his shirt over his head, revealing the muscled belly I had nuzzled so many times. A tiny trail of love bites peppered his V-section–who had he been playing with?
I fell on my back and he leaned in for a kiss. It was long and exaggerated, and he used his tongue to part my lips first.
“Never thought you’d be so willing.” He wasn’t talking to Charlotte any more.
I guided his hand down to my still-soaked lips, and he rubbed in and out as I buzzed with the afterglow.
Now that Charlotte had lost all resolve, we moved together as he straddled my chest. I licked the tip of his cock, down across a ripple of skin and veins. He giggled, loosening my bunches so my hair fell off the side of the bed in a curtain of fluid fire, and I curved my tongue around again, wetting him. When he sat up, he brought my hands to my breasts.
“Hold them together for me…just like that…” He slid his hips back and forth as he fucked them, pressing my thumbs against my nipples. A sticky trail of pre-come dragged along my throat.
The flush crept over his chest. He was so close. His pace quickened, withered, and then…warm little splashes that I arched to catch.
“You’re mine, now,” he said breathlessly. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” My fingers slid through his come and stroked it over my breasts so that my nipples shone with it.
He bent to kiss me and I near enough savaged him. “Your parents would be so mad if they found out,” he said between kisses. “This has to be our little secret.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” I whispered. “Anything, so long as you’ll do all that to me again.”
He took my nipple into his mouth, exhaling hot air as he tasted himself. “Mmm. We should get you cleaned up.”
“Okay.”
Aidan pulled me up by the hand and I grinned over my shoulder as he led me into the bathroom. The door closed against splatters of applause and enthusiastic whooping. Aidan bit his fist in mock relief.
“You,” he said, “were fabulous.”
“You weren’t bad yourself. I can’t believe what a rush that was…”
“I can’t believe you’d forgotten.” He passed me a bathrobe from the back of the door. “Ooh, don’t sit down too hard, Lei-Lei–you were bleeding a bit.”
I clutched my buttocks with a quizzical smile. “Really? Didn’t feel like it.”
“Just a little. Want me to kiss it better?”
A nod. Please.
He came up behind me and I braced against the door, shivering as he kissed down my back. His hair tickled pleasingly against my skin. I stuck my ass out and he spread the cheeks with light fingers. His tongue was cold at first and I gave a little yelp–he’d done more damage than I’d guessed, and now the world was just the intense, wet stretch between my buttocks and my stiff nipples sliding against the cool door. Gasps steamed the wood. My body stiffened. Prepared to break.
And it did.
I don’t know that it was an orgasm–not in the purest sense–but the satisfaction throbbed the same, and I shuddered and sighed until I had to push him away. Bruises lost their numbness–I couldn’t bear the force of his breath, let alone his mouth.
“I don’t know what you just did,” I mumbled, “but thank you.”
Aidan sank down on the side of the massive tub and pulled me onto his lap.
“We could run a bubble bath,” he suggested. “Might make you feel a bit better.”
“Probably…but I have someone waiting for me. I should get back.”
“Bah. You spoil all my fun.” He kissed my forehead. “Shall I leave you to get dressed?”
I thought of how Matt had watched me put my clothes on earlier, how the simplest act had turned into an erotic game. “Please.” I stood on wobbly legs. “Can you pass my clothes through?”
“Yep. Shall I call John for you?”
“You’re a star.” I pecked him on the cheek and he ruffled my hair affectionately.
As I emerged, Aidan chatted to William on one of the sofas. Angus mixed a drink at the mini bar, muttering into his phone.
“Leila.” William grinned. “You were stunning. I didn’t realize how much you’d come on.”
“Me either.” I offered the loose ribbons of my corset to Aidan, who tightened them deftly.
“I’m glad you decided to do it after all,” William went on. “You’re going to be the talk of the party tomorrow, young madam.”
I downed the flat gin and tonic that I’d left on the sideboard. “It was a pleasure, honestly.” I shot Aidan a scowl. “I still can’t believe you lied to me about not coming!” I looked at William, wounded. “You know he told me I’d have to go with Metro Paul?”
“Breadstick? Oh dear. You bastard, Aidan.”
“I did a good thing! She’s all in a hurry to get back to her man and everything,” he said. “We’ll be going to her wedding soon.”
“I wouldn’t hold your breath.” I turned to Aidan. “What were you going to do when I realized you weren’t in that Lily Allen video, anyway?”
“But I was. We wrapped on Thursday. I was an extremely camp dancing butler.”
William raised an eyebrow. “Get him, eh?”
Outside, John flashed the headlights on the car. Your chariot awaits.
“I’m off, guys. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Thanks again,” said William. “Oh–and I look forward to meeting Mr Leila,” he added, his eyes alight.
“Good night, Lei-Lei.” Aidan folded me into a bear hug. “Take care.”
I sank into the backseat of the car while John read the directions on my phone. Then I sent Matt a quick text to say I was on the way, and dozed until we arrived. Joseph, blessedly, did not interrupt my peace this time.
Matt sat on the front step, still in his t-shirt. He should have been cold.
I promised to dance with John at the reception, and slid out to join my rugby-swot-tortured-rock-god-sort-of-boyfriend.
“Going to sit down?” he said.
I couldn't really face it--not on hard, cold concrete, and not after what Aidan had subjected me to. “Can we go in? It’s freezing out here.”
“‘Course.”
The house was dark, and the sour smell of takeaway laced the air in the kitchen. He took a couple of Cokes from the fridge and we sat
down in the conservatory.
“Did you sing again?” I cracked my can open and sipped at the overspill.
“Yeah. I did a rather ace cover of I’m Only Happy When It Rains, actually.”
“Are you going to look at me?”
His eyelids rolled up and he offered a faint smile. “Sorry babe. You know, it’s a little weird.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “You look tired.”
“I’m knackered.”
“Are you okay?”
“A bit sore, but I’ll be fine in the morning.”
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“No.” Not any more than I’d wanted. “You should meet Aidan tomorrow. I think you’d get on.”
Matt looked uncomfortable. “Really?”
“You have the same sense of humour. I mean, he’ll probably try to get you into bed as well, but that’s just Aidan.”
“Um.” He seemed to struggle, frowning, and then a laugh fell out. “You’re a strange girl, do you know that?”
“I’ve been called worse.” I smiled. “Can we go up to bed? I know it’s still pretty early on rock and roll time, but I’m wiped, and we have a long day tomorrow.”
“It’s been a long day today.” The can crumpled noisily in his fist. “After you.”
We crept back through the kitchen and started up the stairs. On the way, I noticed one of the photos and did a double take.
“Those boys,” I said quietly, pointing. “They were at the rugby thing the other day.”
Matt squinted at it for a second. “Yeah…Ike and Simeon. They’re my brothers.”
“They were there with–”
“–the fucktard Mom divorced Dad for,” he finished gruffly. “Why’d you say?”
Because that fucktard was Charlie.
Acid prodded my gag reflex. “Just wondered why you...didn’t say at the time.”
“It’s a long and arduous story, and I need some shut-eye. I’ll explain another time, okay?” He nudged me up the stairs and I began to walk, albeit slowly.
Matt’s mother had married Charlie, the man I’d been involved with for years. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair. Matt was supposed to know my dirty secrets and want me nonetheless, but now I stared back at him–so cute in his half-asleep state–and any hope that we could be together evaporated.
Aidan had warned me to watch out for baggage.
I’d never expected it to be my own.
Chapter 9
Before I knew who Matt was, I still nurtured a hope that I could be reformed. When I realized what he was, those hopes swelled to porn star proportions. Oh, I desired him. He stood for everything a girl like me didn’t deserve, and worse, he pierced himself and urged me in until he bore the track lines of an addict. Though never perfect–far from it, the boy was flawed–that lent him a teasing vulnerability. I had a spare piece of the jigsaw and he had an empty space.
I didn’t see any harm in trying him on for size, so long as I didn’t cut him…but the problem with being beneath his skin became obvious: I did so much more damage there, and he held me so still in the fleshy cage that Charlotte turned cannibal to tear her way out.
Even then, though, the mess was nothing but a lubricant. A part of me didn’t want to escape. Charlie had given me the reference for Bach and Dagier, had made me this half-damned girl–he might as well have dumped me on Matt’s doorstep. How could he not have warned me? How many knives to take down a lead balloon?
* * * *
When I awoke, Matt splayed over three quarters of the bed, still dressed and on top of the covers. I clung to the edge beneath a scrap of duvet. I didn’t remember him joining me, only shedding half my clothes and passing out on the pillows. I had, for some reason, decided to sleep in the corset. The sun spilled in between the curtains and painted the four-postered shadows in gold.
I took a moment to gather the remains of last night. Bruises stirred where Aidan had been; adrenaline kissed them better.
I spent a while languishing in the fantasy of waking Matt up with a blow job, of hearing him groan in pleasure and the realization that he was being sucked. How he might reach down and dig his fingers into my tousled hair, how he’d watch me with sleepy eyes as that teasing smile spread across his face…
Then I remembered the picture of his brothers with Charlie from the rugby fundraiser and my stomach lurched.
Maybe I should just get it over with? I could poke him a bit, roll him over. Good morning, darling. I used to fuck your stepdad. His cock, I believe, was just slightly bigger than yours.
Hmm. Perhaps not, then.
I nudged him with my foot and he sprang up, eyes wide with terror.
“What the–” The duvet pooled in his lap as I recoiled on the other side of the bed. “Oh shit. Leila. I’m sorry.” He rubbed his eyes.
“Bad dream?” I said dryly.
“No…just not used to waking up with anyone lately.” He glanced about, gaining his bearings, and yawned. “What time is it?”
My phone winked from the bedside table. “Half seven.”
“You’re a masochist.”
“Seemed silly, lying awake by myself. Anyway.” I poked him. “You weren’t meant to be in here.”
“I was being a gentleman and making sure you got to bed safely. It just seemed like an awfully long way to Toby’s room. Besides, I was good…I think.”
“You were,” I grumbled.
“Sorry.” He laughed and rolled back over.
“You can’t go back to sleep. I want a proper tour of your country pile.”
“I showed you around yesterday.”
“Not outside, you didn’t. What the heck do you farm, anyway?”
“Root vegetables, mostly. Big ones. I’d have showed you last night, but was afraid that you’d ruin your knickers.”
I kicked him under the duvet.
“All right, all right.” Gangly legs swung out of the bed. “Just give me a minute to get my head together.”
I wandered over to my suitcase and grabbed an armful, wrapping a towel around my waist. “I’m going to get a shower.”
“I’ll go back to sleep, then. I know what women are like in showers.”
“You’re not a morning person, are you?”
I was in and out of the shower in about five minutes–partly because I remembered I’d had two of them last night, and partly just to annoy Matt.
In revenge, he dressed with comic slowness, getting surprisingly bashful when it came to changing his boxers.
“How is it when you want to watch me naked, it’s never this awkward?” I said.
“You naked is sexy. Me naked is cold. And flaccid,” he added weakly.
“Is it teeny?”
“You can sod right off.”
I shook with giggles as I put my hair up and he hurriedly pulled on a clean pair.
We traipsed down toward the noisy kitchen, where Radio 2 chattered in the background and a sweet female voice sang along. I could smell the bacon halfway up the stairs.
“Matt.” His dad smiled over his newspaper. “Are you going to introduce us?”
“I’m Leila,” I said quickly, stepping forward to shake his hand. The resemblance between Matt and his father was striking–they had the same dark hair and wide, watchful eyes. His dad had the better tan, though.
“A proper pleasure,” he said, with a handshake firm enough to cause arthritis. The Gordon men knew how to grip a woman, one way or the other.
“We’ve been waiting to meet you ever since we heard you were coming,” said Amy warmly, her plump hand on my arm. “Haven’t we, Nate?”
“Indeed,” he muttered, going back to his paper.
“Matt, get Leila a drink, will you? There’s fresh orange on the table and coffee in the machine.”
I couldn’t help but like Amy’s bossiness. It was comforting. I even had to stifle a laugh at the way it made Matt scowl. Orange juice was poured before he got to it, and
we sank on to wooden chairs with floral cushions.
“Did you two enjoy yourselves last night?” said Amy. Eggs made an orange syrup in her bowl.
“Yeah.” Matt eyed me in silent warning. “How about you two?”
“Just the usual. Good pies at the Swan at the moment,” said Nate.
“And proper chips!” Amy enthused as she scrambled the eggs. “They had skins on and everything.” She leaned in to Matt as she passed. “Your father made an awful joke about circumcision. You’d have cringed.”
“I’m cringing now,” he groaned, shaking his head.
So am I, I mouthed.
Huge platters of eggs, bacon and toast appeared in front of us. A bad pun about protein wiggled its eyebrows at me and I ushered it away with a wince.
“Get that down you.” Amy patted my shoulder hard. “There’s fruity brown if you want it, or ketchup.”
“Thanks.” I reached for the butter.
Matt had already smothered his in an avalanche of sauce. “Proper rugby breakfast, this.”
“Are you going to be tackling her later?” Nate asked innocently.
Matt put his head in his hands. “Dad, please!”
I blushed. What, was I fourteen?
“You’ll embarrass the pair of them,” Amy tutted. “They’re grown adults. They can tackle whomever they like.”
“I don’t really know rugby,” I said helplessly.
“You’ll have lots of fun learning, I’m sure,” said Nate. It wasn’t hard to see where the boys’ sense of humour came from.
We dug into our breakfasts, letting the pop song on the radio fill the air. Amy hummed to herself as she washed pans and made more coffee. The atmosphere, despite Nate’s teasing, was pleasant. It reminded me of weekend mornings with my own parents–except they were usually all over each other by now.
When our plates were clear, I thanked Amy again and followed Matt out into the garden.
“I’m sorry about that. I should have warned you.” He grimaced. “Dad’s always making those sorts of jokes.”
“It’s okay. Makes things interesting,” I said. “Amy is lovely.”
“She’s annoying and overbearing.”
“You didn’t even thank her for your breakfast.”
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