by K. L. Myers
When we reach the top of the stairs, I stop and press her against the wall, grinding my cock into her. Lillian draws in a quick breath followed by a moan of desire that has me growling and quickly moving us toward her bedroom. Once inside, I toss her on the bed and begin to unbutton my shirt. “Strip, Lillian.” My voice is harsh and demanding as I say the words. She obeys and quickly starts removing her clothing.
My cock springs free when I step out of my pants, the tip weeping with desire for her. I’ve imagined what she would look like all those months, but it didn’t do justice to the vision before me. Her tiny brown areolas complement her naturally olive skin. Her nipples are hard tiny peaks standing at attention. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation. My eyes continue down her body. Her taut abdomen confirms that she obviously works out to stay in shape. Long, slender, toned legs part, showing off her bare pussy, already wet and begging for attention.
Unconsciously, my hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it several times. The sexual frustration between us rises, and Lillian reaches between her legs to rub at the tiny nub between her legs. “Fuck, Lillian, stop teasing me,” I tell her when I climb onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Automatically, her hips lift off the bed, begging for me to enter her.
“Please, Linc. I want you.”
Her pussy glistens with desire, and without thinking, I thrust inside her hard. A small whimper fills the room as I sink balls deep into her tight pussy. “Oh, God, Lillian, you feel amazing.” I let her walls tighten around my shaft before I begin to move in and out of her. My size doesn’t bother her in the least. Instead, she begs for more.
“Faster, Linc. Give it to me hard, fast, and raw. I want you, all of you.”
Normally, I’d oblige that request, but with Lillian, I don’t want to hurt her any more than necessary. There aren’t many women who can handle eleven inches of pleasure, but when you add my girth to it, they are usually screaming out in pain at first. I’m as thick as a silver dollar; not that I’m bragging or anything, but it’s always been my gift and curse at the same time.
I pull out and slowly slide back in, once again sinking myself deep into her, and roll my hips, making sure my body collides with her clit. I do this several times, teasing her about what is to follow. She feels so amazing that I know I need to pull back or I’m going to explode.
Lillian whimpers at the emptiness as I pull out. Her juices entice my senses uncontrollably, and my tongue finds her opening. I suck and lick at her entrance, enjoying the taste more than I should. I nibble at her clit before sucking it between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. Her first orgasm rips through her, causing her back to bow off the bed as she rides my face while riding out the orgasm. Just as her body goes slack against the bed, I thrust into her once more, plunging in and out quickly. I watch as her eyes roll back into her head.
“Oh, fuck, Lincoln. I’m gonna come again.”
I hold back my own release even though it's killing me and continue thrusting until I feel her walls squeeze tight around me and she screams out my name.
“Yes, Linc! Oh my God, yes!” Her screams of pleasure drive me higher and higher toward my own release.
“LILLIAN!” I cry out as I release myself into her and then collapse on top of her before rolling to my side and taking her with me. My hand is reaching up to push the hair away from her face as I study the look in her eyes for anything other than satisfaction.
Chapter 16
LILLIAN
Oh my God, what have I done? The thought goes through my mind as I lie in Lincoln’s arms completely sated from what just happened. I’ve been avoiding him for two months, unable to face him after Jefferson’s surgery. But then there he was at my door, looking more handsome than I remembered. He was such a gentleman the night of our date, so much so that if I had let go, I would have let him take me on the boat under the moonlight. But I had to keep my head on straight. It was one night, and I was the surgeon operating on his nephew, so as much as I wanted him, I had to keep it platonic.
Then there was the day of the surgery, and I let myself zone out just briefly but long enough that I’m sure it was my fault Jefferson flatlined. It was the first time I’d let myself be distracted, and it would be the last time. Having Lincoln around befuddles my mind, and that I can’t risk, so I ignored every text or call he made to me. When Jefferson’s incision became infected, I was sure it was once again my fault. God was punishing me for having thoughts of Lincoln when I should have been focused. But when I opened the door tonight and saw him standing there, my desire took over, and I knew I wanted him even if it was just this one time. I wanted a taste of what it would be like to have him, a memory I could keep with me when I left Virginia and headed back to New York.
I’ll never forget the way his body looked naked before me. Hard, chiseled abs, the delicious V everyone talks about, and a magnificent erection that had me shaking. Long and thick, it was nothing like I’d ever seen before on anyone. Oh, how I’m going to miss him. I’ve experienced pure bliss for once in my life.
“Lillian, Lillian. Earth to Lillian.”
Oh, crap, I’ve been so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t realize Linc was talking to me. I blink a couple of times before acknowledging him.
“Where did you go to, love?”
“Did you just call me love?” I roll my eyes at the term of endearment.
“No, I called you by your name. Lillian Olivia Vicci. I just shortened it.” Linc laughs, the vibration from his chest sending tingles down south.
“Oh, no, mister, you do not get to call me that, not after you complained about Bethany calling you Love your whole life.” Once again, his full body laugh fills my bedroom.
“Lillian,”—his hand brushes through my hair, causing me to instinctively lean into his palm—“I’m only here for the day. I have to head back to New York tomorrow for some meetings. I came in today because I had to see Peanut and make sure he is alright. But I want to make it perfectly clear that I intend to spend time with you when I get back next week. It’s going to be hard to reach me this week, so please don’t mistake this as a one-night stand. I want to see you again. Do you understand me?”
I cringe at the word ‘alright’ when he says it and am thankful that he doesn’t seem to be aware of it. But wanting to see me again isn’t going to be possible. This was supposed to be one night. I can’t let myself believe it will or can be anything more. Rather than explaining to him why it isn’t possible, I do the chickenshit thing and agree to see him again, knowing it will never happen. “Sure, I understand, Linc. I know how it can be when your job is demanding.” I tap my finger to my chest. “Remember, busy doctor here myself.” Though my lies feel like a burden, I don’t let that dampen what will happen tonight.
Before he can say anything further, I become the aggressor, sliding myself on top of him, rubbing my center on his already hardening dick. It feels good. Too good.
“Lillian,” Linc moans. “We didn’t use a condom the first time. We need one now.”
Once again, I rub myself up his shaft and lean over to whisper in his ear, “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant. I have premature ovarian failure. I was diagnosed in my twenties with it. I can’t conceive.” I feel his hands grip the side of my head as he pulls my face back to look into my eyes. I’m not sure if he’s trying to read me to see if I’m lying to him or what. “Really, Linc, let’s just say the odds of you getting me pregnant are the same as you ever stepping foot on the moon. Slim to none. That’s part of the reason I chose pediatric cardiology. It’s the closest I’ll probably ever get to having a child of my own to take care of.”
I see the pity in his eyes as he looks at me. It’s the same look Angelo gave me when we found out while I was in college. Angelo and I grew up together. He was ten years older than me, so when it came time to assign someone to me, Dad said it was the perfect match. Little did he know that there was more to Angelo and me than him being my bodyguard. Once we found out, I begged him to keep
it a secret, and he did right up to the day he walked away, and I told Dad I didn’t need a watchdog anymore. I refused to let anyone get that close to me again.
“Don’t look at me that way. I’ve made peace with it. I just want to feel you inside me with nothing between us.”
Before I can say another word, I am being flipped onto my back, and Linc is sliding inside of me. I rock into his thrusts, ensuring my clit receives the stimulation it needs. My first orgasm comes quickly, followed by another, but it isn’t until the last one where we come together that my world as I knew it shatters around me. Linc holds me tight, exhaustion taking over quickly as I fall asleep in his arms, enjoying the comfort I’d never know again.
When I wake in the morning and sit up, the bed beside me is cold but not empty. A note remains where Linc once lay.
Lillian,
You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you. I stayed for as long as I could. If I am honest, I didn’t want to leave. I should have canceled my meeting this morning, but I couldn’t. Just know I’ll be thinking of you all day and the delicious little sounds you made when I took you to the edge, and you let go. I’ll call you tonight.
Linc
I hold the note to my chest, falling back against the mattress, and let the tears fall. Under any other circumstances, maybe in a different lifetime, I could let Lincoln Eastwick in, but my life is anything but a fairy tale, and letting him be a part of it would destroy everything about him. He’s the type of man my father would do anything to get his teeth into. Linc’s connections alone would have Dad salivating at the mouth. The fact that I have to relocate back to New York to take care of my father means I can’t let Linc anywhere near my heart.
I knew Linc was busy and in New York the last few months; Bethany said so during the several checkups she brought Jefferson in for. I was surprised that Linc wasn’t with them each time. He was so close to the two of them I had expected him to be there. In hindsight, it was probably good that he wasn’t.
It was a Monday night a month ago when I got the dreadful call that my dad had a heart attack and was hospitalized, telling me I had to come quickly. I knew my life was going to change. Just how much had yet to be seen.
I took the first flight back to New York and headed straight to the hospital. For a man who had just had a heart attack, Dad was definitely well enough to yell at his doctor's incompetence. I heard his voice the minute I exited the elevator. “You’re stupid. My daughter is ten times the doctor you are.” Part of me was proud to hear that Dad respected me so much, but the other part of me that suspected what was coming cringed inside.
The moment I pushed the door to Dad’s room open, everything changed. “Bambina, sei qui,” he called out.
“Yes, Dad, I’m here.” I bent down and kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” Dad had a habit of mixing his English and Italian when he was upset, but when he was fighting mad, you knew it because all he spoke was Italian.
“I’m not so well, Tesoro. You need to come home and take care of me. Non discutere.” His voice rose as he told me not to argue.
What once worked on me as a child no longer had an effect. He could raise his voice all he wanted, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to argue. “Dad, that’s not possible. I have a practice and patients who need me. I can’t just leave. The doctors here are perfectly capable of taking care of you.”
“Tu ai un mese cosi non ignorare le obligazione famigliare!” my father yelled at me.
How dare he boss me around, I’m a grown adult now, and to tell me I have a month to get my affairs in order and return home to fulfill my family obligation was crazy. My blood boiled as I yelled back at him that I would not come home. “Non lo faro!” That only caused his blood pressure and heart rate to rise. Unfortunately, the screen display on his monitor confirmed it, causing my mother, who had been sitting quietly in the chair beside the bed, to speak up.
“Lillian, look what you are doing to your father. Is it not enough that he has suffered a heart attack that you have to come in here and argue with him?” She patted my dad’s hand briefly. “We have let you live your life without interruption. We did not say a word when you came to New York last month for the day with some man and did not tell us. But this will not be negotiable, Lillian. You will be here for your father; you will perform whatever surgery is necessary, go home, make arrangements for your practice, and return in thirty days. You will stay and care for your father to make sure he is one hundred percent healthy. Then, and only then, will you be able to return to your life.”
“Wait, how did you know I was here in New York with someone?” It was the only part of her declaration that caught my attention.
“Did you honestly think your father and I would let you live so far away without protection? That we would allow you to go off to college and toss away your security without even an argument from us? Oh, silly girl, I thought you were smarter than that.”
My mom rarely said a word. She knew her place, but when she did speak up, oh, did she have a lot to say. She is the strongest woman I know. When I was growing up, she taught me to be equally independent. I should have known all those years ago that they gave in too easily. That explains why I sometimes have these feelings that someone is watching me, because they are.
“Who, Mom, who has been watching me all this time? Tell me,” I demanded an explanation, but it only took one word to knock the air out of my lungs and for me to fall back into the chair behind me.
“Angelo. He has always been your protector.”
My heart raced as I heard the name of the one man who broke my heart and destroyed my life all those years ago. I had questions, but now wasn’t the time for them; that would come later.
“Who will determine when father is well enough for me to return, me or the family?” It seemed like a simple question that would have a simple answer, but nothing is ever simple in my family, and deep down I knew it wouldn’t be when I determined. It would always be the family’s decision.
“Stop asking questions you already know the answer to, Lillian. Salvatore will assume the responsibilities as the Boss of the family, and should your father’s health deteriorate, then you will marry Salvatore to ensure our blood holds this family together.” I wanted to argue, but my mother’s face told me there would be no further discussions.
Chapter 17
LINCOLN
Present Day
I thought today would never come to an end. All through my day, every meeting, Lillian invaded my mind. The feel of her skin, the heat from her body, and the smell of our musk combined with the most amazing sex still fills my senses. So many times today, I wanted to call her, but I knew giving into that urge would only cause problems. I kept myself focused as much as possible on every detail of each of my meetings until the last one. I couldn’t tell you what was said or agreed upon during the last thirty minutes. I can assume I didn’t do anything stupid, or my attorney would have interrupted me for a sidebar. Once the elevator doors closed, I headed for my office and dialed her number. It went straight to voicemail. I left a brief message asking her to call me when she got the message, and then hung up.
Hours later, I still haven’t heard from Lillian, but I push the thought back to the recesses of my mind to focus on tonight’s dinner meeting. Rightman and Black requested a meeting. They’re in need of venture capital to keep them afloat until Jacob Rightman’s grandfather’s assets are transferred to the business. I was only willing to consider this as a favor to my father, since Johnathan Rightman was a personal friend of my grandfather when he was alive. He passed several months ago, leaving everything to his grandson, Jacob, but there was quite a bit of red tape to get through before his assets could be moved to him.
As I suspected, dinner is boring, and had it not been that my father requested I do this, I would have walked out after five minutes. Jacob Rightman is a weasel, only concerned about getting his hands on his grandfather's money so he can once again invest it in
some irresponsible manner, which will probably cause him to go belly up in less than a year. I try to offer Jacob some insight into what can make his business successful for the long haul, but he doesn’t want to hear it. So, I agree to invest briefly, at a rate of return that is equivalent to that of a loan shark, and call it an early dinner. There is a lot of potential for growth in his company, but I know it will just be a matter of time before I’ll snag the company up and put his ass out on the street for being stupid.
I still haven’t heard from Lillian. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I start to dial her number but stop myself. When have I become this needy person? Never in my life have I called a woman who hasn’t returned my call. I don’t need to, and I won’t. But Lillian changed the game for me. Something about her calls to me like a siren in the night. I want her. No, I need her, more than I’d like to admit, but I won’t beg. That’s beneath me. I’ll give her some time to come around, and if I haven’t heard from her by Peanut’s appointment next month, I’ll get my answers when I return to Virginia. I’ll corner her then and ask why she is avoiding me. I know what happened between us wasn’t one-sided, but if she wants to play cat and mouse, I’m game. Only the little mouse isn’t going to like it much when this cat catches her.
I’ve waited a month and never received the response I hoped for, but that ends today. I will get the answers to all my questions this afternoon.
