by C. M. Steele
Her phone goes off, and she picks it up on the third ring. “Where are you, woman? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Either he’s loud, or she’s accidentally put the phone on speaker.
“I’m at the store. I’ll be home in a little while,” she answers. “I’ve just had a pleasant memory that I think needs revisiting.”
“Then drop the items and come home. I’ll take you to the store tomorrow, woman,” he growls.
“Caveman,” she coos.
“Thank you. You’ve been wonderful. Have a great day,” I say with a wink. She leaves with a wide smile on her face. And that’s what I want years down the road.
Something made me feel like there’s hope for Nicholas and me. A girl can dream.
Chapter Five
Nick
“Where is she, bro?” I ask, walking into my brother’s place scoping out the room for the mystery woman he’s been pining for.
“What the hell? How did you know?” Ian questions, jumping up from the sofa.
I laugh and shake my head. She’s here, and I’m betting in the bedroom. The lucky dog. I’m a little jealous. I’ve got to claim my woman soon and forget all the reasons that it’s wrong. “Come on, you think I’d let you get away with it. I had your neighbor next door let me know when you got home. That little old lady likes to gossip. I gave you a little time in case you wanted to rekindle the fire, but we waited long enough.”
I called my parents, so they came with me. I’m a dick, and well, at least one of us has someone. “She’s sleeping right now,” Ian whispers.
“It’s okay, son, we’ll be quiet.” Man, we’re going to have to wait to meet the special chick for Ian.
“Ooh look, pizza. Excuse me, I’m starving. We missed lunch being nosy,” I mutter, taking a bite out of the slice I confiscated.
“So, when is the wedding?” Mom asks, rubbing her hands together like an evil villain.
“Whenever she wants, as long as it’s sometime this week.” I can’t blame him. Tie her to him before she gets away again. Lillian’s soft, bright eyes come into my mind, and I want to do the same.
Pushing those thoughts away, I fuck with my little brother. “Ha. Bro, you’re so in love with her. Man, you fell for the girl who took your V-card.” But as an older brother, I have to tease him even though I’m aching to be in the same boat with Lillian.
“What are you sixteen, dickhead? Who cares about that?”
“Wow, so sensitive. Chill out.”
“Speaking of, have you heard from your girl?” Ian asks, smirking and gloating like a jerk.
I narrow my eyes at him. That’s a dickhead move. “No, she’s been avoiding me,” I confess.
Ian shrugs, takes a drink of his beer, and then says, “Well, she put in that she’s opting out of her renewal. She doesn’t want to work with Knight Publishing any longer.” The sound of rolling thunder rumbles in my ears, and I don’t know if it’s from the storm outside or from my own heart going insane.
“What!” I roar, shaking my head and dropping the slice of pizza back onto the pizza box. “No way. That’s not happening. She’s not leaving me.”
“Well, she put in that she’s opting out of her renewal. She doesn’t want to work with Knight Publishing any longer.” It plays in my head as I run through the rain. I’m not letting her leave me. She can’t leave me. A thousand painful thoughts drum through my brain. The most brutal one being that I never see her again.
I'm rushing over to her apartment. I have to do something about her leaving me. Or rather, leaving the company. But fucking hell, it feels like she's leaving me. If she's leaving, at least I can't fuck up the company by asking her to marry me. My heart's racing as I speed over. I love this woman more than I can even say. Even if she does go, as long as she's a part of my life, I don't care. I can't wait another day—can't risk losing her. I don't know what stopped me this whole time, but no more waiting. I'm claiming her as mine.
The storm rages hard out there, but I make it there without any problems—other than being soaked.
I pound on her door until she opens it up. “You’re soaked,” she exclaims, looking at me up and down. My hair’s matted down from the rain, and my shirt is clinging to my chest. Her eyes rake over me, appreciating the view. I stare back at her in her T-shirt and tiny shorts. I swallow hard when I see that she’s braless and her hard nipples are pressing against the fabric. The outfit has me torn between pleasure and jealousy. She shouldn’t be answering the door half fucking naked.
“You will be, too,” I bite out, envisioning her pussy coming on my tongue. Storming into her apartment, I scan the area for any unwanted visitors. Fuck, if I find another guy here, I might kill a motherfucker.
I don’t see a man or any signs of a man as I scan the room. When my eyes land on two suitcases, the burn in my gut is automatic. She is leaving me.
And I lose my damn mind.
She closes the door behind me and leans against it. Eating the space between us, I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her passionately. I lift her into my arms and wrap her legs around me, grinding my cock on her pussy.
I need more. Spinning us around, I move away from the door until we fall back onto the sofa, my body trapping hers. She groans and reaches underneath her, throwing a hairbrush onto the floor. It doesn’t stop us. In fact, Lillian lets her hands roam over me just as wildly as mine.
I thrust my hands into her long, blonde hair, pulling and dragging out moans from her sexy lips and letting them resound in my ear as I kiss her neck. “Nick,” she cries out.
The sound of her moaning my name sends beads of cum onto my boxers. I need her badly. Clumsily, I pull up her T-shirt, stripping it off her perfect body. Her tits are unbelievable and even more sexy than I imagined. Leaning down with insatiable lust, I suck on her breast and cup the other one. Feasting on each one like a man possessed, my desire only heightens when her back arches and her nails dig into my scalp pushing my face into her tits.
This is all so fucking new to me, but one taste is all I need to be hooked. I’m ravenous, and I haven’t even slipped inside her tight little pussy. She grinds her hot, barely covered sweetness against my length. It’s too much, and I’m about to come, so I tilt to the side to stop her. I take her mouth with mine again. My kiss is rough and hungry.
No more waiting.
“I desperately need you, Lillian,” I whisper against her cheek, hoping she understands the strength of those words. She rubs her face against mine, sighing and panting as she tugs at my shirt, lifting it over my head. I help her and toss the soaked fabric out of the way.
“Holy shit. You’re ripped, Nick,” she gasps, gliding her hands over my wet chest.
“I’m glad you like it, baby.” The way she’s looking at me is more than I can take. I kiss her, then lean back on my knees and grab her shorts, pulling them down and slide them off her bare feet.
My eyes rake over her slender legs until I reach the treasure between her thighs. Lillian has on a pair of bright pink panties that need to go, but first I rub the crotch, feeling how fucking drenched they are. Nudging them aside, I glide my fingers over her slit repeatedly until she’s sitting up trying to pull off my belt. I push her back down and stroke her pussy, dipping my finger into her cunt. She feels so good, but I need more. With the other hand, I push down my pants and boxers.
My cock, large and hard, is standing stiff and dripping cum down my length. I grab the hem of her panties and tear them at the seam.
“Hey,” she complains.
“I’ll buy you more, baby,” I tell her. I liked them, but I’m too gone to care about it. I line up my cock with her entrance, then thrust my way in claiming her as mine. A big tear falls from her face, and I feel like a total prick.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes to me. Like she did something wrong. I’m the one who’s barreling into her womb, shredding her virginity like a bull in a china shop.
“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who should be sorry. I would have
tried to make it easier. I never want to hurt you, Lilly.” Not that I even knew how to manage it, but I hurt her, and that shit hit me hard, slowing down my urge to come.
“The pain’s over with,” she claims, but I move a little and can see that she’s still twitching. Knowing I’m her one and only brings my hunger back in full force. My cock has no damn manners. He’s not bothered by the little blip in the road. In fact, he feels a new sense of pride and is ready to fuck. I lower my head and kiss her lips as tenderly as possible because I destroyed the other ones.
“You’re mine, Lillian,” I inform her. There’s no going back; from now on we’re one.
“I’ve always been,” she moans out, wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing my pants further down with her feet. My cock thrusts in and out of her tight channel in a steady rhythm—sliding just to the edge of her entrance and then rocking forward until I’m fully seated in her warmth.
“Good, now that we got that settled, I need you to come for me. I want to feel your unbelievably tight pussy milk every drop of cum out of my cock. Does your greedy womb want that? Do you want me to fill you up until it drips down your ass which I’ll own one day?”
“Yes, please. I want it all. Please Nick,” she cries out, kissing me as her walls grip my length, pulsating around me, and then I hear her cry out against my ear, her body flexing tight. I come harder than I ever have before, jetting cum deep into her pussy. Of course, my hand doesn’t hold a candle to being inside her warmth.
We continue to kiss, grinding our bodies until we roll off the couch and onto the floor. My back hits first, so she’s protected. We don’t even bother to laugh because I’m still hard and from her eyes, she’s still very much with me.
She sits up on me with her small hands on my chest, using it for leverage as she slowly learns how to move up and down on my shaft. Her tits bounce as she fucks herself on me. I love the way she’s using me, but it’s too much.
“You’re too sexy for me to handle, Lilly,” I grunt as my hands grasp her hips and take control. Holding her down, I thrust up, fucking into her. Her head falls back as she tugs on her breasts, pinching her dark strawberry nipples. This view is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, but I want her to come with me. I sit up and throw my arms around her back, then flip her onto the rug. In mere seconds, we’re both coming again. Damn, I could go on forever.
Chapter Six
Lillian
I'm sprawled out on the floor of my living room completely naked and worn out. My body aches in new ways, and my heart’s dancing in my chest. Nick is laying on top of me, his head resting on my breast.
I feel like I'm dreaming; this has to be a dream. He just bursts through the door and claims me. That couldn’t be real, but I know it is. Why? I close my eyes and think about the few words that he said before he owned my body. He said something about leaving him, but I’m confused.
We never see each other, so why would he be upset about me going on vacation? My eyes pop open. His mom knew about the trip. Something tells me she told him, but she must have left out the whole vacation part of me leaving. The woman was slick and wise. I giggle out loud.
“Baby, I hope you're not laughing at me.”
“I’m definitely not. I'm just trying to figure this out. All of this is sudden and completely unexpected.”
“Yeah, I suppose I should have come in and talked to you first before mauling you like an animal. But this has been three years in the making, I couldn't hold back any longer. Why are you leaving?”
“I happened to like the wild beast that showed up today. Anyways, I'm going on vacation,” I explain. As much as I wanted to run away from Nick, I’m positive that I can’t stay away for long.
“No, I mean why are you leaving Knight Publishing? Are we not offering you a good deal?”
Oh, what the hell was this about, then? Was he just here to stop me from leaving? Did he think taking one for the team would work? “Leaving the publishing company? I'm not going anywhere. I just signed another two-book deal yesterday. Is that why you came here?”
“That asshole. I came here because I thought I’d never see you again, and I couldn’t let that happen.” He shakes his head, and I look up into his eyes. He’s sincere. “Then what's with the packed luggage?”
“I'm going on vacation,” I tell him again.
“With who?” he asks. There’s a steely tone to his voice that turns me on. He’s jealous.
“Myself.”
“The hell you are. If you want to go somewhere I'll take you, but like hell are you going anywhere that I'm not. I should have tied you down years ago when I first held you in my arms and saw your perfect face,” he barks out, heaving chest and all. Damn, I’m so turned on that I clench my walls hoping to fight it while we talk.
Then he calms himself down, looking me in the eyes. “Lillian, I'm so in love with you.”
And like that my heart bursts with so much happiness.
“I love you too, Nick,” I sob out, tears sliding down my face.
“Baby, why are you crying?”
I start wiping them away because I didn’t even know I could cry from joy. “I'm sorry. I just waited so long, hoping that you'd see me for something more than just a client.”
“I'm sorry, sweetie. You’ve been more than a client to me this whole time. We’ve lost so much time together. I wished I acted on it. It killed me to avoid asking questions about your life and digging deeper into your soul every time we crossed paths. I wanted to make love to you on that conference table as we talked about your book. You know I'm not letting you go.”
“I've already paid for the trip.”
“I mean I'm not letting you go from me ever. You're mine, Lillian.”
“Please don't ever let me go.” He smiles down at me, then his mouth closes around mine. A sigh of pleasure escapes my throat. I thrust my hands into his hair, deepening our kiss and hoping for more.
“Nick, I have to ask you something,” I blurt out before I lose my nerve. I know this answer can destroy me, but I have to know. He’s admitted to loving me, but that means something different to everyone.
“Anything, baby.”
“Um…have there been a lot of women since we met?” I stutter out.
He turns that thousand-watt smile on me, brushing a few stray hairs behind my ear. “That’s easy, baby. There's been no one else. Ever.”
“Like what, you haven't dated?”
“Sweetheart, I was a twenty-six-year-old virgin,” he says.
I cock my brow at him, challenging him. “I can't believe that.”
“Why not? You're a twenty-three-year-old virgin?”
I bump my hips up. “Was,” I answer with a giggle.
He shakes his head and smirks, kissing my forehead. “I suppose that’s true. Honestly, when I was a teenager, I had a girlfriend, but we never made it all the way because I was too inexperienced for her. I found out that she wanted to meet a bestselling author we had under contract. When I told her that I never met the guy, she split. It bruised my ego and, well, soured me on dating. Then I spent the last three years jerking into my hand every night as I fought to do the right thing.”
“Well, I’m glad she missed out.” He gets up and pulls me into his arms.
“Me, too, Lillian. I’m all yours. Now let’s go shower.”
Chapter Seven
Nick
“Where are you supposed to go on your vacation?” I ask while sending Ian a text. He’s an asshole, and he should be made aware of that fact. But I’m glad that I took the bait. I wouldn’t be standing in her bedroom with my happy trail showing and my seed in her belly right now. The thought of that on top of her being naked has my dick bobbing and eager for another round.
“To Miami. I’m scheduled to leave tomorrow,” she answers.
I look up from my phone and see her stepping into the shower. I groan because she’s so sexy. I want her again, but I’m not letting her go to a Miami beach without me. That’s just no
t going to happen
“Shit, okay. Let’s change your flight to two days from now. Then we’ll go together. I can’t get everything organized by tomorrow.” I kick off my shoes and drop my clothes to the floor, stepping out of them and walking into the shower. It’s a little small, just like her apartment, but that’s good—it means we’ll have to be close together. I slide in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder blade. I want her again, but she’s got to be sore as fuck. My dick definitely is feeling the pain of her tight womb. It hits me that we didn’t use any protection. Not that I want her on it anyway. We’ve had three years to wait for a baby. Now is as good a time as ever.
“Lillian, are you on any birth control?” I ask.
She’s a virgin, so probably not. She gasps and tenses up, and I know my answer. “I can’t believe we did it without anything.”
“I don’t care that we had sex without birth control. I want you to have all the babies I can put in you,” I say, kissing her neck.
“But…” she stammers, attempting to argue.
“Don’t start, Lillian,” I whisper, continuing my assault on her senses. “I want you to have my babies, and we’ve got three years to make up for.” I go back to tasting her pulse. She moans, effectively ending our conversation and tilting her head to give me more access. The spray of the shower pours over us. It’s enough for me to want to take her again. I lift her leg and hold it up while she stretches her arm to the wall for support. I line up my cock, rubbing her entrance before pushing in from behind. We’re the perfect fit. I fuck into her unprotected womb leisurely until she starts taking control. It’s not long before I hear her orgasm come from her sexy mouth and her pussy squeezing my dick. I join her, giving her every ounce of cum I have left.
When I pull out of her sweetness and set her on her feet, I steel my arms around her as our hearts return to a normal steady pace. “I love you, Lillian.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.”
