by Lily White
I was captivated, to say the least, unable to look away or clear my throat to let him know I was standing there. I stepped farther in to take a closer look at a man who was drawing me in to some tangled web with promises of discipline for my defiance, and reward for my obedience.
Would I ever play like that?
Could the music pour out of me just the same?
Perhaps with Lennon teaching me how to set it free, I could hope to one day be as talented as him.
A few minutes later, the music stopped, his head bowed over the keys, my breath caught in my lungs.
“Do you always let yourself into other people’s houses?”
His voice was gritty, dark, and exhausted, the deep tenor brushing against my senses with stern warning. I froze in place, swallowed, unsure if I should answer him or turn around to run like hell.
“I knocked, but you didn’t hear me over the music.”
How did he even know I was standing here? I hadn’t made a sound, my body so still because I’d been entranced by what he was playing.
He spun on the bench to look at me, his eyes shadowed, his chest gleaming with sweat. It was the first time I’d seen him without his shirt, and dear God, he was sculpted. Every hard ridge and shallow dip was perfectly defined, candlelight highlighting his skin because it, too, couldn’t help but reach out and touch him.
I wanted to run my tongue over the definition of his chest, wanted to feel the strength of his thick biceps wrap around me, wanted to experience what it felt like to have him move over me while making me sing as beautifully as his piano.
Breath heavy, Lennon reached up to run his fingers through his hair, his eyes locked on my face. “I’m giving you one gentle time, Amelia. One. And only because I don’t want to tear you apart when you don’t know what it is like to have a man move inside you.”
Pausing, he raked his gaze down my body, his mouth a sensual line when he said, “But after that, all tenderness goes out the window.”
“Okay.” The response was more a squeak than my normal voice.
“Last chance,” he warned.
I was beginning to think a smarter girl would turn and get the hell out of there.
“I’m still here,” I whispered.
Lennon grinned, shook his head, and crooked a finger for me to walk to him. “Come here, little girl. Let me show you why you should have run.”
My legs shook when I tried to take the first step. I knew he could see my unsteady gait even though his eyes refused to release mine, his expression hard and intense. I could feel that gaze distinctly, fingertips against my skin exploring all the places I’d never allowed another man to touch.
By the time I reached him, I was out of breath, my hair a curtain at the sides of my face that blocked the light reflecting across his high cheekbones.
Here we were, in the first place where he had touched me, his body positioned on the bench much like the night he’d laid me over his lap. I didn’t know what to expect. Fear raced through me to find out.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Amelia.”
“Why?”
Neck craning back to glance up at me, Lennon shook his head. “Because you look like you’re about to fall over.”
Embarrassment tinged my cheeks red, my shaking hands reaching forward to touch the heat of his skin, to feel the steel of muscle beneath his sweat slickened skin.
It was suddenly far too hot in this room, as if the heat of the candles were as warm as a wall of fire.
“Relax,” he breathed out, his fingers moving to the buttons of my blouse, slowly opening them one by one, working from the top down.
Unfastening the last one, he pulled the sides apart and left them hanging over my arms, his hands gripping my waist.
Lennon leaned forward and softy kissed a trail from the arch of my rib cage down past my belly button, my fingers gripping tighter over his shoulders, my breath coming out in tiny, raspy bursts.
“Are you scared?” he asked, his lips moving against my stomach.
“Yes.”
I expected him to try to comfort me, but instead he replied, “Good. You should be.”
His deep voice rolled through me like a crashing wave, the reality of what I was doing finally setting in, my entire body quaking with nervous expectation.
Fingers moving to the button of my skirt, he made quick work of it, a sharp yank of the zipper and the material fell to my ankles.
“You can go ahead and kick that away, as well as your shoes. You won’t be needing them for a while.”
I did as he said, my ankles slamming back together when his hands gripped my ass and he pulled my hips toward him to stick his nose between my legs and breathe me in.
Pure heat bloomed over my cheeks, my eyes closing when he said, “You smell scared. I like that.”
Oh my god...
Yeah, no. I was in way too fucking deep with this man. I should have started with a different person for my first time, a fluffy puppy dog instead of a hungry wolf.
His teeth locked over the front waistband of my panties, his thumbs hooking on the sides. Slowly, he dragged them down my hips, letting them fall to my ankles silently.
Stormy blue eyes lifted to meet mine, the smirk that always drove me so fucking crazy tilting the corner of his lips. “Take off your bra.”
The instant I released his shoulders, I wavered on gelatin legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs to keep me balanced. I shouldn’t have been this damn nervous, but with his face eye level to my stomach, giving him an up close and personal view of my tits and pussy, I was way more exposed than I thought I ever would be for my first time.
In most of the movies I’ve seen, the couple are doing it beneath sheets, or sometimes in the shower. But still, the guy didn’t have his face between her legs breathing her in like she was a perfume tester sheet or a fine wine.
Then again...I’d never watched porn and everything about Lennon was apparently pornographic.
It took me three attempts to unclasp my bra, my fingers fumbling and uncoordinated, breath shuddering from my lungs as Lennon’s face tilted up to watch me. His fingers scratched softly down the sides of my ass with warning.
Finally pulling the damn thing free, I held the cups in place, a serious case of shyness overtaking me as the straps slid down my arms over the shirt that still hung open. Lennon’s smirk deepened. The jerk was enjoying every second of my timid behavior.
“I said off, and that includes the shirt.”
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
His eyes blazed with heat. “You better fucking believe it. Why do you think I kept giving you chances to change your mind?”
Closing my eyes, I let the bra and shirt fall from my arms, my hands returning to his shoulders when a wave of ungodly apprehension rolled through me.
I was so turned on, yet terrified. So shy, that I wished he would just speed this process up and get it over with. Maybe he was right. Maybe I needed the hearts and flowers, maybe-
He slid a finger between my clenched legs, curled the tip and moved it slowly in and out of me, the entire time staring up at me past my breasts, watching my every reaction.
“Play with your tits, Amelia.”
My eyes rounded, knees almost buckling. I could barely think past the threat of his finger, the warning in his eyes, and he was demanding I touch myself in front of him?
“Lennon-“
“No complaints.” His finger slipped inside me fully with the gentle reminder.
Releasing his shoulders, I brought my hands to my breasts, molding them and pushing them up and together.
“Squeeze the nipples. Let me know you like it.”
Asshole...
Fuck! As soon as I did as he said, it was like an electric current shooting down between what my fingers were doing and what his were doing. Eyes wide, I watched Lennon pull his finger from my legs, open his mouth and suck my taste off from knuckle to tip.
My head fell back in that instant, h
is arm pushing between my legs until I was practically straddling his bicep. Bending his elbow, he grabbed my long hair in his fist, pulling it to keep my head in place.
When his free hand grabbed one of mine to direct it back to his shoulder, he whispered one more demand, “Grind your pussy over my arm, beautiful, while playing with your clit with your fingers. Let me feel what you can do.”
His teeth took hold of my nipple, his fist still secure in my hair. When I didn’t immediately move like he’d said, he slapped the cheek of my ass with his other hand causing my hips to buck so I shifted forward over his arm.
What in the hell was going on? I was grinding against Lennon’s bicep while he sucked and nipped my breast, a collision of sensations driving through me until I found it difficult to breathe.
I couldn’t look down to see if he was watching me, didn’t want to know what he was thinking about a girl who would masturbate so close to his face.
“Jesus, Amelia, you’re practically dripping on my skin.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks again because I knew he wasn’t lying. I could feel lithe slickness every time I moved my hips, my finger working my clit without any sort of precision. My mouth opened on a silent moan as Lennon’s thumb pressed against it to deepen the circles and set an intoxicating rhythm.
It was happening again. Just like in the classroom. Just like when I’d been bound to that piano without any way of defending myself against the pleasure Lennon could force through me.
I understood what was coming, an orgasm, a release so violent that I would lose the ability to breathe, to think, to speak anything but his name over and over again.
The only thing holding me in place was his arm between my legs. When I came, I feared falling backwards, my entire body trembling with waves of pleasure as he let my hair go to catch me.
I looked down at him to watch as he lowered his head to breathe me in again, his lips pulling apart with a devilish grin. “There, now you don’t smell so scared anymore.”
Son of a bitch, I was going to die right then and there and Lennon would be the murderer.
In one deft move, he pulled his arm free, stood from the bench and lifted me up to throw me over his shoulder, one arm wrapped over the backs of my legs while the other hand clapped down on my ass cheek so hard I flinched as he carried me from the room.
What had I gotten myself into?
It was like I weighed nothing to him, his legs spry beneath us, my body bouncing over his shoulder as he ran up the stairs, turned down a hallway, burst through a door and flipped me down on my back over a mattress.
This was him being gentle for my first time?
I didn’t have time to process what was happening before he gripped my legs beneath the knees and dragged me down. Pressing his palms against the insides of my thighs, he spread my legs wide, his breath hot between my legs before his mouth covered my pussy, his tongue licking along the slit before thrusting inside me.
My hips bucked toward his face, my chest arching as my eyes closed and my hands fisted the sheets beneath me.
Fuck! He was owning me in this moment. Tasting me. His mouth moving over every part of my swollen skin, his tongue teasing my clit before moving down again to dip inside me and show me just how thoroughly he could force me to surrender.
Another climax surged before I had time to know it was coming, my legs struggling against the way he held them open, my body writhing beneath the pleasure he forced through me, wave after gloriously excruciating wave.
I didn’t think I could endure its violence, and yet I never wanted it to end.
Still holding my legs apart with his hands locked over the insides of my thighs, Lennon looked up at me, his eyes shadowed and dark, that damn smirk of his telling me he didn’t give a damn that he was driving me to madness over and over again.
“Do you have any idea how delicious you are?”
I shook my head, so confused by this point, I didn’t know if the question had been real or rhetorical.
It only made him grin more, like a wolf staring at me licking his chops in anticipation of his next meal.
“Let me show you.”
He pushed forward, his chest barely touching mine as his mouth claimed my lips, the taste of my body filling my mouth as his tongue swept in to tangle with mine.
I could feel how hard he was, his hips pressed to me, his hands still locking my legs in place as his erection just barely brushed against my swollen pussy.
He kissed me until my body had come down from the last climax, and left me in a puddle of desperation for more over his bed as he released my legs to push away from me, his height towering over the bed.
Standing in front of me with feet set shoulder width apart, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and stared down at me with an expression that promised every sinful, dirty act known to man.
Lennon’s chest glistened beneath the low light of the room, his strong shoulders moving with every breath.
“Turn over.”
When I didn’t do as he said immediately, he canted his head and cocked a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy again. I’ll be sure to break you of that bad habit.”
Threat spoken and received, I shook while turning over. Lennon grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto my knees, his hand flat against my back to keep my upper body pressed against the bed. With his knee, he pushed my legs apart and I buried my face in the sheets absolutely mortified that he had a front row view of all my intimate parts.
A fingertip rubbed softly down the center slit. “So beautiful, this pussy.”
I felt the mattress dip beneath me just seconds before his tongue licked the track his finger had just taken, the tip of his nose a hard point as he dipped his tongue inside me. “So wet.”
Behind me, I could hear him stripping out of his pants, and God how I wanted to see him fully naked, but in the position he’d left me, I couldn’t see a damn thing.
The rip of a condom wrapper grabbed my attention just before the thick tip of his cock began rubbing up and down my slit slowly as if testing each individual part before finding the hole.
“This may hurt, Amelia. I’m not going to lie to you.”
Notching the head of his cock at my opening, he gripped a hip with one hand while using his other to play with my clit. When he penetrated me with the tip, my entire body tensed up, my fear overwhelming.
Rather than driving himself inside with one hard, full thrust, he slowly pushed in, pulled out and then went deeper again with his next slow thrust. The fullness was awkward. Unexpected. I wasn’t sure what to do.
But then he pushed all the way in and my body tensed around him, the discomfort noticeable, but not so much that I cried like I thought I would.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Lennon didn’t move immediately, the pause giving my body time to adjust to him, to relax and mold to his length and girth. He filled me up entirely, his hands gripping my hips as he finally lost the ability to remain still and his body began to move.
While his cock moved inside me, he released one of my hips to roll a finger over my clit again, his deep voice seducing me as he said, “This is the only time I’ll control myself with you.” A curse word hissed over his lips in chorus with the slap of skin between our bodies.
Slowly a pressure began to build in me like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was a tidal wave rushing forward with the distinct warning it would carry me away with its violence.
I moaned into the sheets, my body quivering as he continued relentlessly, his pace picking up as his cock seemed to grow even more.
Unable to fight it, I let go to an orgasm that made me scream, my fingers clamping into the sheets as Lennon fucked me harder, his hips slapping the cheeks of my ass just before a groan rolled over his lips and he pushed deeper and stilled in place.
After a few seconds he pulled out, and I collapsed on the bed, the only sound in the room was the heavy thud of his feet on the floor as he walked away. I h
eard a door close and knew he’d gone into the bathroom to toss the condom away.
When he returned, he crawled onto the mattress facing me, his fingers trapping my chin as he tilted my head to look at him. Bleary eyes blinking open, I almost orgasmed again just to see the lazy look of satisfaction in his normally stormy eyes, to remember just how fucking beautiful this man was.
“Don’t expect it to be so simple again,” he said with his signature smirk. “You have no idea how much restraint I just showed you.”
I almost laughed that he considered what we did simple, but then he kissed me and every thought I had dispersed on a tempest wind.
Lennon
“I can’t sleep here tonight.”
Amelia’s fingers trailed lazily down my chest, her body curled over mine where I lay on my back with my head resting against my arm. Never had I been a cuddler, but given this was her first time, I gave in to her need to stay near me.
My eyes were half closed, exhaustion overtaking me, not so much from fucking, but from the hours I’d spent working on the music that had been a constant inside my head since I’d returned to Sheldon.
However, her statement came out of nowhere and forced me back to full consciousness. Not because it bothered me she wouldn’t sleep over, but more because she’d phrased it that she couldn’t.
Where in the hell did she have to be that she couldn’t shut her eyes and fall asleep beside me? Instantly my thoughts went to all the times I’d caught her doing something fucked up.
“Why not? Tomorrow’s Saturday. You don’t have school.”
“I have to practice the music you gave us.”
A lie.
“My piano is downstairs. You’re free to use it.”
She grew still, her fingers stopping their relaxing movement. Quietly, she admitted, “My family will wonder where I am.”
It made sense, but what possessed her to lie about that fact initially? What was she trying to hide?
A thought came to me, the name Julia had given me without realizing she was providing the link I needed to finally identify the asshole who’d driven Emaline to her grave.