by Nyla K
“Holy fuck” I cough, and he laughs through his own lack of breath, slowing his movements.
He pulls back to look down at me and that lazy, sated look on his face is enough to render me a giant pile of mush.
“Mmm. My Little trick. We’re going to have a lot of fun together,” he places a soft kiss on my lips and my insides melt like I’m standing on the sun.
I giggle and pull him as close as possible without swallowing him up, hugging him hard just so I can feel his heartbeat on my chest, like the rhythm to my favorite song. And we end up lying like this for minutes until Lazarus finally sits up, squirming around.
“You got my cum all over me,” he grins, swiping at the sticky leftovers on his abs.
“That’s what you get,” I smirk, and he laughs.
“Just so you know, I haven’t had sex without a condom in years,” he tells me, his tone suddenly soft an oddly vulnerable. “I can count on one hand how many times I’ve done it. It’s just not something I ever let happen.”
I blink at him. “I’m sorry. I really just wasn’t paying attention…”
“Traci, it’s not your fault at all,” he jumps in. “I should be the responsible one. You know, since I’m…” His voice trails off.
“What? Older?” I mutter accusingly, to which he shrugs. “I think it’s up to both of us, regardless of how old we are.”
He swallows visibly and nods. “Well, I get myself tested frequently just in case and I’m fine. But it’s really not safe for us to do it like that. We should use condoms.”
“But it feels so much better without it,” I pout.
He grins. “Yea. That’s a given.”
“I’ll get some birth control,” I say with assurance, thinking this will make him happy, but instead he frowns.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He’s quiet for a moment, staring at me. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do that for me. It’s your body.”
Wow. Lazarus Weston, feminist ally. Who knew?
“It’s not for you, Lazarus,” I reach out, trailing my finger along that number 4 I adore so much. “I love the feeling of your bare cock inside me.” I bite my lip seductively. “Stroking…”
He squeezes my thigh hard. “Baby, don’t start. You’re going to run me dry.”
I show him a wild grin that he reciprocates, making my insides hum.
“Wanna take a shower?” His brow lifts and I nod, grabbing his hand so he can help me up.
But instead he yanks me into him and kisses me unexpectedly, warm and passionate until I’m seeing stars and rainbows behind my eyelids. God, this man. He’s everything.
We end up making out for minutes on end until we’re steamy and breathing ragged once more. Lazarus eventually carries me into the bathroom, both of us naked and running to avoid Merci potentially spotting us. I know she’s home, since it’s Sunday, and I’m sure she heard us. The walls aren’t exactly thick in this place, and we’ve been plenty loud. I know I’ll have some explaining to do, but that will have to wait.
Because right now is shower time with Lazarus Weston.
The shower consists of ten minutes of actual washing, followed by several more leisurely minutes of hot sex, during which I’m pressed up against the tiles while Lazarus pounds into me from behind. I’m quickly discovering that the man is a sex machine. Not that I personally know much about the male sex-drive. But what I do know is that my godfather is a beast, and I can easily see us lying around humping all day every day.
And at the rate I’m going, I might have to quit all my jobs and just chain myself to the guy. It’s only been a few hours since I lost my virginity, and already I want to spend the rest of my life with him between my legs. Maybe that sounds slutty, but I can’t find any fucks to give when I finally have the literal man of my dreams and his wonder-dick that destroys me in the best possible ways.
Once we’re sufficiently sexed-up, sore muscles and chafing aside, we get dressed and leave my bedroom. I feel bad that Lazarus only has his dress clothes to wear, but he doesn’t seem to mind, rocking his tailored pants and dress shirt only half-buttoned, hair wet, looking like a model who just stepped off the pages of GQ.
We wander into the living room and Merci, who is sitting on the couch, looks up from her phone, giving us a wickedly knowing smirk which brings a heated flush to my cheeks. She definitely heard us.
She heard us a lot.
“Why hello, Lazarus,” she murmurs at him, eyes sliding up and down his tall frame. “Nice to see you again.”
“Likewise,” he grumbles, that signature uninterested tone giving me chills. I notice him glancing at his wrist, though his watch isn’t there.
“It’s on my nightstand,” I tell him and he gives me a calm smile, slipping away to get his Rolex.
I can feel Merci glaring at me, to which I sigh and plop down next to her on the couch. “What? I know you have things to say, so just get it over with.”
She grabs my shoulders abruptly, turning me to face her fast enough that I startle and almost topple over.
“You slept with him!” She shrieks, quietly, since Lazarus is within an ear-shot.
“Yes, yes. I did,” I roll my eyes, though my mouth clearly didn’t get the play it cool memo, because it’s breaking out into the widest, Cheshire-Cat-like smile ever.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you lost your V-card to your dad’s best friend!” She bounces around. “You’ve been in love with him for so long! This is nuts.”
“Okay, please stop narrating my life. And shhh!” I peer over at the door to my bedroom, where Lazarus still is. “Please shut up. You’ll scare him off. I don’t want to do anything that will make him reconsider this.”
“Reconsider what?” Merci asks, intrigued. “Are you guys dating or something?”
“No, but it’s obvious he wants to keep sleeping together. I think maybe he’s still sort of high on it and hasn’t thought about how much this would destroy my dad if he found out. And I just want to keep him blissfully mine for as long as possible before he heads for the hills.”
“Yea, good luck with that,” Merci chuckles and I elbow her. “Alright, well I’m going to need all the dirty details the second he leaves. Don’t think you’re getting off easy, like you did with Big Dick Daddy in there.”
I pull a horrified face, and she snorts out a laugh.
“That’s disgusting,” I mutter, and she falls onto her side laughing.
Lazarus wanders around the corner, Rollie on his wrist, texting and oblivious to our ridiculous conversation. He has a serious look on his face, and I hope it’s just work stuff and not my dad, though if I were to place a wager, I’d say it’s definitely the latter.
“Did you know it’s one o’clock?” He asks, eyes not once leaving his phone, so I’m not sure who he’s talking to or if he’s looking for a response. His gaze lifts to me and I shrug. “I should probably get going…”
“But aren’t you hungry?” I twirl my hair around my finger, desperate for him to stay just a little longer. “Let’s order pizza.”
“What about your leftover nuggets?” He grins, and my heart melts. I love that damn smile, man.
“Yea, I was never going to eat those,” I smirk then get up and prance over to him. “Just stay for lunch.” He narrows his gaze at me and I give him a seductive little pout. “Please, baby?” My fingers slink up the nape of his neck into his hair while I press my tits into his ribs. “Pretty please with whipped cream and cherries…”
He makes a sound like a sexy animal, vibrating into me and making me wet all over again. It’s insane how much my body responds to him.
“Mmm fine,” he rasps next to my ear, sending tingles through my insides. “Just for a little bit, though.”
“Yay. Thank you.” I hug him to me, wiggling as he wraps his arms loosely around my waist.
“Now, where’s all this whipped cream and cherry stuff you speak of?” He
kisses behind my ear and I giggle, feeling his smile on my face.
“We’ll get to that later, Scary Spice. For now, what do you like on your pizza?” I peek up at him and he makes a face.
“You know I love Hawaiian pizza, only with -”
“Bacon instead of ham. Right,” I cut him off with a pleasant grin. “How could I forget? It’s been you and Dad’s favorite since forever.”
His smile turns wary at mention of my father, but he pushes past it, which is a relief. “Yea, and you took after your mother, always hating on our delicious pizza preferences. I know you want veggie, so just get that. I’m okay with whatever you want.”
I give him an appreciative look. “That’s okay, we can get half and half.”
“Are you trying to butter me up, Little Trick? Because if so, pizza is the perfect way to do it.” He plays with my damp hair, while I marvel at how easy it is to just be with him.
I truly love this feeling. I’ve never experienced this kind of high.
“I just want to make you happy,” I murmur, then still because I really didn’t mean to say that out loud. But Lazarus doesn’t seem fazed by it.
Instead, he kisses my forehead and hands me his cell phone. “Order whatever you want, beautiful.”
Releasing me, he trots over to the couch, sitting down to relax while a shell-shocked Merci gapes at him. Then me. Then him. Then me again.
I make a face at her, silently warning her to leave it alone. It seems like Lazarus is content to be here with me and I don’t want anything scaring him off. Though if we’re being honest, he’s acting pretty boyfriendy at the moment, and it’s throwing me for a loop as much as it is my best friend.
I’m sure I’ll end up needing to talk to Lazarus about what we’re doing at some point, but for right now all I want to do is concentrate on keeping him.
Pulling up Grubhub on his phone, I order us a couple pizzas with his account, having them delivered to my address. Just as I’m finishing the order, a text comes through from my dad. I’m obviously not going to read it, but I catch a glimpse when it flashes at the top of the screen, and it says something like, thank you for taking care of her.
My stomach bottoms out, and for a very brief moment of sheer panic, I feel like I’m drowning in an endless sea of guilt, the riptide of my secrets and lies pulling me under fast. I close my eyes tight and focus on breathing, pushing all the overwhelming noise out of my brain as best I can.
I give Lazarus his phone and mutter a weak excuse me, rushing to my room to pop a Xanax. As soon as the familiar bitter taste floods my mouth, I can breathe again. I exhale long and steady, reminding myself that I’ve been in love with this man since I was thirteen. And even though it’s wrong to try to keep him, while forcing him to lie and hide things from my dad, he’s all I’ve wanted for so long that there’s no way finally getting him could be anything but right.
I know it would hurt my dad to find out about us, which is why he can’t find out. Not yet, anyway. I’m sure eventually we’ll need to tell him, but that’s a problem for future Traci to worry about.
Right now, all I need to do is go back out there and eat pizza with my best friend and the man I’ll gladly give up everything in the entire world for.
Even the love and respect of my father, apparently.
Lazarus ends up spending the entire day at our place. We eat our pizza and watch Schitt’s Creek for hours, before dozing off into a cuddly nap on the couch, which is ultimately interrupted by Merci banging things around in the kitchen.
Turns out she was supposed to see Viktor tonight and he blew her off, so she celebrated her annoyance by disturbing Lazarus and me.
I can be mad at her though, because I know how much she’s been vibing on that weird Russian. So we decide to cheer her up by ordering way too many tacos and playing Blackjack. Lazarus gives us a beginner’s lesson on how to count cards and Merci is convinced we should go to Vegas and sweep the house. It makes Lazarus laugh, which is pretty much the best part of the whole day.
Well, aside from what’s happening right now…
It’s after midnight and we’re in bed, where we’ve been for forty minutes already. And we’re naked, because I guess now that we’ve popped the cherry, not only my personal cherry but also the one belonging to our sexual relationship, we’re unfiltered and going at it like rabbits.
Lazarus is taking advantage of the flexibility that comes with banging a yoga instructor, holding my legs up by my head while he strokes his giant cock in and out of me, hitting a spot over and over and over that makes me squeal his name on each exhale.
I can’t get over how incredible he looks when he’s losing himself in me, muscles flexing all over, dark hair hanging in his face, gray eyes possessed with need; such a contrast to his usual indifference, it’s a turn-on in its own right.
He’s a revelation, and I’ve never been gladder in my entire life that I waited to lose my virginity. There were times I considered giving my V-card to some random cute guy at school, just to get it over with. Like when Lazarus was with Evangeline, and I had to watch them pretending they were happy, or even worse when he was single, and my social media stalking yielded nothing but evidence that we would never ever be a thing. All I wanted to do during those painful times was meet a relatively nice guy and give it up, hoping it might break whatever spell Lazarus seemed to unwittingly have on me.
But I could never do it. If I couldn’t even bring myself to date or kiss a boy, then how would I manage letting him pump into me for two unsatisfying minutes?
It was always Lazarus on my mind. All of my sexual desires, intimate fantasies and passionate needs, they all belonged to him, and he didn’t even know it. Aside from a couple brief celebrity crushes when I was much younger, my father’s best friend has always been the sole holder of my heart.
So I held out for him. And to say it paid off would be a colossal understatement.
Speaking of colossal…
“Jesus, Trix… I love watching my cock move in you.” Mr. Colossal brings his fingers to where we’re joined, tracing my lips as he stretches me to fit his thickness.
I glance down and see hot pink moving in and out of me. We had to borrow a condom from Merci, since Lazarus was out, and naturally she only had ridiculously colored ones. I pleaded with him to just play the pull-out game again, but he was vehemently against that idea.
Apparently Lazarus views me getting pregnant as the worst thing that could ever happen to humanity, and to be honest I sort of agree. I have no desire to have children, right now or maybe even ever, so I’m planning to hit up the clinic tomorrow to get some birth control, stat.
As amusing as it is to watch his giant dick wrapped in neon pink, it feels a zillion times better with him inside me bare.
Regardless of that, it still feels euphoric. I’m so close to reaching the finish line, my mind is being flooded with many dirty things I want to do with my man. The fact that I have him now, and he’s fucking me and loving it, sweeps me up into full obsession mode.
I want him to use me. I want him to take everything I can give until he’s satisfied. Then I’ll get off. It’s that bad.
He has me. Hook, line and sinker. And I never want to be tossed back.
“Lazarus.” I watch as he drops his perfect mouth to my tits, licking and sucking all over my nipples.
“What does my beautiful Little Trick need?” He asks while rolling his hips into me with such gracefully rippling movements, it seems like he was made to do this. “You wanna come on my cock, baby?”
I tug my lip between my teeth. “Yes.”
“Mmm. Come with every inch of me inside your sweet pussy.”
God, I love his dirty mouth.
“Fuck… please…” I thread my fingers in his hair and pull his face in line with mine, both of us panting, sweaty bodies sliding together. “I want, um, you to… touch me there again. Please.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle which has me clenching harder on him because of how
mother-loving sexy it is.
“You want me to play with your tight little ass, Trix?” He asks in between his hips smacking against my butt with his punishing thrusts that I’m going out of my mind for.
“Yes,” the word flies from my lips as I watch his gray eyes shine down at me.
“You’re so bad, baby,” he breathes. “I think we were made for each other.”
It’s almost alarming how he can send me soaring with only a few words. He holds the fate of my heart in his tattooed hand. I just hope he doesn’t crush it.
Lazarus abruptly pulls out of me and makes a twirl in the air with his finger, which I know means flip over. So I roll onto my belly and he smacks my ass, causing me to yelp.
“Good girl.” He cups my butt, spreading me open. He moves in between my legs, lifting my hips a little then plunging himself back into my pussy from behind, letting out a burst of air as he sinks all of his many inches between my welcoming walls. “Fuck. I love how your tight pussy swallows my cock.”
He wastes no time swirling his fingers around my wetness where he’s diving in deep, then slides them up to my rim, gently tracing. I’m shocked at how much I love this already. I would feel embarrassed by it if it didn’t send him into a frenzy of arousal.
Maybe some people just love butt stuff. I also love Lazarus, so I’m sure that has something to do with it.
His long fingers tease my ass for a moment, before he stuffs two of them inside me at once, forcing against the resistance, because of how full of his thick cock I currently am. I gasp the word yes out loud, and he groans, pushing the fingers all the way in. It burns, uncomfortable for only a moment before my body adjusts to him, easing into delicious warmth.
“Damn, Trix. I love filling you up like this,” he rambles, gripping my butt with one hand while the other works into me, matching his thrusts. “You like it, baby?”
“Yes… Lazarus…” My head is swimming as I press my face into the bed.
“You like me in your ass and your pussy at the same time?”
“I love it.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he reaches up and grips my headboard, holding on tight while he pounds into me. “I wanna fuck this perfect ass.”