Lily and the Billionaire: Vol. 2

by Ana Vela

  "Hey, umm… I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to go", she said, stifling a yawn. Her whole body felt ready to simply fall to the floor.

  "Sorry? It's so funny how often people say that here" he laughed. "You don't need to be sorry for anything! It's been a fantastic pleasure talking with you. I hope I didn't tire you out too much…"

  "Oh no, it wasn't you!" she assured him. "It's been an experience! Really." She looked him in the eyes, enjoying his powerful presence, almost as if he had some kind of huge force inside him; like a flood, controlled, and waiting to pour out at just the right moment.

  He moved towards her, giving her the impression of great energy, pulsating nearer.

  "Then perhaps you would grace me the enjoyment of a repeat experience?" he asked.

  She was already pulling her phone out of her bag, moved by his force, and handed it to him to put his number in. He did so with evident delight, and passed it back to her with another enigmatic, lingering glance. He got up to say goodbye, and kissed her politely, but tenderly, on the cheek. His lips were soft and almost humming with the power that she sensed so clearly from him. She tingled all over, closing her eyes for a second, drinking him in, forgetting herself. After a brief eternity she came to, and smiled at him.

  "Good night, Edwin", she said.

  "Good night, Lily.”

  She walked towards the door, and as she passed into the street she heard him once more.

  "Remember..." his smooth voice reaching her from deep within, "when we are giving our true gift, life is always easy."

  She paused under the awning, and nodded, though in some confusion. And as she took the final step, leaving the building, she felt like she was stepping through the gateway of a world of magic and wonder.

  As she walked towards the bus stop, fast to stop her legs from falling asleep, she realised that she had completely forgotten to pay for the tea. Oh well, she was sure Edwin would not mind. Especially if he was as loaded as he seemed. But if he was so rich and successful, why was he hanging out in a tiny, back street tea shop in South London? She wondered.

  ‘What a mysterious man,’ thought Lily, wondering what to make of him… not yet realising the depth of the enchantment.

  Over the next few days, she thought a lot about what Edwin had said about inspiration. And remembering that Daniel had asked her to become involved in an art project he was working on, she called him up, asking if she could begin painting with him.

  "Heeey, Lily!" he purred down the phone. "Of course you can! I can think of some fantastic things we can do with our…painting…" she could almost feel his erection through the airwaves, exciting her immensely.

  It was in very high spirits that she hunted out her art box and chose lovingly some of her favourite brushes, and a set of oil paints and one of watercolours, to take with her to Daniel's. He had said that he had materials but she wanted to bring some of hers anyway. It had been so long that it felt like a highly significant moment.

  Joanna, her flatmate, noticed Lily's unusual behaviour. "Wow! What are you going to paint?" she asked, highly intrigued.

  "I have no idea", admitted Lily, "but I'm sure I'm going to love it!"

  "Wow", said Joanna wistfully, "I wish my life was so exciting!"

  But maybe it can be, thought Lily as she sat on the bus to Daniel's place, looking out of the window at the winter sun beaming out for once, in a fleeting shaft of brilliance between the passing clouds. She supposed it was probably possible to find exciting things everywhere, if you looked. Maybe some people don't know how to look, though…

  She was definitely excited to get to Daniel's place. He had implied all kinds of things with his comments, and she was eagerly imagining them painting each other's entire bodies and then making wild sex-prints on a giant sheet.

  Or maybe I can paint things on him, she explored, fantasising about covering him in red with sexy little horns on his forehead, and a long, pointy tail. She giggled, breathing shallowly and glancing surreptitiously around to see if anyone on the bus could tell she was having erotic fantasies. Luckily they were all lost in their own individual worlds, plugged into headphones or staring at phone screens. At first Lily felt her arousal fading as she contemplated the all; not looking at each other; not speaking. But then she realised: they're probably all fantasising as well!

  At least, I hope they are…mused Lily. Licking her lips, she alighted and made her way eagerly to her rendez vous.

  She was still fantasising as she stood on Daniel's doorstep, and her knickers were already thoroughly moist by the time she entered his living room. He had relegated the cushions which habitually covered the floor liberally to the edges of the carpet, revealing a large space. She put down her bag and turned to him eagerly, her pussy moving almost without her noticing to point at him. "So," she said, "tell me all about your…project".

  He looked her up and down in unconcealed lust. She was wearing a tight red shirt which seemed to accentuate her curves in all the right places, and contrasted fantastically with her deep brown hair and green eyes.

  "Oh, it's a very exciting project,” he assured her, "it's going to be a mix of lots of different things… All of the most powerful media we can find, we will bring it together" - he stepped closer to Lily and clasped her hands - "bring it together in a fantastic fornication of colour and sound, and…" he pressed himself against her, rubbing his face on her neck, smelling the sweet smell of her arousal.

  "Of all the senses", he added softly.

  "Oh, really…" breathed Lily, very taken in. She pushed her face close to his, sticking out her tongue and licking his ears and cheeks.

  "All the senses, huh?" she asked, rolling her tongue over his lips, relishing his sighs of delight. She was feeling more and more that with Daniel, she could be all that she wanted to.

  "Mmmm…" he said, rubbing his whole body against hers. He was highly turned on by her excitement; more so than he had been even in their fully charged previous encounters.

  "Wow, Lily", he marvelled, "you are one sexy sexy lady!"

  They rubbed together again, enjoying each others' arousal, and he had to start unbuttoning that tight blouse of hers. He ripped the buttons open, so hard that one of them pinged off into a corner, making them both laugh.

  "Music!" cried Daniel, and hurried over to the speaker set. Lily followed him and began to fondle him from behind, feeling his delightfully wide penis through his trousers, pushing her hand down inside to grip him seductively. He gasped, barely able to concentrate on the music machine he was fiddling with.

  "This music is the kind of thing I'm talking about for our project", he explained - with difficulty, because her hand was producing a lot of gasps and moans from him.

  "Oh, really?" asked Lily, intrigued on one level but also desiring, well - him. She spun him around as he stopped fiddling and a funky mix of latino and ska came through the speakers, with a meltingly smooth saxophone gliding over the top. Daniel grabbed Lily and pulled her to the space in the middle of the floor, gripping her hands as they began to dance wildly to the music. They stepped forwards, close enough to rub their crotches against each other - then back, giving each other flirtatious looks. Daniel spun Lily around with his hand above her head and as she spun back into him, laughing, she grabbed the belt of his trousers and undid it, as they continued to dance.

  Delighting in their freeness, she began to pull his trousers down his legs, and he realised he could not hold back the huge waves of desire for her that were crashing over him. He stopped dancing and thrust himself out of the trousers, kicking them to the floor. Then he grabbed Lily and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately and massaging her through her trousers with his ever-stiffening penis. She responded with as much passion, tearing his boxers from him so unrestrainedly that she left red nail marks running down his thighs. The feeling of her clawing him excited him to even dizzier heights and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it roughly from her, then reached around her and clawed her bra
strap undone, ripping the bra from her boobs. She clutched his T-shirt and tugged it roughly over his head as he knelt down to kiss her breasts, growling softly as he devoured them, making her moan exquisitely.

  He stopped for a second to begin pulling off her trousers, but she, writhing around in pleasure, looked down at him and commanded, "Don't stop!"

  So he continued to gnaw hungrily at her pert breasts as he ripped her trousers and knickers from her. He gnawed his way up her body again, ending at her face, kissing her vigorously on the mouth and grabbing her bum from behind. He spun her around and threw her to the floor on her knees, straddling her from behind and pushing his fingers into her soaking wet pussy, making it instantly even wetter.

  She groaned in bliss, writhing on his fingers, then her passion overtook her and she sat up, turning, and grabbed his dick in her mouth, engulfing him and causing his entire body to shiver. She looked up at him as she slurped, turned on even more by his look of pure happiness. She sucked her fingers and played with his anus - finding his sensitive places more and more easily the more times she explored it. He shuddered and convulsed on her, fucking her mouth; her catching him with glee. She was feeling her passion overtake her increasingly uncontrollably now and she toyed with him with new vigour, sucking and fingering.

  But she needed more to fulfil this deep, roaring desire and she let go of his dick, taking her fingers out of his arse and pulling him down roughly to her on the floor. He responded so readily and seamlessly his cock was inside her before they knew it, pushing, questing - deeper and deeper he thrust himself, as they thrashed around on the carpet, shouting in ecstasy. She rolled him over so that she was straddling him and looking into his eyes she fucked him, harder and harder. He thrust his hips up energetically as she bounced on top of him - helping her to reach a more and more frantic rhythm.

  She had fucked him like this before but not with so much force: now, nothing was holding her back and she was pounding herself on his dick, clawing at his chest wildly and screaming - screaming - screaming… She convulsed and tipped her head right back, frozen in ecstasy as her orgasm throbbed over her, through her, out and around her - and all over him. Barely able to contain his total arousal, he pushed her up and guided her to the sofa, leaning her against it and then penetrating her from behind, pounding her almost as energetically as she had been pounding him. In a few delicious seconds his pounding increased to a feverish pitch and she, so sensitive after such an explosive orgasm, found herself coming again, this time with him, pushing her pussy up around his dick and wriggling with delight as he came inside her.

  The funky music was still playing and Lily, deliciously satisfied but remembering her arty fantasies from earlier, was eager to play more. Turning to Daniel, she inquired seductively, "how would you like to have some arty fun?"

  "Oh, Lily baby, there's nothing I'd like more," moaned Daniel, squeezing her bum.

  But he pulled his sticky cock from her and stood up, looking for his clothes. "But I'm afraid that there are some things I need to do"…

  Lily turned, sitting against the sofa and facing him, unsure whether he was being serious or not.

  "I can't think of anything better to do", she smiled beguilingly. But to her light dismay, she realised that Daniel really was being serious.

  "Oh, don't worry," he reassured her, as he finished re-dressing himself. "We'll have plenty of arty fun, next time…"

  During her next shift at work she was musing about this as she loaded glasses with lightning precision into the dishwasher. "But maybe he really did want to, but he genuinely remembered something that he had to do", mused Mia, with whom she had shared most of the story.

  "Hmmm," Lily pondered, "Maybe. But now that I think about it, every time I mention the art project he is very vague about it and then changes the subject".

  "Really? That does sound a bit suspicious".

  Lily sighed. "I was so looking forward to creating more art again, after such a long time. But he kind of…put me off a bit".

  Mia nodded, sympathetically. "I know what you mean. I haven't done any dancing for ages - not proper dancing, I mean, the kind which I trained in."

  "What kind is that again?" asked Lily.

  "Well…Flamenco, mainly. And some contemporary dance."

  "Wow!" said Lily, and Emily, who had come down to their end of the bar since there was no-one to serve, and was cleaning the coffee machine. This was always a good way of staying at the end of the bar for a long time at once if you wanted to chat. Knowing this, the girls usually left the machine to get filthy so that they could really get into a good gossip when they felt it was necessary. It was not particularly nice to the customers considering they charged 3.50 per coffee, but the social aspect of this job was by far the only real perk so they felt justified in their actions.

  "Yeah, well, anyway, I don't know if you remember that guy I was getting with a couple of months ago - Luke was his name", continued Mia.

  "Oh yes, the Mancunian?" nodded Emily.

  "Oh aye", said Mia, putting on a pretty good Manchester accent, "that were 'im". They giggled childishly.

  "Well, he was the manager or something of this community centre down in Greenwich, and he kept telling me that he could get me a space there for free to set up some workshops or something" carried on Mia.

  "That sounds amazing!" commented Lily, "renting out one of those spaces would cost a fortune, wouldn't it?"

  "Exactly, don't even dream about it", said Mia.

  "So…did he?" asked Emily, struggling with the different parts of the coffee machine, some of which were so grimy they would not budge. Lily moved over to help her twist them off.

  "He kept saying that he'd sort it out", said Mia, "and I was so excited that I barely noticed that it had already been a month or more that he said that, with no action".

  "Oh." the other girls were disappointed.

  "So, no dance space," sighed Mia.

  "And probably no painting in Daniel's project" agreed Lily.

  "If he even has a project", added Mia, with suspicion.

  "Ladies! Come on!" cried Emily, finally wrenching free the coffee-holding part of the machine and spilling coffee grounds everywhere. The other girls began looking for cleaning products with glee - something else to prolong their task.

  "Come on", continued Emily, as they began sweeping up, "you don't need men to follow your dreams! Lily, why don't you just do your painting now?"

  Lily laughed. "Right now? Where?"

  "On Bill's face", suggested Mia from the sink and they laughed.

  "No, really!" said Emily. "I mean, what's stopping you?"

  Lily considered. "Well, I don't have canvases, for a start. And I don't really have enough time….I'm just always working. At least, that's how it feels".

  "Except when you're having raunchy adventures with Indie boy", pointed out Mia mischievously.

  "Well yes obviously of course, but that is necessary for my health", said Lily, setting the other girls tittering.

  "Why do you call him Indie boy?" asked Emily curiously.

  "Doesn't he look like he's in an Indie band to you? You know, the tight trousers, messy hair - he looks like he should be singing in a whiney voice about how the world is so great but he is just hurting so much…"

  All three girls collapsed in laughter, Lily gasping, "I'm guessing you're not that much of a fan of Indie music, huh?!"

  "But, anyway", said Emily after they composed themselves, “I think these are just excuses. If you really felt inspired, don't you think you would be painting now? Who cares if you don't have canvases! Most of the stuff at the Tate Modern is a completely random assortment of items anyway. Maybe just use your imagination!"

  "Yeah", pointed out Mia, "I'm sure you have more imagination than some of the artists that get put on at the Tate Modern".

  "But what do I need to do to feel inspired…?" mused Lily, half to herself.

  "I know what you need," said Mia. "More money, honey!"

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bsp; "Well, that would be useful…"

  "Why don't you just get married to some rich guy?" suggested Magda, walking in at that moment. Emily snorted in disgust. "You're not being serious?!"

  "Well, why not?!" asked Magda. "That's what I want to do. If I marry someone who can provide for me completely, then I can be free to do whatever I want to do".

  "And what is that?" asked Lily.

  "Well, loads of stuff. I want to finish my Reiki training, then I will be able to heal people", said Magda. "But it's like you say, with no money, it's impossible".

  "I don't think you would be free if you were dependent on your husband, though", pointed out Mia, "Surely he would have some conditions attached…"

  "I don't care, as long as he gave me enough space for what I need", said Magda confidently.