She gasps, twists along the bed, her hands sliding into my hair.
I nip and bite and suck at the skin along her inner thighs. I probably leave bruises, but to judge by the way she’s moaning my name and arching up into me, she doesn’t mind.
Finally, when I peek up and find her red-faced, breathing hard, I reach under her to grip her ass, and draw her down to the edge of the bed. “Tell me what you want,” I say, voice low in the back of my throat.
“I want you to lick my pussy,” she says, eyes hooded as they meet mine.
I lean down, peeling apart her pussy lips with two fingers, spreading her wide for me, and slowly, slowly, I drag my tongue along her slit. Fuck. She tastes amazing. The same way she smells, clear and almost a little sweet, with a hint of salt. It’s dizzying, going straight to my head.
“Yes,” she breathes out, arching up against my face as her hands tighten in my hair. “Right there.”
I drag my tongue back and forth, up and down her slit, savoring her juices, the taste of her, the scent, filling my senses with Tilly. Then I stop. Grin up at her. “You taste so fucking good, Tilly. Has anyone ever told you what a delicious fucking pussy you have?”
“Please,” she pants. “More.”
But I keep going slow, waiting until her hips are bucking off the bed toward me. Only then do I lean forward and ease my tongue into her, an inch at a time, feeling the way her tight pussy contracts around me, her hips jerking with want, even though she’s clearly trying to control herself.
I draw back, still smiling.
Her eyes narrow in response. “You’re… enjoying this… aren’t you?”
“Tormenting you?” I raise an eyebrow. “Yes.”
Her jaw tenses. “Tease.”
“Not at all.” I lean back in to lick her clit directly, just once, but hard enough to make her gasp and jerk beneath me again. “I just want to hear you beg, that’s all.”
She swallows with an effort, and shuts her eyes, as though steeling herself. But as I continue to tease her with my tongue, she relents, her hands fisting in my hair. “Please lick me. Fuck me with that dirty tongue, Killian, please.”
It’s the last word that gets me, the raw way she says it: please. I start to lick her faster, plunging my tongue into her pussy and curling it so the tip drags along her inner wall, finding that sweet sensitive spot that makes her body shudder. I dig my hands into her ass, pull her hips toward my face as I eat her like I’m starving for her—and I am.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. “Yes, fuck… I’m… so close…”
I draw my tongue out then, flatten it like a blade and lap along her slit up to her clit, over and over.
“Fuck, fuck… I’m going to come,” she manages to breathe, and I just press closer, clamp my mouth over her pussy and drag my tongue along her clit, over and over until she wraps her legs around my head, her fists balled in my hair, and cries out loud, her cry echoing through the room as her whole body arches up off the bed.
As the last after-shock shudders of her orgasm fade, I release her ass, let her hips fall back to the sheets and slowly pull away, kissing my way up her hips, over them to her belly, where I flick my tongue into her navel. I can still feel her juices along my chin, taste them in my mouth, but I’m enjoying the way they combine with the saltier taste of her body as well. I slide up to circle my tongue around her breasts, and find her nipples hard. I toy with one with one hand, as I lick and suck at the other.
Her heart is still racing. I can feel it as I slide my way up to her face. Then I catch her chin and pull her into a deep, hard kiss, knowing she can taste herself on my mouth, her flavor mingled with my own.
When we pull apart, she’s staring at me with glazed eyes. “Fuck,” she manages.
I laugh, and raise an eyebrow. “Why yes, actually.” My voice drops lower with desire. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
In response, she wraps her legs around my waist, just as I lie down along her, our bodies touching, every inch of us. I can feel my cock pressing into the soft skin of her belly, and I ease lower to position myself, before I reach across the bed to a little shelf nearby, and pull out a packet of condoms I keep stored there.
I tear the packet with my teeth, but before I can unroll it, Tilly plucks it from my fingers and unrolls it down the length of my cock herself. The soft brush of her fingertips along my shaft drive me fucking wild—as if she didn’t make me hot enough for her already.
“Tell me how you want me,” she whispers, her breath a whisper against my cheek, and I catch both her hands and raise them over her head, pinning her to the mattress.
“I want to claim you for my own,” I reply, quiet but steady, and I savor the way her breath catches, her chest heaves against mine, nipples hard enough to dig into my chest muscles where I lie along her.
Still holding her there, arms pinned overhead, I reach down with my free hand to spread her thighs, and then I catch the base of my shaft. I guide myself to her entrance, teasing the tip of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her juices. “I love how wet you get for me,” I tell her, eyes hooded with lust.
Her breath catches in her throat, and it takes her a second to respond, as I position myself at her entrance and arch my back to press into her. Just the very tip of my cock, but already I want to groan, because fuck. Her pussy is so hot, so tight around me, it feels like a glove.
“I’ve been… wet all day,” she admits in a whisper, her breath still coming short, her eyes finding mine once more. “Fantasizing about you.”
I press deeper into her, inch by inch. “I’ve wanted you since the minute I saw you.”
Her eyes flutter shut and her thighs tighten around my hips as I fill her. For a moment, I pause there, fully inside her, savoring the sensation of her pussy like a fist around my thick cock, her walls straining around me. Then I draw back and thrust back into her, faster this time. Harder.
She moans and bucks up toward me, angling her hips upward to grant me better access.
I slide my hands down her sexy, perfect fucking curves, and grip her hips tightly. I draw back and thrust again. Again. Her moans grow louder. “That’s right, dirty girl.” I tighten my grip on her hips. Thrust faster. “Let me hear how much you want this.”
I shift back then, switch positions so I’m holding her hips in front of me and kneeling in front of her, my cock dragging along her inner walls, pressing against the front as I thrust against her. She cries aloud now, and that sexy, throaty, coming-undone sound sends a pulse of white hot desire straight to my cock. I love watching her writhe across the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets, knowing that I’m making her feel this, I’m driving her wild.
“I’m… so close…” she pants, her breath hard and fast, and I slide my hand down between her legs to stroke against her clit with my thumb, even as I continue to fuck her hard.
“Come for me, Tilly,” I say, my voice low and hard.
She does, almost at once, her pussy clenching around me as she cries out, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm. Her voice sounds raw, and that drives me wild, too, the way she screams with abandon.
I keep my eyes locked on hers, savor the sight of her panting and breathless, her eyes glazed with pleasure, as I thrust into her again, again, and finally, I growl through gritted teeth, coming hard inside her.
When we’re finished, I lie beside her, tracing lazy circles across her chest, watching her slowly come back into herself, her eyes still half-dazed with pleasure. I cup her cheek and tilt her face toward mine, kissing her softer now, savoring the sweet taste of her lips on mine.
“You are a fucking wonder,” I murmur against her lips.
She laughs, breathy, and draws back just far enough to catch my eyes with hers, that mysterious, teasing glint in hers once more. “That was…” She shakes her head, laughing again, softer now. But then something seems to snag in her expression, as if she’s just remembered something. Her face shuts
off at once, like a door slamming shut. She sits up and squints toward the pool house doors. “I should get going.”
I prop myself up on an elbow to watch her, loving the way the light beads over her skin, savoring the view of that perfectly round ass of hers as she bends down to pick up her discarded clothes. Fuck, I could watch this girl dress all day.
Though I prefer watching her undress. Or better yet, doing it myself. “Feel free to stay if you’d like,” I say, but she’s already tugging her jeans on one leg at a time. She shakes her head so hard it sends her blonde hair flying, before she tucks it behind one ear to glance back at me.
“Thanks, but I should really… yeah.” She grabs her shirt, yanks that over her head. I stand and cross over to her, and catch her wrist just before she reaches for the door.
“I’m glad you came back,” I tell her.
She smiles, and some of the nervousness leaves her expression, then. “Me, too,” she whispers.
4
Tilly
I hold my breath as I turn the keys in the lock of my apartment. They jangle like a damn warning bell, and I catch them with my other hand as I gently ease the door open, trying not to make a sound. The last thing I want to do is wake up Jayne, and have to explain where the hell I’ve—
Click.
I freeze in the doorway like a deer in headlights—or rather, more like a naughty teenager caught sneaking back into her apartment by her mother.
Sitting across from me on the couch we rescued from a yard sale together, and managed to lug up three flights of steps despite our tiny frames, sits my roommate and closest friend, Jayne. She’s got one hand on the lamp she just switched on. The other rests on the TV remote, which flickers in the background, though she’s muted it for now.
I brace myself for an explosion, which is obviously coming because, on top of her favorite cozy pajama bottoms, Jayne is still wearing her enormous bright blue Party Princess dress.
“Where have you been?” she asks, one eyebrow arched. Then she drops her hand from the light and reaches for the other thing beside her on the sofa—a giant tub of ice cream with a spoon sticking out. Even from here, I can tell she’s already eaten half of it.
Uh oh. Not a good night for me to pull a… well. Whatever the hell I just did. My stomach clenches.
“Out,” I reply. “Why are you still up creeping around in the dark like a hall monitor? Or my mother,” I add, as I cross the living room to join her on the sofa.
She’s got Gilmore Girls muted on the TV. More red alerts. She only ever watches that when she’s in desperate need of cheering up.
“Oh, I dunno, maybe because I’ve been stuck in this damn thing since 7pm.” Jayne grabs a handful of the mesh skirt and flings it skyward in demonstration. “Did you forget I had a gig today too? Or that you promised me you’d be home before me to help me out of this?”
I chew on the inside of my lip. “I, er…”
“I had to drive like, two and a half hours to that damn party, and it was a complete shit show—the parents didn’t help at all, the birthday girl was a total terror, her friends were even worse—I’m lucky I made it out of there with my dress and sanity in tact. And then, after driving all the way back here thinking of nothing more than a hot shower and a cozy night in with my roommate who promised to help me undress and have a chill movie night tonight—”
“I’m sorry, Jayne!” I interrupt, hands up in surrender. “Something unexpected came up.”
Jayne raises a lone eyebrow, skeptical as hell. “What sort of emergency could possibly have cropped up at this hour?” She glances pointedly at the clock on the far side of the room. It’s well past midnight now. Jayne knows me well—I’m not a partier, or the kind of person to do anything on the fly. Especially not something like what I just did—hooking up with some guy I barely know, some guy who is totally off-limits, because I’m supposed to be working for him. Granted, just for a day, but still…
“Look, do you want help out of the dress or not?” I say to change the subject, and with a huff, Jayne sets down her ice cream and turns her back to me. I begin the complicated process of unlacing the corset top to her gown. I don’t envy her that—me, I chose a dress with a zipper. But she needs laced in and out of her dress for every event she has.
Granted, she doesn’t do nearly as many of these parties as I do, since she also has a perfectly normal day job at a day care center, but still.
I can’t believe I forgot I promised to help her out tonight. Or that I skipped a movie night. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t text you,” I say as I finish unlacing her. “I didn’t expect to be out so late. I just got sort of… caught up in something.”
She stands up in a flounce of tulle. It sends a cascade of glitter through the air, some of which is still stuck to our couch. No big deal. Our apartment, and most things inside it that we own, exist in a permanent state of half-glittered-ness. Comes with the job. “I hope it was something really exciting,” she says as she makes her way toward her room. “Or someone,” she adds over her shoulder, joking.
But when I don’t respond, she freezes in the doorway and spins back to me, holding her dress up with one hand, her eyes wide. “Oh, my god. Tilly, you little slut!” But she says it with a huge grin on her face and an appreciative lift of her eyebrows. “Who is he? Tell me everything.” She ducks into her room then, but continues to shout through the door. “This is just about the only acceptable reason to leave me trapped in a party dress all night, I’ll have you know!”
I burst into laughter. “Ugh, okay, fine. Yes I was with a guy!” I shout.
She reemerges in full pajamas now and practically sprints to the couch to grab her ice cream. “Spill. All the juicy details. Who, where, when? Was he hot? Tell me he’s hot.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I sigh, my eyes drifting as I remember the way he looked in the guesthouse as he stripped. The moonlight painted stripes across his stomach, his abs so defined they cast shadows of their own. Not to mention those sharp cheekbones, and sharper eyes, focused on me like lasers as he licked and kissed his way down my body. And the way his stubble scratched at my soft skin when he slid between my legs, or how his rough hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise me as he fucked me, his thick cock spreading my walls wide…
I swallow hard. “Really, really hot,” I say, clearing my throat. “But in an older way, you know, and smart too. Great with kids…”
“Oh my god.” Jayne freezes again, a spoon of ice cream halfway to her mouth. “Tell me you didn’t hook up with one of the dads at the party.”
I laugh. My cheeks go bright red. “Not one of the dads.”
“Phew,” she says, rolling her eyes, before I finish.
“The dad. The one who hired me.”
“Tilly!” She spits out the spoon. “What about his wife?”
“He’s divorced!” I protest. “He told me that first thing—what kind of person do you take me for?”
She relaxes a little, but she’s still shaking her head. “You know it’s against the rules. That’s like, on page one of that ridiculously long contract Trish made us sign.”
“A contract which I’m pretty sure would not hold up in any court of law,” I point out. “I’m pretty sure you can’t contractually mandate your workers not to have consensual adult relationships with people who aren’t also company employees. Or force your employees to pay for all the wear and tear to the ridiculous gowns you force them to wear as part of their employment, come to think of it. We should unionize, you know, try and get more rights—”
“Tilly.” Jayne stares at me, an uncharacteristically serious expression on her plump, friendly face. “You know you’re already in hot water with Tricia. She’s been really mad about the gown issues you’ve had. This would send her over the edge. And unless you really want to drag a case through small claims court for the kind of petty cash we make, I don’t know if it’d be worth your while to sue her if she lets you go. Plus, Trish told you she’d refe
r you to that friend of hers who works at Random House, right? The one in the children’s books department, the editor…”
I let out a sharp sigh. “I know. You’re right. I need her. And this job. But…” I shake my head, running my hands through my hair. “You didn’t see him, Jayne. He was impossible to resist, like a freaking black hole of sexy. And the way he stared at me, the way he talked when we hooked up, fuck—”
“You already banged him?!” Jayne smacks my elbow, albeit playfully. “Damn, girl, way to get right in there.” She tilts her head, considering. “Well, hey. If it was just a one-off with a super hottie, I don’t see what the big deal is. As long as we make sure Tricia never finds out.”
“She won’t.” I shake my head.
“Good.” The worry disappears from Jayne’s expression now, replaced by eager curiosity. She scoots closer to me on the couch, Gilmore Girls completely forgotten now. “Okay. Now, spill the juicy details.”
I laugh, and start to explain how we met. But in my retelling of the night, what I don’t mention is what happened when I left. When Killian walked me out to my car, kissed me at the door, and slipped my phone out of my pocket. Before I could react, he programmed his number into my phone. Hit call, so we’d both have each other’s digits.
Then he winked, and walked back into his house without a backward glance, leaving me to start my car and drive away all on my own, a dangerous hope beating in my chest.
Now, I just end the story after the hookup. “That was it,” I tell Jayne, and I almost believe myself. “It was super hot, really fucking fun, but just that. A one night thing.”
“He didn’t even ask you for your number?” Jayne pouts. “Rude.”
I shake my head. “It’s fine. We were both on the same page. One and done. He’s great in bed, but like you said, I need this job, and Tricia’s goodwill. So it ends there.” With that, I stand up and cross into my bedroom, wishing Jayne a good rest of the night.
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