Lily had my head locked in a vice grip trying to stop my tongue fucking her. Her orgasm making her shudder in hard pulses, the pleasure was so intense for her. My arms clamped around her thighs, and held her down and kept going, I was making her ride it out, punishing her with pleasure. One orgasm gave way to another. “Fuck me, no… please… I’m going to die… stop… stop!” She twisted to get away from me, begging me to stop.
“Please… no more,” she whined and pleaded. Chuckling softly, I stopped and sat back on my heels on the floor. I was wiping my mouth, and she stared at me, all flushed and post- cum perfect. I crawled over her and kissed her roughly. “That was for last night. I owed you one, since I let you fall on your ass, then I passed out.” I was still feeling pretty pissed I let that happen.
She groaned and rolled over closing her eyes.
I propped myself up on my elbow beside her head and pursed my lips, I needed to come. “Oh. No! You don’t get to do that,” I admonished slapping her playfully on her ass. “Come on honey, time is marching on, my turn!”
Lily peered through one eye at me. “Are you fucking kidding me, really? I don’t think I can move, let alone to do whatever else you have up your sleeve.”
That comment made me smirk, she was sassy when she wanted to be. “Here, read this.” I shoved my wrist up at her face. “Don’t limit your challenges, challenge your limits.”
“Trust me Alfie. My limits have been well and truly challenged,” she mumbled.
“Nonsense!” I couldn’t help smirking again. “Think of me as a challenge.” I winked before shucking my sweat pants to the floor. Lily eyes fell to my dick, so I took it in my palm and started to stroke myself gently. She was watching me, and I grazed my thumb over my apa, and smiled when she let out a tiny sigh. I didn’t think she was even aware she did it.
Lily groaned and said, “You’ll need to come here,” in a soft, tired voice.
Laughing at her expression I commented, “Exactly my intention lady, right here.” I pointed with my index finger down toward the bed.
Crawling up the length of her, I lined my dick with her mouth. I knew she must be sore from last night. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel more uncomfortable. I wanted her to remember what happened when she moved today, but not to the extent that she never wanted a repeat performance.
Besides, I desperately wanted to fuck her mouth. The thought that what I was doing, might have been another first for her heightening my own excitement. My chest tightened with excitement at that thought and every beat of my heart was like a build up to the act.
Lily surprised me by flicking her tongue at my glans suddenly, then teasing my apa around. “Christ!” I moaned, hissing then inhaling deeply. A jolt of electricity sparked so deep inside me I almost lost my load there and then.
“Stroke it,” I encouraged softly as she placed her lips over the head, kissing my length and lightly fluttering her tongue over it. Her mouth was driving me fucking crazy, and when she grazed her rough taste buds across my glans, the sensation almost knocked me on my ass.
I gasped and shuddered. My body trembling with the sensation of what she was doing, and when she smiled up at me holding my cock, the overwhelming mesh of feelings I had for her was…no words could describe it. She smiled up at me with her cock in my hand and seeing her like that was too much for me.
“Fuck,” I growled, right before she took me in her mouth. Lily behaved like a pro at giving head, just the right amount of grip, sliding me in a bit then halfway, grasping firmly on the base, stroking over the head and sucking my balls. She sucked in her cheeks forming a vacuum around me, holding my cock and balls with two hands, increasing the pace.
“Sweet Jesus, you are so fucking good, I can’t believe I found you, I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough of you.” Spontaneously, my thoughts poured out, and I felt mad at myself that I seemed unable to stop myself from expressing my feelings about her. Placing my hand lightly on her head to keep it there, I added a little pressure by gently rocking my hips.
Lily pulled me out and it made a popping noise when I slipped out from her mouth. “Fuck!” The thrill from the vibration drove me wild. “God, I love when you do that,” I husked again without thinking.
A low growl tore from my throat, and I arched my back, pushing myself deeper into her mouth as I began to get lost in the moment. I hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but after the first time, Lily seemed to cope okay. Cupping and sucking my balls, using two hands to rub and gently scratched the skin between my balls and my ass with her fingernails. It was all amazing. Spreading my legs wider I groaned with the agonizing pleasure she was bringing to me.
“Sweet Jesus, this is too fucking amazing,” I hissed in almost a whisper.
Lily was learning to anticipate my reactions as well. She felt my balls tighten and began to suck harder, pulling my cock in the opposite direction. I took her head in both of her hands and was fucking her mouth gently, but soon was quickening the pace. I heard myself say shakily, “This is insane…I’m coming Lily, take me out of your mouth.” I dropped my hands from her head and tried to pull myself out of her mouth, but Lily ignored me, making me come in her mouth. And damn if she didn’t keep right on sucking me. She was staring up at me, like she was worshiping me and suddenly, my heart was on fire again for her.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled her gorgeous sexy smile.
I stood smiling down. Staring at her, and played with a curl of her hair. “Where did you learn that? You blew me away honey, literally!” She smirked, but didn’t say anything back to me. I fell back on the bed with my eyes closed, scared I’d say something I couldn’t take back. Lily was up off of the bed and left me lying there, disappearing downstairs.
I heard the shower start in the guest room, and my instincts were telling me to go after her. My head made me stay where I was, lying on the bed with my eyes closed, shutting her out. I didn’t move at all until I heard the front door click closed, and she’d gone.
I showered and dressed and made my way to campus. We arrived at the same time, but I couldn’t allow myself to associate with her. I got out of the car, and she was smiling at me. I mumbled I’d text her and set off without looking back. What a shitty way to treat her after everything, but it had to be done.
During the morning I had two groups I was sitting in with and although my mind was elsewhere, they were good sessions. At lunch time I was walking over toward the recording studios when I saw a few girls I’d been in a workshop with earlier that morning.
They were trying to harmonize, and it sounded off. I made my way over and sat down beside them. Kara appeared, and I knew she was lonely so I signaled for her to sit with the group. She sat down next to me but just looked like she was another student.
The group began discussing the technical aspects of good harmonies and a strand of hair fell into my eye. When I flicked my hair out of my eye, I caught sight of Lily about twenty feet away from me.
My eyes locked into hers instantly, and she held my gaze. Shit, I couldn’t talk to her here. How the hell was I going to deal with her? I just hadn’t thought any of this through, and it was a mess.
Lily began to smile, and I looked away. I couldn’t afford for people to know we were connected. I felt pretty shitty about my action, but I couldn’t speak to her without a reason. I picked up the conversation with the girls again, just as Kara was bitten on the face by a gnat. The small insect was still on her face so I brushed it off.
When I snuck a peek back at Lily she was pulling her cell out, because she had gotten a call. She walked past me, deep in conversation, and by the looks of things, whoever was talking to her was making her frown.
I watched her disappear out of sight, and my heart burned in my chest. I had to get out of there. There was too much to think about. Rising to my feet, I said my goodbyes and made my way home. By the time I got there I was barely functioning. Flopping down on the couch I lay staring at the small pict
ure of my parents that was still on the wall beside the window.
My life in the past six years had changed beyond all recognition. Everyone who mattered to me apart from my sister and my aunt were gone. First my mom died of cancer, then my dad drunk himself to death.
Even my sister Layla wasn’t interested in keeping in touch with me. Well it wasn’t really fair to think that, it was more that I was away quite a bit, touring with my band and getting more recognition for that. Recognition means more work, more work means touring, and touring means less time for family.
So there was my band, and worrying about Kara and Poppy, their safety, and the constant need to earn money. I was trying to be everything to everyone—work, college, my band, and the girls. They all relied on me, and it was tough trying to keep all the balls in the air at once and stop everything from crashing around my ears.
If I was honest, I should cut Layla some slack really, but she still won’t come back to the house since Dad died. She couldn’t deal with the feelings this place evoked in her.
Turning my head I could see time pressing, so I headed to the shower and to get ready for work this evening. It was the last thing I wanted to do. Playing with my band was one thing—escorting, my other source of income, was something else entirely. However, I needed the money to help keep Kara and Poppy safe. Seeing Poppy and thinking about my best friend Gary always gave me reason not to quit the escorting business.
Chapter 8 – Tugging Heart Strings
Gary was my best friend. Well I had two really. Drew, from our mutual love of music, had always been amazingly supportive and honest with me. The guy grounded me, and I didn’t think I could ever repay him for the love and support he gave to Layla and me during my mom’s illness and when my parents died.
Gary was my other best friend and still haunted my thoughts every day. The guy was so vibrant and full of life. He was sporty and well…he’d just always been there for me through high school. I loved him like a brother and the stuff we got into as teenagers before my mom got sick were some of the best times of my life.
We didn’t see that much of each other during the time I was at college, life just got in the way. So I couldn’t believe when Gary called, telling me he’d signed up for the Army. Boy, I was angry with him. The dude got posted to a hostile country overseas and when he left, he had worried the hell out of me.
But Gary was Gary—independent, fit, an amazing athlete, and damn, he had the smartest mouth. The guy could have talked his way out of cling film wrapping, and we all knew how hard it was to unpeel that shit when it got tangled.
I remember Kara calling me all excited that his tour was finishing and asking me to take her to the airport to welcome him home. She didn’t have a car, and Gary wouldn’t let her drive the precious old muscle car he had rebuilt. To be honest, I’d been in the car when she drove once and was scared shitless, so I could understand Gary not wanting her to drive it.
We made arrangements for me to pick her up and left her to organize a party for his homecoming. Less than twenty-four hours later, there was a guy at my door dressed in a smart Army uniform, regretting my loss and handing me a letter from him. Gary had driven over a landmine, and that was it. A young man in the prime of his life, snuffed out in a heartbeat.
Kara was devastated and was already estranged from her family. She’d been young and left to live with him against the wishes of her parents. They cut her off like she didn’t exist anymore. She tried to tell me that her parents would have gloated about her losing Gary, something I just couldn’t believe when I heard her say it.
In my mind, I assumed she was being dramatic because she was so emotional over her loss. I persuaded her to go speak with them, sure that they would surround and support her in her time of need. They were her blood after all was said and done.
She was shaking with nerves as we drove to their place and twice she begged me to turn the car around. I thought she was fearful of a lecture from her parents. No one really wants to hear, “I told you so”, especially when you are grieving. I was certain that whatever their differences, they’d be put to the side, now that their daughter needed support.
How wrong was I? Her parents were a match made in hell. They were both as hard hearted as each other, and when they opened the door, and Kara said hello in her weak pathetically small voice, I scooped her into my chest in a tight hug.
The response from her parents was disgusting. Telling Kara she’d made her bed and now she must lie in it, before closing the door on her and leaving us standing on that battered old driftwood porch of theirs.
Obviously, with nowhere else to go, she had to come home with me. She wasn’t married, and they had no kids so the Army wasn’t going to take care of her. Gary’s in-service death benefits went to his widowed Mom, and they didn’t get along either. And, if money wasn’t Kara’s only issue, she wasn’t really in an emotional state where she could fend for herself.
So I inherited a lodger, but it was immediately apparent she was going to drive me to distraction. The poor decisions she made every day meant I had to keep a constant watch over her. She begged me to help her escort, something I was on the verge of giving up now that my college days were over.
Apart from that, Gary would have beaten my ass for introducing her to something like that. She was too gullible to survive in that game. But when she started to network with some sleazy guys who were on the edge of the porn industry, I relented, thinking that I could keep an eye on her better if I kept her close.
This was another poor decision on my part. Kara met a guy, who became her new boyfriend, and moved out. I was relieved in the sense she was no longer living with me but feared for her in another. Turned out he was a drug dealer and an all- round nasty piece of work. I didn’t know the full story, but one night he brought an associate home, and they were drunk.
Kara was pissed at her boyfriend for bringing the guy home, and they both turned on her. She was raped and beaten by them and fell pregnant that night. It was fifty-fifty who the father was. So once again, she needed my help. Gary’s letter asked me to take care of Kara. Gary was a hero, and this was the least I could do.
She was back in my home for two days when we heard the guy had taken a contract out on her if she didn’t go back. I didn’t want her back living with me, and as luck would have it, I bumped into one of my favorite professors at college. He had an opening for a mentor in his music program, and I happened to have the qualifications he wanted.
So the arrangement was that I worked in a mentoring capacity but incognito to the students. I didn’t want the students to feel they couldn’t express themselves around me because of my position, especially when it came to music. It might affect their artistic flow. My position at college meant that instead of payment, I would have an apartment for the use of my ‘family.’
The one thing I wasn’t happy about was when my professor gave me a knowing nudge and commented that I was conforming to the stereotype as a rock band member, having a little family tucked away, while I lived the life of a musician on the road. He implied that she was my stay-at-home, while I played away with the groupies.
It couldn’t have been further from the truth, but I couldn’t even defend myself and that sucked. We were scared shitless about the contract, even traveling out of state for her to give birth, just in case she was found. Her boyfriend was mad at her for making a fool out of him and was out for blood.
So Kara and Poppy lived on campus. It was ideal for now. She was young and could blend in and with me being on staff, it gave Poppy free day-care. There were other single parents and parents attending college, so Poppy going to day-care gave her the interaction with other kids, and Kara a breather sometimes. No one knew Kara’s history. So as far as people who knew we were connected were concerned, we were a family.
Shaking my head I couldn’t afford to think about Gary or Kara right at that moment. If I didn’t move myself along, I was going to be late. I just hoped the evening would be drama
free, and I could get home again by midnight.
When I collected Fiona, she looked good, just as she always did. The woman took care of herself, but I was wary of her. I had a strong feeling that if I looked at her for a second in a way she might misinterpret, her hand would have been down my pants, and I’d have been clearing my throat and trying to figure out how to let her down gently. I had no doubts about that.
We made it to the bar and through dinner drama free, and I did my level best to act attentive toward her. Sitting with Fiona wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. She was in good humor and as such, she was managing to keep her insecurities at bay. She was the worst of all of the women I escorted and at thirty-eight, the oldest.
Actually, she was the one woman I escorted that I didn’t like. Always flirting and touching me and she knew how I felt about that. I was not a piece of meat. I always had to reinforce the boundaries with her. I dropped her for a few weeks when she tried to take it past a business arrangement, but I needed the money so I relented and so here I was doing my job again with her.
The music in the bar was excellent. A duo was playing and was really talented. The girl’s voice was amazing, she could have sung anything, and I’d have been happy to listen to it. I’d heard her once before and wanted to check her out further. I had a song I’d written that I felt sure she’d sound great singing with me.
My eyes scanned the bar and fell on the back of her. Lily! She was the last person I expected to see, we were ten miles outside of town. I felt sick. Here I was sitting with another woman after the most incredible sixteen hours of my life with her. I needed to get the fuck out of there before she saw me. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was hurt her or for her to get the wrong idea about me.
I told Fiona that I had an early audition with the guys the next morning and asked if she would mind if we left. Luckily she agreed. She was exhausted because she’d flown in from the West coast this morning and had been up most of the previous night. Her tone was suggestive, and she delivered that particular comment with salacious smile. I swear the woman made my skin crawl sometimes, so there was no way I was expanding on that conversation with her.
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