Break it to Love

by Secret Narrative

  ‘Oh God, I’m sorry, that was selfish… I’ll make it up to you. I hope you’re on the pill.’

  ‘Mmm, yes, but it’s a bit late to ask don’t you think?’ Her eyes locked his, wide with pleasure. Scott’s heart constricted, and a sensation he didn’t recognise filled his senses. He couldn’t resist leaning down for more kisses. His cock stirred again, he moved his lips from hers to her nose, back to her mouth, and down, until his tongue found its target and Lizzie’s groans filled the room.

  Chapter Three

  Scott stretched and yawned. Instead of sweeping his gaze along the city skyline, he rolled over, rose onto one elbow, rested his head in his hand and stared down at the girl in his bed, her warm body touching his, caused a painful ache in his cock. He needed to take a slash, but resisted the urge; hardly daring breathe, he looked at her body, lingering on the exposed parts. One long, smooth leg was stretched out, the air conditioning cooling her skin, a perfect pedicure and her French manicure advertised Lizzie’s meticulous beauty regime. Scott remembered the previous night’s feasting. The bedroom looked as if an orgy had taken place, which he supposed it had. In a gluttonous, insatiable meal for two, he and Lizzie had devoured each other and he wanted more. The feast wasn’t finished. He hadn’t had his fill. Leaning a little closer, his breath on her face caused her to stir. Suddenly, her eyes locked his.

  Scott knew that look, it was already burned into him, his heart seemed to rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, clenching his chest, never had another person caused the physical awareness that Lizzie stimulated. His head trickled the usual commitment anxiety, but brushing aside his fear, he squashed reason, and gave himself over. She grabbed his neck, pulling him hard against her and their mouths clashed. Scott’s aching cock threatened to explode. ‘Christ knows how many hard-ons I’ve had since arriving home yesterday.’

  ‘Boasting again, old man? Proud because you can get it up at your age?’ Her words tailed off on a giggle.

  ‘You’re a minx, far too tempting for a mortal. I want to eat you.’

  ‘Didn’t you do that already? But I don’t mind if you’re still hungry.’

  Scott slithered down her body, perspiration shone on her skin, she smelled of him and her combined, their unique aroma drifting into the microscopic gap between them. He moved his tongue slowly up again, all the way up, and along her collarbone, cupping one breast, he teased the nipple of the other between his teeth and nibbled.

  ‘Oh God… that feels so yummy…’

  He teased her nipples until they stood out, hardened. He brushed his thumbs across the peaks. ‘Beautiful,’ he sighed, slowly circling alternately, paying equal attention to both. Licking, teasing, his saliva mixed with air, cooling her skin as he sucked at her breasts. Hungry for the taste of her, but keeping himself in check, he moved towards his ultimate goal. Taking his bodyweight, Scott worked his way to her thighs and the treasure between them. Parting her legs fully, he buried his face deep into Lizzie’s silkiness, her mound, dark and clipped, perfectly groomed, in keeping with everything else about her.

  ‘Delicious.’ He barely moved his mouth, vibrating against her clitoris. He held her inner lips open with his thumbs and pressed his tongue hard against her clit, pushing back the tiny hood. Feeling his heart somersault again, yearning for her tasty little nub, his cock ached, and he hardly knew which of the sensations flooding his body was most compelling. Exposing the head, tenderly exploring, introducing a thumb inside her as she began rising and falling beneath his attention.

  ‘That’s it, sweetheart, come on, darling, come for me,’ he gasped between long, sweeping licks, alert to her moans, reacting to the noises that had become familiar. Scott allowed his mind to drift back to their orgasm together, which incredibly, had been her first ever. The intensity had shocked him and her too. Thank goodness, nobody had been in earshot because Lizzie had made so much noise anyone would have thought she was being throttled. Her shrieks pierced him, and he offered to stop, but she, on her knees, doggy in front of him, while he moved in and out of her slick cunt with increasing tempo, his fingers diligently working her clit, had begged him to continue. The clenching muscles of her snug passage gripped his shaft. He had been scared of ejaculating too soon and it had taken every shred of willpower to halt the flood threatening to engulf him.

  ‘That’s it, you’re almost there… I can feel you. Oh God…’

  ‘Scott… ooh…Oh, Scott that was amazing, I didn’t know anything could feel like that. Not ever.’

  ‘But, darling, don’t you masturbate? Haven’t you ever fooled around?’

  ‘I’ve never fooled around, but of course I masturbate. And I thought I knew what everything felt like, but now I know I’ve never had an orgasm. I thought I had, but I hadn’t.’

  ‘In that case, let’s see how many more we can squeeze out of you.’

  Since her first climax, they had fucked in every position they could manage, and he licked her out, devouring her until she screamed at him to stop. He adored having his cock sucked, but he had not asked Lizzie to take him into her mouth—yet. Turning his attention back to her pussy, Scott Worth, lately of Australia, recently of London, and newly, unexpectedly, instantly in love, brought the girl on his tongue to a shuddering orgasm while ignoring his own need for release. For now. Arriving back from her lush core, and looking down at her, Scott gathered her long, dark brown curls into his fist and held on tight, pressing against her, nose to nose.

  ‘Shall we have a bath?’

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed into his mouth.

  ‘That’s your favourite word?’

  ‘Yes…’

  Releasing her, he kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. ‘I’m dying for a slash, and I’ll go run a bath. Come in when you’re ready.’

  Settled back against the tub with Lizzie resting comfortably between his legs, her back towards him, he lathered her skin. Bubbles crept over the rounded edge of the tub, threatening a flood, their movements rippling the water. Washing done, Lizzie leaned back into his chest, her thick plait dunked and waterlogged.

  ‘That’ll take ages to dry,’ he said.

  ‘I should have tied it on top, never mind, it’ll be all right.’

  ‘Wouldn’t mind tying you on top of the bed,’ Scott muttered under his breath.

  ‘Pardon?’

  ‘I wouldn’t mind tying it on top of your head.’

  ‘No, it’s okay, thanks.’

  Smirking, Scott luxuriated in the notion of indulging bondage games with Lizzie Fyne and playing with her again, in the realisation that the girl had settled under his skin somewhere, and he wasn’t sure whether he would ever be able to prise her out.

  Tucking her into a large bath towel, while she wrapped another around her head, Scott pulled on jogging pants and a T-shirt, before leading the way to the kitchen.

  ‘Breakfast? I’ve only got coffee, tea, juice, and toast.’

  ‘Coffee, please.’ She clambered onto a stool and exposed an expanse of caramel-brown leg.

  Scott prepared coffee, leaving it to filter; he poured the juice, and fetched bread.

  ‘Hmm, not fit for human consumption,’ he said, holding up a couple of sad looking slices. ‘Just coffee? Black or black? There’s no milk. I really should shop occasionally.’

  ‘Black, please, with two sugars.’

  ‘I know you told Sara that you were staying with a friend, but won’t she wonder when you’ll be home if you don’t call again?’

  ‘When will I go home?’ She put down her cup and looked into his eyes.

  ‘I don’t know.’ He placed his cup alongside hers. ‘Come here.’ Parting his legs, he pointed to the space between them.

  Lizzie slid off her stool, and stood between his legs, wrapping his arms around her; Scott moved his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue as far as possible into her mouth.

  ‘I want you to do that with my cock.’

  ‘You’ll have to help me. I’ve never done it before.’
/>   Her words caused a tent in his jogging pants. ‘See what you’ve done.’ He gestured and got to his feet.

  ‘Kneel in front of me, babe. I’ll hold it for you, and you can have a little taste, see if you like it.’

  She knelt. Scott dropped his pants, leaving them tangled around his ankles. Lizzie resisted the urge to giggle as he moved the tip of his cock against her lips and timidly pushed his velvety helmet a little harder.

  ‘Open up, I’m coming in; I want you to eat me.’

  Lizzie opened her mouth, and as if it were second nature, covered her teeth with her lips. She took him, little by little into the warm wetness. His groans excited her, but she left his helmet resting on her tongue and allowed him to guide her hand to his shaft, in place of his. She held his erection with fingers and thumb, moving back and forth, masturbating him into her mouth.

  ‘Ahh, Ahh.’ Scott groaned, and Lizzie swirled her tongue around the end of his cock as if she had learned to give head for a living. ‘For fuck’s sake, Lizzie, that feels fucking incredible. Oh God, I’m not gonna be able to hang on. There won’t be much because I’ve come so many times, but you don’t have to swallow, I understand it’s an acquired taste.’

  In answer, Lizzie cupped his balls with her other hand, and gently taking their weight, moved her head up and down his shaft, occasionally pulling right back so that the tip of his cock was only just inside her mouth.

  ‘I’m coming… Lizzie, stop… I’m coming,’ gasped Scott, managing to pull out of her mouth. Desperate not to put her off, he whipped the towel from her and swiftly caught his ejaculate.

  ‘I would have swallowed.’ She pouted. ‘You didn’t give me a chance.’

  ‘I know, darling, but we’ve got all the time in the world.’ Scott pulled her up and hugged her close, his heartbeat pounding from orgasm, and swollen with a host of powerful emotions he was only just coming to terms with.

  ‘Phone Sara, sweetheart, tell her that you won’t be home until after work on Monday. I’ve got a ravenous appetite and the only food I crave is you.’

  oOo

  ‘I’m staying with Mary from work, yes, no, no, don’t worry, I can borrow something to wear. It doesn’t matter too much. I’ve got my work clothes, we’ve got to go in later, there’s a tremendous push on, or something… I don’t know, but I’ll get overtime, so I didn’t want to say no.’

  Listening in, Scott was impressed at the easy lies falling from her tempting little tongue.

  ‘Okay, no I won’t… I’ll ring you tomorrow if you like, or you can ring my mobile.’ Scott’s heart sank when he heard that part, the last thing he needed was Sara Michaels at the other end of the phone while he was shagging her sister.

  ‘Oh, okay, have a good time. I’ll see you on Monday evening, ’bye…. They’re going out with friends; she doesn’t need me to call again. She’s just pleased that I have some overtime. I don’t know how I’m going to justify not having the money to prove it.’

  ‘Don’t worry about any of that, we’ll sort something out. Thinking about what you just said, it didn’t occur to me before but haven’t got any stuff here. Let’s go up west and get a few things, I don’t mind you spending the entire weekend naked, but you’ll need some things for Monday. Come on, get dressed. Let’s go shopping.’

  Chapter Four

  ‘Oh, Scott, I honestly can’t remember having a better time,’ said Lizzie, as they piled back into the flat, laden down with bags. ‘Thank you so much, you were far too generous.’

  ‘My pleasure, I assure you, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you in that dress again,’ he said, having spent a few happy hours watching her parade in front of him in various outfits. He’d taken her to a favourite shop and treated her to a dress, a pair of jeans, a few tops, lingerie and shoes.

  ‘Put on the dress, I want to look at you in it,’ said Scott, unpacking food and other items he hadn’t bothered with since moving into the flat. Lizzie went to change while he stocked the fridge.

  ‘Wow, you look fantastic.’

  Twirling, Lizzie held out the sides of the dress and dipped into a low, perfectly executed curtsey.

  ‘Bloody hell, where did you learn to do that?’

  ‘Ballet class. They taught us all sorts of things, and curtseying is crucial.’ She giggled, and repeated the performance.

  The dress brushed the floor, the deep lilac set off Lizzie’s colouring, the neck created a choker effect and cut-away sleeves displayed her shoulders. The bodice stopped at the waist in a wide band that matched the collar and the skirt fell from the waistband in soft, liquid folds. Cute neutral coloured pumps completed her. Scott thought her naked beneath, the dress necessitated braless, and he was confident she was not wearing the new panties. His cock pressed against his zipper, demanding attention.

  'I want you to come to the Italian restaurant with me, without putting knickers on. Will you do that?'

  ‘Yes.’

  The attentive waiter could not do enough for Lizzie and acted like a lovesick fool, along with the bartender and every other man in the place, including the chef, peeping at her through the porthole of the kitchen doors.

  ‘They’re getting on my nerves,’ fumed Scott. ‘Look at them, can’t keep their eyes off you. Fucking cheek.’

  ‘They’re not doing any harm, it doesn’t matter does it?’ She sipped wine and leaned towards him across the table.

  ‘You’re too far away from me for my liking.’ Scott’s lip curled in a snarl.

  Lizzie smiled and tucked into her food. She had chosen gnocchi with blue cheese dressing, and Scott regretted that he would not be entertained by the sight of her sucking spaghetti. Carving his steak and trying to suppress jealousy, he forked up a mouthful of rare meat and let it melt on his tongue. After sharing pudding, they finished with flaming liqueurs. Afterwards, Scott rushed around the table, coming to a halt behind Lizzie’s chair, waiting to help her up, in an attempt to prevent the waiter getting any closer.

  In the elevator on their way up to the flat, Scott pushed Lizzie against the wall of the car, rucked up her dress and fingered her while she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Their private box moved soundlessly upwards.

  oOo

  ‘Walk in front of me, hold up your skirt,’ said Scott, aware of the closed circuit surveillance placed along the corridor. The building bristled with security, and Scott knew the cameras were triggered by movement and set to record. He wondered if the duty security guard was watching. Lizzie moved along the corridor in front of the man who had awakened a gluttonous appetite for sex, and happy to please him, lifted the soft fabric of the dress, bunching it in front, and exposing her ripe, peachy arse. Sashaying along, exaggerating her wiggle, knowing the effect she’d have, prepared to finish him off as soon as they were safely inside his front door. Scott didn’t allow Lizzie to get that far, moving in close behind, he pushed her onto all fours and quickly unzipped his trousers.

  ‘What if someone comes? Oh my God…’ In spite of her protest, she spread her legs.

  ‘Someone is gonna come, certainly me, and I seriously hope you as well,’ said Scott, positioning himself between her thighs, probing with his cock, checking her moisture and feeling her warmth. She braced, palms flat on the hallway carpet and he plunged into her with a grunt, almost pushing her face down until he felt her resistance, her buttocks pushing hard against him.

  ‘Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve done it again,’ he said, shooting into her after fewer than a dozen thrusts. He stayed buried until the spasms subsided.

  ‘That’s okay,’ she said and pulled away. She got to her feet and the dress fell back into place. ‘I know you’ll make it up to me, let’s go in.’

  Scott fished for the key, opened the door, and in a gesture that was threatening to become a habit, scooped Lizzie into his arms and stepped over the threshold.

  Chapter Five

  Lizzie looked divine dressed in the jeans and pumps Scott had bought for her the day before, completing her look with one
of his pristine white shirts. Her conker-coloured hair cascaded in bouncy, shining curls past her shoulders.

  Their impromptu evening, after drinks the previous Thursday, had led to an unexpectedly long weekend, and Scott was amazed to discover that he was hooked. Never before had he spent so much time with a woman without becoming achingly bored. Incredibly, the only parts of his body that ached around Lizzie were his heart and cock, in equal measure most of the time, though once relieved, he got brief respite from his balls. On the other hand, his heart was in constant meltdown, contracting now as he watched her lean as far as possible over the rail of the Millennium Bridge and look down into the fast flowing water. He regretted letting her wear the shirt, it covered her peachy arse.

  After the initial setback of their first night, they had been inseparable, and now on the final evening of the weekend, Scott stood next to Lizzie and wondered how he was going to work the following day. They would have to show at the firm and behave as if they hardly knew each other outside the office. He was up for the challenge, even though it was unfamiliar territory, but he wasn’t sure about her. She was much younger than him and inexperienced, and sparkled with their new-found intimacy.