by H. Q. Frost
Lilith read the text and rolled her eyes with a huff. She thought for a second, 'What would Ian respond?'
LILITH sees everything you do
I don't know why I feel the need to reply to her text. I just do, on his behalf.
BABE: Can't wait
Ian's not getting up, so I jump on him. He groans sitting up, grabbing me, and starts tickling me until I'm screaming, begging him to stop.
"Never wake me up again. I was having the best dream," he says, letting me go.
"Well you have a breakfast date." I hold his phone out and when he sees Karen's name he snatches the phone.
"Lily! What the fuck!" He's really pissed but I smile.
Walking to the bathroom I tell him, "Leave the money on the dresser and get the fuck out." I grin at him over my shoulder.
With a grunt he leaps off the bed chasing me. Wedging myself in the corner of the shower I turn the water on and pull the showerhead down.
Through my laughter I manage to threaten to squirt him. "I'll do it." He tries to grab me but I spray him so he backs up. "Stay back!" I'm still laughing.
"I didn't even know that detached."
"Oh I did." I grin thinking about what I've done to myself with it.
"Oh yeah?" He chuckles, trying to grab me again but I squirt him. "Let me see." He takes a step back.
"See what?"
"How much you like that detachable showerhead."
"No time. You need to pick her up in an hour—"
"No, you do. You're the one who responded to the texts."
"That'd be an interesting conversation for you." I start wiggling out of my underwear.
"I think more for you, since you're the one picking her up."
"We could talk about you." I pull my tank top off with one hand, not letting go of the showerhead. "Maybe she could give me pointers."
"You'd need to give her some."
"Maybe I can tell her about the wedding. Get opinions."
"You could, but she doesn't have very good taste."
I turn the showerhead to spray my chest and slowly lower it.
"I can ask her what your favorite position is." I'm getting lower.
"She needs to be asking you that."
"I can ask her what makes you come hardest." When the stream hits my clit I gasp and bite my lip.
"This right here," he breathes, slipping his shorts off.
He takes himself in his hand and I watch, pleasuring myself with the shooting stream of water.
The man has big hands, but wrapped around his cock they're not as large as they usually seem. The thrill of watching him masturbate has flutters already building in my stomach. My breath is quickening and with my free hand I'm rolling my nipple. He's moving faster and the look on his face is restraint and pleasure all in one. I know he wants to be inside me, but I think he likes this as much as I do. I gasp and bite down on my lip hard as I start to come. My thighs are quaking and I'm forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch him. At the first sign of his spurting orgasm it only intensifies my release and I cry out.
He steps toward the shower with come on his hand and without hesitating I grab his wrist, licking over his palm and he growls, slamming me against the wall. He's slowly losing his hard-on but it doesn't stop him from shoving himself inside of me. Four, maybe five thrusts, I don't know, but I'm coming again. He pulls out of me, not able to get hard again, but at least I got off.
While I make food for myself, I let him shower alone. Dressed and smelling edible, he tries to kiss me so I shove a piece of bacon in his mouth.
"Have a nice day. I'll see you tonight?"
"I plan on it." Bacon kisses assault my face and I laugh, fighting him off.
"Tell Karen I said hi." I grin at him.
"Right after I tell her about our morning." He winks at me.
How can he be so sexy even when he's on his way out the door to pick up his girlfriend?
God, he's a sexy man.
Lilith waited for Tony to arrive with the preparations for her golf date with Justin. Tight black pants with tapered legs, and a yellow and white argyle sweater to be worn over a white button down shirt.
Disgruntlement shown by her cringe was directed at Tony; he shrugged and held out white tennis shoes.
"You kidding?" A frown weighted the corners of her mouth.
"Nope."
Lilith pathetically dragged herself into the bedroom to dress.
"Looks good, Lily." Tony's honest compliment didn't ease her discomfort.
"I feel preppy."
"Looks like it too." He grinned. "Pull your hair up."
Her phone chimed with a text from an unknown number.
+13124459081: Lily, this is Karen. You need to wear your hair up in a pony, light makeup, pinks and creams. I need to set up the new app on your phone. Ian just informed me you have a phone compatible with the new app I created for the company. With this app you'll be able to find out what you're supposed to wear. I also put it into your schedule on email but I noticed you didn't read the email I sent around noon. This is my number if you need me for anything. I'll usually be the one to consult when it comes to attire and makeup for dates. Please respond so I know you got this.
The nervous flutter growing in Lilith's stomach caused by Karen having her number nauseated her. She thought she already had the app, but apparently the thirty minutes Lilith spent chatting with her at Luxe was for fun.
LILY TUDOR: I got it. Thank you
"Let me do my makeup. Help yourself to a pop," she told Tony before he could ask.
When Karen slipped from her mind the flutter in her stomach came from butterflies because she was going to see Justin. She had to shake those excited feelings because it wasn't appropriate. She needed to be worried if she'd proficiently do her job or not.
Feeling like her yellow sweater and dark hair made her stand out, she reminded herself she wasn't wearing the golfing attire because she liked it.
"Paid for date," she whispered, headed for the doors.
Inside the clubhouse, Justin was sitting at the bar when she walked in. Out of the corner of his eye he saw yellow, and when he noticed it was her a smirk tilted his lips as he approached her.
"El." He laughed. "What're you wearing?"
"What you requested," she responded quietly, her eyes flitting around the room.
"Oh hell no." His laughter picked up. "My yuppie dad made the call. What an idiot." Putting his arm around her shoulders he walked her to the bar. "Let's get drunk because I don't want to remember this outfit. Would you normally wear this? I'm sorry if you would. It's awful. This is some yuppie shit right here. You look like you crawled out of my dad's ass."
The shock from his insult had her staring at him wide-eyed until his laughter made her give in to her own. He signaled to the bartender for another beer.
Wiping away her tears from laughter she said, "Thank you for humiliating me."
Still smiling, he tugged on the sweater. "It's only me that hates this. Everyone else here thinks you look good."
"You're still paying for this date. Maybe next time don't have your dad set it up."
"Yeah, yeah." To hide the involuntary smile straining his cheeks, he raised the beer to his lips.
She mimicked his actions, taking a big gulp in hopes the giddiness he made her feel would be drowned.
Setting his beer on the counter he rested his forearms on the bar top and smiled at her, unable to look away. "Hi," he said, offering a proper greeting.
"Hi." Even if he did unabashedly make fun of her, there was no doubt she wanted to be there.
He leaned in and kissed her cheek, sending a whiff of his manly scent to her nostrils. "How are you?"
Halting the lust filling her belly she said, "Besides humiliated? I'm fine."
"I was kidding. You look good, just not you." Those royal blues slowly studied what looked to be her outfit, but he saw past the clothes and was more enthralled with the curves.
"How would you kn
ow what's me?" Her beer went to her lips to hide her smile. The dating game was a fun adventure that she was having a hard time remembering was paid for.
"I just like to think it's not this."
"I don't golf," she whispered.
"Me either," he responded in a matched whisper. "I drink." The rumble of his father's laugh sounded across the room and Justin looked over his shoulder. "He golfs."
"Ah, she's here!" Paul Borg approached them wearing a polite smile that made him seem more pleasant than the initial time she met him. "Hi, dear."
"Hi, Mr. Borg." Lilith smiled and leaned in to give him a soft hug.
Not remembering her name, Paul bragged, "Frank, this is my boy's new girlfriend."
"Cute thing." Frank grinned at her.
"El, Frank. Frank, El," Justin casually muttered, still leaned against the bar, expressing his boredom.
"Sit up straight, put the beer down," Paul reprimanded.
Frank patted Justin on the back and said, "Much cuter than the last one, Justin. Hope she's smarter."
Pompous laughter bellowed from Paul and Frank while Justin irritably smirked, finishing his beer. It didn't take a genius to see he wasn't amused by them insulting his ex. It was a slight toward him.
"So, El." Frank moved closer, putting his arm around her shoulders. "What's your favorite hole?" He deadpanned until his straight face turned into a perverse grin that Lilith wasn't prepared for.
Irritability had Justin clenching his fists and he removed Frank's arm from her shoulder. "You wouldn't know where to find it, Frank. Uncharted territory for you." He walked her away before he decked him. Apologetically smiling at her, he said, "Sorry you're here."
"Does he know?" Lilith whispered.
"Know what?"
"That I'm an escort?"
"No. My father's been talking you up since we got here at two. He's told everyone I've moved on. Stupid, uninteresting shit."
"So it's okay if he talks to your girlfriend like that?" She cocked her eyebrow. "I could understand if he knew I was an escort because ha ha, funny I'm a whore, but if he really thinks I'm your girlfriend that was grounds for you to punch him."
Justin's eyebrows raised and he slowly grinned. "Alright." Turning to walk back and knock Frank out, per his 'girlfriend's' offended request, Lilith quickly grabbed his arm, jerking him back to her side.
"Maybe later," she said into his jawline, smelling his unfamiliar scent that she wanted to bathe in off his body. The citrusy smell was nothing like Ian's, but it was just as tantalizing.
As JUSTIN unwinds inside
The second those fucking lips hit my jaw it makes me hard. Her smell is addicting. She smells like honey or something. I have half a mind to turn my head to taste her lips, but just as fast as she was pushed against me, she's now a few feet away.
She was offended by Frank and I don't blame her, but now I wish I would have defended my 'girlfriend'. Being she's not really my girlfriend, I didn't want to scare her off from being my escort. But now that she pretty much told me she likes macho bullshit, I'll be sure to use it. I like a good fight. I've almost lost my job because of my fighting problem so I really cooled off this past year. Plus the bitch –my ex– is more-or-less out of my life so I don't have as much built up anger or drama surrounding me. But if El likes it, I'll bring back Jackass Justin, such as my friends and family call me.
Today I was coming solo but my dad insisted I start introducing a woman because people are starting to talk that I'm going to bring Layna back. That shit ain't happening. I'm done with my ex. And another reason I let my dad pay for today is because El's going rate is two G an hour and with as much as I want to see her, a ten thousand dollar date five times a month isn't feasible. It's just asinine and kind of pathetic for me actually.
Jacks is being a dick with El's rates. I've never paid this high for his girls. Granted, El's not like his other girls. She seems down to earth, not a stuck up bitch who shits on a golden throne. She just seems…real. That could be because she likes me though. She keeps fighting it, but I know she likes me. And good for her because I like her too.
I'm grinning like an idiot, but she's a very attractive woman. Yeah she's a whore, and sure she says she doesn't sleep with clients, but at the end of the day, she is an escort. Doesn't matter. I love me some fucked up girls and this one has a beauty that isn't fake. She seems so innocent, but I know she's far from it so I'll let her fill my time for a while.
While sitting at the bar she kept her distance. The prior mistake of getting too close to him almost caused her to do something she shouldn't because it wasn't the escort in her wanting to kiss him.
He sipped his beer, watching her as she stared at his father. Paul Borg seemed like an uppity, overweight suit who had more money than he knew what to do with and his head so far up his ass it came back out his neck. But similar to Ed Jacks, Lilith could respect a man who was confident in himself, even if it was to a fault.
Lilith leaned into Justin, whom she hadn't looked at for almost fifteen minutes because she was so wrapped up in watching his father. "I want to burn this sweater," she whispered when she saw a woman enter the bar wearing a very similar top.
"I'll help you." He smirked.
"What would you like to see me in? Perhaps you can let me know what you like and I'll stick with that when I get booked by you. Even if your father sets it up."
Leaning back casually, he smirked. "What do you think I like?"
Lilith looked over his dark blue jeans, black polo shirt, and tattooed flesh. "I really don't know. I think you're a little out of my league." The effect from her second beer was kicking in, airing unrealized insecurities.
"How so?" He laughed, genuinely amused by her absurdity.
"I think I don't meet the description of the girl you'd normally date and I'm just the ruse for the public you face. The All-American girl your father thinks you should be seen in public with, but nothing like the girl you want to be with."
"That couldn't be further from the truth." He chuckled, taking a sip from his beer. "There's nothing wholesome, American-girl about you. You're a really good-looking woman and behind those eyes is the evil side I want to know."
"Justin," Paul called out, waving him over. "Let's run through a few holes."
"Dad—" Justin tried to object while approaching him.
"Let's go. Bring your lady. What's her name?" he whispered.
"El."
"Well give her a club."
"No," Justin said, sparing Lilith. He glanced over his shoulder noticing Barry had confronted her.
"You play golf?" Barry asked her.
"No," she answered before finishing her beer.
He looked behind him at Justin and with an arrogant grin asked, "What're you doing with that chump?"
"What do you mean?" She smiled, looking over at Justin who stared at the ground pretending to listen to his father.
"You're not a girl for him. He's a freak."
"You have no idea who I am." The glare she pegged him with had him slightly stepping back. "I could be a freak." With a wink she walked away, approaching Justin and grabbed his arm. He took a step back to be at her side and put his arm around her, playing up the girlfriend act.
It'd been a long time since he had to play relationship with someone. The other dates he had he kept his distance from because they didn't actually enthrall him like Lilith did.
Noticing they had a few gawkers, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "I wouldn't mind leaving here, getting pizza at your place, and watching a movie again." Her warm breath heated down his neck and her bottom lip touched his lobe at one point.
Needing to hide the stirring in his pants, he completely turned to her and pressed his lips to her ear to whisper, "I can make that happen." He inhaled her honey scent, making no move to remove his erection pressing into her hip.
"I don't think you can." As she leaned away from Justin, she noticed Paul was staring at them and she gave him a gentle smile until he l
ooked away. "I think we're pissing your dad off."
He looked her in the eyes before leaning into her ear. "I don't think I care."
"Justin Borg?" A female's voice rang through the tight space amongst the other men.
Lilith's heart immediately dropped to her stomach, worried it'd be a similar encounter as the invasive photographer outside of the restaurant on their first date. Justin looked up from Lilith, smiled politely at the young woman approaching then pulling Lilith closer.
"Hi." She smiled at him before looking Lilith over in question. "I'm Chlo." Her boney-fingered hand extended.
"El." Lilith shook her hand before wrapping her arm around Justin's back.
The confusion that swam on Chlo's face made a smug smirk grace his lips.
"Girlfriend? Friend?" she pried.
"El's my girlfriend. We've been seeing each other, what?" He scrunched his face in contemplation, looking at Lilith. The details of what he wanted her to play along with were unclear but she gathered he was trying to piss off the woman.
"Hmm." Lilith smiled adoringly at him. "It's been a while."
"Probably eleven, twelve months?"
Chlo couldn't disguise her shock. "What?"
"Yeah. She travels a lot. Oh hey, don't tell Layna. She kind of thought we were really working things out."
The red that creeped into Chlo's cheeks brought him contentment he hadn't felt in a while.
Lilith bumped her hip into Justin's side with laughter. "I knew you were still with her back then. You're the worst liar."
"I wasn't with her. She was around, but only when you weren't." He grinned at Lilith, loving she never hesitated to play along.
"Well," Chlo uncomfortably stammered. "It was nice to meet you." The intimidating look she attempted to press on Lilith only made her smile wider.
Not threatened in the slightest, Lilith gave her a bitchy, "hmm," then drew her attention back to Justin. She put on a well-played sultry grin that could turn on the most devout of priests.
Chlo walked away quickly, pulling her phone from her pocket, undoubtedly calling his ex. He hoped the fake news burned the bitch, but he didn't expect it to.