Never

by Lulu Pratt

  “What about it?” He doesn’t sound concerned.

  “You came to me for wealth management services and I haven’t exactly managed anything yet,” I point out.

  Andrew only grunts lowly, still seemingly unworried about the situation.

  I swear, sometimes this man and his blasé attitude drive me up the wall. Pursing my lips, I focus on the reason for this call.

  “We need to talk about investments. When are you free?” I ask, thumbing through the file for Rio Venture Corp. According to Edward, this is the company we should go with.

  “Whenever you want me,” he offers generously.

  Delicious throbbing starts in my core and threatens to throw me off course. Ignoring it, I stick to the script.

  “Great, we’ll meet today,” I decide. My earlier fatigue is forgotten as my nerve endings come alive, overjoyed with the prospect of being in his presence later.

  A silent moment passes on the line and I wonder if he’s even listening to me.

  “Fine,” he agrees. “But I have a few conditions.”

  My sigh of relief is premature.

  I should have known.

  “What is it?” I ask cautiously. There’s no telling what’s going to fly out of his mouth so I brace myself.

  “Tonight, you let me paint you.”

  Nineteen

  LILAH

  “Fuck,” I hiss as Andrew drags his paintbrush down the inside of my thigh. The sensitive skin flames under his touch.

  From my position above him, I watch Andrew’s brow lift at my outburst.

  “You okay?” he asks, appearing concerned. But I know better. He’s enjoying this. And who can blame him?

  I’m stripped down to nothing but my panties and he’s turned me into his canvas for the evening.

  “I’m fine,” I bite out, gnawing on the inside of my cheek to stifle any other reactions.

  With a steadying breath, I try to focus on anything but how close he is to my throbbing core. To cope, I start cataloguing my furniture.

  My leather couch is pushed up against the furthest wall and an old sheet is spread out across the floor to prevent paint from getting everywhere.

  It would make a hell of a lot more sense for us to be at his house doing this given how much space he has. But this had been one of my stipulations. If he was going to be in control, I at least wanted it to be on my own turf.

  “You’re beautiful, Lilah,” Andrew states, dipping his brush into the paint on his palette.

  It isn’t the first time he’s muttered that tonight but it still sets off a violent swarm of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. As if I wasn’t quivering enough, his words are both unnerving and reassuring.

  Tonight is the first time in ages that I’ve been bared to anyone. I’ve been so consumed with getting my project off the ground that most of my loving has been solo. Aside from that episode in Andrew’s foyer, that is…

  Observant blue eyes land on my contracting abdomen and his paint is all but forgotten.

  “Oh, you’re shaking,” he says, his voice raw. His eyes blink slowly, like watching me is torturing him as much as it’s torturing me.

  My heavy lids slip down over my eyes.

  “This is new for me,” I share before sucking in another calming breath.

  Letting his brush fall to the wayside, Andrew remains kneeling before me. His handsome face is clouded by desire and he looks so damn sexy as he stares at me like I’m his next meal.

  Andrew’s voice drops a few octaves and he asks, “Is it difficult for you to relinquish control?” Strong arms reach to encircle my hips, pulling me even closer to his face.

  I want to warn him that the paint he’s smeared on me may get on his clothes, but that seems to be the least of his worries right now.

  Shakily, I nod in response to his question, although I suspect he already knew the answer.

  “Why do you think that is?” he asks and he’s hugging me to him at this point, my pussy a breath away from his nose.

  How am I supposed to answer that?

  “I — oh!” I yelp when he buries his face in the crotch of my black cotton panties.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “Andrew,” I moan out as he continues burrowing his nose, taking in the heady scent of my arousal.

  When he pulls away, blue paint is staining his white V-neck shirt. But the hungry gleam in his eyes tells me that he couldn’t care less.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” he admits, dragging his tongue across his plump bottom lip.

  Biting down on my own, I wait for him to go on.

  “Why the fuck did I think I could do this without touching you?” he asks himself, sounding irritated. “Your scent alone is going to drive me insane.”

  His words unleash a flood in my already damp panties, causing me to squirm.

  Unexpectedly, Andrew drags his lips across my navel, his tongue kissing my belly button as if he’s wanted to do it for centuries and the perfect opportunity finally presented itself.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  My hands move to his shoulders as he continues to diligently caress me with his tongue. His mouth is on my abdomen but every stroke goes directly to the aching juncture between my thighs.

  I don’t think I can take this. My thighs are trembling in his firm hold.

  “Your body is perfect,” he says when he finally drags his lips away for a moment.

  My clit pulsates so strongly that it’s nearly painful. Why does he have such a potent effect on me?

  “The perfect canvas,” he adds as he runs his large hands up and down the backs of my thighs.

  My mouth falls agape when his lips reappear at my belly only to drop down to the waistband of my panties. His teeth latch onto the material before he gives a good tug, but he doesn’t pull them down to reveal my mound.

  “I need to make you come,” he declares as if his life depends on it.

  If that isn’t the hottest thing someone’s ever said to me, I don’t know what is. My fingers dig into his shoulders just a little bit deeper.

  Fuck.

  His hands are everywhere, singeing me with their touch. Heat spreads throughout me at a rapid pace.

  “What kind of spell have you put on me?” he asks and blinks up at me, those beautiful eyes the perfect picture of lust.

  Inhaling sharply, my eyes roll back in my head when he tugs at my panties again, this time creating the most delicious friction between my legs.

  No other man has ever made me feel so desirable. However, Andrew’s earnest affections are making me come undone.

  I want him inside of me right this fucking moment. I need to feel his thickness stretching me to the limit. I need to feel the weight of his pelvis up against mine as we grind into each other.

  I’ve been deprived for far too long and I want to quench my thirst with Andrew Knight.

  I can’t take this torturous foreplay a second longer.

  “I can’t wait, Andrew.” When I push at his shoulders, he receives my message loud and clear before standing up to his full height.

  “Are you sure?” he asks me as he begins tugging at the hem of his shirt.

  I give a jerky nod as the article of clothing falls in a heap near his feet.

  For the first time, my eyes feast on the exposed masterpiece before me. Silky, tanned skin covers hard slabs of perfectly sculpted muscle. Tattoos cover his strong arms.

  His tight abdominal muscles yield to the tantalizing V-cut that disappears underneath his jeans. My mouth waters.

  The hardened ridges of his eight pack flex wondrously as he bends to remove his jeans.

  From the bulge at the front of his gray briefs, I can tell that he’s massive and ready for me.

  “Kiss me,” Andrew commands, beckoning me to him.

  I go easily, surprised that my legs still work at this point.

  Andrew’s kiss is passionate, his tongue waging war on my yearning mouth. As we kiss, he takes hold of my wrists and brings them to his w
aist. He places my hands at the waistband of his briefs before mirroring the action at my hips.

  Pulling down the material of my panties, he finally exposes me to him for the first time.

  With a deep breath, I slip my fingers under the elastic of his boxers and tug.

  Andrew drops his head so that his lips are brushing my ear and in a low voice says, “Tell me what you want, Lilah.”

  Twenty

  ANDREW

  “I want… I need you to take me,” she pleads in my ear.

  As soon as her request hits the air, my lips are on hers again. Stroking her tongue possessively, I intend to claim every inch of her from the inside out.

  Lilah throws her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Finding a new resting place against her soft belly, my cock jumps between us, growing harder each second.

  Returning my lips to hers, my hands travel up and down the silky slopes of her heavenly curves.

  A throaty groan escapes her as my fingertips fondle her mound. Soft and pliant under my touch, Lilah opens her legs wider.

  Spurred on by her silent show of submission, I slip my fingers beyond her folds and seek out her clit. The nub is swollen and slick as I rub against it aggressively, my forefinger moving back and forth.

  “Yes,” Lilah hisses desperately.

  Loving her vocal response, I drop my middle finger lower and find her tight opening. A second later, my finger is buried inside as her wet walls clamp down around me.

  “You’re tight as fuck,” I growl.

  She has a death grip on my finger as her hips squirm, moving in a way to increase more friction.

  My envious erection thickens, dripping pre-cum from the tip and onto her stomach. Needing to loosen her up, I add another finger. As my fingers plunge in and out of her, my thumb flicks over her clit at a rapid pace.

  Around my back, her hands grip me tighter, her nails digging into my skin.

  “I’m coming,” Lilah pants before biting down on my shoulder.

  Painful pleasure shoots through me as her orgasm hits her head on. Slowly, I continue to drag my fingers in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she growls lowly against my ear.

  “Whatever you want,” I concede before gathering her in my arms.

  Her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment, down a long hallway. An unnecessary journey, since there’s a sheet already spread beneath us.

  I drop to my knees and lay Lilah out before me. Her deep breaths expose her ribcage with every intake of air.

  Joining her on the sheet, I cover her body with mine and support myself on my forearms as I take in the desire flitting across her gorgeous features.

  She really is a work of art. A masterpiece.

  Her dark brown hair is fanned out around her shoulders, wild and unruly. Her round cheeks are a rosy red and her round tits are on full display.

  As my tongue teases her nipples, her hands find my hair. Tugging lightly, she makes her next throaty request. Her words are strained as she tells me exactly what she wants.

  “I want to feel you, all of you.”

  Lilah’s lush legs fall open. I quickly roll on a condom. A moment later, I sink into the opening between them. When my cock brushes against her slit, she whimpers lowly.

  The sound does something to me. Heat slices through my groin and makes me greedy for her.

  “Tell me what you want,” I command gruffly, needing to hear it again. I’m barely holding on to my control but I rein it in, mindful of the fact that she hasn’t been with anyone in a while.

  The fact that she’s trusting me with her body isn’t lost on me. And the need to show her I’m worthy drives me to make this experience as special as possible for her.

  “I want you inside of me,” she moans, kissing me hungrily.

  Her hips move frantically to bring our body parts in contact and I swear at the way her drenched opening lubricates my shaft.

  Lilah’s shallow breaths are the only sound present in the room.

  Pumping my cock, I am more than prepared to give her what she wants.

  At her opening, I’m met with resistance.

  Fuck, she’s even tighter than I thought.

  I know I’m bigger than most. That coupled with her prolonged hiatus from intercourse is proving to be one hell of a combination.

  Pushing forward, I try again to get a little further this time. But not by much.

  Beneath me, Lilah tenses a little from the discomfort.

  Fire flashes in her eyes, then she stops fighting.

  With each breath, I feel her body relaxing beneath mine. Not giving her time to tense again, I plunge forward in one swift motion.

  “Oh, fuck!” Lilah cries out in surprise.

  I’m buried to the hilt, stretching her wide so that her walls will accommodate me when I begin moving.

  Her pussy is wrapped around me so snuggly that it’s like fucking a virgin. Lust trickles down my spine as I get acquainted with the feeling.

  “You’re so big,” she whimpers, her small fists clenching at my chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  Kissing her, I capture her next utterances in my mouth. Then I pull out and slam back into her. Her walls grip me tightly, making it damn near impossible to take things slowly. She feels too good.

  Again, I pull out until just the tip is resting inside of her.

  “Do you trust me?” I want to know, staring down into her dark eyes.

  “Yes,” she pants, nodding shakily as sweat begins to coat her skin.

  “Good,” I respond back before pushing inside of her again. Increasing the pace, my movements grow fevered as she gradually begins to welcome my plunges more passionately.

  Moving in and out of her rapidly, I get lost in everything that is Lilah. She feels better than any woman has the right to.

  We find our rhythm and grind against each other, in and out, up and down. The friction is dizzying.

  She’s whimpering beneath me, begging me to go harder and faster. The round globes of Lilah’s tits bounce up and down steadily.

  I don’t know if minutes or hours have passed when I feel the tightening at the pit of my stomach. Heat spreads through me, threatening to erupt as I pound into the tightness of her pussy.

  As if she can sense I’m nearing my peak, Lilah’s actions beneath me grow wild. Lifting her hips off the floor, she meets every downward thrust of mine with one of her own until we’re both breathless and quaking around each other as our climaxes shatter us.

  “Fuck!” we cry out in unison, overcome by the euphoric release.

  It’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. I empty every last drop of my seed before leaving a kiss against her forehead. Exhausted, I splay out on the sheet beside her.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I tell her with a disbelieving chuckle as I stare up at the ceiling. When I don’t get an immediate response, my pride is almost wounded until I see that she’s already fast asleep.

  Unbelievable.

  ***

  A few hours later, I awaken in Lilah’s bed. The room is still shrouded in darkness telling me the hour is still early.

  Lilah is asleep quietly beside me. She’s been out like a light since I carried her in here after our erotic episode in the living room.

  Sitting up, I drag a hand down the side of my face and swear under my breath.

  I can’t believe I fell asleep in her bed.

  I’ve never slept in anyone’s bed but my own and always alone. I don’t do sleepovers. But my rules had conveniently escaped me last night.

  What the hell happened?

  I’m supposed to be playing a role, but it seems like the lines have become blurred.

  Fuck.

  Glancing down at her, her peaceful expression tightens my chest.

  I need to get the fuck out of here.

  Hopping out of the bed, I don’t spare a backwards glance as I make my way to the living room.

  I’m dressed in less
than a minute and snatch up my keys. Before I can change my mind, I open the front door and leave.

  Twenty-one

  LILAH

  An indulgent smirk is already on my face before I even open my eyes. My exhausted body is wonderfully achy in all the right places. And the deep slumber I just woke up from is proof that I was beyond satisfied before drifting off to sleep.

  In a word, last night was incredible. Andrew is the most unselfish lover I’ve ever had. Rough yet gentle, demanding yet accommodating. He’s literally everything I never knew I needed in a lover.

  And, oh my God, the man is packing. It felt like I was being ripped apart in the most delightful way.

  Opening my eyes, I stare up at the ceiling with the same lazy smile in place. Why had I tried so hard to fight what was happening between us?

  Rolling over, I fully intend to wake his sleeping frame beside me and demand a repeat of last night even if I do feel a little tender between my legs. However, when I stretch my arm in that direction, cool sheets rub up against me instead of a warm body.

  A frown wipes away the smile on my lips. Sitting up, I look around the room bleary eyed and see no trace of him in the room.

  Throwing back the covers, I walk over to my bathroom. No Andrew.

  The kitchen and living room garner the same results. No Andrew.

  His clothes and shoes are gone, too.

  “Where the hell is he?”

  I search the countertops for a note or any scrap of evidence that last night wasn’t a figment of my imagination. There is no note, but I would have found that out of character for him. I come up empty.

  Ignoring the sinking feeling invading my gut, I traipse back to my bedroom and pick up my phone.

  There are only a few missed texts from Charli, but nothing from Andrew. Tossing my phone on the bed, I accept the writing that’s bleeding down the wall.

  He left.

  But why?

  It doesn’t matter why. What matters is that he got what he wanted and left.

  That’s a tough pill to swallow. So tough, in fact, that it forms a stupid lump in my throat that makes it impossible to go down.

  In the bathroom, I stand in front of my vanity and study myself from head to toe. I don’t look any different on the outside but last night definitely changed me.

  I’ve never been so consumed by desire and passion. It was earth shattering. The most incredible experience of my life. My first taste of true bliss. And maybe my last.