Besieged

by L. P. Lovell

  “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked sugar.” I wink at her as I slam balls deep into her. She cries out and drags her nails across my shoulders. She feels so good, too good. I stay still needing a moment to collect myself, the last thing I want is two pumps and a squirt, not after waiting three weeks to be where I am right now. I need this, I've needed this since the first time I saw her, to be in her, to possess her. I kiss her neck, her collar bone, her jaw, her lips. Her fingers grasp at my hair frantically.

  I press her into the wall harder and begin to move, pulling out and then slamming back into her with an unrelenting rhythm. Her moans fill the room as her nails dig into my shoulders harder. I kiss and bite her neck violently, over taken with my irrational need for her. She grabs a handful of my hair and pulls hard forcing my head back and kissing me hard. "Yes." She groans as I thrust into her again. “Harder.” Jesus.

  I pick her up and spin around to rest her on the desk behind me, remaining in her the entire time. I throw papers and stationary off the desk and lay her down. Her eyes fix mine, alight with hunger as I move in and out of her. I grasp her ankle and bring it up over my shoulder so that her left leg is flush to my body. I lean over her and sink deeper inside her, she moans loudly. "Oh God." She breathes

  "I want you to scream my name." I growl at her as I thrust into her harder. Pleasure spikes through me spurred on by the little noises she makes. I go slower savouring the feeling of her as her body caresses my cock, squeezing me. I groan as she brings me closer and tilt my hips, grinding them into her. Her breathe hitches.

  "Yes, fuck me Theo." Her words are like a red rag to a bull. I slam into her harder and deeper and feel her insides clench. Seeing her sprawled on my desk moaning is enough to make me explode. I drive into her harder and make her scream my name. I come violently crying out as her pussy clenches my cock like an iron fist. I eventually collapse on top of her on the desk, my head resting between her tits as she runs her fingers through my hair. She's breathing heavily, clenching around me. Her skin is damp with sweat, she’s never looked more beautiful. I pull back leaning over her. She smiles at me.

  "Well that was unexpected." She looks guilty.

  I laugh. "You look like you've done something you shouldn't have."

  I stand and pull out of her. She winces slightly. I pull off the condom and throw it in the bin. I refasten my trousers but my shirt is unsalvageable. I go to the wardrobe in the corner of the office and take out another one. When I turn around it's like one of those slow motion sexy ads. She stands there in red lace underwear with red heels, her lipstick is smudged. She pulls the pins from her dishevelled bun so that her long auburn hair cascades down her back. She flashes a knowing smile. My cock starts to twitch, readying for round two. Fuck me this woman is going to kill me.

  "Enjoying the view Mr Ellis?" She teases.

  "Very much." I raise an eyebrow at her and smile. She steps into her dress.

  "Would you mind?" She asks pulling her hair aside and turning away from me. I pull up her zip and pause, gently tracing my finger across her neck.

  "I need to go. I still need those papers signed." She is suddenly all business. "Once they're signed, you officially own Media Inc. Congratulations. My job here is done." I can hear the double meaning in her words. We're done.

  "Of course." I retrieve the papers that are now scattered all over the floor after our heated encounter. I quickly sign them. I glance up at her and she is pulling her hair back into a bun again. She seems totally calm and collected. I hand her the papers. She places them in her briefcase.

  "Well Mr Ellis, as always it's been a pleasure." She smiles wickedly at me. I step slowly towards her.

  "Hmm, always.”

  She straightens her skirt before turning and leaving without so much as a backward glance. I shake my head in disbelief. If that's what a quickie in the office is like, imagine having her all night...the thought makes me harden again. I don't know what the hell that woman does to me, but I'm fucked, both literally and otherwise. If Lilly Parker thinks we’re done she is very much mistaken.

  It's been nearly a week since she left my office. A week since I was inside her, and it's. All. I. Can. Think. Of! As a result I'm spending more time in the office. When I'm at home I find myself thinking about my life. About how I have everything I could possibly want and I've always been happy with. My steady stream of women, the partying, the nice house, fast cars, but something is missing. When I think about that my mind instantly flicks to Lilly and how much I enjoy being around her, even when it's just our standard bickering, even when she's just being an infuriating tease. That quick fuck in the office was probably the closest I’ve ever come to feeling anything other than an orgasm during sex. This line of thought freaks me the fuck out and so obviously I try to avoid it at all cost, even if it means staring at mind numbing spread sheets all day.

  I'm going through said boring as shit spread sheets at home on Wednesday evening when my little sister Cat calls me.

  "Hey. Long time no speak." I say jokingly. Cat and I usually see each other a couple of times a week and speak most days, but I haven't spoken to her since dinner on Sunday before she left for Italy.

  "What can I say. Some of us lead fabulous glamorous lives that leave us with little time for chit chat." She laughs.

  "Not even for your brother." I scoff.

  "You know you're my favourite brother. That's why I'm calling you all the way from Milan." Her high tinkling voice makes me smile.

  "Aren't I privileged. I'm guessing this isn't just a catch up then?"

  "Actually I wanted to invite you to dinner when I get back at the end of the month." She says.

  "Oh?" There's usually a reason for Cat's dinners.

  "Well..." She sighs. "I've been seeing this guy." There it is. She sounds nervous. "I'd like you to meet him..."

  "No, you wouldn't." I laugh.

  She huffs a laugh. "You're right, but I've been seeing him a while and I've met all his family. I've explained that I don't have much family, what with Will being in Paris, so that just leaves you...I did warn him."

  "Okay." I say calmly.

  "Oh god, please be nice Theo. Don't do the arsehole big brother routine." she whines.

  "So long as he's the arsehole trying to get into my sisters pants, he'll get nothing less."

  "Theo..." she sounds like a stroppy teenager. "I'm twenty two!"

  "Doesn't matter, you're my baby sister. Is he as bad as that last prick?"

  She doesn't reply only sighs. "Anyway, enough about my love life. You never told me who that red head was the other night." She changes the subject quickly.

  "She's no-one. She works for my solicitors."

  "No. She's someone to you. I could tell by the way you looked at her. You've never looked at anyone like that." Damn it, she's so bloody observant. I take a deep breath. "Don't lie to me. I'll know." She adds before I can speak.

  "She's, well like I said a solicitor..." What is she to me? "I guess I’d like her to be something to me." I'm met with silence on the other end of the line. "What is it Cat?" I sigh.

  "Nothing...just...I've never known you want anyone before. I mean you've always got some bimbo hanging off you at parties and stuff, but you've never had a girlfriend. I've never even heard of you going on a date."

  "I don't want to now... I guess she's just different. I'm interested in her."

  She snorts. "Of course you're interested. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen!"

  "Well she's not really speaking to me anyway so it's null and void..."

  She sighs. "What did you do?"

  "Nothing. She just freaked out. Personally I think she's being very stereotypical. She assumes I’m some kind of rich playboy who's a total arse." I would never tell Cat that I fucked her on my desk prior to the freak out.

  "Well you kind of are with women. If you like her then you need to show her." The dreamy little sigh in her voice does not escape my notice, I'm not su
re Cat’s the best person to take advice from, but out of her or Hugo, Cat wins by a mile.

  "I've made it pretty clear. I even sent her flowers!"

  “Really!? You must really like her.” She laughs. "Persistence is the key. Invite her to one of your parties, it's less intense. Makes it more of a casual social thing."

  "Um, you clearly haven't been to one of my parties lately..." I smirk.

  "Oh god, you're right, there'll be bimbo's and tequila, not to mention Hugo." I can hear the disgust in her voice. "On second thought maybe not...Oh I've got to go, but I'll call you when I'm back okay."

  "Sure. See you soon Kitty Cat." I hang up as she starts whining about her old nickname.

  Chapter 8 – Lilly

  I sit at the breakfast bar in the kitchen staring at the enormous bouquet of flowers in front of me. They arrived this morning with a card that simply read: Theo x.

  It's the third bouquet this week. Just the sight of them reminds me of my steamy encounter with Theo last week. The memory of his lips, his touch, the taste of him is all branded into my mind. Even though I know he’s bad for me, so so bad, I want to see him again. I want to feel that buzz of energy that I have when I’m around him, to see his reactions to even the lightest of my touches. I like the way he makes me feel, confident and strong, and its real when I'm around him, not just the front I put on for the world. That is why I had sex with him, because despite his many flaws I am drawn to him in a way I can’t even explain to myself.

  Despite all that though I know that the second I give in to him the little strength I have will wain and become consumed by him. He makes me feel strong, but in doing so he renders me weak. He is my weakness. He's dangerous to someone like me. He makes me feel alive, in fact no, he just makes me feel. That is the scariest thing about him. I need to stay strong. In an alarmingly short space of time he's become an infuriatingly addictive drug, a drug I need to quit before my addiction destroys me. The problem with that, as proven by the flowers sat in front of me, is he won’t just let me walk away. Its human nature to want the unattainable, and that is why he wants me...because I said no. It's the law of sod.

  If there's one thing I've learnt in this life it's not to trust anyone. The only one you can truly rely on is yourself. When someone like Theodore Ellis pops up on your radar you should run like hell. He's a head fuck and no matter how he makes me feel, one way or another he will screw me over in the end. Guaranteed. The best thing I can do is just ignore him. We had sex, it was good, end of.

  "Wow. Are those from him?" Molly startles me from my thoughts. Molly and George had the biggest I told you so smiles when I told them, oh and not to mention the fact that I lost a hundred quid.

  "Um, yeah." I stumble.

  "Well he's persistent." She smiles innocently.

  "I find men often can be when they want something." I raise an eyebrow at her.

  "You're such a cynic." She mutters.

  "No, I’m realistic." Molly is the sort of woman men flock to. She loves men and they love her. She has a boyfriend for a couple months then gets bored and moves on, leaving a string of broken hearts in her wake. Molly however has definitely never experienced a man like Theo before. Molly attracts nice boys. I apparently attract arseholes.

  "Well, he's already screwed you, so if that's all he's after then he wouldn't be sending flowers now would he?" She looks so pleased with herself. I just scowl at her.

  "He's that guy that every girl wants to believe she can change Molly... I'm not that naive. I'm just disappointed in myself for being so damn weak. God knows I hate that feeling." I frown down at my hands.

  She smiles sympathetically.

  "What do you fancy for dinner?" She asks changing the subject.

  "I don't mind as long as it's accompanied by copious amounts of wine." My stress levels are off the chart right now.

  Molly laughs. "Ok. Where's George?"

  "I think he's rehearsing again." George got the big job he auditioned for last week. He's been out rehearsing almost every evening since. The rehearsals are ruthless and unrelenting. Twice this week I’ve found him stood in ice baths. It's punishing.

  Molly and I spend the evening eating chicken fajitas, which is one of my favourites, washed down with white wine, lots of white wine. I'm aware that I’m being less than talkative. I'm in a bad mood and I’m stressed. Molly doesn't try to coax conversation out of me. She knows better.

  The weekend comes around quickly and brings with it a rare bout of sunshine in the disappointing English summer. Last month its flood warnings, now they're warning there might be a heat wave, still, it lifts my spirits. Molly and I decide in a slightly over enthusiastic move to try and soak up some vitamin D and go to the park across the street from the flat.

  I lay sprawled on my back next to Molly on a blanket which we've spread across the grass. I close my eyes and sigh contently. The sun feels so good against my bare legs. The distant hum of London traffic is drowned out by the birds singing optimistically and the gentle rustle of leaves in the soft breeze.

  "This is so nice. I wish it were this sunny all the time." I sigh.

  "Yeah right. I'm waiting for the rain to roll in any minute." She sighs.

  I put my ear buds in, deciding that a little snooze in the sun will do wonders for my shockingly pale skin. I pull up my tank top, exposing my stomach to the rays. I'm halfway through listening to Taylor swift singing about being twenty two when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Nothing’s changed, but the atmosphere feels suddenly charged. I open an eye, but all I see is blue sky. A tap on my shoulder from Molly makes me turn on my side to face her and pull my ear buds out.

  "Holy shit, serious talent at ten o' clock." Molly hisses at me whilst death gripping my forearm.

  I swing my gaze to where she's looking and my stomach bottoms out. Two guys are running along the path that runs around the outside of the park. The blonde guy with his top off I don't recognise, but the other is a face I know only too well. His dark hair is stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat. He's wearing a sleeveless gym top that leaves his bulging shoulders and arms on display and showcasing the artwork that decorates his skin.

  "Fuck." I drop my glasses onto my face and roll back over onto my back, wishing I could disappear into the ground and hoping he doesn't recognise me.

  "Oh my god, is that…? I swear he wasn't that hot before." She whispers.

  "That's because you were drunk and he wasn't exposing so much inked up manliness." I sigh. “He just had to come to this park.” I grumble. I keep trying to avoid him, but I seem to bump into him in random places. I’m starting to think he’s stalking me.

  "Why are you ignoring him?" She hisses.

  "Why do you think?" I whisper. "I haven't spoken to him since I left his office...still harbouring wet knickers I might add."

  "Wow, you're so eloquent Lill’s. Oh, and too late, he's coming this way with his seriously yummy shirtless friend." She squeals.

  I groan. "Not good. I'm asleep okay."

  A few seconds later and Molly greets the two guys. "Lilly." Theo says in that deep voice that has me trembling, but I say nothing. Molly laughs beside me just as a stream of cold water touches my stomach. I shriek and turn onto my side. "God you're an arsehole." I grumble.

  He laughs lightly. "Hey. You do realise it's not actually that warm right?" He indicates toward my bare midriff. His mocking smile seems to outshine the sun.

  I roll onto my front and glare up at him, hoping he'll make small talk and then leave. "Yeah, well you never know when you'll next see sunshine. You have to grab your opportunities." I hear Molly's exasperated sigh beside me.

  "So who's your friend Theo?" Molly is so bloody obvious. The way her eyes roam over the other guy is ridiculous. Her lips are slightly parted as she flicks her tongue over her upper lip. The guy doesn't miss it. He smiles and winks at her. Oh Jesus, another cocky one. I will admit though, he has a pretty impressive upper half on show, nowhere near as good as Theo's, but t
hat's because Theo looks like a bloody god. This guy is athletic where Theo is chiselled and beautifully honed.

  "This is Hugo. Hugo, Molly and Lilly." Hugo's eyebrows shoot up at my name, which I can only assume means he knows who I am, which I can then assume means Theo's spoken about me. Weird.

  "Nice to meet you." I say.

  "Very, very nice to meet you." Molly practically purrs. I swear to god, put her in front of an attractive man and she completely turns into a weird sex stalker.

  "Likewise." Hugo responds before dropping onto the grass next to Molly. I roll my eyes at exactly the same time as Theo and laugh.

  Theo drops into a crouch near me. I catch his scent of sweat and body wash and just pure man. His eyes are bright like a Mediterranean ocean today as he meets my gaze. He reaches out and pulls my sunglasses of my face, brushing my cheek as he does. "That's better." He smiles. "Do you mind if I have a sip of your water?"

  "Sure, I guess you poured yours on me." I grumble, still feeling a little scattered from his touch.

  He smiles as he picks up my bottle and takes three long gulps. His adam’s apple moves as he swallows, and a drop of sweat rolls across his stubble covered jaw and down his throat. I swallow hard and try to control my hormones which are currently going haywire in the presence of all those muscles and male pheromones.

  "Thanks." He says quietly, flashing me that come to bed smile. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and wipes his face with it. All conversation seems to drop into silence as that glorious body makes an appearance. Hugo chuckles, but I can't pull my eyes from those bulging abs and deep cut guidelines. Then all too quickly he drops his shirt again and winks at me, that sexy as hell smile still on his face. Ugh, bastard! He's good, I'll give him that. I turn my gaze to Molly, whose eyes are still firmly trained on the spot where Theo's shirt was just lifted.

  I lightly hit her. "Jesus Molly it's not that good." I grumble.

  "Are you shitting me!?" She stammers. "What is wrong with you?" Hugo and Theo both laugh.