by L. P. Lovell
"Ah fuck Lilly." I groan. She smiles coyly. She's like every fantasy that any guy has ever had straddling me and taking my clothes off. She pulls my shirt back and over my shoulders, her eyes light up.
"I love your tattoos." She leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Nothing turns me on more than a man with some dirty ink." I bite my lip. Where has this woman been hiding, seriously? I wish all women were like this.
"If I'd known that I'd have got them out that first time I met you." I smile.
She slides off of my lap and crouches in front of me, kissing and nipping her way down over my stomach, whilst undoing my belt and fly. She looks up at me, her eyes bright and wild. She completely owns me right now.
She drops her head and gently kisses the tip of my exposed erection, I groan at the sight of those perfect lips on my cock.
She wraps her lips around me and begins to work the length of my shaft, taking me deep into her mouth whilst flicking her tongue across the tip. In an embarrassingly short period of time, my balls start to tighten and my cock jerks in warning.
"Lilly, you need to stop or I’m going to come." I beg breathlessly.
She looks up and runs her tongue over her top lip, her expression smug. She materialises a foil packet from somewhere, rips it open and rolls the condom down over my sensitive cock.
She stands and hitching up her dress, moves to straddle me again. She lifts her weight off of me and grabs the base of my cock before slowly lowering back down, taking just an inch before lifting again. It takes me a delirious moment to realise that she must not have been wearing any underwear. Ah shit that's hot.
She lowers again until I’m buried balls deep in her. She moans when she finally takes all of me. She's so tight, I have to grit my teeth and focus hard so I don't explode. She stays there unmoving while she grabs the back of my head and kisses me fiercely, nipping at my bottom lip. She rocks her hips, grinding into me. I groan and pull against my restrained wrists which sends a stab of pain through my shoulders. She smiles, then leans around me and pulls the tie loose, releasing me.
I've let her have her fun, but this is where the ride gets bumpy. Her forehead is against mine, her breath on my lips. I grab her hips and thrust upward into her hard as she grinds against me. She moans loudly, and drags her nails across my shoulders. I love rough, dirty, biting, scratching sex. This girl has dirty written all over her. We pick up a rhythm and I meet her with every thrust, pounding repeatedly into her.
"Lean back and hold onto the desk." I say against her lips. She does as I say and the adjusted angle means I’m rubbing on one spot inside her that I know will have her screaming.
"Oh, fuck." She cries. A groan slips past my lips as she rubs the head of my cock. She feels so good, so tight. I reach up under her skirt and place my palm low on her stomach, pressing my thumb against her clit, rubbing gently.
She throws back her head and groans, her eyes flutter shut. The sight of her like this has me so close to coming.
I start to feel her tighten and clench and pound upwards into her.
"Oh, shit! Theo!" She cries out and her body jerks and quivers, she tightens around me like a vice, sending me plummeting over the edge. I come hard with a growl.
She collapses against me, her chest heaving. I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck. She smells amazing, her own sweet scent mixed with sex. I hold her close until her breathing calms and slows. She pulls back and looks at me with sparkling green eyes. Her smile is breath-taking.
"That was..." She trails off.
"Yeah." I reply, at a similar loss for words.
She laughs as she stands up, wincing slightly.
"Are you ok?"
"Fine, just...you know." I smile at her as she straightens her skirt.
“Sorry, that happens sometimes, what with my monster cock.” I laugh as she rolls her eyes.
“And he’s back. Lucky for you I love it rough…and that is not a monster, it’s a little teddy bear.” She winks at me and I can feel my cock starting to ready itself for round two. Jesus Christ! What is wrong with me?! She winked. I don't know what the hell she does to me, but she's like some sort of non-chemical Viagra.
I dispose of the condom and pull up my boxers and trousers.
“Here.” She perches on my lap and buttons my shirt, working her fingers downward until she’s done. She then retrieves my tie, lifting my collar to place it around my neck. She ties a perfect Windsor knot before folding the collar back down. She kisses me quickly and then stands
“Well, as much as I would love to go for round two…” She checks her watch. “It’s nearly four fifteen, and I have a meeting in Covent Garden in twenty minutes.”
I smile at her. “I’ll drive you. I’m going that way.” I wasn’t really going that way as such, and I don’t know why I so rashly offered to drive her, but I suddenly don’t want her to leave. I’ll take an extra twenty minutes with her. It’s only a small detour to Covent Garden, and who knows I may just grow a vagina on the way.
"It's okay, you don't have to." She replies.
"Its fine, like I said, I'm going that way."
“Um, well okay. Thank you.” She offers me a small smile.
She grabs her handbag and briefcase and heads out the door. I follow her along the corridor to the elevator. She presses the call button and we wait. I glance over my shoulder to see the receptionist from earlier staring open mouthed at our backs. She quickly drops her gaze when she sees me look toward her. I glance at Lilly who has pressed her lips firmly together in an attempt to supress a smile.
The elevator arrives and we step inside. Lilly leans casually against the hand rail in the corner of the elevator looking very relaxed. She possesses a steady confidence and self-assuredness that I’ve never witnessed in her before, or any other woman for that matter. I stare at her, assessing her mood. Last time we had sex she completely blanked me afterward. Today she seems almost happy. I suppose that is the desired effect, always good to know you’re doing it right. She notices my scrutiny and smiles sweetly at me, blushing a delicate shade of pink.
“What?” She tilts her head.
I smile and shake my head. “I’m just admiring your seemingly good mood. You’re normally a bit of a bitch, no offense.” I wink at her.
She rolls her eyes. “That’s because you usually antagonise me.”
“I don’t antagonise you. I pursue you. There’s a difference.”
“Really?” She’s sarcastic.
“Clearly I need to brush up on my skills. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m a stalker. I have reputation to uphold.” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes. ”I’ll do my best not to tarnish your ladies man rep.” The doors open and she strides into the lobby, me trailing along behind her and out the front where James is waiting in the car.
"We're stopping off at Covent garden James." I say to him.
"Henrietta Street." Lilly elaborates as she settles into her seat.
I watch her as she gazes out of the window. She’s like this conundrum that I can’t work out. I don’t even know why I want to work her out! Fucking hell I’m officially becoming a pussy. This girl is driving me insane.
“So does no getting to know you mean I can’t ask you out to dinner?” I smile in an attempt to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere in the car.
She frowns and her features harden. "No. No dinner, no dates. I'll make it clear for you right now. I don't do relationships, dates and dinners are a relationship thing. Just sex." She stares me down. Something about the way she says it makes me pay attention. She's almost panicked by the idea. I can't say I'm not happy about it though. I'm starting to wonder if there is a god and he manufactured this woman just for me.
"Neither do I." I smile at her. "But most women at least expect dinner." I raise an eyebrow at her.
She leans closer to me and presses her lips to mine, tracing my lower lip with her tongue. "I'm not most women." Christ, no shit. "All I expect from you hot stuff...is an
orgasm." She whispers against my lips and I groan as my cock twitches.
We pull up outside a small Victorian style block of offices on the busy street
"I have your number. I'll be in touch when I need you." She smiles and places what was supposed to be a swift kiss on my lips, but I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. When I pull away she’s flushed and a little breathless. She looks at me for a moment with bright eyes and runs her nails over the stubble of my jaw in an intimate gesture before leaving the car. I watch her as she walks through the front door. Everything about her is articulate, she moves with the grace of a ballerina. Wherever she goes people notice her, male and female. She just has a presence that commands attention, combined with a beauty that cannot be rivalled. The woman is seriously hot.
"Head to the gym please James." I lean back in the seat and try and try to clear my head. I can still taste her, and the scent of her perfume still hangs in the air. My cock still aches for her. I inhale deeply. I'm destined to spend the rest of my days with a boner, always wanting her again and again.
Chapter 10 – Lilly
It's Thursday night and as promised, George and I are heading out for drinks. We asked Molly to join us, but she had to work a show tonight. I dress in a navy blue wrap dress with capped sleeves, a deep neckline and a skirt that is definitely leaning toward the shorter side of mid-thigh, paired with heels, its killer.
George slings an arm around my shoulder as we stand at the bar in ‘Vodka’, which as the name suggests is a vodka bar. Two little trays of six shots are placed in front of us.
"So my little vixen, are we drowning sorrows over an arsehole, or are we celebrating a new toy?" He grins whilst wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I laugh. "Well he is an arsehole, but he happens to be a very attractive arsehole. So yes, I may indulge in a little play."
He chuckles. "Girl after my own heart. Chin chin." He clinks his first shot to mine. We down all six shots in succession. The sickly sweet alcohol makes my stomach churn, but I manage to keep them down. I must be losing my touch.
"Right, we're going to play the number game. Deadline is one 'o' clock, after that you owe me drinks for the rest of the night." He smiles.
"Pft, you'll be owing me more like. You're on."
We drink, we dance, we laugh, we go to several bars, though I couldn't tell you where. All I know is that in the last club we somehow kicked the dancers off their podiums and took their places. George got kicked out. I’d just like to note, I didn’t, probably because I’m female, but I’m not telling him that in the morning. The story will be that he was so wasted he got physically removed from the pole. By the end of the night I have a lot of numbers, but George cheats and chats up girls as well as guys prior to his removal of course. They all swoon and practically throw their knickers at him. I have argued many a time that this is unfair, as George would not sleep with them. He argued that I wouldn’t sleep with half the men who give me their number either. Sneaky bastard.
Now usually I'm the one that's being carried home, throwing up and passing out, however this time it's George that quickly ends up wasted. For once I'm the responsible one and stop drinking once I see this going south fast, although by the time I stop I'm already pretty pissed. At a measly twelve o’ clock we stagger out of some club and start wondering aimlessly down the street. My head is still seriously spinning from all the tequila shots we had about an hour ago.
"Baaabe. I am soooo hoorny right noow." George slurs.
"Oh my god. Me too." I giggle.
"Let’s have sex!" He shouts before laughing so hard he ends up slumped against a shop window.
"Ew George. I'm pretty sure I'm missing some necessary body parts for that."
"You're riiight babe. If I were straight though..." He squints at me, which I think is supposed to be sexy but just makes me giggle more. "...totally would. I'm gonna text T.J." He slurs. T.J is a dancer friend of Georges. They sometimes hook up. "You should totally use that fine piece of arse. Call him." He waves toward my clutch bag whilst he concentrates on his phone. I have a feeling that whatever George is intending to write is not the same text T.J will actually receive.
"Which one? Cruise or Theo?" I laugh.
"Ooh. Both! Shit that would be sooo fucking hot." He grins like a loon.
I laugh. "You just sit down here. I'm going to call a taxi." He slides to the floor and waves me off dismissively.
I look at my phone and there's a text from Theo: Can't stop thinking about my afternoon ride yesterday.... x
I smile at the screen. I'm tipsy and that always makes me horny, and now I'm thinking of him which makes me doubly horny. Without thinking on it much more I call him. He answers after a few rings.
"Hey sugar." His deep voice makes me instantly wet.
"Hey." I purr down the phone at him. "So I have a little problem I'm hoping you can fix."
"Oh, what's that?" I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Well...I have an itch only you can scratch." I hear George snort behind me and I giggle.
He laughs. "Is that so?"
I drop my voice to almost a whisper. "Mmm Hmm. In fact I'm wet for you. Right. Now." George erupts into giggles where he's slumped on the ground. I press my lips together to stop myself laughing. I’ve always been terrible at talking dirty, I just laugh.
"Fuck. Where are you?" He hisses.
"I'll be home in half an hour. Meet me there."
"That doesn't answer my question sugar. Where are you right now?" His tone is clipped.
"Um…" I scan my surroundings. Not really knowing quite where we are. "George. George!" I kick his slumped form. "Where are we?"
"Jesus Lilly. You don't even know where you are? How drunk are you?" He sounds exasperated.
"Tipsy..." I hold my hand up and pinch my thumb and index finger together as if he can see me.
"I think we came out of ‘Pulse’." George laughs again mainly to himself I think.
"You're by ‘Pulse’?" Theo asks.
"Apparently. Though I warn you that George may not be a reliable source right now." I shrug at George who now has his head tilted down almost in his lap.
"Who's George?" He asks with what I swear sounds like a hint of jealousy.
"My flat mate." I don't elaborate. It's none of his business.
"I wish I could give myself a blow job. That would be sooo coool!” George slurs without lifting his head. I laugh at his crumpled form.
"I'll be there in five minutes. I'm just around the corner." Theo says.
"Theo no. We don't need..." I say eventually when I've got myself under control. Click. "Theo?" He's gone.
"Lill's. I am so jealous you get to tap that tonight." George tips his head up and smiles at me drunkenly. I sigh and sit down on the pavement next to him and pull his head into my lap where he promptly passes out.
I look up when a white Range Rover pulls up to the curb a few minutes later. The door opens and heavy black boots with long jean sheathed legs step out. He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt that puts his muscled, tattooed arms on full display. God he looks good right now. No-one should be allowed to look that good.
"Well. You two look worse for wear." Those beautiful lips curl up as he smirks at me. I've pretty much sobered up by this point, but my mind feels cloudy and intoxicated by him. "Don't you have to work tomorrow?" He tilts his head at me.
"Yes, hence I'm the responsible one tonight." I cock an eyebrow. "So not the case usually." I poke George and tell him he has to move. Theo and I guide him to the back seat where he crawls in and collapses. Theo shuts the door before turning and pinning me against it.
His eyes drop and scan my body, sending a flush crawling up my neck. He looks so good in his tight t-shirt, I just want to rip it off right now. He flashes me a devious smile and I have to check my knickers haven't burst into flames. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me hard against his chest. When I open my eyes his
penetrating gaze meets mine, his eyes bright against his tanned skin are just inches away. My breathing becomes ragged. He smiles before grasping the back of my neck firmly and pressing his lips to mine gently. I suddenly can't take it anymore. I need him right now. I turn and press his back against the car. One hand grabs a handful of his hair whilst the other creeps under his shirt to trace the hard ridges of muscle over his stomach, he shivers slightly under my touch and I'm inwardly gloating. He groans, before gently pushing me away. His eyes smoulder and his breathing is just as laboured as mine.
"We should go." He smiles, clearly amused by my assault.
"Ok." I agree begrudgingly. He chuckles as I follow him around the car, he holds the door open whilst I climb in.
As we drive back through the quiet London streets I can feel the energy radiating through the car. I feel as though I’m physically gravitating toward him. He places one hand on my thigh and I have to clamp my thighs together. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He keeps his gazed firmly fixed out the windscreen, but I spot the hint of a smile on his lips.
He pulls up outside my flat and I’m almost grateful for the opportunity to escape the intensity in the car. I turn to look at him and his bright eyes seem to smoulder in the darkness. My heart races and I bite my lip to stop myself from actually panting like some kind of animal, dear god I need to get a grip of myself.
I lean back into the seat trying to calm myself and gasp when his fingers brush my cheek. When I turn to look at him, the look in his eyes is savage and raw. His hand moves from a gentle brush of my cheek, to a near violent gesture, winding into my hair and grabbing it firmly at the nape of my neck. His lips collide with mine, demanding from me everything I have to give. I part my lips willing him to explore my mouth. One second I’m sat in my seat and the next I’m being dragged across the centre console to straddle him. It’s a cramped space, but somehow I can’t seem to get close enough to him. I pull away gasping for breath. His lips drop to my neck, kissing greedily down my throat, his arms wrap around me pulling me hard against him. My back is bowed, forcing my breasts forward against his chest. His teeth graze my earlobe making me shiver. I instinctively grind against him. I can feel his erection straining against his trousers, separated only by the thin lace of my underwear.