by Rae Spencer
She didn’t look at him, couldn’t. Her eyes closed, her body burning, she wanted him, too. The heat of his touch scorched her through the cotton of the robe.
“Tell me,” he whispered, “you aren’t all hot and bothered, too.”
She lifted her head to look at him, her mouth opened but no words escaped. Clay stood in front of her in only a towel, the towel jutted outward around his groin, his chest glistening with the remnants of water from his shower. Lily closed her eyes as a tremor raced along her body. Her breathing hitched.
Clay heard her breathing escalate. Knew she had seen his arousal. He couldn’t hide it. The moment he had seen her in the robe, his cock throbbed to life, wanting to know if she wore anything under it. He wanted her to be bare.
“I want you, Lily,” his lips brushed hers; “I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
In the moonlight, he could just make out the blush rising on her cheeks.
“I want to bury myself inside of you,” his breath steaming against her earlobe.
His tongue snaked out tracing her ear, “I want to feel your body against mine. I want to taste you, every inch, and I want to hear you scream as you come for me.”
She trembled as his words rolled over her, heating her higher. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her body pulsed with need, a need he created.
His lips trailed over her cheek, a breath in front of hers. She gasped as her eyes rose to his, her need, her desire visible.
Clay’s fingers swept into her hair, arching her head as his mouth touched hers. His touch was gentle, the slightest touch of his lips, he teased her mouth.
Her lips parted, her breath rushed out, rolling over his lips.
He settled his lips firmly over hers, his fingers tightening.
Lily moaned deep in her throat, she was lost. She wanted Clay, wanted to know where these feelings would lead. It was dark, he wouldn’t see, not now.
Her hands drifted up his arms, clutching his shoulders as his tongue plunged into her mouth.
His hands roved down her back, gripping her waist he pulled her tightly against him. He angled his head his tongue dueling with hers.
She knotted her hands in his hair, pressing her body tighter against him, as close as she could possibly get.
His hands skated around her waist untying the belt to the robe, grabbing the edges he opened the robe.
Clay murmured against her lips, “I want you so much, Lily.” He pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He picked her up. Turning, he sat her on the kitchen island, spreading her legs and stepping between them.
He kissed his way over her chin and down her neck, as his hands stroked the skin at her waist.
She shuddered at the sensations streaking along her nerves, the feel of his hands touching her, his mouth sipping at her skin.
His hands glided over her skin, cupping her breasts. He played, squeezing, and massaging them. They filled his hands, a heavy weight, and it was all her.
He bent forward, his tongue skimming her breastbone before flicking over her right nipple. His fingers tightened at her waist, he loved the taste of her skin. She wore no perfumes, no sprays. He tasted just Lily.
He glanced up, his eyes finding hers in the dark. Her eyes glowed in the moonlight and his body clenched at the need he saw.
He moved his lips over every inch of her right breast, leaving a hot wet trail behind. Her fingers gripped the top of the counter as she arched into his mouth, her skin burning, sizzling in each spot his mouth touched.
He pulled her hands loose, pushing them up his chest and over his shoulders. He crushed her mouth, his fingers skimming down to tease her nipples.
She moaned as he pushed her down on the counter, her hands tangling in his hair. He broke the kiss, traveling down her neck finding and teasing her nipples with his tongue.
“Lily,” he gasped, “pick your legs up, put them on the counter.”
She glanced at him from beneath heavy eyes, barely seeing him. Her body trembling with her need and with the darkness enclosing them she placed her feet on the counter on either side of his hips.
He teased his way up her neck. Her erratic and aroused breathing heightened his need. His hand grazed her stomach, smiling against her neck as her muscles jumped beneath his touch.
His fingers didn’t stop, slid past her belly button and onto her pussy mound. Her body quivered beneath his hand.
He trailed a finger down the line between her pussy lips, then up. He felt her juices flow and his cock reacted, jerking behind the towel. He pushed his finger between her pussy lips opening her to him, her wetness coating his finger.
Clay had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Lily. He wanted to be inside of her. Now! He couldn’t wait. He would tease and torment her later, but now, at this moment, he had to be inside of her.
“Lily, I’m sorry.” His finger grazed her wet lips. “I can’t wait. I need you so badly.”
Her eyes jerked to his face as he pulled the towel off. Her mouth went dry.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips, wetting himself with her juices.
Lily arched into his movements, her body pulsing with heat.
She gripped his forearms, meeting his strokes. Clay eased back a little, placing the tip of his cock just inside her entrance. His muscles clenched, need pounding through his veins, she was so tight. His eyes met hers, feeling her stare more than seeing it. He couldn’t stop now, closing his eyes he gasped.
“Lily, love,” he whispered. His body recoiled and with one powerful surge, he buried every inch of his cock deep inside her pussy.
A strangled sob escaped, her body jerking. He was huge. He stood motionless waiting for her body to ease around him. Eyes closing she arched into him.
He gasped leaning down his teeth grazed her nipples as he pulled back slightly.
Lily met his stroke. He growled. His muscles quivering as his control deserted him. He stood up between her spread legs, clasping her knees he rode her powerfully. Each stroke fully embedded his cock inside of her.
Her hips arched, her breast jiggled with every thrust, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his cock.
He groaned deeply, closing his eyes, arching his head he slammed into her.
She gripped his wrists soft sobs falling from her swollen lips. “Clay,” she cried as her pussy clenched his cock, her fingers digging into his wrists.
Lily flew. Her body exploding in a cavalcade of lights, blood rushed through her body. It was intoxicating! Amazing!
Clay exploded, flooding her with his wetness as his groan reverberated over her body. “That was incredible.”
Chapter 5
“Wrap your arms around my neck, your legs my waist,” Clay whispered against her neck.
Lily buried her face in his neck, her heart still pounding.
He stood, pulling her into his embrace and off the counter walking into his bedroom.
She tensed, but he did not attempt to turn on the lights.
He laid her down on the bed, leaning over her. “Lily, I didn’t ask, and I didn’t use anything, but are you on birth control?”
“No,” she murmured.
His tongue traced her lips, “Okay, no big deal.”
She stiffened. Birth control was a big deal. She hadn’t even thought about it, it wasn’t an issue for her. “I’m sorry.”
“It is okay.” His hand brushed the side of her face, his lips following until his mouth settled over hers, stealing her breath. “This time I intend to love you properly.”
“What?” She gasped.
He laughed. “I wanted you too much, I couldn’t control myself. I want to taste, touch, and know every inch of you.”
His confession had her head spinning, heart jumping into her throat.
He stretched out alongside her, teasing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He lowered his head, flicking his tongue
over her nipple.
She arched as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. His hand roamed up and down her sides while his mouth worked its way over to her other breast.
She curved her hands over his shoulders, tangling her fingers in his hair. She wanted to kiss him, to taste his mouth. She urged him up with her hands and their mouths met. Her passion exploded as she pressed her body against his.
He groaned as Lily’s need, passion rocked and flowed through him. He ripped his mouth from hers, his tongue skimming down her neck teasing her pulse.
He nipped her neck. “There is so much I want to do to you.”
Her breathing escalated as his mouth touched hers again, his hand moving down her stomach. “Open your legs for me,” he whispered stroking her pussy lips. “Bend your knee.”
She bent her left knee. His fingers glided over her pussy, touching her wetness, letting her juices coat his fingers. He pushed one finger inside her, thrusting, as his thumb teased her clit.
She moaned, moving her hips, pressing her pussy against his hand.
His hot breath flowed over her breast, her nipple.
“Clay,” she whispered, her fingers caressing his shoulder.
He leaned on his elbow. She stroked her fingers over his shoulder and down his chest, her thumb brushing his nipple. She felt more than heard his groan. Her other hand moved over his chest, trying to span the breadth, but she couldn’t.
Her body bucked as he pushed a second finger inside her tight sheath.
“Come for me.” His thumb moved faster on her clit. “I want to feel you.”
Her hips pumped against his fingers, as her fingers glided down her stomach and onto his hand. Clay increased the pressure of his thumb as her fingers gripped his wrist. His tongue flicked her nipple, circling before sucking.
She moved her bent leg, turning toward him.
“Leave it,” he commanded.
“I can’t.” She sobbed, continuing to turn desperate to achieve the release again.
He growled, pulling his hand away from her pussy.
Her eyes snapped to his, her body trembling with her need, her sudden fear. Had he realized, touched? Or had she made him angry. Her mind whirled with possibilities and when he reached for her, she flinched.
He stopped, seeing her eyes wide in the moonlight. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “Are you stopping now?
He stared at her, momentarily lost for words. She was afraid, crying. “What’s wrong, why are you crying?” he caught her tear with his finger.
She rolled to her side, struggling to sit up. Her body thrummed, but it was over. She moved to the edge of the bed, her back to him looking for something to cover herself.
She felt the towel by the headboard and grabbed it, wrapping her body before standing. She turned, leaving his room and quickly entering hers, closing the door behind her.
She leaned against the door, her breathing harsh, clenching her fists. She should not have let that happen. She should not have let him touch her. He made her vulnerable and look - look what a fool she made of herself.
She had believed his words. But they weren’t true! Couldn’t have been true. He had stopped.
She stumbled over to the bed collapsing, curling into a ball. What would happen tomorrow? Maybe he wouldn’t mind if she backed out of their deal.
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Clay stared after Lily, not sure what happened. She had been so passionate, so needy one moment and the next afraid and withdrawn. She hadn’t even looked at him or responded when he called her name. She just walked out without any explanations.
He racked his brain. She asked if he was stopping. He hadn’t planned on stopping, but her tears startled him. Damn. What happened?
He climbed off the bed, walking to her room, intent on getting answers. The woman was going to explain herself.
He stopped outside her door, taking a deep breath. A strange sound filtered through the door, he listened. It was a sob. Lily was crying.
All other thoughts fled his mind. What did he do? Did he hurt her? He couldn’t help himself. He opened the door walking into her room stopping by the bed, whispering, “Lily, what’s wrong?”
He sat next to her on the bed, but she didn’t respond. He hated when a woman cried, but Lily crying tore him apart. He lay behind her pulling her into his arms.
“Lily, don’t cry,” he whispered, “please.”
She wrapped herself tighter into a ball, her arms covering her face.
He pulled her arms loose, forcing her body to turn toward him. Her body trembled, but he didn’t stop, slipping her leg between his, her head on his chest. He held her tightly.
“I can’t stand to see you cry.” His hand roamed over her back. “Please tell me why.”
She tried to move away. “No, Lily.” He held her tighter against him. “I won’t hurt you, I won’t press you,” his fingers tangled in her hair, caressing her head, “just let me hold you.”
He held her, offering comfort as her tears burnt his chest, until her sobs eased and sleep claimed her.
His mind raced as he pulled her tighter against him. He knew one thing, if he wanted Lily, and he did, he was going to have to find out what was wrong and fix it.
Chapter 6
Lily slowly woke, recognizing the feel of Clay next to her. She squeezed her eyes closed. He was going to demand explanations from her and she wasn’t ready to give them and probably never would be.
She lay quietly, hoping she didn’t wake him, trying to understand what happened. She needed to think. She carefully maneuvered out of his arms; grateful he still slept and snuck out of the room.
Once in the kitchen she put some coffee on, still wrapped in the towel. She picked her robe up off the floor putting it on, feeling more comfortable once her body was covered.
She made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the little table staring out at the Seattle skyline. She didn’t know how to face Clay or what to say to him.
She was embarrassed. She enjoyed being with him, the way he touched her. The orgasm, well, that had been amazing. She wanted to move, he told her not to, but she couldn’t help herself, and he stopped.
She never had an orgasm before, but with Clay the passion, the need had been so natural. So wonderful. So beautiful.
What happens now?
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Clay stood in the doorway watching Lily, not sure how to approach her or what to say. He headed to his room closing the door behind him.
She heard the door to Clay’s room close. She quietly went to her room hopping in the shower wishing the water would wash her away.
She dried off, dressed and blew dry her hair. Clay was meeting with his management team today to discuss Distracteds upcoming album. They were supposed to go over some merchandising ideas, the length of a tour, whether to headline or be a supporting band or both, plus various other things.
She was going shopping with the wives and girlfriend today. She couldn’t afford to buy the things the others would, but she might enjoy window-shopping.
She walked into the kitchen, Clay wasn’t out yet, she made herself another cup of coffee sitting at the table. She wondered if he was he avoiding her. Probably, not that she could blame him.
Clay walked out dressed and ready to go, glad to see she was also. He wanted to talk to her, but didn’t want to start something he couldn’t finish. Their conversation would have to wait until tonight.
“You ready?” He glanced at her.
“Whenever you are.” She stood, picking up her purse.
“Got everything?” he asked.
She nodded, walking over to the door, waiting for him. They left the suite and entered the elevator.
He turned toward her handing her something. “Here.”
She took the item, turning it over in her hand. It was a credit card. “What is this for?”
He grinned. “For shopping.”
“I can’t use this.” She handed the car
d back to Clay.
“Yes, you can.” He pushed the card tighter into her hand. “Your name is on the card.”
“How did you get my name on a card?” She jerked her head up, looking into his eyes.
“I had your name put on so you could go shopping.” He pushed the elevator button.
“That is very kind, but not necessary.” She tried to hand the card back again. She couldn’t spend his money. She wasn’t his wife or his girlfriend - she had no right.
“Yes.” Clay stared at her, his teeth clenching. “Take the card, Lily. Buy whatever you want, that was part of the deal.”
She flinched placing the card in her purse. She wouldn’t use the card, but she didn’t want to argue with him either. They exited the elevator and headed to the car.
She noticed his hand did not touch her like before. He didn’t get too close to her, either. Lily sighed. She should not have expected anything else.
She sat quietly next to Clay as they picked up the others. She greeted Sara and Melissa introduced her to Amy, Kevin’s wife, who was a cute petite brunette. Amy hadn’t been at the dinner or BBQ, but she was a sweetheart and she would be happy to spend the day with them.
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Melissa frowned slightly over at Lily as they finished lunch, “Lily, you haven’t bought anything, how come?”
“Clay did give you a card, didn’t he?” Amy asked gesturing towards Lily’s purse.
“Yes, I haven’t found anything I wanted,” Lily hedged, her cheeks tingling.
Melissa leaned down whispering, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She glanced up at Melissa, smiling.
Sara stood looking at them. “Come on, let’s go, I want to get some shoes.”
Amy whispered in her ear, “Sara loves to spend Tom’s money.”
Lily giggled, standing as they headed out, going to another high-end store. They separated and she was glad, she didn’t want them asking her too many questions.
She wandered around, looking, found a pair of shoes she liked and tried them on. They were gorgeous, but far too expensive for her budget. She sighed putting them back.
“Nothing again?” Amy asked, stopping behind her.