by Amiee Smith
“Log into your student loan account. I want to pay the balance.”
“What? Michael, no!”
“I can’t send you flowers because it will trigger your allergies. I can’t kiss you in elevators because it’s too cliché. I can’t buy you a car… I still don’t understand your reasonings behind that. You’re clipping my romance wings left and right. Let me do this. I can afford it. Your student loan balance is less than I spend on dress shirts each season. Dress shirts. Each season. Let me romance you, Lilly. In the way I know how. And if it makes you feel any better, I’m doing this more for me. If you don’t need to work, then I never have to worry about getting an ‘I’m too busy text’ from you when I’m so ready to see you my balls ache.”
“I would hate for your balls to suffer,” I say, chuckling.
“Log into your account.”
“Wait. If I let you do this… I’m your real girlfriend. Not just fancy dinners and sex when you’re in town. I understand L.A. is home base for you, so you won’t be around all the time. I’m okay with long distance. My dissertation work is very important to me. I will be very busy. But I want to be a part of your life and I want you to be a part of mine. Good morning texts. Fidelity. GTA dates. Trust. Goodbye kisses. A real relationship, Michael.”
“I’m already there. After tonight, lets synch our calendars for the GTA dates.”
“Okay, but we are taking the bus back to your house. You are not a regular guy and I guess I’m not a regular girl, but at least we can pretend,” I say, retrieving my laptop from the coffee table and logging into my Sallie Mae account.
And that’s how I got out of student loan debt.
No late-night equations or long hours in the lab required. Just a fine as fuck billionaire boyfriend with a romantic heart.
CHAPTER 10:
MICHAEL AHMED
I don’t know if it was the few hits off the joint, the glass of wine, or Lilly’s head resting on my shoulder, but the bus ride to my house was not so bad. I only kind of want to bathe in a vat of Purell hand sanitizer. Kind of. (Yes, I’m a germophobe. Justifiably so. In my teens and some of my twenties, I spent months in and out of hospitals. Incurably sick.)
Lilly and I trek the uphill block to my house. The night is clear, and the air calm. The weather still warmer than average for San Francisco.
My phone vibrates from in my pocket as I punch in the code to the front door.
“Hi Jordan… Tonight?... Really, man? Can we wait until tomorrow to speak with her? Fine. Give me twenty minutes.”
I drop my phone in my pocket, Lilly and I cross through the first living room of my house.
“Lilly…”
“No explanation required. I’ll assume it’s work-related. I’ll grab my stuff upstairs. I promise I’ll request an Uber home,” Lilly says with a relaxed smile.
“No. I don’t want you to leave. It’s just a conference call about our Palo Alto development and I’ll take it in my office. It might last a few hours. Stay. Hang out. My chef is doing a cooking competition, but I’ll text Molly to order dinner for us.”
Lilly drops her purse and bag on the sofa before walking into the kitchen area. My eyes follow her as she opens cabinets and the refrigerator.
“Is everything in here food you eat?”
Lilly has figured out my dietary restrictions are nonnegotiable. I was very selective about what I ate today at brunch. Soon I will explain all of it to her, but for now I am grateful she’s letting me be a regular guy.
“Yes, but just in case, Molly keeps a list taped inside the pantry.”
Lilly opens the door and scans the food list.
“I can handle dinner. Would you like me to bring a plate up to you when I’m done?”
“That would be great. So, you cook?”
“Of course, Michael. I’m not an Iron Chef, but I can pull something together. I can even prepare a few Persian dishes. Though I’m probably going to keep it simple tonight.”
She gets better and better by the minute. I clear the space between us and cover her lips with mine. She tastes like wine and Lilly. Grabbing her ass, I haul her against me as my mouth angles in all directions over hers. It’s a promise kiss.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I release her.
“I need to go. You okay on your own?”
“Yes. Please take your call. I’ll cook dinner and then go down to the game room for a little GTA time.”
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With my headset cradling my ear, I write figures on a legal pad.
“What would the exchange rate be on the materials?” I ask.
My architect for the Palo Alto development begins to speak on the other end of the line. Lilly struts through my office door carrying a tray and deposits it in front of me on my glass trestle table desk. She’s prepared a piece of salmon with asparagus and a pot of tea.
I lose all concentration. My new girlfriend has traded her jeans and top in for a pair of white bikini panties with Wolverine on the front, and a white UNC T-shirt so thin I can see her small brown nipples. She’s wearing her red glasses.
All I can focus on is Lilly’s exposed belly and thin long legs. She gives me a quick smile and leaves my office. I spend the next hour uncomfortably aroused, constantly adjusting myself, and hating everyone on this conference call.
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After dropping my tray off in the kitchen, I take the elevator down to the game room.
“Oh, snap! Yaaaahh. Pao, are you seeing this?” Lilly yells.
I find my woman in front of my eighty-inch TV doing a ninja kick and jumping with a gaming controller in hand. On the screen, her character is beating some dude with a baseball bat. Who is this woman?
Lilly has the wireless gaming headset posted on top of her curls. Those legs. Those underwear. That shirt barely covering her navel. Those tiny turned up tits, unrestrained by a bra. This woman is it. Strange. Beautiful. Sexy as hell. I want her. Now.
“Lilly, say goodbye to your friends. It’s time to go to bed.”
I stand next to her with my hands in my pockets. If I don’t maintain some control, I’m going to strip her naked in the game room.
“I gotta go to bed with my boyfriend. Yaaah! GeekBlackGurl is no longer single. Yaahhh!! You get a car! And you get a car! Everyone gets a car!! I’ll tell you about him later. Bye!!” Lilly says into her headset microphone before removing it.
She starts to put the gaming gear away.
“Leave it. Molly will deal with it in the morning. Elevator. Now.”
“How was your call?” she says all smiley, sweet even.
“Aggravating. Thank you for dinner and the tea. Everything was excellent. How was your game?” I ask, entering the elevator.
“Really fun. Most of my GTA clique was on.”
She’s so cheery. A total contrast to the nerves and intense desire coursing through my body.
“Do they know about these?” I ask.
I hook my index and middle fingers into the slip of fabric between her slim thighs and drag her toward me.
“Oh, that’s hot,” she purrs, wrapping her arms around my neck. Lilly brings her mouth within inches of mine. She smells like vanilla... and something else. Adrenaline, maybe?
“I thought you were opposed to elevator kisses?”
“It’s not cliché if I kiss you,” she says.
Lilly tries to capture my lips, but I retreat, releasing my grip on her panties.
“Do you always ask guys what they’re wearing on GTA?”
“What?”
“You asked me. The first night we played.”
“I asked you over text message because you were flirting with me.”
“Do you hook up with guys from GTA?”
“No! I mostly play with other women. And no one except you has seen the Wolverine panties. These are super rare and handmade. It took months to find them on Etsy. Are you really going jealous cowboy on me right now?”
My woman is calling me on my bullshit
. I’m never this nervous before sex; jealousy serves as an easy diversion. I want this woman in the best-worst way.
“Maybe,” I smile.
“Michael, the only hands in my panties in the last 31 months have been mine and yours. And I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you right now,” she says, giving me her signature “fuck me” face.
This woman is her own brand of sexy and I want everything she is offering. Now. I ache for Lilly’s body with the urgency of a teenage boy getting ready to take his first dip.
“You haven’t been with someone in over two years?”
“Correct. I took a break from dating after Jack, so I could focus on school and my research. Are you worried I won’t be any good?” she asks with her deep chuckle.
Lilly nuzzles up close, sucking and nipping at my earlobe. Desire tingles through my entire body. There is no doubt. My woman is very good. Excellent. My erection so evident, I fear I might come. Right now. In my pants.
I step out of her embrace and try to divert my attention. I pride myself on my stamina, but I fear I’m going to bust my resolve as soon as I enter her… I can’t think about Lilly’s pussy right now. It’s a difficult feat with her lips on the other side of Wolverine’s face.
“Do you only like Wolverine?” I ask.
“No. I love all the X-Men characters, but it’s difficult to find them on panties.”
The elevator opens, and we move through the sitting area to my bedroom.
“I’m going to brush my teeth. Then I’m yours,” Lilly says with a wide smile, heading to her bathroom.
Stopping by my closet, I change into navy and white plaid pajama bottoms and leave on my undershirt. I drop a quick text to my assistant and hit up the bathroom to brush my teeth. Returning to the bedroom, Lilly waits at the foot of the bed.
Standing in front of her, my heart bumps like a subwoofer in my chest. She wraps her long arms around my neck, bringing her lips to mine. A slow and savoring kiss. It’s like she knows how unsettled I feel and is using her tongue to massage my nerves away. And it works.
I get in the game, grabbing her ass and drawing her close. My dick tents the front of my pants as my woman grinds her hips against me. I try to deepen the kiss, but Lilly pulls away.
For a moment, she just stares at me. Her expression, soft and relaxed. But those brown doe-eyes are feral. Intense. Her “bow in the presence of your queen” face and I want to obey.
Lilly hooks her finger into the V of my undershirt exposing my peck covered in dark hair. She seizes my nipple with her lips. An almost soothing embrace. I groan as her tongue spirals.
My eyes fall closed for a second before flying open. My queen bites the fuck out of my chest. Her teeth sink into my skin. My breath catches. Pain so pure, I exhale in euphoric pleasure.
“Let go.”
“I’m sorry,” Lilly says, stepping back.
“No. I love it, babe. Let me show you.”
I kneel, kissing and nipping her exposed belly. My tongue slides across the delicate skin of her pelvis and down to the waistband of her panties. Wolverine’s claws shield her pussy. I pause for a moment, silently asking him for permission before stripping them down to her ankles.
Lilly’s scent is hypnotic. I tongue-worship her inner thigh, lips, and clit. With my hands holding her hips in place, I thoroughly, enthusiastically, and extravagantly lick, suck, and bite her delicate center.
My teeth sink into the flesh between her thighs again and again. My tongue weaves between her pussy lips and around her clit. My mouth seizes ownership of her sex. Wetness, a continuous exchange. Her cunt, my captive.
Lilly moans, lusty and low, her hands grip my shoulders.
“Oh, Michael.”
She’s close. Her imminent orgasm quivers and trembles her legs and thighs. I’m a nasty man, all I want to do is fuck her mute. I drag my mouth away from her glistening pussy and rise to my feet.
I want her to come apart with my dick buried deep inside.
“In bed. On your knees,” I say, my mouth filled with the taste of her.
She steps out of her panties and walks to the side of the bed, turning back the off-white satin comforter.
“Shirt on or off?” she asks.
“On is fine,” I say.
Stripping out of my pajama bottoms, I leave my undershirt on. I’m not ready to expose her to my history. Another night. Different circumstances.
I wait for Lilly to remove her glasses and nestle in the center of the bed before pressing a button on the screen mounted to the wall. The shades descend, and the recessed lighting turns off. The room bathe in total darkness. Pitch black.
“How is your room this dark in a city so bright?”
“I had it designed this way,” I say, easing into bed.
In the darkness, I palm Lilly’s hips and bend her forward. I position myself behind her turned up ass.
“Are you always this bare?” I ask, stroking her smooth lips from behind.
“No. Lynn said she was going to get waxed for her date, so I tagged along. Not your thing?”
“I love it on you. Are you sore? How hard can I fuck you?”
“As hard as you want. I’m yours. But you can’t skeet on my back until at least the fifth or sixth date,” she says, with a husky chuckle.
“Did Jack get to the fifth or sixth date?”
(Did he come on your back?)
“Michael, if you don’t get your cock inside me and fuck me so well I never think of him again, I’m going to give myself a hand job in your gigantic shower and then go downstairs for another round of GTA. I won’t leave, because I’m your girlfriend. But I will gladly torture you with the thought of my cunt so close, but so very far away.”
My queen doesn’t issue idle threats, so I mentally discard my Jack bullshit and position my cock at her opening. Is she ready for me? I need a bigger formula than her two-one-two.
“Lilly, I’m concerned about fit.”
“Michael, I’m on all fours and half my face is smashed into a pillow because I’m absolutely thrilled my boyfriend is a well-endowed Persian man. My roommate in pharmacy school told me all about them and now I finally have one of my own. Just fuck me.”
“You do get mouthy after a few hits from a joint.”
“That was hours ago. This is who I am. Now get on with it or at least spank me.”
“I can do that?”
“Michael, you’re the sweetest man. Like a decadent dessert. Make love to me.”
My mouthy, geeky queen with a sweet tooth sets me free. I angle her thighs forward and slide all the way in. Snug. Wet. Velvety. It feels like my dick entered a warm jar of jam. Our mutual moans and groans of gratification reverberate through the room as I slowly move in and out of her.
“Are you comfortable, Lilly?” I ask in between pants of exertion, pleasure.
“Yes, Michael. Touch. My. Clit.”
Reaching around, I finger the top of Lilly’s pussy. Her hand covers mine as she guides me through a circular pattern over her clit. With my middle finger, circle forward twice. Pause. Circle back three times. A new formula.
Lilly allows me to take over. She makes a sound deep in the back of her throat and calls my name before going silent. No moans. No “oh my gods.” No “Michael!” Only breathing, heavy with need.
Yes. All is right in my world.
Increasing the speed of my thrusts, I’m in full control of the experience. Driving deeper and deeper inside her, every motion amazing. Her cunt feels like happiness and rainbows against my cock. Being balls deep in my beautiful Lilly right now is why G-d gave me a dick. Why I was created.
Lilly jiggles her hips. There is no pattern. Erratic. Wild. Shimmies and shakes against my pelvis. Her interior muscles clench around my shaft, my woman nearing climax. Adjusting my posture, I hit new depths as I continue to stroke her clit.
I feel fucking awesome. Powerful. I wish I could draw this out, but my control is waning; my tight balls tingling and smacking against L
illy’s skin.
“Ah, beautiful Lilly. You give me life.”
Lilly arches her back and grabs my arm circling her waist. Her fingertips pressing into my skin. This is a signal. My finger increases speed and pressure on her clit as her orgasm coils through her pelvis. The intensity of her trembling and tightening breaks any control I thought I had. My dick implodes deep in her folds and I chant her name over and over until the end of my release.
Withdrawing, we both collapse on the bed. Lilly’s fingers intertwine with mine as our heart rates return to normal.
“Michael?”
“Yes.”
“No man has made it to the fifth or sixth date.”
“I will,” I say, squeezing her hand.
“I know,” she says, squeezing my hand back.
Now I understand why Nick followed Lynn to San Francisco.
It wasn’t gallant or heroic, it was pain relief.
It’s going to hurt in the worst way to leave Lilly tomorrow and return to L.A.
MONDAY
Monday, 12:11 p.m.
Michael Ahmed: Accept my friend request on Facebook. Change your status. I watched your SciTalk on YouTube during my flight.
Monday, 12:12 p.m.
Lilly Shepard: Well hello to you too. My response to your FB request: Maybe. What did you think of my SciTalk?
Monday, 12:12 p.m.
Michael Ahmed: Maybe?! You looked beautiful in your SciTalk.
Monday, 12:13 p.m.
Lilly Shepard: Did you watch it with the volume turned down while you were on a call?
Monday, 12:13 p.m.
Michael Ahmed: I will watch it again.
Monday, 12:13 p.m.
Lilly Shepard: Volume up?
Monday, 12:14 p.m.
Michael Ahmed: I love your voice, but you on mute is hot.
Monday, 12:14 p.m.
Lilly Shepard: Text me back when you can quote me. [winking emoji]
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