by Beck, J. L.
“You… you, would be okay losing your job for me?” She chews on her bottom lip, a nervous tick of hers, I’ve discovered. I’m mesmerized and feel the need to bite that plump bottom lip too.
“If it came down to it. If it was a choice between you or my job, then yes. I would choose you, and I wouldn’t care one bit about what anyone had to say about it.” I answer wholeheartedly, tucking a few strands of golden hair behind her ear.
“But you love your job,” Lily points out.
“I do, but I love you more.” I’ve been thinking about it a lot over the last few days. I’ve paid my blackmailer five thousand dollars to make the pictures disappear, to save my job, and to protect Lily from any type of heartache. In the end, I know this can’t last forever. I’ll have to come clean soon, but before I do, I need to make certain that Lily knows I’d risk it all to be with her. I would give up my job right now, to make certain that she was mine forever.
“I love you too,” Lily whispers before pressing her lips against mine. Turning in my lap, she straddles me, wrapping her thin arms around my neck, beckoning me closer, and deepening the kiss. Her sweet coconut scent entraps me. I love everything about this woman. Every. Fucking. Thing. Whimpering, she grinds herself over my already hard cock, causing pleasure to ripple through my body. It’s like I’m the lake and she is the rock skipping across the surface.
Fuck. I need her. I’ve never been so consumed by a person in my life. Yeah, I loved Amy, but it was never like this. It was never explosive, with a need that gripped me by the balls and refused to let go. Gripping her by the upper thighs, I stand up and carry her to our bed. I let myself fall back onto the mattress with her body still wrapped around mine. She kisses me wildly, moaning into my mouth while grinding her hot pussy onto my still clothed cock. There’s too much fabric, too much shit in the way of our bodies.
When I can’t take the teasing any longer, I flip us over, so she is lying on the bed, and I’m hovering above her. Keeping eye contact with her, I start to undress her, tugging at her leggings, and ripping her panties off before taking my own clothing off. She giggles and rolls her eyes as I toss everything to the floor.
“You’re such an alpha.” She grins from below, and I have half a mind to prove to her just how alpha-like I can be.
“I want you so bad,” I groan into her open mouth as I lean forward to steal a kiss. “I want every single part of you. I want to devour you, feast on you for hours, to taste, and lick, to fuck, and keep you tied to this bed, so I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to do it.”
“Take me,” she pants, the blue in her eyes darkening like a fast-approaching storm, at my words, “I’m all yours. Take me. However, you want.”
“However, I want?” I question a grin on my lips. I don’t think she knows what she is asking for.
“Yes… however, you want.”
“If that is what you want, then I need you on your hands and knees right now.” As I say the words, I look deep into her eyes, looking for any sign that she might be second-guessing what she just offered, but all I see is red hot lust and maybe a smidge of curiosity.
Moving, so she can roll over she crawls up onto her hands and knees like I’ve instructed. With her back slightly bent and her ass jutted out, I get a perfect view of her sweet little pussy. Her arousal glistens against her folds, and the muscles in my belly tighten at the sight. She peers over her shoulder at me with come fuck me eyes, a waterfall of golden blonde hair hanging off the sides. Beautiful. Perfect.
The battle for control that I’m grappling with snaps and I climb up onto the bed situating myself behind her. My eyes lock on her pretty pink pussy, and her puckered asshole, that I know has never been fucked.
Every virgin hole on her body will belong to me someday.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
“Whatever I want…” I speak through my teeth, before leaning down and giving her pretty pussy a generous lick.
Lily mewls against the sheets, and I do it again just to hear her sweet voice. Gripping her by the thighs, I spread her legs further apart, and bury my face in that spot that was made especially for me. She tastes sweet and tangy, like salt and honey. I need more, all of it. Unable to hold back, I start to tongue her pussy, moving in and out with shallow little thrusts.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to come,” she pants into the sheets, and all I do is grin against her folds as I continue to feast on her. I move my attention to her clit, spreading her folds with my fingers to find that hard little bud.
“Don’t move or I’m going to spank you.”
Lily grunts and I can only imagine the look on her face right now.
Bringing two fingers to her entrance, I enter her slowly, all while imagining it was my cock entering her, instead of my fingers. Lily greedily pushes back against my fingers wanting more, needing more, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet.
I stop moving my fingers and using my other hand, land a hard slap against her right butt cheek. There’s a pink handprint left in my wake, and I can’t lie and say I’m not satisfied with how pretty her ass looks with a splotch of pink on it. My mark.
I wait for her to say something, to do something, to tell me to stop, but she doesn’t. Instead, she moans, she fucking moans. It sounds like sin and fucking joy, and I swear, I come a little right then.
“You like that? Having my fingers stuffed inside your pussy while I slap your ass? You want me to keep doing it? You want me to make you come?”
“Mmm, yes…” She whimpers, half into the sheets, half into the air. I don’t even respond. Instead, I get to work, leaving the two fingers inside, while alternating between each ass cheek, soothing the sting away before landing another slap.
Her tight little muscles squeeze around my fingers, and I mutter a low fuck beneath my breath at the feeling.
“I’m coming.” She gasps, as her body shakes, tremors of pleasure working their way through her.
“Squeeze my fingers, gush that come all over my hand,” I order, pumping in and out of her a few more times to elongate her orgasm. Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I bring them to my lips and lick them clean.
Her arousal glistens against her thighs. She’s so wet, so fucking ready for my cock and I need her. It’s like I’m sick, dying a slow and painful death and she’s the only antidote.
“Ride my cock,” I order as I throw myself back onto the bed. Moving slowly, Lily climbs over on top of me. As soon as her fingers grasp my cock, I hiss.
“You’re so big and gorgeous…” Lily’s voice is shy and innocent, and it would be a lie to say, I don’t love it. I love everything about her, but I love that I get to be the one to corrupt her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, and you’re all mine,” I growl, my hands moving to her hips to help her. The head of my cock brushes against her folds and my pulse pounds loudly in my ears as she lowers herself. My eyes drift closed as pleasure consumes every cell in my body, her tightness swallowing every inch of my cock.
Opening my eyes, I look up at her, she looks like a fucking goddess. My goddess, my world. She is the sun, the sky, the moon, and I’m caught in her orbit, forever stuck. She is my reason for breathing, my existence.
My thoughts shift the moment she drops her tiny hands to my chest, her nails sink into my flesh as she starts to ride my cock, up and down, up and down. I’m caught in a trap, unable to pull my gaze away. Pink cheeks. Swollen lips. Hooded eyes filled with simmering heat in them. Those golden locks of hers fall down her back like a cascading waterfall. Her slick heat consumes me, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting upward, needing to hit that sweet spot at the back of her channel that makes her legs shake.
We move like this for a while, both of us rocking each other closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Digging my fingers into the supple flesh at her hips, I drive into her. My thighs burn, and her slickness covers my lower abs as I fuck her, owning and worshiping her bod
y all at once.
“Sebastian,” she whimpers, her movements grinding her pelvis against me.
“Fuck, yeah, baby, come, come all over my cock,” I demand, loving the way she looks as she brings herself to climax on my cock.
As soon as she starts to fall apart, I start to fuck her again, my hips piston. I thrust harder and harder, my jaw clenching as I plow through her squeezing cunt. It doesn’t take but a few thrusts for me to shatter.
My cock twitches as hot sticky come erupts from deep within my balls and into her tight hole filling her until there isn’t room for anything else.
Lily sags against my sweaty chest, and I lift my arm, draping it across her back, holding her close. It takes us both a while to catch our breaths, and the entire time all I can think about is doing this forever with Lily. Putting a ring on her finger and watching as her belly swells with my children.
I want it all. Forever. I almost laugh. Not all that long ago, I did everything I could to forget her, but now I’ll do anything I can to hold onto her, to keep her as mine.
“I love you, Sebastian,” Lily whispers into my chest, and I press a kiss to her sweaty forehead. She doesn’t have to tell me. I already knew.
I knew when we first started this cat and mouse game. I knew because I, too, was falling for her, and I was afraid of what it meant. For us. For me.
“I love you too, Lily, and nothing is going to change that. I don’t care if I lose my job. I don’t care if I have to give everything up for you. All that matters is that I have you. That I don’t lose you.”
Lifting her head from my chest, she stares up at me, “You’ll never lose me, but I don’t want you to give up everything you’ve worked so hard for. I’m not worth all of that. All the years of work.”
I want to be angry at her. I want to tell her she is wrong, but I don’t. Lily doesn’t understand how deep my feelings for her run, the things I’ll do, the things I’m doing now to protect her, to protect us. There isn’t anything I won’t do to make sure we stay together.
Call me obsessed, call me crazy, but I won’t give Lily up. Not without a fight.
“You’re right, you’re worth more, so much more.”
She doesn’t respond, but I can see that she wants to disagree with me. Instead, she rests her head back on my chest and lets me hold her and kiss her, all before we make love again.
82
Lily
A few days have passed, but I still can’t let go of what Sebastian said. It gnaws at me like a cancer, overtaking every single free second of my life. I can’t do this to him. I can’t let him risk his job for me.
He loves his job. He loves being the dean and running the school, so the very thought of him giving it all up to stay with me is frightening. He might not think so now, but I know if he loses his dream job because of me, he will eventually resent me for it.
The thought is so frightening that I feel the need to put some space between us. I need to clear my head. I need to find a way to make him understand this. I just can’t let him give everything up for me. I have to come up with a solution without him being a part of the equation right now.
The sleek cell phone weighs heavily in my hand as I contemplate my next move. I pace the floor, trying to find a solution that doesn’t involve me leaving. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to hurt him by leaving, but I need to get away.
My head hurts as I think long and hard about what I’m about to do. I can’t let him give it all up for me. I can’t. I would never be able to live with myself. I’d feel guilty forever. The battle within me ends with my finger pushing the green call button on my phone.
The screen lights up as the phone dials my grandpa’s number.
Two rings later, my grandpa’s deep voice fills the speaker.
“Lily, girl, is everything okay?”
“Hey, Papa. I’m okay. Just missing home. I was wondering if you could come and pick me up, and I could visit for the weekend?”
“Oh,” is all he says, and the longest minute in history passes. Nervously, I chew on my lip, waiting for his response. “Uhh, sure, yeah, sweetheart. I’ll come and get you tonight. I can be in North Woods by five. Do you want me to pick you up at the dorms?”
I nearly sigh with relief. I really thought he was going to say no. “Yes, that’s perfect, thank you. I can’t wait to see you.” I’m a little surprised by how true this is. I might not have always had the best relationship with my grandparents, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss them. They’ve been the only constant in my life since I lost my parents and my sister.
Familiar sadness engulfs me at the thought, and I start to feel guilty again. I have to stop doing this to myself.
“See you soon, Lily,” my grandpa says as he hangs up the phone. I stare down at the screen for a long minute before putting the phone in my pocket. I know Sebastian isn’t going to like this, not one bit, and I consider lying to him, even just leaving but decide against it. He would be pissed, and the last thing I need is him scouring the earth searching for me.
I’ll just tell him and let the pieces fall where they may.
* * *
Two hours later, Sebastian arrives home. I have half an hour before I need to be at the dorms and I’d rather not spend it fighting with him. As soon as he crosses the threshold, he presses a kiss to my lips and deposits his phone, wallet, and keys onto the counter.
“I’m going to take a quick shower, then we can talk about whatever it is that you wanted to discuss.” The grin he gives me causes an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies to take flight in my stomach. How am I going to do this? I can already feel myself being pulled toward him, his gravitational pull too strong for me to fight.
I must be wearing my emotions on my face because Sebastian asks a moment later, “Is everything okay? Would you rather we talk now?”
No. God, no. I need a minute to breathe.
“No. No, it’s okay.” I respond and nervously tuck some hair behind my ear.
Sebastian looks skeptical, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, go shower, you stink,” I snicker, and squeeze my nose shut, wafting my hand in front of it.
Sebastian rolls his eyes and starts down the hall, “Whatever. I do not.”
With him out of sight and earshot, I lean against the table. It physically hurts me to think about leaving him, about how he’s going to react when I tell him what I’m going to do.
The sound of the shower carries down the hall. At the same time, his phone starts to go off. Ignoring it, I walk into the kitchen for a bottle of water. It’s probably Remington, or Lex. Walking back to the table, his phone continues to vibrate, and my annoyance over it mounts.
Who the hell texts that many times? I don’t want to be that nosy girlfriend that goes through her boyfriend’s shit. Sebastian has never done anything to make me feel like he would step out on me, that doesn’t stop me from grabbing the phone though. Whoever is messaging him must really need him. The phone lights up in my hand, a message appearing on the screen.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: If you expect me to keep what you two are doing a secret, you’ll need to pay me more than ten thousand dollars.
It takes me a moment to digest what I just read, but once I do it’s, like I’m a plane nose-diving toward the ground. My heart sinks as I stare at the screen, reading the message ten more times before dropping the phone onto the table.
My head is swimming with questions, and none of them are good. Someone is blackmailing Seb? Because of me, us? Why wouldn’t he tell me, or go to the police? He said he didn’t care if he lost his job, but now he’s paying someone off to keep us a secret. Confusion. Dread. Anger and sadness. They all blend together. Why would he do that? Why would he pay someone off?
My head starts to pound, my mind feels like it’s overloading. Like it’s about to explode, and all I can think to do is run, to get out of here. I don’t allow myself to think on it a second longer, afraid I may change my mind. Running into the bedroom, I grab the bag I’ve al
ready packed out of the walk-in closet and speed walk out of the house, closing the door gently behind me, even when I want to slam it.
Once outside, it feels like I can breathe easier, but my heart and my head still ache. Walking aimlessly down the road, I turn off onto a smaller side road, and then another, and another, in hopes Sebastian won’t be able to find me if he comes looking.
When I come to a small park within the neighborhood, I text my grandpa the address, asking him to pick me up here instead.
Twenty minutes later, the familiar station wagon pulls up in front of me, and my grandpa greets me with a weathered smile. His salt and pepper hair looks the same as the day I left. I’m so happy to see him that I almost cry. I open the door and slide into the passenger’s seat. I throw my bag into the back seat before hugging his side and letting him kiss me on the top of the head like he’s always done.
“Hey, sweetheart, you doing okay?” his gruff voice asks.
“Better now, I missed you,” I admit while buckling up.
“We missed you too, sweetie, but I have to be honest, I’m surprised you do. I thought once you were in college, we would hardly ever hear from you, let alone see you,” he chuckles, but I know his statement is true. Guilt and sadness overcome me at his words, and I know he is right. I certainly wasn’t planning on coming back besides maybe Christmas and Thanksgiving, and even that was questionable.
I’ve never quite accepted living with my grandparents, and they never quite accepted that I was still here when their beloved daughter wasn’t. I’ve heard your mother would’ve never done that one too many times not to know they resent me for being here when she isn’t.
“I guess it took me to get away to realize how much you mean to me.”
My grandpa clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden emotional turn the conversation has taken. “So how are your grades?” he asks, desperate to change the subject.
“I’m passing all of my classes,” I say, keeping out the part that I’m only barely passing some of them.