by Emma Vikes
But I didn’t say anything. I closed my eyes as he leaned closer to me. When his lips met mine, they pressed gently and softly against my lips and his mouth slowly moved with mine, just like the kiss we shared last night. My body drew closer to him until he pulled me onto his lap. His free arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him, as close as our bodies could get at that point. He pulled away for a moment, his forehead resting against mine.
“I do not want to force you into something you do not want to do,” Art whispered to me. “And I know that now isn’t the most suitable time to be thinking about it. But I very much want to fuck you.”
I shivered at the last two words and then placed a hand on his face, my thumb caressing the lips that were pressed against mine a moment ago. “I won’t stop you.”
Those words were the only permission he needed to hear before he crashed his lips against mine again and lowered me down onto the couch. His mouth was suddenly all over my body, from my lips and my neck to my collar bones. I closed my eyes and my hands ran through his hair, wanting nothing more than to have him inside me.
I wasn’t sure where this desire had suddenly come from or maybe it was just a long overdue release that I’d been dying to have because I was itching for him to be inside of me. But the desire was burning and the flames were enveloping the two of us. Art tore off the blouse I wore, the buttons flying all over his living room. It was an expensive blouse but I didn’t have to worry about that until tomorrow morning.
His eyes glazed over when he saw my breasts and he chuckled. “Perfect. You look so fucking perfect, Lily.”
I gasped when he grabbed my bra and tore it off my body. His right hand massaged my right breast while his mouth was on the left one, sucking my nipple. I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping from my mouth and I could feel him straining against his pants, his erection poking my thigh.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, Lily,” he murmured. He kissed every inch of my skin, pausing at some parts to leave his mark until he began to position himself lower. I spread my legs voluntarily for him and he slid my skirt off my legs, along with my panties. He kissed the inner sides of my thighs and ran his tongue along my sensitive flesh.
Fuck that felt so damn good.
“Hmm,” I moaned and took a look at him. He had a small satisfied smile on his face as he looked at my shaven pussy. He blew a hot breath on my sensitive core and I gasped at the sensation, and my hands gripped the couch tightly as I inched myself lower, offering myself to him. Art chuckled to himself and then began to unbutton his own shirt and I whimpered at the loss of contact.
I sat up and tried to help him but he took a step back, shaking his head. I wasn’t sure if he didn’t like to be touched or something but he slowly stripped himself of his clothes. He was only in his boxers and I could see the huge dent forming along the satin. My mouth almost watered at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me.
I moved closer to where he stood and then pulled down his boxers - his cock sprang free. I gulped at the sight; his dick was rock hard and ready. Art chuckled at my reaction and then placed a hand on my face, lifting it up to meet his.
“What do you want to do with it, Lily?” His voice was deep and hoarse, and his brown eyes were dark with lust.
Instinctively, my hand reached for his dick and my fingers wrapped around it. I couldn’t even fully wrap them around the long and thick cock. Art hissed at the contact and I slowly moved my hand, pumping him until his hand was no longer holding my face and I leaned my head closer to his dick, my mouth opening to accommodate him.
He hissed at the contact of my mouth and his cock and I grazed my teeth against his cock slowly, and he groaned at the action. “Fuck, don’t tease me like that, Lily.”
I chuckled to myself and began to work on him until I could feel that he was near to his release. Just as he was about to burst, I pulled away and Art growled in annoyance. I smirked at him, letting him know that he wasn’t the only one who could be a fucking tease.
He placed a hand on my face, lifting me up slowly until our faces were leveled with each other. He gently pushed me onto the couch, kneeling in front of me and spreading my legs again. He blew a hot breath at my core, and his tongue licked between my folds and I moaned at the contact, at the pleasure and satisfaction that it brought me.
Art Waters was tongue-fucking me and nothing had ever felt better.
I gasped when he plunged two fingers inside of me without preamble and he quickly worked his fingers until I reached my climax. But just like I’d done to him, he didn’t let me climax. He looked up at me and I glared at him, narrowing my eyes, and he only chuckled at me, crawling on top of me and kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips and everything suddenly felt so exciting.
“I want you inside of me now, Waters. Get inside of me now.”
He smirked and pulled away, doing the exact opposite of what I asked him to do. He headed over to where his pants were and then pulled out a condom and then put it on himself. I’ve never really watched a man clothe his junk and, oddly enough, it was satisfying to look at Art doing it. Then he looked at me and I froze when his fiery brown eyes met mine.
I’d never seen that much passion in a man’s eyes before.
“What do you want me to do, Lily?”
I shivered under his gaze and I have never felt more desired in my entire life. The goddess inside of me was purring in satisfaction at the attention he was giving. “I want you to fuck me hard and rough, Art Waters, make me scream your name until my voice breaks.”
It didn’t take him too long to respond to my request. He positioned himself inside of me and then rammed his dick into my dripping pussy. I gasped at the sudden thrust, my hands clinging onto his shoulders as he continued his hard and deep thrusts inside of me. My head was spinning with satisfaction and I was too lost in the pleasure that I couldn’t begin to understand where his limbs started and where mine ended.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, Art. I’m cumming.”
“Cum with me, baby,” he murmured into my neck and I felt him stiffen on top of me, his muscles becoming tense as he released himself into the rubber that was a barrier between us. I came right after and then Art pulled himself out of me.
He exhaled loudly beside me. “Fucking hell, that was fucking intense.”
I couldn’t stop the giggle that left my lips and then I crawled on top of him. I positioned myself on top of him, rubbing my swollen pussy on his dick, waiting for him to harden again. Fuck, I was already so wet for him again. I wanted him inside of me right now even after he had just been inside of me a moment ago.
Art leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips, and then he bit at my bottom lip, dragging it down gently and chuckling. “I always wanted to do that when I saw you biting at that lip of yours.”
I smirked and then lowered my head and began to pepper his body with kisses. I was in front of his thick, long cock again and I caged his dick in between my breast, rubbing it up and down with my boobs. Art hissed beneath me.
“Fuck, yes, keep on doing that, baby.”
I stopped and he looked at me, glaring. I kissed the tip of his cock and watched as he closed his eyes. I began to suck him again, slower this time. I wanted to take my time, in the hope that it would make him forget the worries that he had to face. And this was long overdue sex. That night that he came into my apartment, I should’ve taken him then and there. I was already thinking about him.
I pulled him out of my mouth and he hoisted himself up with his arms, breathing harshly. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because I want you to know that that time you came into my apartment, I was pleasuring myself and I was thinking of you.”
His eyes darkened at my words and he reached out for me. “I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”
He reached for his pants - which were now thankfully near us - and then slid on another condom. I positioned myself on top of him and he helped me to guide his cock in
to my core. I moved forward, and we both moaned at the sensation. Art kissed my breasts, and I began to move up and down quicker until Art placed his hands on my waist and helped me to move even faster.
It wasn’t the last round, we continued pleasuring ourselves until we didn’t have any more energy to do so. I was spent and out of breath and not to mention sore when we finally stopped. We had reached his bedroom at that point and I was snuggled close to him. I breathed in his musky scent, the after-sex scent that was suddenly driving me crazing and making me horny all over again.
Art was drawing lazy circles on the side of my arms. I looked up at him. “Art?”
“Hmm?”
“This probably wasn’t the best time to have sex.”
He chuckled lowly and nodded, kissing the top of my head. “Yes. It really wasn’t. I was supposed to be drowning in my thoughts of the past but now I’m just drowning in the thoughts of my cock inside your pussy.”
I rolled my eyes and then jabbed him on the stomach lightly. “Shut up. I’m sorry. I think I was supposed to comfort you in a different way.”
“Are you kidding me? I’d rather have sex and forget my worries than cry my heart out. I’m not that kind of guy. This was the kind of outlet I needed.”
I smiled slightly and nodded. “Well, then good. At least I know I didn’t cross a line or something.”
Art pulled me close to him. “No. This was perfect. This was what I needed.”
I laid beside him until he fell asleep but I couldn’t. No matter how tired I was after what we’d done and the number of rounds we’d had, sleep couldn’t get the best of me so I crawled out of his grasp and looked around his apartment.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I was supposed to help him gather evidence that the threats were done by his family. I had never been a good detective because I never really paid that much attention to what my father taught me. Sure I’ve learned a thing or to but not enough to figure out an entire case like this.
I wonder if Art would allow me to ask for help from my brother? Maybe I could ask him?
It’s then that I heard a door creak. I was in his kitchen. I peered around, looking around his apartment. “Art?”
But there was no response. I tried to listen further but there was nothing. Maybe it had just been the wind…
It’s then that I heard fast-moving footsteps, the light tap of bare feet. My heart raced and I ran back to the bedroom to find Art fast asleep. My heart was beating rapidly as I crawled underneath the cover beside him and waited for someone to come inside - but no one did. It was all probably just my mind playing tricks on me. Maybe I was just tired and maybe the door creaking was just the wind.
There was no way that there was someone else in the apartment with Art and I. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was. That the one threatening Art was simply upping his game and making sure that Art was scared shitless or that Art was being the right pawn for him to play.
But one thing I was sure of, if I was already scared, there wasn’t a guarantee that I could handle this case on my own. I needed to convince Art when he woke up that I needed my brother’s help.
I glanced at Art who was still soundly asleep, softly snoring beside me and, for a fleeting moment, I couldn’t help but wonder - what did this make us?
CHAPTER 7
Art
The movement beside me was what woke me up, and I almost jumped out of bed and called 911 until I realized who was with me and what had happened yesterday. Lily’s dark hair was a sharp contrast against the white sheets of my bed. She lay snuggled beside me, her face tucked into my chest, and her breathing was soft and shallow. There wasn’t any indication that what had happened between us was something she regretted or something that hurt her in any way.
I wasn’t even sure why my line of thinking headed in that direction. Why would she be hurt anyway? She wanted to fuck me as much as I’d wanted to fuck her. But I couldn’t treat her like one of the girls that I played around with. Lily was different. That much was already clear even during our first meeting.
“Stop staring at me, Art.”
Her eyes fluttered open and blue irises stared back at me. If you looked closely enough, you could see the speck of green that dusted the blue, and when the sun hit her face just right, her eyes looked like the sparkling ocean that invited anyone to dive in. She was appealing in that sense too, and she knew just the right way to work her charm.
“If staring could burn, I would be fried by now,” Lily muttered and then rolled onto her back. She then turned again to the side and propped her head up to look at me more closely. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up at 2am.”
My eyebrow rose. “Were you watching me while I slept?”
She rolled her eyes and then fell back against my soft pillows. “No. But I’m adjusting to this time zone still, Waters. I think I only fell asleep two hours ago.”
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and was surprised to see the red digits blinking 6am. A lazy smile sprawled across my face as I turned to Lily again. “Last night must’ve wiped me out then.”
But Lily wasn’t amused by my statement. She was staring at me with such intensity that I wondered if she had something she wanted to say but was hesitant to. I reached for her hand and interlaced it with mine. Staring at the pale hand clasped in mine, I said, “Is there something bothering you, Lily?”
It seemed as if my question snapped her out of her trance and then she smiled at me. It was a kind one, and her eyes were soft as she stared at me, her gaze comforting and soothing. “Nothing. I was just wondering if you felt better.”
I knew she was pertaining to my confession. My entire life story unraveled in one go. I’d been holding it all in, with only Julian knowing and, when he’d died, I didn’t have anyone who understood me. I shifted my position and then I was on top of her. I flashed a wolfish grin as I leaned down to her collarbone, my lips brushing against the soft skin.
Lily’s hand gently pressed against the back of my head as she pushed me closer to her body. “Don’t you think it’s too early for this, Art?”
I chuckled as I licked in between her boobs and then rested my lips just above hers. “Would you want to be sexually frustrated while we’re in the office, Lily?”
She rolled her eyes and then pushed me off her. She stood up, the blanket uncovering her and revealing her pale, curvy body. She craned her neck to look at me, her hair falling onto her shoulders, which made her look even sexier. “I think I’d rather shower.”
I wasn’t sure whether she’d said that she’d rather do it in the shower but she disappeared from my room and into the door that led to the bathroom. It took me almost two full minutes to get my shit together and rush after her. The door wasn't locked, so I guess she wanted a quick fuck session before work after all.
Warm water hit me the moment I stepped foot inside the shower, and the sight of Lily naked and dripping wet, her back against me, was a much better view. I didn’t hesitate to kiss her shoulder, fleeting and tender, far different from how we were with each other last night. Lily sighed softly and then turned around to face me.
The moment her blue eyes met mine, I saw the flicker of lust that burned inside of her, and no matter how gentle I’d been a moment ago, the instant her lips met mine, a fiery battle of dominance ensued. I flipped her to the side so her back was against the wall, and she gasped when I bit her shoulder while the warm water hit the both of us in a gentle torrent.
My hand grasped her thigh, lifting her leg so I could position myself between her better. Her hands were flying all over my body, touching me in any area that she could. I stopped kissing her body and then knelt in front of her, focusing my attention on her pussy that was as wet with desire as it was wet by the shower.
When I looked up at her, her eyes were closed, anticipating pleasure. I chuckled quietly and then fucked her pussy with my tongue, swirling my tongue against her labia and smiling to myself as I listened to her moan. I inserted two
fingers inside of her and fucked her relentlessly with my hand while my mouth sucked on her clit.
It didn’t take long for her to cum.
She was still shivering from pleasure when I stood up, and my mouth crashed against hers unhurriedly this time. “Taste yourself, Lily. Have a taste of how intoxicating you are.”
Lily gripped my head and kissed me roughly, her teeth biting my bottom lip and dragging it downwards to prove a sexy point, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It was rare to find a gentle girl outside of the bedroom who was also willing to be rough.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
She scoffed. “I’m not a submissive.” But she turned around and steadied herself against the wall with her hands, anticipating my entry. I entered her from behind languidly, excruciatingly slow. She hissed in front of me. “Stop teasing, Art.”
I chuckled and then gained my momentum, slamming into her so rough that I pushed her against the wall despite her hands steadying her. The sound of my balls hitting her ass filled the silence of the bathroom, along with the sound of the shower and our moans of pleasuring mixing. I wasn’t sure how long it took for the both of us to cum, but we did so simultaneously.
We didn’t enjoy another round after that but decided to bathe each other instead. It was when we’re out of the shower that Lily realized she had no clothes to wear and I quickly fixed that problem for her.
“Must be nice to be awfully rich and have people do your bidding without question,” Lily commented as I changed into my pants. She was wearing one of my dress shirts, and it was so short on her that I was tempted to screw with her again while we waited for her clothes to arrive. Her hair was still dripping wet and a shade darker than what I was used to, but it made the contrast with her blue eyes starker.
She walked to my closet and pulled out a shirt for me. It was dark blue, and then she searched my drawers for a tie. For a moment, I was struck by that scene. This could be my life will I allow it to unfold in this direction, I thought. But was I ready to commit myself to a relationship?