Chapter 13 Lily
LILY
I’m ready to rip Heath’s clothes off after his confession of love, but he surprises me by removing me from his lap and scooting us farther into the treehouse. I look over at him in question, but he’s concentrated on slipping my sandals off and placing my feet on his lap, where I was just sitting.
“I thought we were going to create a different kind of memory, but this is nice, too,” I tell him with a flirty smile. He returns it as his thumbs dig into my heel and massage away the soreness I didn’t know I had.
“Let me take care of you, Lily,” he says softly. “I want to show you how good I’ll be to you. Always.”
I look into his deep green eyes that have always been home to me. They shine with promises and love, and I know he sees the same look in my eyes. I relax in his hold once more and sink into his touch, closing my eyes and letting him take care of me like he wants to. Like I want him to.
He moves from one foot to the other and then starts massaging my calves.
“Oh, wow,” I breathe, melting at his touch.
“That feels good.” I didn’t realize how tense my muscles were, but Heath was right.
I needed this massage. I sink onto the floor, thankful for the blanket I usually keep up in the treehouse for the rare occasional visit.
Never thought it’d be used for this, but I’m not complaining.
Heath has a hand on each of my legs, his calloused hands gently stroking my skin and kneading the sore muscles of my calves. Then he trails his tender touches higher up my legs, his fingertips brushing behind my knees and spreading them apart.
The hem of my dress rides up as Heath bends my knees and spreads them wider. Heath’s beard rubs against my inner thigh, making me gasp and then moan. He presses a sweet kiss there, and then again on the other side, all the while rubbing soft circles on my thighs with his thumbs.
“Heath…”
“What do you need, baby girl?” Heath murmurs, leaning down to graze his nose and lips against my panties. “Jesus, I can smell what you need. Fucking delicious,” he growls before sucking on the drenched fabric.
I bow my back and tilt my hips, my reaction completely involuntary. I can’t help it. I don’t have control of my body anymore; it’s Heath’s now.
He grips the waistband of my panties in his teeth, pulling back and then releasing so it snaps against my skin. I inhale sharply as a shiver breaks out over my entire body. God, he’s barely touching me, but I’m already achy and desperate for him. He knows it, too.
Heath smirks at me from between my spread thighs. Something about that image has me biting back a whimper. He’s so damn sexy, especially when he’s looking at me like he’s running through all the dirty things we’re about to do.
He grips the waistband again, this time tugging up so the fabric stretches and digs into my slit, cradling my throbbing clit.
“Ohmygod!” I cry out as the lace scrapes against my sensitive skin. How am already I so close to coming?
Heath grunts and nips at my soaking folds, all while pressing his thumb down over my clit and rubbing the material into my swollen bundle of nerves. I wiggle and twist beneath him, needing more but not wanting this to end.
I buck my hips and shamelessly rub my pussy against his face. Heath growls, the vibrations thundering from his chest to his lips and then into my core as I begin to shake and brace myself for the inevitable.
And then he’s gone.
“Wh-what?” I gasp for air, my eyes flying open and searching for him.
“Need you naked,” he grunts. Green eyes find mine, though they are a darker color than usual. His lust almost outmatches mine. I can’t wait for whatever he has in store.
My strong, sexy as hell mountain man pulls me up into a standing position, his hands roaming over my body and tugging at my dress.
Heath’s lips find mine again and again, after each piece of clothing is removed, like he can’t bear to have us apart for more than a few seconds. I’m right there with him.
We’re a fury of hands and lips and sloppy kisses as we undress each other.
I tremble under his attention as he lavishes me with soft kisses.
Heath grips my hips, not letting me fall backward.
He breaks our kiss and trails his lips down my neck, sucking on my pulse point, my collarbone, lower, lower, until he’s licking my nipples.
I arch my back, thrusting my breasts into his face, needing more of whatever he’s willing to give me.
Heath grunts in approval, sucking on one breast while kneading the other in his massive hand.
I rub up against him, feeling his hot, hard erection graze my center.
We both groan at the contact. Heath grinds into me and sucks my tits, working me over and hurtling my already amped-up body towards an orgasm.
I feel his teeth and tongue everywhere, even though he’s only playing with my nipples. Each stroke and teasing bite echoes throughout my body and lands a devastating blow to my clit.
“H-Heath, it’s… I’m…”
He glides his thickness through my folds, holding me by my hips while he continues to worship my breasts. The head of his cock taps my clit just as he bites down on my nipple, and my pussy gushes for him. I hold my breath, waiting for my climax to hit, even though I don’t want this to end yet.
The next thing I know, Heath sweeps me off my feet and gently lays me down on the blanket beneath us. My climax and frustration continue to mount with no means of release.
“Heath!” I growl in irritation. “I need to come!” I know I sound whiny and desperate. That’s because I am. So, so desperate. I feel weak with the need to come. I can’t focus on anything else except the ache between my thighs and my trembling muscles.
“Patience, love,” he purrs.
Heath is on his knees in front of me, watching me squirm while fisting his massive cock. He glides his hand up and down in rough strokes. I’m mesmerized by the motion, so much so that I find the strength to sit up and grab a hold of him, mimicking what he’s doing.
“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he groans.
I smile, finally feeling like I have the upper hand, so to speak. I lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock, grinning when it twitches.
“Christ,” he hisses.
“My turn,” I murmur in what I hope is a seductive voice.
It must work, because he closes his eyes and tips his head back like he’s lost to my touch.
I lick the pearl of pre-cum that leaks out of him, moaning at his salty, earthy flavor.
Heath wraps my hair around his fist and draws my head back so I’m looking right at him.
“You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?” he grits out.
I nod my head as much as I can and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his throbbing dick.
Heath clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes at me like he’s considering something. Then, he nods once and pushes me back onto the blanket, crawling up next to me and settling in on his back. “You can wrap those pretty little lips around me, Lily, but I need to taste you while you do.”
“Oh. Um… how?” I know my face is flushed at my stupid question. I want to do everything with him, but I don’t want to disappoint him with my inexperience.
One look into his molten eyes, however, puts all doubts and insecurities to rest.
“Fuck. It makes me impossibly hard knowing I get to teach you every goddamn way you can feel pleasure. Now turn around and straddle my face, my filthy little angel. Ride me while you suck me off. I need to clean up your messy little cunt with my tongue.”
My slick arousal drips down my thighs, his dirty words sparking the fire that’s always burning for him deep in my core. I scramble to get into position, then hesitate as a wave of vulnerability hits me square in the chest. I feel so much more exposed like this.
Heath doesn’t let me get stuck in my head for long. He grips my hips and pulls me down, sucking on my pussy and making me cry out. He growls and digs his fingers into my flesh while eating me out in sloppy strokes.
I focus on his massive cock once more, licking and kissing down his shaft before opening my mouth and seeing how much of him I can fit inside.
“Holy shit,” he barks out, tearing his mouth away from my cunt. “That’s it, love, that’s so fucking it.”
I moan at his approval, taking more of him, sucking him down over and over.
I reach out and cup his balls, surprised at how hot and heavy he feels in my hand.
Heath makes a tortured sound in the back of his throat and sucks on my clit, hard, before scraping his teeth against the pulsing little button.
I pop off his dick and drag air into my burning lungs. I rest my forehead on his thigh, trying to catch my breath and steady myself. My entire body is trembling, my muscles tense, my pussy throbbing and soaking Heath’s face as he licks me over and over.
He continues sucking on my clit and circles my entrance with the pad of his thumb before pressing it inside. I slap the floor with one hand, then ball up my fist, clenching the blanket and twisting it around my fingers.
“H-He-Heath…” I whimper as my hips buck. I can’t stop. I need more. Need him to put me out of my misery.
He hums and shakes his head back and forth, nearly making me collapse. I widen my legs and press my convulsing cunt down on his mouth, not even caring how wanton and slutty that makes me. He did this to me. He drove me to the brink of insanity.
It’s right there, so close to the surface I can taste it. My long-awaited orgasm claws at my insides the way I’m clawing at the blanket, desperate with the need for release.
“Off,” Heath growls, pushing me off him and guiding me to lie beside him.
I land on my back with my legs spread out. Tension wraps itself around my body and pulls every muscle tighter, tighter, tighter, squeezing the air out of my lungs, but never letting me find relief.
“No!” I whimper. The need to come is so painful that I feel tears burning the back of my eyes. “Please, please, please…”