Chapter Forty
LILY
I watch as Tommy moves off the bed to remove his clothes, leaving him naked, his huge cock at the ready, fuck me.
It’s hard not to compare him against the other guys, but they’re all so different in their own right. It’s not a comparison in a competing sense as opposed to admiration.
His intricate tattoos are ones I wish I could explore and trace with my fingers.I never imagined I’d find tattoos so alluring, not really something that crossed my mind, but seeing the guys with theirs has ignited a newfound appreciation for the intimate intricacy they all hold. I want to ask the meaning behind each one. The thought of getting one myself is more appealing than I’d ever care to admit. I glance at the raised scar on my foreman and wonder what it would be like to have that covered or the ones on my lower back. My eyes return to Tommy, and to the faint scars that are still visible on his body. The thought of anyone hurting this beautiful man makes my heart hurt in a way that demands justice.
I itch to reach out and stroke his skin, feel his warmth beneath my touch, but Ihold myself still, waiting for him to tell me what he wants next. It’s intoxicating, giving myself over to him, trusting in him to bring us both pleasure while giving him the control I know he needs. My experience may be limited, but finding the escapism in romance books opened my eyes to a mirageof possibilities. Am Iready to go full-on BDSM? Probably not, but am I willing to experiment? Abso-bloody-lutely.
My eyes lower to his cock, long and thick, and unlike the others. He’s also uncut.Iwatch, fascinated, as his foreskin moves over the head before drawingback.
I lick my lips, the wanton urge to take him into my mouth and tease him to completion is strong.
He lets go after a firm tug and kneels on the bed, his erection standing to attentionas he crawls towards me, my thighs automatically parting in invitation. My attentionreturnsto his face, his green eyes bothalluring and mysterious.
“Give me your hand.”
I do as he asks, and he immediatelytugs my wrist, a breath of air escaping my lungs as he pulls me closer.
It takes a moment for me to realise what he’s about to do as he wraps my fist around his hard shaft, his larger hand covering mine.
And then he begins to move our hands up and down and over the crown of his erection, my lower stomach pulsating with need. Something about this is so fucking hot as he controls the movements.
My gaze moves to his face, his concentration resolute as he works his length between us, his teeth digging into the soft skin of his lower lip.
His grip tightens and then stills before he releases his hold over my hand, and then he begins to thrust back and forth, my hand moving with the motion.
It’s so damn hypnotic.
“Touch yourself,” he demands, his voice a deep baritone.
I lower my other hand between my thighs and find my folds still soaking wet from my orgasm, something about it fuelling my desire.
“That’s it, Lily. I want to see you slip your fingers inside your perfect cunt.”
His words turn me on more than I would have thought possible.
I spread my thighs wider, my fingers finding my entrance, and then slowly, I slip them inside, the noise wet and dirty.
“That’s it,” he says, thrusting into my hand again. “Show me how much you want me.”
My eyes flutter closed as I moan out loud, my mounting need tangible.
“That’s it, Lily, fuck your fingers. Imagine it’s my cock.”
I can’t contain my needy whimper because even though my fingers give me a semblance of relief, they are in no way near enough.
“You feel how hard I am for you? What your touch does to me?”
I nod. “Yes.” My skin breaks out in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of chasing the high I’m desperate to reach.
“Eyes on me, Sunshine.”
My vision clears, and his face comes into focus. His intense gaze has my skin blazing with heat, being with himlike this is exhilarating.
I feel almost out of control with my need to come, but I can’t quite hit the spot I’m craving to meet.
“Enough.” His hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, stilling my movements.
I whimper through my panting breaths as I blink at him in confusion.
“I want you to come wrapped around my cock.”
I release him, shuffling backwards and laying down. Raising my arms above my head, I wrap my fingers around the slats of the headboard .
He looks at me in wonder. “Are you sure?” he asks, reaching for the robe tie.
“I am,” I reply, holding his gaze. “As long as you are?” Because as much as I’m burning from the inside out for him to fill me up, I’d never want it at the expense of his well-being. I don’t claim to understand how this is for him, but I can empathise with how monumental it must be.
Instead of answering me, he moves to my hands and ties them with the robe tie. Allowing him the semblance of control I know he needs. Even though I could easily free my wrists if needed, but I won’t.
His breathing accelerates as he moves between my splayed thighs. His eyes pinch closed before he lets out a deep breath. His long lashes flutter as he takes himself in his hand. I can see the slight tremble, and my first reaction is to reach out and offer him comfort.
Shaking his head, he sits back on his heels. “Fuck, I don’t have any protection,” he admits, and I see the frustration lining his features.
“It’s okay, you can still, you know.” I flick my eyes to his groin. “I’ve only been with the others, and I know they’d never put me at risk. Not like that.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, my eyes fall closed and I turn my face away. That sounded wrong even to my ears because what if my being with them, too, makes him think less of me?
His palm cups my cheek, and I can feel a slight tremble. “Lily, will you look at me?”
Inhaling a deep breath, I turn into his touch and open my eyes.
“I can’t think of anything I want more than to take you bare. But not at the risk of getting you pregnant.”
I swallow. “I have the implant... if it doesn’t bother you, me being with them…” I trail off.
He smiles a genuine, soft smile. “Those men are like brothers to me, Lily. We all care about you, and honestly, I wouldn’t deny them any more than they would deny me. If you’re okay with this thing between all of us, then I assure you we are, too.”
I chew on my bottom lip, mulling over his words. “Have you—” I clear my throat. “Have you all talked about me?” I wonder out loud.
“Not in so many words, no. It’s more of an understanding.”
I nod because it’s not like I spoke to them either, but I do know they were okay with whatever this is transpiring between us. Part of me hates I didn’t admit how I felt about them before they left.
“It’s a lot to process,” I admit. “But right now, I do know that I want you.”
He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Good, because you’re the only one who has remotely evoked any sort of reaction from me, Lily. But you have to know it’s deeper than just a physical reaction. You make me want to be brave and confront my fears.”
Wow, what do I even say to this beautiful man who thinks he’s broken, openly admitting the most vulnerable parts of himself.
His lips meet mine as he chases his words with a kiss that leaves me breathless and squirming beneath him.
He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, as he reaches between us, his erection teasing my folds.
I watch a war of emotions play out across his face as he slowly begins to enter me, and even though I’m wet and I want this, it doesn’t stop me from tensing. He’s thick, really fucking thick. He stills, giving me time to accommodate him before he continues.
“Fuck, Lily, I’m not even all the way in yet, and I already know I never want to leave.”
I preen at his praise, loving the way he talks to me. He continues edging inside me until he bottoms out with a deep-seated moan, one that vibrates straight to my core.
He waits before pulling out and slowly thrusting back in. He continues this a few times, allowing me to get used to his size, and with each subtle punch of his hips, I melt beneath him, my body moulding to his.
Tommy might not have a ladder of piercings like Jackson, but damn, he still feels amazing. The fact he hasn’t done it for a while doesn’t take away from his underlying experience, reading my body like a poet.He continues to hit me in that spot deep inside, the one that has my core clenching and my back arching.
He moves a hand to the back of my thigh. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructs, his hand moving under my knee as he urges it higher. I do as he asks and lock my ankles as he sits back on his knees before gripping my hips.
“Oh, shit,” I sigh, the move changing the angle, allowing him to go even deeper. It brings tears to my eyes.
I wish I could touch him and feel his muscles beneath my fingertips as he continues to hit me with a precision that would put an archer to shame.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you? You just gushed around cock.”
I grip the slats of the headboard tighter as he really begins to thrust.
“You feel amazing, Lily,” he says, with a small roll of his hips, before slipping a hand between us, his thumb teasing my clit.
“Oh my God. So do you,” I groan as he flicks my bundle of nerves. His thrusts become harder and faster, more intense than before. The pleasure building to the most mind-numbing crescendo.
“I’m so close,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Me too,” I moan, my legs beginning to tremble, and my body feels like a rocket about to launch .
“Let go. I want to feel you strangle my cock as I fill you with my cum.”
I swear his words flip a switch, my entire body coiling tight. I’m a writhing mess, completely at his mercy. A powerful onslaught of sensations consume me as I convulse around his rock hard length. I almost succumb to the pleasure of closing my eyes, but when he jerks and throws his head back, I’m completely enthralled, watching him find his own release as he spills into me.