Chapter Six
Lily
He breaks away from my lips and I can already feel my core lighting up with need. Will has already given me a life-altering orgasm today, but I find myself unable to wait for another. I could live with his mouth sealed to any and all parts of my body for the rest of my life.
He kisses down my neck, leaving featherlight kisses and sucks my nipples through my shirt. He sinks to his knees in front of me and looks up at me with so much desire it takes my breath away.
“I might die if you don't let me taste you right now,” he groans. I nod, watching, mesmerized as he slides his hand up my leg and pulls my shorts down. He kisses a path up my leg and rips the flimsy lace panties I had on. He tosses my panties to the side, joining my bra somewhere on the floor. “Spread that pussy for me, honey,” he says softly. My brain short-circuits upon hearing the pet name.
I want to deny him. It feels so dirty, what he's asking me to do, but the burning desire in his eyes gives me the boldness I need to obey.
I open my legs hesitantly.
“Fuck, you're perfect. Look at your pretty pussy,” he says, dragging a thumb down his mouth.
I don't get a chance to respond. He grips my hips and runs his tongue up the length of me. My back arches off the wall as he sinks his tongue into me. An unholy sound leaves my mouth as my legs give out under me. He grips my hips, swinging both legs over his shoulders. His hands are the only thing holding me up against the wall.
I grip the hair at the base of his neck. unsure of whether I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. He makes the decision for me and licks even deeper, sucking my clit into his mouth.
The words that leave my mouth are an incoherent mess of pleas. He brings me to the edge and draws back. I move my hips in frantic circles, begging for his mouth. Instead his eyes are fixed to my center as though he's in a trance.
“So fucking beautiful. So wet, so tight.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he sinks a finger into me and sucks my clit into his mouth. That is all it takes to unravel me.
Stars explode behind my eyes as I come undone. The only thing anchoring me to reality are his hands. He keeps sucking and doesn't stop. The orgasm goes on and on and by the time he's done with me, I can barely keep my eyes open.
He scoops me up and carries me to the couch, laying down beside me. “Rest, honey, I’ll make sure you’re up for rehearsal.
***
A few hours later, we’re walking to rehearsal and chatting along the way. I like that I don’t have to be as aware of my surroundings because I know Will is watching everyone, keeping an eye open for anything even the least bit suspicious around us.
He tells me about his time with the Marines, his deployments to the Middle East, and the friends he has kept for life. He also tells me that his… other line of work hasn’t been fulfilling him lately, that the rush is too much, the constant changing of locations and targets too tiresome. I tell him he should consider opening a security service here because I’m sure there are plenty of women like me who could use protection, self-defense lessons, just anything to keep them safe. He agrees and tells me he’ll consider it, especially since he wants to stay in the area now.
I can’t stop the butterflies that appear in my stomach at his words, as I think of the possibilities, of us being together outside of the stress of my stalker.
We spend the rest of the walk chatting about the play I’m auditioning for next month, Wicked , on true Broadway and how I want the role of the good witch so badly, I would do anything for it. Will tells me he’ll help me run lines, and perfect my singing, any spare chance we have.
By the time we’ve reached the theater, I feel lighter, more hopeful than I have in weeks.
The second I step into the dressing room, the feeling changes into pure fear.
I bring a hand to my mouth, trying to remind myself to breathe.
There's a word scrawled across my dressing mirror in bright red lipstick.
Mine.
I don’t scream. My body shuts down and instead I just stare.
Will follows behind me. He sees it and he stiffens, jaw clenching so hard I can swear I hear his teeth grind. He lets out a low curse. If looks could kill, my stalker would be dead from the lasers he was shooting at the mirror.
“She’s mine alone. Not this fucking freak’s.” His voice is a low, lethal growl “Who did this?!”
The room is empty except for us, but Will looks around like he expects someone to come out of the corner of the room. The look in his eyes is terrifying, it scares me. He looks ready to kill.
I want to tell him it’s fine, that it’s probably a stupid prank but my hands are shaking and I can't seem to find the words. I can't muster the laugh that would fix all of this. I start to feel very cold and my knees lock to keep from buckling.
“Will,” I whisper.
He’s still pacing. He runs a hand through his hair still searching for the stalker. He turns towards the door, moving to go outside. My voice doesn't reach him.
I mean to tap him but instead I find myself clutching his sleeve for dear life.
“Don’t leave me.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
That gets his attention. The look in his eyes changes. His intensity in his eyes settles on me in a way that makes me feel a little less cold. Instead of rage, his eyes hold something softer. His hands settle on my arms.
“I won’t,” he says. “I'm right here.”
I'm too disoriented to think straight. He doesn’t let me stay.
“I don't want to go home. What if he's waiting there?” He gets that faraway manic look in his eyes. The kind that tells me he's slipping into rage. I clutch his arm tighter willing him to come back to me. He looks over at me and the look in his eye clears.
“Then we won't go home.”
We hop into a cab and head to a secluded motel on the outskirts of the city instead. I’m too stunned to ask any more questions, so I just take in the space around me. The basic room, with its scent of cedar and him helps relax me, until I remember the sight of that word on my mirror.
I begin to shake, the severity of what has just happened getting to me. He leads me to the bed and motions for me to lay down. He lies on the bed next to me and holds me to his chest. His hold on me is tight, like he's afraid I'll disappear if he lets go.
I don’t want him to let go. His warmth slowly seeps into me. My body is still shaking but I don’t feel cold anymore.
“You okay?” His voice is low, muffled by my hair.
“Yeah.” I lie.
His hands tighten.
“You’re still shaking.”
“I just… I don’t understand. Why me?” I say, my voice breaking.
Will doesn’t answer. His anger hasn't left but he doesn't let me see it. I shift in his arms, tilting my head up to see him. His eyes are dark, stormy, locked on me.
It’s too much. Or maybe it’s just enough.
I don’t know who moves first but the next thing I know is that his lips are on mine and everything fades away. I'm not thinking about the message on the mirror, the fear I felt at the theatre, or anything that exists outside this moment.
His hands slide into my hair and tug my head backwards. “If we do this, you belong to me. There's no going back, Lily,” he says.
I want nothing more. I press my lips to his in silent answer and he groans, kissing down my body and moving to spread my thighs. I shake my head violently and pull him up, locking my legs around his waist. That isn't what I need right now.
He understands. He tests my readiness with one finger and groans when he finds me wet.
He makes quick work of my clothes and soon we are a tangle of limbs.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I realize I'm not averse to the idea of having little children that look like him running around. Where did that thought come from? I kill the idea before my brain starts to go crazy. I nod twice and that's all the encouragement he needs.
He sinks into me, the pressure so deliciously painful, I can’t help but moan at the feel of it, the feel of his hard length inside of me. He starts to move slowly, so slowly I wonder if he’s worried he might break me. But I need him to know I’m not fragile.
I claw at his back, needing him to thrust deeper. He begins to thrust harder, driving into me with such force, I have to hold on to him for dear life. I'm alive and falling to my death at the same time. The sheer amount of pleasure threatens to drive me mad.
He grips my hip, whispering a foreign language in my ear. The sound is filthy. I let out a choked cry when he flips me over and begins to pound into me with animal intensity.
The orgasms I had from him going down on me pale in comparison to the orgasm that crashes through me from his sweet rhythm. He follows right after, riding the wave of my orgasm with me. The feel of him bursting inside of me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I know I need him in my life forever.
He rolls over and pulls me atop him, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Mine” he whispers, right before he falls asleep.
Mine , I think, mine forever.