Chapter 51 #3
And in that small, perfect orbit of chaos, loyalty, and quiet love, I let myself breathe. For the first time in years, the weight on my chest loosens. I glance at Lily—her eyes soft, just a hint of mischief lingering—and I realise we’ve finally found our calm.
Jonathan clears his throat, trying to refocus everyone. “It’s time for us to move forward, together. No more shutting each other out. No more assuming the worst. From any of us.”
Murmurs of agreement ripple through the room from everyone.
Except Lily. She’s silent, sitting beside me, watching me with that look that says she’s perched on the edge of something new, something frighteningly big, but thrilling.
Jonathan follows her gaze, then nods. “You two go. Take some time to talk things out.” He gestures toward the others. “We’ll handle the logistics.”
I squeeze Lily’s hand gently, feeling her relax against me, and I know this is just the beginning. For the first time there’s no schemes, no shadows, no running. Just us.
The room empties out around us. Bren pulls Owen toward the kitchen, Helen gives Lily a gentle touch on her shoulder before slipping out behind Jonathan and Da. Cora mouths text me or I’ll kill you but doesn’t push.
And then it’s just me and Lily and the weight of everything we haven’t said.
“You alright?” I ask softly.
She lets out a breath that’s shakier than she probably meant it to be. “I… yeah. I think so.”
“You think so?” I press, because I need truth from her more than anything else.
She hesitates, then looks up at me. “Are you?”
“No,” I say, because lying feels impossible around her. “And I won’t be until I know where we land after all of this.”
Her expression changes and something loosens, something relieved and terrified all at once. She reaches for my hand. Just slides her fingers through mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And the room stops spinning.
“I thought we were done pretending,” she whispers, looking up at me from under her lashes.
I squeeze her hand. “Sweetheart, I couldn't pretend anymore if my life depended on it.”
We leave the penthouse behind—the lift ride is silent, thick with everything we’re about to unpack. When the doors open onto my floor, she steps out first, still holding my hand like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she lets go.
My flat is dim, quiet, and familiar. A space she’s been in a thousand times and absent from for too long.
The second the door clicks shut, something in the room shifts. Something in us shifts.
Her breath catches. Mine does too. The air between us crackles, electric, hungry, months of longing and fear and almost losing each other, collapsing into one impossible moment. One stolen night, one too brief weekend, is nowhere near enough to satiate the hunger I have for her.
I cup her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone, and she leans into the touch like she’s been starving for it. Maybe she has. God knows I have.
She steps closer, a smirk on her lips as she raises onto her tiptoes. Her hands slide up my shirt, fingers curling lightly at my collar, tugging me down to her level.
“Matt,” she whispers, and my name on her lips is a prayer, a plea, a promise. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”
Jesus Christ.
Heat shoots straight through me.
“Yeah?” My forehead rests against hers, breaths mingling, bodies aligned in a way that makes my pulse stumble. “What do you want instead?”
Her lips graze mine—barely a touch, just a tease—but it sets every nerve in my body alight.
“You,” she murmurs. “Just you. I’ve missed you so much it hurts.”
“Sweetheart…” My hands slide down her back, along her sides, finding her hips, tugging her flush against me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She inhales sharply, and the sound wrecks me. Her fingers drag through my hair, slow and sure, tugging just enough to make me groan under my breath.
“Show me,” she whispers.
My restraint snaps like a frayed cord.
I kiss her—deep, slow, claiming—but it turns hungry fast. Weeks of fear and wanting and missing her pour into it. Her lips part for me, her hands gripping the back of my neck, pulling me deeper, closer, until I’m not sure where I end, and she begins.
Her body presses to mine, warm and soft and familiar. My hands slide under the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing bare skin, and she gasps into my mouth—sharp, breathless, desperate.
“Baby,” she moans, arching her back into my touch.
I’ve wanted this so fucking long. And now, out of nowhere, the opportunity isn’t a fantasy or some secret tryst. It’s my chance to show her what loving me could look like, what being mine means now that we’re free to do so.
My cock thickens at the idea of it. She’s so fucking beautiful. And those tits, Jesus. They press against me, practically begging to be worshipped.
I back her toward the sofa, not breaking the kiss, not even slowing. Her legs hit the edge, and she tumbles back with a soft gasp, pulling me with her, hands fisting in my shirt like she’ll die if I’m even an inch away.
I brace my weight above her, breathing hard, staring down at her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
Her eyes lift—wide, dark, trusting—and something inside me shatters.
“I love you,” I breathe, the words raw and unguarded, a truth I’ve been carrying in secret for too long.
“You’re my home, sweetheart,” I say softly, reverently, the words a vow binding us together. “Not because I own you, but because you chose me. Chose us. Because you came home. Because you gave me a second chance when I didn’t deserve one.”
Her fingers curl around the back of my neck, not pulling me closer this time, just holding on, like she’s afraid I might disappear if she lets go.
“I’ll always choose you,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I love you too, Matt. I’ve loved you even when I knew doing so was only going to break my heart.” She swallows. “Sometimes it scares me how much of myself I’ve put in your hands.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding against hers.
“I won’t let you fall again,” I vow. “I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight, not tomorrow, never.”
She exhales shakily, pressing herself closer to me like it costs her something to stay this open.
“Good,” she breathes, lips grazing my jaw, my throat. “I don’t want distance. I don’t want to be careful. I just want you. All of you.”
Her hands grab my face and pull me in for a kiss before I can tell her she never has to fear that. That if I had it my way, she’d never leave my side again. Instead, I swallow my words and devour her mouth instead, drinking her taste and savouring every slide of our tongues.
I run my hands down to her waist, squeezing gently as I worship the shape of her.
My fingers dip under her shirt, tracing the tattoos on her ribs before cupping her breasts.
Lily whimpers as I brush my thumbs over her nipples over her bra, biting my bottom lip in retaliation, even as she lets out the filthiest moans.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Bet you’re soaking, sweetheart.” My cock is throbbing in my pants, desperate to be buried in her already.
“Why don’t you find out?” Lily pulls back, stretching her arms above her head and biting her bottom lip. The look on her face is pure challenge, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch. Our forever-shifting balance of power never fails to have me fit to burst.
“Hmm, yeah? You want me to stroke that pretty pussy?” Sitting back on my haunches, I strip my shirt off before helping her slide her jeans and underwear off, pushing her shirt up over her head while I’m at it and unhooking her bra.
“If you don’t hurry up and touch me, I’ll do it myself.” She pouts, trailing a hand down over her chest, past her soft stomach. Before she can go any lower, I cuff her wrist in my hand, looming over her as I pin her in place.
“Fuck. That. I’m going to eat your pussy, and then I’m going to remind you who owns every hole in your body. Got it?” Her eyes flare wide, her pupils blown to shit.
“God yes, fuck. Stop teasing me with a good time and get on with it.”
“You want Daddy’s thick cock in your ass. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please, oh fuck yes.” She nods her head frantically, her hips rising below me. Desperate for some kind of friction against her soaking wet cunt. With a smirk, I stand, pulling her up with me before bending her over the sofa and kneeling behind her.
“Be my good little fuck toy. Show me where you need me most.” At my demand, she reaches back, and the sight of all that soft, wet, inviting pink flesh has my cock giving a desperate throb in my pants.
With a groan, I lick a line from her clit to her pussy, swirling my tongue around all the spots that drive her wild before slipping two fingers inside her pussy.
“Christ, baby. Look at you.”
“Please, Daddy. I need more, I need you. I can’t wait.” Her words are little more than a pant above me. But like hell will I be rushed. I’ll stay on my knees all night if that’s what it takes to make my girl come all over my face.
I want her soaked, so lust drunk and ready for me.
Pulling back a second, I spit on her ass, before gently slipping the two fingers soaked from her pussy past the tight rim, gently working her open.
The little moans and gasps she’s letting out makes going slow excruciating, and I’m pretty sure my dick hates me for it, but watching the way her back arches as I slowly finger her ass, while circling her clit is worth every torture-filled second.
“Can you be a good girl, hmm? Come all over my hand, let me taste you, and I’ll give you what you need.” Dipping back down, I seal my lips around her clit, sucking that little bud until, with a sob and shaking limbs, she comes all over my face.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I praise her, licking her clean before kissing a hot trail up her back. Slowly taking my fingers out of her, and helping her stand.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me now,” she demands, hands already on my belt, shoving my jeans down the second she gets my belt undone. Palming her ass, I deliver a sharp spank for her impatience.
“My room now,” I order. As much as I want to fuck her here and now, I’m not a bastard. Not only does she deserve better than a quick fuck over the arm of my sofa, I need lube. So ignoring her pout, I led the way to my room.
I have one hand on my bedside drawer, ready to get the lube, when Lily stops me. Kneeling on the edge of my bed, the position puts her level with my leaking dick. Based on her smirk and that flare of trouble in her eyes, I already know she’s scheming to ruin me.
“Let me suck your cock, Daddy. Get it nice and wet, so you can thrust straight into my tight little ass.” She reaches to take the lube out of my hand, brushing her hand along the side of my cock as she does so.
A bolt of heat races along my spine as she wraps her hands around my thighs, using me to steady herself, as she wraps her lips around my head.
I let out a groan, dropping one hand to cup the back of her head as she flattens her tongue around me to run a wet line along the underside of my cock. Her touch is all tease, light little strokes of her tongue and a barely there trace of her teeth on the withdraw.
“Fucking hell, are you trying to kill me?” My cock throbs in her mouth, and I let out a groan as she hums around me, the sensation going straight to my balls. “You need to stop, sweetheart, unless you want me to spill down your throat."
Lily peers up at me from under her lashes, that fucking glint in her eyes telling me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me and she’s getting off on it. With one final flick of her tongue, she sits back, a trail of saliva connecting her to my dick, which I wipe away with my thumb.
“Needy little slut.”
“You love it.”
“I do,” I groan, letting my thumb drag her bottom lip down, caught up in how stunning she is. How mine she is. Lily remains kneeling, but twists so her arched back and ass are right there for the taking.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” I climb onto the bed behind her, immediately dropping my mouth to kiss a line along the slope of her shoulders, down the middle of her spine, stopping just above the curve of her ass.
“God, yes.” Relief coats her words as she feels my hands on her, roaming to wrap around her from behind. I glide gentle palms up her stomach, squeezing her breasts, then pinching her nipples.
Each second I get to explore her body feels like another opportunity to show her I mean it when I say she’s my forever. There’s not a thing about this girl I don’t want to know, to commit to memory.
With one hand cupping her breast, I reach between us and slowly work some of the lube into her ass. When her breathy moans turn into gasps, I let go of her breast so I can cover my cock in lube, notching the head at her entrance and pausing.
Stroking my palm down her spine, I hold myself still. As much as I want nothing more than to claim her ass as mine again, I’m determined to take this slow. To let Lily dictate the pace, how much she can take.
Looking over her shoulder to meet my eyes, Lily just cocks a brow before trying to fuck herself on my cock, but she can’t get more than the tip in without my help.
“Need a hand?” I ask while reaching under her to play with her pussy.
“Please, Daddy. I want all of you,” she whines, grinding her hips back and managing to get another inch past her tight ring. Looking down at where we’re connected, it’s a fucking sight to behold.
“Are you sure you don’t want just the tip?”
“I’m positive. Give me more. I can take it.”
“I don’t know...”
“I swear to God, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me Matt—” Her threats are cut of, when with a groan, I push myself balls deep inside her while simultaneously thrusting two fingers inside her pussy, stuffing her full from both ends in the blink of an eye.