Chapter 23
Lily
Trixie cackles down the line, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Trixie, stop laughing and tell me.”
“Tell you what?” she says in between trying to catch her breath.
“How do you know I slept with Diaz?” I’m actually in shock because I thought I was discreet. Apparently, I need to work on my stealth skills.
“I didn’t know for certain, but thanks for confirming.” She laughs even harder, if that’s possible.
“Give me strength.”
“I bet you need it after that man has finished with you.” Her giggles subside before she turns serious. “Tell me, did you black out?”
“Trixiebelle McKenna,” I shout.
“Don’t full name me, woman. I know that man wouldn’t disappoint in the bedroom.”
“How on earth would you know that?” I scoff.
“I’ve seen the Calvin Klein billboards, Lily.”
“They can photoshop that stuff.” I mean, they didn’t. Memories flood my brain at just how fucking perfect his body is, and my mouth waters at the thought before I mentally kick myself.
“Yep.” I can almost sense her smiling through the phone at me.
“That's all you have to say? Yep?”
“Oh, I have plenty to say, but I want to hear what you have to say.”
“I have nothing to say.”
“You have nothing to say about how you just happened to leave the gala with a very hot Spanish ex-footballer trailing behind you.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Oh.” Here she goes, I love her, but she does have a flair for the dramatics. “And you, Miss Chambers, didn’t go home that night.”
“How… Trixie, how do you know all this? Am I tagged or something? Also, Beck better not be able to hear this. I’d never hear the end of it.”
“Nah, he’s watching some weird documentary about polar bears or some shit.”
“Start explaining yourself.”
“Me, explain myself?” She giggles. “I have nothing to explain. You, on the other hand, do.”
“I’m telling you nothing until you tell me how you know.”
“Bossy.”
“Yes, now tell me,” I whine.
“Fine.” She sighs. “I spotted you leaving the gala, noticing that you didn’t look too great, but when I saw that Beck had you, I knew you’d be okay. But then he came back in without you, so I wanted to check on you. Which I did.”
“And you saw me get into the cab with Diaz.” I rub my hand over my forehead while I continue pacing my room.
“Yep.”
“Okay but that doesn’t explain how you know I didn’t come home. You were at Ezra’s all night,” I point out.
“Was I?”
“Weren’t you?”
“I forgot my overnight bag, so when we left, we stopped by to pick it up, and to my utter surprise, you weren’t there.”
“You weren’t surprised at all.” I huff out a laugh as I throw myself down on my bed.
“Hell no, I wasn’t. I was doing a happy dance that my bestie was finally getting to ride that gorgeous man.”
“Finally?”
“Babe, with that much sexual tension flying between you two, it was only a matter of when one of you snapped.”
“So why didn’t you out me?” I question.
“You’ve been a little off since, I didn’t think you were ready,” she says softly.
“You’re right.”
“But you are now?”
“Now what?”
“Ready to tell me about your night with Marcus fucking Diaz, of course.” Her frustration seeps through the phone.
“Babe, don't make me beg for the details. Please tell me it was hot. I mean, how could it not be with all that tension around you two? I swear, when you argue, the whole country gets turned on. Was it passionate? Did he rip something? Did he bite? Oh does he have a weird kink? Did—”
“You gonna let me talk or what?” I cut in as she is on a one woman spiral right now.
“Yes, sorry, please tell me about the best dick you have ever ridden.”
“How do you know he’s the best dick I’ve ever ridden?” Pulling myself up the bed, I settle against the headboard, ready for my interrogation.
“You’re forgetting I’ve known you forever, our menstrual cycles are in sync, I know when, where, and with who you lost your virginity. I even know which is your favorite make of vibrator.”
“The Ann Summers thrusting rabbit,” we both say in unison. Hearing a noise, I jump up to check out my window, but when nothing looks out of the ordinary, I assume I’m hearing things.
“See, I know you. And I know you’ve not been fucked properly in a long time. So back to telling me every detail.”
“Every detail?” I settle in front of my mirror and rest my head in my hand.
“Every fucking detail. And I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “The man can kiss like a fucking god. I swear my lips were bruised the next day, but in the best, most delicious way.” I groan thinking about the way he controlled my mouth, and I press the tips of my fingers to my lips at the memory.
“He laid me out on his kitchen counter like a fucking buffet after I told him in great detail what I would do with his impressive dick. How I would enjoy gagging on him and ask him to do it again and again and how wet it would make me. His fingers stroked and teased me in all the right places; the man did not need any direction. The orgasm he ripped out of me was earth-shattering. I was shaking, screaming, fucking begging him to give me that release. Trixie, I literally saw stars; his fingers were magic.”
I’m on a roll, I can’t seem to stop my mouth from running away with me, now I’ve started with this, I don’t think I’ve got a hope in hell of stopping. She’s getting every thought in my head now, whether she wants it or not.
“He didn’t let me get up until he worshipped me.
He licked and sucked until my whole body was trembling.
I grabbed his hair in such a strong grip that I know it hurt, but it spurred him on.
He growled, fucking growled into my pussy sending vibrations through my whole body.
I rode his face as I came a second time, this time on his wicked tongue.
I couldn’t feel my legs. The orgasm was that strong.
The man eats pussy like he’s a man starved.
Jesus, Trixie, I’ve never come that hard from a man's mouth ever.” My whole body is heating as the visions of what he did and how amazing it felt flash through my head.
“Then he fed me his gorgeous cock as he sat on the side of the hot tub, but he wouldn’t let me make him come down my throat.
Oh no, not Marcus Diaz. No, he lifted me into his lap.
” I squeeze my thighs together, remembering how he stretched me.
“I then rode his dick in his hot tub on the balcony in front of the whole fucking world, and I didn’t even care who saw me.
” I sigh, catching sight of myself in the mirror as I lift my head out of my hands, my cheeks flush and my eyes dark with desire.
“Trixie, his dick is beautiful; easily the biggest I’ve ever had.
And he has this vein that runs up his whole length, and I could feel it every time he thrust into me.
And he gripped my hips so hard he left bruises for days,” I whisper.
“Trixie, I can still feel his touch whenever I think about him.” I groan at my admission.
“Which, unfortunately, is more than I care to admit. I then fell asleep in his arms after he fucked me again, this time in his bed, where I think I blacked out from the pure pleasure. Trix the man literally fucked my brains out.”
“I have no words.” Her voice is quiet as I try to catch my breath.
“That’s never happened.”
“Neither has what you have just described. Babe, I'm so happy for you,” she squeals.
“Happy for me? Why the fuck are you happy for me? I’m a mess.
I don’t know how to be around him. I fell asleep on his shoulder on the plane ride over here.
He played it off that it was no big deal, but fuck; the look in his eyes, I wanted to climb him like a tree.
” Releasing a breath, I rub at my temples trying to relieve the pressure.
My head is all over the place. “I’ve been watching him play this afternoon, and all I wanted to do was kiss his stupid face and beg him to fuck me again, but we said it would be one night, so I need to move on. ”
“I’m happy for you because you deserve someone who knows how to handle you.
You’re not someone to roll over. You know exactly what you want.
It sounds like Marcus knows just how to give you that.
What’s wrong with having a bit of fun? You’re out there for what?
Four weeks? Enjoy it.” Her tone is carefree and light, making me frown.
“What a casual sex thing?” My nose scrunches at her advice.
“Jesus, Lily. Yes, a casual sex thing.”
“Sorry, I’ve just never really done that before.”
“It can be fun. You take all the emotions out of the equation. You have explosive sex, and then you move on. Simple.”
“So, what you’re telling me is I should just let Marcus continue to fuck my brains out until we both get bored of each other?” I say.
“Or one of you kills the other with how your relationship is.”
Fair point.
“Belle, I need my phone.” Beck’s voice filters through the line. I love his nickname for Trix. It always makes me smile. He gave her the nickname back at school, but I’ve noticed since Ezra has been on the scene, the name is used less and less. “The Cap wanted us all at the station this afternoon.”
“Okay, just give me two.” She waits a beat, and I hear the door shut in the distance.
“So, I should do this with Diaz then? What if I’m just horny and he’s here?”
“Babe, have a glass of water, and if you’re still thirsty fuck that man, and enjoy every damn minute of it.”
“You really do have a way with words.” I chuckle.
“You’re welcome. Now I have to go. Beck needs to get to work.”
“Okay, thanks. I still need updates on Olivia,” I rush out before she has a chance to hang up.
Her voice takes on a more tender tone when she replies. “Of course, sweetie. But everything looks positive.”
“Okay.” My chest loosens, relief flooding through me as my fingers wrap tightly around my phone. “Love you.”
“Love you too, queen. Now go get those orgasms.” She hangs up, and I giggle. Trust Trixie to make me feel better.
Maybe I could do this. I said I didn’t want a relationship right now, especially after the shit storm of my date with Carl and every man before him. So why can’t I have a casual hook up with the man, who I can’t stop thinking about?
I’m going to take Trixie’s advice.
I slip into my little black dress. It’s floaty and fun, hitting my mid-thigh, and my favorite black patent sandals.
I touch up my makeup, making sure it's light and fresh, giving me a dewy look, and fluff up my hair. Perfect. Finishing off my outfit with gold bangles and my gold chain, which my parents bought me when I made it to the England ladies’ first team.
It's stunning and elegant with four rings interconnected to symbolize our family.
Mum, Dad, Tyler, my big brother, and me. I go nowhere without it.
I’m going over the road to Rose’s brother’s restaurant for a drink and maybe something to eat to try and work out how I’m going to suggest to the man I thought I hated above all others that I want to make him my casual hook up.
Should be easy, right?