Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
LILY
After filming some new content, I hopped in the shower and washed the night away from me.
I do OnlyFans .
It was meant to be an interim earner when I got made redundant from my corporate job, but the money was just too good and once I had a taste, well, I didn't want to stop.
Stepping into my large bedroom, I tighten my towel around my slender body and sit in front of my dressing table.Smiling at my reflection, my cheeks still a little rosy from my orgasm, I start applying my skin care.
I pull at my brow line, before lifting them up and down, frowning slightly. My botox was already beginning to wear off.
Rough drying my hair with the towel, I drop it to the floor and reach for my hair dryer to finish the job. Brushing through my now dry, blonde hair, I add product to tame the loose bits and then walk towards my bathroom, hanging the damp towels on the heated rail and reach for my violet silk dressing gown. It flows down to my feet, fanning out and has large, flowing sleeves with soft fur lined around the cuffs. Tying it up, it dips between my cleavage, a tease of my full breasts on show.
I had them done for my thirty-eighth birthday. A present to me from me.
I was all about self-care and self-love.
I wanted the full boobs, the fresh face, the full lips.
People may judge me but I didn't care.
I loved myself and my body.
Waltzing back towards my dressing table, I reach for body spritz and spray it across me, smiling as the warm scents of coconut fills my senses. I place it back and then head for the door, opening it quietly as I pace down the hallway. Just as I get to the first set of stairs, my eyes drift up and I wonder if I should check in on them but decide against it as I begin to walk downstairs.
Reaching the bottom, I pad quietly down the hallway and towards the kitchen, glancing at the time. It's just past two a.m.
There is no chance the boys will be asleep; they normally stream to around three or four a.m. then sleep the morning away.
Turning the kettle on, I wait for it to boil as I reach for a large mug and throw a teabag in, adding milk and sugar and then filling it with boiling water.
This was my little ritual once I finish a late shift.
A cup of tea and four digestive biscuits to dunk.I feel like I need it more tonight, so I swipe another two.
Opening the fridge, I slip the milk back into the door and when I close it, I jump when I see Ezra standing there.
Large black tee, skinny ripped jeans and sharp killer jaw.
“Oh, I didn't expect to see you,” I whisper, stepping back and wrapping my fingers around my hot mug of tea and grabbing my biscuits as I pace towards the breakfast bar.
“I was hungry,” the low rasp of his voice causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand and I refuse to look at him.
“There are leftovers in the fridge,” but he is already next to me, blue eyes locked on me as I slowly turn to look at him, eyes a little wide. I don't miss the way one corner of his lips lift.
“Thank you,” he licks his lips and lets his eyes fall to my now heaving chest as it rises and falls a little quicker.
I give him a nod, then turn myself forward as I pick my biscuit up and dunk it softly into the tea and then take a bite, the buttery biscuit melting on my tongue.
I am aware he is still standing there, watching me as I eat.
“What do you want Ezra?” my voice is a little shaky. I turn myself to look up at him and just when I am about to pull my eyes away, his large hand grips my chin, holding me in place as his lips tug into a toothy grin. His eyes flicking with heat, his tongue swiping against his top lip.
“You, Lily... I want you.”
I swallow, my throat bobbing and his fingers dig a little harder into my skin.
“Ezra,” I whisper, eyes widening as I focus on his beautiful blues.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head dipping back before his eyes are back on mine.
“This... we...” I shake my head whilst still in his grip.
“It makes sense,” he nods, darting his tongue out and wetting his bottom lip.
I shake my head again, lifting my hands and curling my fingers around his wrist as I gently pull him away from me, his lips rubbing into a thin line.
“There is no point fighting this Lily,” he rasps as he leans down, lips hovering over mine. “We're inevitable,” and I don't miss the cocky smirk that laces his lips before he turns and walks back towards the stairs. Only when he is gone do I exhale heavily and push any dirty thoughts of what may have just happened if I let it away, whilst I tuck into my tea and biscuits.
That is not what I had envisaged for my Thursday evening.
Rolling on my side, the sun streaks through the small slats in my wooden shutters. I groan, grabbing the pillow beside me and covering it over my head.
I was not ready to get up.
I had no reason to get up but my body had decided for me.
Sleep didn't come easy last night, and every time it did, my mind was filled with Ezra and what I would like to do to him.
He gives it all billy big bollocks, but I can assure you if we ever crossed that line—we definitely won’t—but I would be the one to take control, show him what it is like being with a woman and not a girl.
Slamming my thoughts down, I sit bolt upright in bed and throw the covers off me.
I'm wearing a matching silk nightie that came as part of a set with my dressing gown and storm towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I knew there was something going on with him, the way he shifted and became a little more obsessed with knowing how I was, with asking how my day was... how work was.
Splashing my face with cold water to try and calm my erratic heart but it's no use. It's drumming hard in my chest, and I know it's going to be awkward when I see him today, if I see him today.
Most boys have a crush on people their own age. Not Ezra. He is trying it on with me.
But who knows.
It could just be a ploy... a little challenge of some sort with his other friends.
Who can fuck Callum's mum first.
I shake the thoughts from my mind and make my way back out and into my room. Pacing, nails pressing against my lip as I resist biting the fresh set that I had done at the beginning of the week, but my mind is all over the place.
And it was all because of him.
Part of me would love to fuck him.
Just putting it out there.
But at the same time, I am well aware it is morally wrong.
I think?
A twenty-year age gap.
But one night with Ezra... I knew it would be good.
Sighing, I stop pacing and move towards the stairs and into the kitchen.
I needed a coffee and food.I was grouchy and hungry and beyond exhausted. Five hours sleep was not enough after such a late night but here we are.
I just needed to focus on getting through the day and keeping out of Ezra's way.Because I fear that if I get too close, I'll let him in.
I'll let him fuck me.
Just because I want it.
Oh my god, what is wrong with me .
Turning on the coffee machine and popping in a pod, I stick my large mug underneath it and let it do its thing whilst I reach for my seeded loaf, slicing it then popping it into the toaster.
“Fuck, you're teasing me,” the deep rumble of his voice fills the room and I freeze.
Rolling my shoulders back, I ignore him and grab the toast as it pops before slathering it in butter and that's when I feel him behind me, breath on the back of my neck, his large hand curling around my hip as it splays against my stomach.
My breath catches at the back of my throat as I try my best to ignore him.
“You're such a tease Mrs Stanley, fuck,” he groans as he presses his lips onto my pulse point, softly sucking my skin into his mouth and I find myself moaning at the way it feels.
“Ezra, stop,” I breathe, trying to nudge him back by pushing my ass into his groin, but that only spurs him on, pressing back so I can feel his evident bulge.
“You can't tell me you don't want this...” his lips dust up the column of my throat and my stomach knots, my fingers drop the knife on the countertop just as my fingers curl around the edge of it, my eyes fluttering shut.
“I don't,” I whisper and I know he knows I am lying.
“Don't lie to me,” he smirks against my skin and it's burning as his grip around my hip tightens.
I can't even get the words out to fight him as his spare hand presses against the bare skin of my thigh, fingertips dancing up and under the hem of my silk nightie.
“We can't. Callum...” a breathy moan escapes me just as his fingers dip inside my thighs.
“Callum is asleep... it's only me and you,” his fingers skate a little higher and tease over my silk panties.“You say you don't want this... but your pussy is dripping,” he chuckles softly as he swipes his finger under the material and strokes through my pussy, teasing my clit and my breath shudders, my head falling forward.
“So wet baby,” he groans, holding me where he wants me before he traces his finger at my opening and pushes two fingers into me causing me to moan.“Such a tight little cunt, Mrs Stanley ,” his lips are by my ear, nibbling and sucking on my lobe as he fingers me in my own kitchen. My son's best friend. His thick, long fingers buried deep inside of me as he strokes my g-spot.
“Ezra,” I breathe, lifting my head as his thumb brushes against my sensitive clit, fingers slipping in and out of me with ease and I know I won't last long.
“Yes baby?” his voice is more of a growl as I roll my head back so it's resting against his chest, his eyes lowered as he watches me come undone in front of him.
This shouldn't be happening.
Yet here I am, getting finger fucked by a boy who is almost twenty years younger than me and I am loving every fucking minute of it.
“Don't stop,” I find myself moaning as I tighten my grip around the work top and push my hips into him, widening my legs and making his fingers slip further inside of me.
“I don't intend to,” he whispers just as he slips from me, then lowers himself to his knees, his arousal coated fingers dusting over my silk nightie as he pushes it up around my hips and planting two kisses on either of my ass cheeks after biting the skin.
Fingers hook inside my panties as he skims them to the side, holding them in place with one of his hands whilst the other is back on my hip and pulling my ass towards him, my upper half leant forward.
“I am fucking starving ,” he groans just as his tongue swipes through my pussy, lapping against my clit before it's buried deep inside my cunt, pulsing it in and out, filling me over and over and I find myself grinding against his face, desperate to come, desperate for him to taste every drop of me.
“Oh my god,” I call out, eyes rolling in the back of my head as I rub my clit, and his fingers sink into me, past his tongue and I am edging closer to my orgasm.
“Such a good girl, Mrs Stanley ,” he groans and he sinks his teeth into my inner thigh before his hot mouth is replacing both our fingers, eating my pussy like he should.
He may only be twenty-two, but one thing is for certain, he knows how to eat a pussy.
“Are you enjoying me eating your cunt?” he groans as he sinks two fingers in me, teasing me as he asks and I answer with a whimper.“I'm not sure if your tight little pussy will be able to take my cock, it's a struggle getting a third finger in,” he breathes as he teases a third and I tighten around him.
“Fuck,” I hiss, but that stretching feeling is soon replaced by his tongue, eating me out and sucking on my clit and I know I am about to freefall.“I'm going... shit, oh my god. Ezra, please, don't stop,” I am begging him, begging him to fuck my cunt with his tongue, begging him to push me from the edge of the cliff and into the cold water of my very own pleasure pool.
“That's it, come for me, make a fucking mess,” he growls, tongue on my clit, fingers buried so deep inside my pussy I find myself pushing back and grinding against his knuckles.
“Oh yes,” I cry out, his fingers squelching in my arousal, finger fucking me hard and fast as his tongue dances against my clit and I'm done for. “I'm coming!” I cry out, legs trembling, hips rotating and I am fucking losing it, my orgasm splintering through me.
Before I can even catch my breath, he is turning me around and hooking my leg over his shoulder as he sinks two fingers back inside of me, his bright blue eyes dancing with mine and my arousal evident over his full lips.
“You were everything and more,” he rasps, placing a kiss on my inner thigh, his fingers still buried inside of me.
“This was a mistake,” I whisper, cheeks red, chest blotchy.
“No baby, it wasn't,” he grins at me, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he slips his fingers out of me then sinks them into his mouth, sucking them clean.
He lowers my leg down and then tugs my panties back across, covering my sensitive pussy before he pushes to his feet and lowers his lips over mine, hovering slightly. “Good morning, Mrs Stanley, ” he winks before reaching over and grabbing my coffee and turning to walk away.
My eyes roam over him.Bare torso, tight grey jogging bottoms hugging his toned and peachy ass and I know that I needed so much more of him.
“Fuck,” I whisper.