Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
LILY
I am fucked.
Well and truly fucked.
Once he sent me to heaven and back again, I showered, dressed and made my way outside. I needed to put distance between us. I needed to escape.
This was getting too much.
I was hoping by the time I returned home that he would be gone.
He normally leaves in the evening if they've had a late night streaming, but now, who knows.I should have never given in, but I suppose there was a lot I shouldn't have done... but here we are.
I have let my son's best friend eat my cunt, finger fuck me, ruin me with a dildo, and cum over my pussy, all in the space of not even twenty-four hours.
Shaking my head, I duck into the grocery store and get what I needed for dinner for me and Callum tonight.
He had requested roasted chicken and who was I to say no to the apple of my eye.
My phone rings and I slip it from my bag, smiling when I see Harper's name and bring it to my ear.
“Hey babe, you okay?”
“Yeah yeah all good, you free tomorrow? Going to get some cocktails and food,”
I am tossing things in my trolley as I listen.
“Yeah should be fine, I have a few things to tie up with work but other than that yeah, should be free.”
“Perfect, I'm going to ring the rest of the girls now and see if they can make it too,” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Fab, where did you want to go?”
“Little wine bar in Convent Garden, does that work for you?” she asks and I can hear her pottering around in the background.
“Yup, what time?”
“Seven?” she replies and I smile.
“Sounds perfect.”
“Fab, bye babes,” she says and then cuts me off.
Slipping my phone back into my purse, I push Ezra out of my mind and focus on the task in hand.
Dinner.
Then finding something nice to wear tomorrow.
Sure, I had clothes at home but I fancied something new for tomorrow, so... I guess I am going shopping.
Piling the grocery bags on the breakfast bar and hanging my dress bag on the door frame, I would say today was pretty successful.
Orgasms and shopping.
What more could a girl want.
Dropping my bag to the floor, I kick my sandals off.
I am wearing a stone coloured cargo skirt and a plain white tee with no bra.
Sure, I shouldn't want my son's friend, but I do, and a little harmless teasing really wasn't going to hurt anybody.
Unpacking, I place what is needed in the fridge and begin to prep the food.
“Mum,” Callum's voice floats around the large kitchen.
“Hey, my angel,” I beam at him as he walks towards me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders as his large frame hangs onto me.“You okay?” I ask, a soft laugh bubbling from me.
“Yeah,” he nods his chin on my shoulder.
“You hungry?”
“Starving, I can't wait for dinner,” he places a kiss on my cheek then raids the fridge for snacks.“I was wondering…” he starts as he grabs two bottles of water and a punnet of the fresh strawberries I have just brought.
“Yeah?” I pause, potato peeler in hand, turning to face him.
“Ezra is cool to stay for dinner right? We have another stream tonight,” and my skin erupts in goosebumps, stomach tightening and my pussy aches.
“Sure,” my voice is a little higher and he pinches his brows.
“You good?”
“Yeah fine,” I nod and with that, he gives me a nod, turning his back on me and walking away.
Placing the peeler down, my palms are flat against the worktop and my head bows.
Shit.
I was hoping to have at least a night without him here and now, my mind is plagued with him again.
Having to sit at the dinner table, all three of us, knowing that he has seen things... done things that he shouldn't have.
I needed to stop.
Needed to break it off now, because if Callum ever found out, it would destroy both of us.I would tell Ezra tonight that it's been fun but it needs to stop.
We can't keep doing this.
Sure, I want to fuck him.
Badly.
But we both know it's wrong.
He is doing it just for the thrills I am sure; who can get the furthest with the porn star mum.
I shake my head and it's not until I am back to peeling my potatoes that I hear the sound of his shoes skating across the tiled kitchen floor.
Sucking in a breath, I refuse to look up.
Three steps and he is behind me, fingers teasing the bare skin under my skirt and I roll my lips.
I will not give in.
He tries a few things to gain my attention, but I don't rise to it.
“Playing hard to get Mrs Stanley?” his lips press against the shell of my ear.
“I'm shutting you out, we can't keep doing this. It's been fun...” I trail off as I push into him, causing him to step back, “but it stops now,” I give him a smile and a shrug of my shoulder as I step to the side and reach for more vegetables out of the fridge. When I close the door, he is standing there, hand on the cool metal of the fridge, blocking me.
“It's been fun!?” he snarls, eyes burning into mine as they bounce between them.
I say nothing.
“It's not over,” his voice is low, “it'll never be over, you're mine Lily,” and I hear the urgency in his voice. “You'll be mine. Either willingly or I’ll just keep taking what I want from you,” his eyes fall to my heaving chest, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Don't threaten me,” I stand a little taller and step towards him, so we're toe to toe.
“Then don't walk away from me.”
My heart drops.
“Ezra, this will never work,” my voice is low as I try and reason with him.
“Why?”
“Because I am nearly twenty years older than you, plus...” and he looks away from me, “Callum.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Callum wouldn't care,” he scoffs.
“What, wouldn’t care that his friend is fucking his mum?” I say it a little too loud then wince.
“We haven't fucked,” he pouts, and I can see the playfulness scatter through his eyes.
“You know I'm telling the truth,” I whisper now, placing my hand on his chest and feeling the way his heartbeat is racing beneath my fingertips.
“And what?” he edges closer to me, lips dusting over mine.
“This, us...”
“Would be fucking explosive. Callum will get over it.”
“I don't think he would,” I give him a sad smile and lift my fingers from his soft black cotton tee.
“Then just let me have you once... fully, properly... then tell me you don't feel it, tell me you don't feel the way we are together. We make sense Lily, we deserve a chance... fuck the age, Callum will sulk for a while but once he sees that this...” he pauses and cups my cheek, “this is so much more than sex, baby.” I hang on his every fucking word like a lovesick teen.“Promise me one night, and then we’ll see how you feel...”
My eyes volley between his.
“Please,” he begs on a whisper and finally places his lips on mine, our tongues entwining.
“One night,” I whisper against his lips, and he is already smiling.
“I'll prove to you just how well we work.”
“I’ll leave my bedroom door open tonight; I’ve always had fantasies about being fucked whilst I am sleeping… let’s see what you’ve got,” and I know I shouldn’t be goading him because we are wrong for each other, but I can’t help it.
“You have no idea what you have just asked of me Mrs Stanley, and we’re so right for each other.” Before I can even argue with him, he is walking away from me and disappearing back upstairs to where my son is no doubt sitting and waiting for him.