Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
LILY
I wake, wincing as I roll and I know exactly why I am sore.
Sitting up slowly, I look at the time and see it's just past nine.
I slept well, heavy after popping a sleeping tablet. The night before was a write off and I knew I needed a decent sleep so there would have been no waking. Stretching, I yawn before I look beside me at the sun streaming through the blinds and then notice a small note on my pillow.
Pinching it, I pick it up and read before my heart drops.
Scrambling, I grab my phone and open the app and that's when I see it, my mouth agape, eyes wide at the video that is trending of me being fucked by someone in a balaclava... but I know exactly who it was.
I told him I would leave the door ajar… and if he has watched any of my OnlyFans videos, he would know that somnophillia was a kink of mine... and he took full advantage of that last night.
Heat blooms between my legs.
I feel mad.
But I'm only mad because I have no recollection of it.
Screwing the paper up, I lock my phone and storm for my en-suite and slam the door.
We’re playing with fire, we’re both going to get burned.
Showered and dressed for the warm summer day, I am wearing a lemon summer dress with no panties and wedged heels.
Tonight was the night of our cocktail night and seven p.m. couldn't roll around quick enough.
Ezra hadn't shown his face once and it was already past five, though maybe this was for the best. We said one night. Anger licks at my skin that it happened and the only recollection I have is the ache between my legs.
He wants to put claim on me, then I'll put a claim on him.
Game fucking on.
I shout up and let them know I am going out and just as I walk to the door, Ezra appears, standing on the stairs as I begin to move towards the waiting cab sitting curb-side.
“You want to play Ezra?” I say quietly when I see Callum approaching the stairs. “Then let's fucking play,” I wink just as Flora meets me on the pavement, standing on the path that leads to my house.
“You look hot,” Flora chimes, and I smile at her.
“Hoping to find myself a nice man to bring home that can show me just how much he wants me,” and I hear the low rumble of a growl from Ezra just before Callum stands next to him.
“Be safe mum,” he smiles and I blow him a kiss.
“Always am baby,” and with that I turn on my heel and make my way into the cab, followed by Flora and I am so ready to get shitfaced drunk.
“How are we all?” I ask as we begin moving towards Covent Garden and one by one they all begin to tell me how their weeks have been. I have kind of taken the role of mum on for all the girls and it doesn't bother me. They feel comfortable confiding in me and I am okay with them telling me their problems, if I can help then I feel like I have achieved something.
My phone buzzes in my purse and I find myself slipping it out to see messages from Ezra and my lips twitch.
Ezra
Trying to make me jealous Mrs Stanley... just you wait.
I ignore the way my blood burns, the way my stomach knots and the way my pussy pulses at just reading those words.
I wanted a reaction and that was exactly what I got.
The evening was in full flow, cocktails were going down a little too nicely and before I knew it, I was being bundled into the back of a cab and being dropped on my doorstep. Flora and Harper walk me up the stairs and I am mumbling some incoherent shit, but I knew what I wanted and how I was going to get it.
Ringing the doorbell because clearly I was too drunk to even get my key in the hole, Ezra opens the door, eyes roaming over me before they bounce between Harper and Flora.
“She got drunk,” Flora states the obvious and I can't help but giggle.
“No shit,” he grunts as he reaches forward and goes to take me but the girls kind of hold me back.
“Where is Callum?” they ask, clearly concerned.
“Asleep.”
“It's fiiiine, he can take me in,” I nod, pulling out of their grips and they both look at each other before Ezra gives them a soft nod.
“Promise, she'll be okay,” and he curls his fingers around my wrist as he pulls me into the house and then thanks them before closing the door.
“You're an arsehole,” I sigh, crossing my arms across my dangerously low dress.
“You're drunk.”
“And what?”
“Where is this man you were going to bring home?” He teases and he gets my back up.
“No need to bring him home, I let him fuck me in the toilet... hottest fuck ever,”
and that's all it took to get him to lose it.
His hand lifts and wraps around the base of my neck, pushing me against the closed front door, my back hitting it with a thud. His lips crash down on mine as he hooks my leg over his hip, his fingers skating under my dress to sink two fingers straight into my pussy and I moan loudly as his lips drag down to my chin and then my neck as he sucks on my skin, licking and nipping.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, and I don't care, I need him.
“I plan on it,” he slips his fingers from me and is already fumbling with his jogging bottoms, pushing them down before lining his cock at my opening and I tense up. “Don't tense baby, you took it so well last night,” he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he edges forward, teasing the head of his thick, long cock at my opening before slamming forward and filling me deep. He fucks me against the front door of my home and I give no shits if we get caught.
I have wanted this for too long.
Needed it for so much longer.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, his hands holding me up underneath my ass as he ploughs his cock in and out of me and I am already sobbing as I cum, his cock throbbing inside of me as he fucks me until he is filling me.
“I want you pregnant Lily, I want to fill your pussy constantly until one of them catch and your belly swells with half of me and half of you,” he pants as his lips dust over mine and I nod, over and over.
“Are you going to let me Lily? Let me fuck you until you're pregnant?”
I nod again, my whole body trembling, his cock still buried inside of me.
“Good girl,” he rumbles and he lifts me from the door, wrapping both my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bedroom and fucks me again.
And again. Until I pass out in a broken, sweaty, mess.