Chapter 39
Dean
Freshly showered and in sweatpants, I leaned against the counter with my hands in my pockets, watching the soup for bubbles.
Behind me on the counter, with her smooth legs on either side of my waist as she drew on my back, Lily waited too, wearing those satin pajama shorts I loved so much with an oversized shirt with a neck hole wide enough to bare one shoulder.
We had the apartment to ourselves.
Lily snaked her hands around my chest and leaned into me with a sigh.
Nothing else needed to be said for me to understand what she was feeling; relief I was home, content because she was home, and maybe in a little denial about the gun currently hidden beneath her dresser. Out of sight and out of mind for now.
My eyes went to the clock on the wall to our left, above the counter. It was almost 3 AM.
I should’ve felt tired, but I wasn’t. I was mentally restless. Gabriele’s words didn’t help with that.
I stared at the soup but placed a hand on Lily’s knee.
Any conversation we had since I got home was light-hearted but also a little sombre. Everything that happened tonight was a conversation for tomorrow.
Lily’s hand slowly skimmed down over my front, coming close to the hem of my sweatpants before she smoothed it back up again. Whether her touch was intentional or not, I half smiled and looked back over my shoulder, brow raised.
“You good?”
“Just…appreciating.” Her breath lightly fanned my left shoulder blade before she kissed it, and then dragged her lips to another area of skin. And another.
She moved her hand south again, following the ridges of muscle on my stomach. Her touch was definitely intentional this time as she continued peppering kisses across my back.
I hummed deeply, rolling my head back as she curled her fingers around the bulge in my sweatpants. She got one stroke in, sliding the fabric up and down along my cock before I turned around.
I cupped the back of her head and the small of her back as I kissed her.
My mouth barely left hers when I asked about her hair. “Why’d you cut it?”
“Needed the change. You don’t like it?”
I stopped and braced my hands on either side of her hips to look at her. “I love it.”
Lily’s cheeks were flushed as she smiled. “If I knew a haircut would get this reaction from you, I would’ve cut it sooner.”
“Baby, you’re gonna get this reaction no matter what you do.”
The pet name sunk into her in a way that made her melt in my hands. It was evident in the way she bit the corner of her lip and shifted her hips forward in an unspoken invitation. Cradling my bulge against her, she gently rolled her hips up as she watched my face.
Temptation pulled my gaze to where we were touching, where fabric creased and moved. Moved enough so that the leg hole of her pajama shorts was briefly pushed aside. I caught a glimpse of her lack of underwear, and suddenly I was melting in her hands.
I leaned into my palms. “We’re alone all night?”
“I don’t think Kira would come home at three in the morning.” She rolled her hips harder.
My hand fumbled to grip her hip and slow it down a little. “And, uh, you don’t mind what the neighbors hear?”
Lily’s eyes darkened, and she bit her lip. “Let them.”
“Bedroom?”
“Yes.”
In a whirlwind of her hopping off the counter and removing her top, me turning off the stove and moving the soup, and then her dragging me to her bedroom, she closed the door, and I pushed her against the back of it. Our movements were hasty but oh so fucking smooth.
My hands were at her hips as I slipped her shorts over her thighs and kissed her where I could.
At the same time, she tugged the front of my waist band down and I popped up like a fucking jack in the box.
I gripped her thighs and hoisted her up against the door with a thud. The little breath she released once I was flush against her was addictive. I needed more of those sounds, those breathy whimpers, to pour from those lips of hers.
One arm around my shoulders, Lily reached down between us, guided me to her, and gently pushed me in.
Her pretty mouth formed an O, and her eyebrows pinched up as she slid onto me.
Deeper and deeper, her walls squeezed around me like a glove. A welcoming, familiar glove that forced any worry from my mind. It was like magic, the way she easily took up the space in my brain, casting out the bad, making me feel like a fucking god when I was inside her.
That was a thought straight from my cock…
Lily’s fingers curled against my scalp when I pulled out halfway, hitching her legs firmly around my waist.
Her free hand came to the back of my head, and when I started thrusting, her fingers curled against my scalp, and her legs locked.
“Remind me to never cut my hair shorter than this,” I breathed.
She threw her head back and moaned a response. “Oh?”
I drove my hips forward. “You need somethin’ to hold on to.”
“In that case,” she panted, adjusting her hips. “Give me something to hold on for... Fuck me harder.”
“You sure?”
There was a smile in the corner of her mouth. “Fuck me so hard I forget about what happened tonight.”
“Lily…”
She shook her head, smiling as she took my head in her hands. “You won’t hurt me.”
It was hard to think straight when I was still buried inside her.
I adjusted my grip on her thighs, pulled out, and then drove into her a little heavier than I usually would.
She swallowed and combed her fingers through my hair. “Again.”
The next thrust had more force and knocked her body against the door.
She tightened but hesitated. Caught between going ahead with this or changing her mind, it was a quick, silent battle in her eyes.
Her body was already quivering in my arms. And she was wet.
So fucking wet.
My control was teetering on the edge.
“Again,” she whispered, lips parted and inches from my own.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
“But I don’t want you to stop.”
With her legs cinched high around my waist, spreading her wide open, I kept going. Obeying her every request to go harder and harder.
The bedroom door began to rattle as her pleasure-filled cries filled the room.
My legs felt like they wanted to give out, but I pushed through the ache, and pushed us to that awaiting climax that made her claw at my back.
I shelved the reservations and gave in to that raw, hot, and hard desire.
And Lily. Oh, Lily. This gorgeous fucking woman in my arms, taking every inch with staggered moans and whimpers. Each one caught in her throat.
She clung to my shoulders and dropped her head against the door, watching me through hooded eyes as her body bobbed with every thrust.
Lily didn’t just remind me how badly I enjoyed it, but also how badly I enjoyed it with her.
I kissed her throat and sucked on her skin like I was starved of sex.
She was tightening around me again, and I was seconds from release with her shoulder in my mouth.
All thoughts and sense of control were lost on me, save for a steady rhythm that came as second nature.
When sweat began to gather on our skin, making my grip on her thighs slip, I hooked my arms under her knees.
Ladies first.
Her body trembled. She was close.
I timed it just right, thrusting deep and staying put as her orgasm rushed through her. It made her entire body convulse, curling her toes and sending a quake through her legs as she gasped. The throb of her walls coaxed me to follow, and soon she was milking everything I had to give.
Lily rested her head on my shoulder, catching her breath while I brought her from the door. I left soft kisses on her shoulder as I went, unable to get enough of her. After the past few days, I was still looking for a distraction. I wanted to worship every inch of her.
I lay her on the covers and slowly pulled out. The gentle sigh that left her lips was a good enough sign that she was happy about what happened, despite how rough.
She tracked me with her eyes as I crawled off her, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. Beginning at her breasts, I gently took her nipple between my teeth. She moaned with a smile, pushing her chest up while she curled her fingers into the covers.
“Do we have any plans in the morning?” I asked, moving my mouth to her other breast to get more of those reactions from her.
Her hips writhed beneath me as I moved further down, arriving at her inner thigh and her hip creases when I widened her legs. I watched her face as I did, determining what she liked and what drove her wild. So far, wherever my mouth went brought her pleasure.
I slowly brushed my bottom lip over her clit. The little bud was hot to the touch.
Lily’s body quivered as she found her answer. “N-not in the morning. We do have that rage room thing in the afternoon—”
She was cut off by her own moan when I flicked my tongue over her clit, and then brought my mouth over her peach-pink pussy. I could taste her and myself as I licked her gently, aware of the tenderness while I worked to get her there again.
Her body arched off the bed as she cupped her breasts, and then slung both arms over her eyes. “Why’d you—”
I gently slid my middle finger into her, palm up, as I stroked her from the inside. Her legs knocked against my shoulders as she groaned, slapping her hands to her thighs to claw at her skin.
When I placed my thumb to her clit, barely stroking it clockwise, her hips rocked.
“Nnnh—why’d you ask?” she managed.
I replaced my thumb with my mouth, devouring that sweet taste before I lightly blew across her reddening, wet flesh. The cold air caused her to squeal as she bit her bottom lip and lifted her hips. I pinned them back down.
An impatient groan escaped her as she tried to move her hips again, grinding against my face.
I pulled up for a second and considered her nakedness.
“I don’t plan on lettin’ you sleep much tonight.” I kissed her inner thigh and slowly worked my finger in and out. “That’s why I asked. I hope you don’t mind.”
She pulled herself to her elbows, considering me this time as she raised her brow. With her eyes locked on mine, she spread her legs wider with a subtle smirk. “Not at all. Do your worst.”
“Alright.” I rose to my feet, rock hard under her gaze of anticipation and hunger, before I hooked my hands under her thighs. “Ready?”
Her eyes gleamed with excitement. “Mhm.”
Lifting her legs, I flipped her over in one motion.
She let out an unexpected squeal before her knees hit the mattress. Chest down and ass up in full view, she released a chuckle-moan as she curled her fingers into the covers.
I slowly climbed onto the bed to kneel behind her, spreading that glistening pink with the head of my cock as I leaned over her perfect body.
My hand curved around her waist while the other smoothed down her arm to her hand. I threaded my fingers through hers and squeezed.
“Still wanna forget?” I murmured into her ear, grazing the shell of it with my bottom lip.
“Yes.” She trembled beneath me, nodding desperately as she started to sink onto my cock again. “Yes, Dean, please.”
It had been a while since I fucked someone hard. I fell into the belief that I had to keep it gentle every time with Lily — not that I didn’t like slow fucking. Slow fucking trumped rough sex any day, but sometimes rough sex worked wonders on the psyche.
And I could see we were missing out.
I slid in with one full thrust. No pauses or edging, just one complete sheathing that knocked a shudder through Lily’s body as she groaned loudly and bit the pillow.