I shoved the door open, hard. Lily jumped in surprise and took another step back.
“Oh no you don’t.” I yanked her to me, wrapping one arm around her waist so that the length of her body was imprinted against mine. I tangled my free hand in her hair and pulled her head back so that I could look down into her face. I needed to make sure she understood the rules of what she was signing up for.
“I want to fuck you,” I said, forcing all tenderness out of my voice. “But that’s all this can be. I can’t be your boyfriend.”
“Who said I want you to be?” Lily asked rebelliously. “I’ve had a lot of boyfriends, Con. You’re not exactly someone I could bring home.”
My grip tightened instinctually at the part about a lot of boyfriends. “I’m going to make you forget about all of them,” I swore, and crushed her mouth with mine.
Anger and lust made for a toxic and intoxicating combination. I backed her up into my bedroom, but instead of walking her back to my bed, I pushed her up against a wall and continued my assault on her mouth. I wanted her to know that this wasn’t going to be romantic. There wouldn’t be any candlelight and roses.
To my surprise, she didn’t try to soften the kiss. To my relief and disappointment, she didn’t push me away either and call me an asshole. Instead, she seemed to revel in the brutality, wrapping her arms around my neck and offering her willing young body up for more. She was wearing one of her older dresses, one of the drifty, diaphanous ones that sunlight cut right through. I pulled it up from the hem, pushing it up over her waist and pinning the fabric there between our bodies. She gasped when I slid my hand into her panties. She was already hot and wet, practically dripping on my fingers. Part of me wanted to push her down to the floor right now and slide myself in. She was ready.
But I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I’d jackhammer into her, and it would be over in five minutes. That didn’t work for me. If I was going to hell, I wanted to take my time getting there.
“Con,” Lily moaned when I slid a finger into her slippery, velvety box. I looked down at her while I pumped another finger in. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust, unfocused. She still had her arms wrapped around my neck, but her fingers were loosely knit. I had a feeling that it was the pressure of my body against hers keeping her up.
“Tell me about all those ex-boyfriends now,” I taunted quietly. “Did any of them make you feel like this?”
She shook her head, the movement languid. She bit down on her lower lip hard, and her head fell back as I found the sensitive nub of her clit and tweaked it.
“Tell me what you want, Lily.” I leaned in to nip her earlobe.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“You want me to what?” I was going to make her say it. She’d pushed us to this point. She had to go the rest of the way.
“I want you–” her eyes opened slowly. I was still fingering her, and I could see the unbearable tension of mounting lust in her blue gaze. “--I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you.” I pushed a third finger in to prove the point. God, she was tight. She was going to squeeze my cock like a vice. I couldn’t wait.
Her body trembled, eyes drifting closed again. “You know what I mean.”
“No.” I stilled, withdrew. “No acting like a shy college girl, Lily. Tell me exactly what you want or go the hell home.”
Her eyes flew open. I saw the same desperation I felt in the depths. I’d make her leave if I had to, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t.
“I want your–” her cheeks flushed deeper, “--cock in my mouth.”
I’d already been ready, but now all the blood flowed downward, leaving me lightheaded and painfully hard. It was all I could do to take a step back as she slid down my body to her knees and looked up at me, grasping my manhood just the way I’d imagined the other night.
“Lily,” I groaned, bracing myself against the wall to keep from slamming my hips forward as she gently slid her lips over the tip.
She bobbed up and down, almost gingerly. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.
A better man would have ended it right then. I wasn’t that man. I put a hand gently on the back of her head and guided her up and down. I’d been sucked off by near pros, but nothing had ever felt as good as Lily’s tongue swirling gently around my shaft, her hands on either side of my hips. I closed my eyes and reveled in it. Then, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pulled back.
She looked up at me uncertainly.
I pulled her to her feet and undid the zipper that ran down her back. Her dress fell off like a flower shedding its petals, leaving her in two scraps of lace that I knew wouldn’t last another minute.
“Let’s go,” I murmured, and led her to the bed.