I almost choke on the sheltered part. I have a feeling Alex’s perception of Lily is based on his high school memories, ’cause the woman who gets naked with me sure as hell doesn’t act sheltered. I reserve my comment on that part and respond to the first statement. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”
“I can’t imagine you would on purpose.”
There’s a lot more space in the backseat since Lance isn’t with us. I’m a little antsy, and the closer we get to Waters’ place, the more anxious I become. The whole FaceTime conversation about blow jobs had to have started somewhere. Lord knows those girls are way worse than we could ever be with the shit they talk about.
Violet has zero filter, and who the hell knows what Westinghouse and Charlene get up to with that weird conversation tonight. I’m a little worried about the ideas those two may have put in Lily’s pretty, clever head.
Lily’s offered to kiss my dick on more than one occasion. Over the years I’ve perfected my excuses for why a blow job isn’t a good idea—like, my dick will taste like latex, and then I won’t be able to kiss her. Or I don’t want to come in her mouth, or she can do that another time. Those work amazingly well. I then proceed with additional distractions, taking her mind off me and putting it back on her.
It’s also never actually become a real issue, because I haven’t hung out with anyone long enough for her to figure out there’s more going on than me being super considerate.
I have an entire week with Lily, one in which I plan to have an excessive amount of sex. There’s no fucking way I’m going to make it through a whole week without her seeing my dick. She’ll want to shower with me. I’ll want to have sex in the morning, the mid-morning, the afternoon. It can’t always be dark.
It’s going to be impossible to keep hiding this from her. And for the first time in my entire life since this shit happened to me, I’d actually like it if I didn’t have to hide it. But if what happened the last time a chick got a load of my fucked-up dick happens with Lily …I think I might be wrecked all over again. I don’t want to consider too closely what that means.
We pull into the driveway, and my anxiety kicks into high gear. The blue balls I’ve been rocking all night haven’t gone away, but my dick is as limp as an overcooked noodle.
I’m the last one in the door, and I hang back, surveying the scene. Empty wine bottles litter the coffee table, along with takeout boxes. An abandoned Scrabble board sits in the middle, though I’m too far away to see the words.
All the girls have flushed cheeks. Lily’s reclined on the couch in a pair of worn jeans and a T-shirt, heavy-lidded and loose-limbed. She smiles at me, and I return it, but all my worry on the ride here is suddenly amplified.
It doesn’t take long before people start disappearing upstairs, and then it’s just me and Lily. I’m so fucking nervous, and I don’t even really know why. She’s drunk for sure. I can dim the lights and make her feel good tonight. I’ll worry about the rest later.
She’s the one who comes up to me. She’s the one who wraps her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear about going to prison. We’ve been bantering back and forth all week about pussy prison. Jesus Christ, do I ever want to go.
Lily takes my hand, her slightly fuzzy gaze questioning as she guides me up the stairs to the room we first fucked in. I’m slammed with all of those memories as soon as we step inside. That seems so long ago now. It’s hard to believe it’s already been five months. That’s way longer than I usually let things go on with any bunny. But then Lily isn’t a bunny, so the same rules haven’t applied.
I hit the lights out of habit, snake an arm around her waist, and jump onto the bed with Lily facedown underneath me. I’m only sporting a semi, which is atypical when it comes to her, but I’m still distracted with trying to figure out how I’m going to manage the rest of the week, and how long I can get away with her not seeing the problem in my pants.
“Did you have fun with the girls tonight?” I ask.
Lily’s giggling and breathless. “Uh-huh. Did you have fun with the boys?”
“I woulda rather been here with you. Or at my place with you,” I say.
Her voice is soft and low when she responds. “I’m here with you now.”
That she certainly is. I stretch out on top of her. She’s all lean body and tight muscles. I stay there for a few long moments, just absorbing the feel of her under me.
When she turns her head to the side I sit back and find the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Brushing her hair out of the way, I press a kiss to the nape of her neck. Her hair smells like the girly shampoo she uses, and her skin is salty and warm. I make a slow path down her spine with my lips, appreciating the soft hum I get in response on the way back up. Lily lifts her hips, pushing her ass against my erection.
“Randy?”
I make a noise rather than respond with words.
“Let me up.”
“What?” For a second I think she’s not interested in getting her fuck on with me.
“I want to turn over.”
I exhale a relieved breath. Turning over I can handle. I prefer being able to see her face anyway. I push up on my arms, and she slithers out from under me in a rush. Maybe I was right about her lack of interest after all.
Except she unbuttons her pants, shimmying them down over her hips, along with her panties.
Or maybe I’m moving too slow.
Lily is naked.
Lily is perfect.
Lily is everything I want.
And she’s right in front of me, yet all I can do is stare because I have no idea what the rest of this week is going to look like. I’m really fucking terrified that tonight is going to be the last night I get to be with her before she finds out I’m defective.
She slides her palms under my shirt, so I raise my arms to make it easier for her to take it off. Once I’m shirtless she runs her hands over my chest and circles my nipples. I groan, because the ache in my balls is back. Then she follows with her mouth. Jesus. I’m so fucking horny and stressed right now. There’s too much going on in my head for me to be able to enjoy this the way I should.
All of a sudden I feel the soft brush of her fingers over the head of my cock. “Can I take these off?” She tugs on the waistband of my jeans. I let her, because the end result—getting naked—is what I’ve been waiting for, but when I try to pull her down to the mattress, she straddles me and pushes on my chest.
Lily isn’t usually the aggressor.
“Randy?” Her voice is soft and breathless as her lips touch mine.
“Hmm?” I skim the gentle curve of her hip.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
There are things that happen that change a person’s world. I’m pretty sure, looking back, this might be the moment I actually start to recognize that I have feelings for Lily extending far beyond what happens in my pants. And not because of the way she chooses to tell me she wants to blow me, but because of what follows that simple, yet powerful declaration.
Before we take this any further, I think it’s important to go back in time for a few moments, to truly understand why it’s so damn difficult to accept that Lily wants to wrap those gorgeous, luscious lips of hers around my cock.