chapter Three: One night stand

Lily's pov….

He didn’t lunge, didn’t pounce. He just sat there, watching me with that lazy, devastating smirk, as if he had all the time in the world to let me squirm.

Finally, I broke.

“You’re insufferable,” I whispered, standing to snatch up my clothes.

He caught my wrist before I could move away. His grip was firm but not rough, his eyes glinting in the low lamplight. “Maybe. But you’re gorgeous when you’re flustered.”

The air snapped.

One second I was glaring at him, the next his mouth was on mine. Hard. Hungry. Like he’d been waiting all night to devour me.

I gasped, and he swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding against mine. His hand cupped the back of my neck, tilting me into him as if he owned me already.

And maybe, for that moment, he did.

Gently, he tugs my bra of and slides his

hand beneath. His palm is rough and warm as it skims my breast. My gaze snaps down, transfixed, as he moves his hand lower and pulls down my shorts..

My heart is hammering against my chest. It is almost deafening in my ears.

I want his hand there. I ache for it. There is heat between my legs,

throbbing and wet, and it is almost unbearable.

My breasts feel heavy, swollen, and my nipples harden at the approval that ripples from him in waves.

His jaw tightens. “I want you to lie down, and spread your legs for me.”

A surge of heat floods me and makes it hard to think straight. My core throbs, aches.

I shuffle backward. I lie down on the bed, and rest my head on one of the pillows. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. Tentatively, I spread my legs.

A low sound scrapes against his throat as he curses under his breath.

He shifts closer, and pushes my knees further apart to spread me even wider for him.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” He says as his eyes travel up my body. His eyelids

seem heavy, and his breathing is fast.

“Do you want to know what I want you to do for me next?”

I nod, breathless, sure that whatever it is, I will give it to him. I will give anything to keep him looking at me in this way. Anything that might ease this throbbing ache inside me.

The corner of his lip quirks. “I want you to come in my mouth, against my tongue, as I taste you.”

I blush deeply, heat surging through my body.

“Do you think you can do that for me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His rough hands slide down my inner thighs, holding me open. Keeping

his gaze on mine, he dips his mouth to my pussy, and drags his tongue along my center. I gasp, my back arching.

A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Fuck.” He groans against me, causing me to whimper.

Then his mouth is on me—hot and wet. His tongue slides up and down my core hungrily, greedily. As if he cannot get enough of me. He spreads me widerand groans. I cry out, my fingers curling in, I gasp.

I grow more wanton with each lick and suck. I feel like a caged storm that needs to be set free. I rock against his mouth, desperate for more of this feeling. More of him.

A low, throaty sound escapes him and vibrates against my center.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Take your pleasure from me.”

He slides his hands up my waist and holds me firmly against his mouth as I move my hips. When I cry out, he moves one hand up my chest and plays with my nipple as he continues to stroke my center with his tongue. It is almost too much to bear. Merely the sight of his beautiful body between my spread legs, his mouth moving against me, his eyes primal, is almost enough to push me over the edge.

But then he teases my opening with his tongue, before sliding inside.

I cry out with the surprise of it. My back arches, and my head rolls back.

I grab his wrist as he palms my breast, holding onto him,He brings his other hand to my inner thigh. He rubs the wet, sensitive

bundle of nerves with his thumb—moving in circles. The sensation of his

tongue and his thumb, stimulating different parts of me at the same time,

provokes sounds from me I have never made before—animalistic moans as

I rock against him.

“. . . I’m going to. . . I feel. . . Fuck!”

He groans, and release crashes through me. I cry out, loudly, my back

arching, my body shuddering as ripples of pleasure consume me. He continues to lick and suck, as if determined to devour every last drop of me,until finally I still.

He kisses me once more between my legs, then crawls up my body—

placing his forearms on either side of my head and caging me within them.

His lips are swollen I’m breathing fast, and so is he. I’m not sure whether the pounding of my heart is due to the release that crashed over me. Or whether it is nervousness, anticipation, of what might come next.

I want to give him what he just gave me. I want him to come undone.

I pull his face down to mine, and I kiss him. He groans into my mouth,

stroking my tongue in the same expert way he moved between my legs.

Heat starts to pool again, more so when I realize his hard length is pushing against my thigh through the rough material of his boxers. I hook my ankles around his, melting into his solid body.

I swallow, and look down at his bulge “I want you to take it off.”

He cups my cheek and kisses me gently. “Okay.” He shifts back to take off his boxers

My heart catches in my throat as he kneels in front of me again. I look down at his sculpted torso and strong, muscular arms. How can a man be built this way? I drag my fingers down the ridges of his torso, and

he takes a deep, shuddery breath.

His length is hard. Thick. His arousal obvious.My insides clench.

I do not have much experience because Ryan was my first but this stranger was large, larger than Ryan.

My heart beats a little faster, yet heat pools between my legs, and an ache begins to grow.

My fingers twitch. I start to move my hand lower, but he shifts forward and lays me back on the bed—enveloping me in his searing body heat.

He kisses me deeply,languidly, his mouth claiming mine and his hand sliding into my hair.

“I want. . .” I murmur against his lips.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Anything. It is yours.”

“I want. . .” I take a shaky breath, unused to voicing my desires. “I want you to fuck me.”

He looks down at me, his handsome face glinting with mischief

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

. “. . . Are you on birth control ?”

“Yes “ I whisper

Kissing me softly, he guides himself to my entrance. He holds my gaze slowly as he pushes. He groans as he fills me.

There’s a pinch of pain, and I tense. He feels impossibly big. I do not think he fits. My heart is beating fast. He stills, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of my head. He’s breathing hard, his biceps clenched. His expression is strained.

My body relaxes, then tenses again in an entirely different way. My breathing becomes steadier, then faster. I grip onto his shoulders, sinking my fingers into his muscle.

As if sensing the change in me, he pushes fully inside me. A groan builds in his throat as I cry out.

His hand slides into my hair, and he claims my mouth with his as he rolls his hips again. Moaning, I open myself fully for him,hooking my hands around his neck and pulling him closer.He dips his mouth to my throat, where he kisses and sucks and nibbles.

I slide my hands down to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his

muscles. His skin is hot and damp, and I feel the restraint rippling through him.

He groans, and he plunges into me. Hard. I cry out.

“Fuck.” He groans and I tilt my hips to take him deeper, desperate for more of him, and slide my hands down his back—urging him further inside.

He thrusts into me, hard and deep.I hook my legs around his waist, curling my ankles around his back, and he takes me deeper still. The change in pressure and friction provokes harsh sounds from the back of my throat. Sound I did not know I was capable of.

Delicious tension builds as he moves deeper, faster. And I cannot get enough. I kiss

his neck. I sink my teeth into his shoulder. I grip him tighter.

Fuck My head tilts back.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he mumurs I bring my eyes back to his. He plunges deep inside me, and it pushes me over the edge. Release surges through me and I come completely undone beneath him. I cry out, gripping tightly onto him as my whole body

shudders.

His rhythm becomes feverish. His shoulders tense and his cheeks redden.

His face is strained for a moment. Then he groans, long and hard, his muscles spasming beneath my fingers as he spills into me.

Fuck.”

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