Fucking Lilah’s mouth is so damn good. The soft moans leaving her mouth make my dick vibrate. The way her tight throat spasms around me as she tries to keep from gagging, her red face eyes focused on mine. All of it is so damn hot.
I hold her head in place, half my cock in her mouth as she uses her tongue on me. I spread her legs with my foot and tease her with the vibrator. Her eyes close as she moans. I nod to her and turn the vibrator up as I push it against her over and over again, determined to make her come while she’s blowing me instead of waiting.
She whimpers and rolls her hips, trying to take me deeper into her throat despite my firm hold on her hair.
“Patience,” I say.
She pops off me and shakes her head. “I want you inside me. Now.”
I cock my head to the side.
“Don’t let me think,” it’s a whisper, but I see the guilt on her face. I push her back and thrust the toy inside her. She gasps as I work it in and out of her. “Edmon!”
“Is this how you use the toy when you think about me?” I use it on her, working it in and out of her, as I watch with rapt attention.
“Yes!” she moans.
“Yelling my name even though you don’t want anyone to know?”
“Yes!”
I pull the toy out and rub it over her clit. She lifts her hips, digging her heels into the edge of the bed to get more of it. I kick off my shoes while rubbing it over her dripping pussy, then grab her hand. “Show me.”
“But you-”
“I need a demonstration. Show. Me. And you better believe I’ll make you after spanking you.”
I give her the toy, but she rolls onto her knees, using the toy on herself while wiggling her ass at me. She’s taking her time. I can tell. I slip out of my socks, then swat her ass hard. She yips, but doesn’t move. I swat her ass again and again as she whines and works the toy faster into her pussy.
“Put it on your clit,” I order her.
She doesn’t. I grab her hand and move the toy. She groans. “I was so close!”
“Too bad.” I swat her ass again. “That toy stays on your clit or it’s all you get.”
She huffs but obeys. I push her further up on the bed and slam into her. She gasps and looks back at me. I grip her hair, just under the elastic, and take over on the vibrator, rubbing it over her clit. Still, it brushes my cock as I thrust into her again and again, making my legs shake.
“You feel so damn good.”
“I knew you couldn’t resist,” she breathes.
“You kissed me after kidnapping me, hellion,” I snarl.
I pound into her hard as I keep using the vibrator on her. I adjust on my knees and lean over her, kissing her shoulder. “Tell me how much you missed me.”
She doesn’t answer, so I stop. She continues to bounce on me, rolling her hips up to take me the way she needs me, so I’m fucking her even though I’m holding still.
I drop the vibrator on her bed and pull out of her. I flip her over and hold her in place as she pants. “Edmon, your teasing is-”
“If you obey, you get what you want.”
Her eyes flick to the toy, to my cock, then to my face. “You first.”
“I already told you I haven’t been able to forget you. You’re on my mind every damn day,” I growl, slamming into her again.
Her back arches. “I missed you.”
“Damn right, you did.”
“I hate that I did,” she whispers. “But fuck, I did. Saying no was so hard.”
I grab the vibrator and work it over her nipples, stroke down her belly, then rub over her clit again. She grabs my arm and lifts her head, kissing me hard and deep. I pause again, but she moves my hand on her like she needs.
Her moan is so damn good. I can’t resist tasting it again. My tongue moves against hers and I increase the pace. How the hell am I supposed to be calm with this girl?
She nods against me, and I push her down, collaring her throat. She moans and arches her back against me, grinding down on my cock. Her head turns to the side. “Edmon, please! Let me come. Please.”
“I’m better than your toy,” I growl.
“Best together,” she howls. “I’m so close!”
She pisses me off and turns me on so much, I can’t handle the combination. “Come!”
She grabs my shoulders, digging her nails in and dragging down my arms as her eyes roll back and she lets out a moan that drags me into ecstasy with her. My hand doesn’t compare. No one compares. I drop the vibrator as my arms give out and I collapse on top of Lilah.
We catch our breath together, and she squirms. “You’re still... um, ins-”
“I know,” I answer.
I’m still buried inside her as I soften. I kiss her neck, then lift her chin, kissing her hungrily. “You’re getting my number this time.”
“We still have sushi to eat,” she hums.
I don’t like that reminder. For some reason, it feels too much like being with someone else, someone whose name doesn’t belong between us. I nibble Lilah’s bottom lip, kiss her again, and again, and again until I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen.
“Let me guess, you want to talk and get to know me?”
“No. I like you enough to do this. Let’s not ruin that,” she says.
I roll off her and feel my brow furrow. She stands up, then clears her throat. “I’m going to clean up. You can have the bathroom after if you want.”
She doesn’t want more? But she said no to friends with benefits. If she wants to be a booty call and only a booty call, we can do that, but that seems like a backslide.
I clean up our mess, get dressed, then go to the living room. Lilah returns in a robe with her hair up in a bun. She sits next to me and turns on the T.V. It’s some sitcom with a skewed imperfect, yet perfect friend setup and shenanigans.
“I hate shows like this,” I say as I eat my sushi with a fork.
“Why?”
“It gives false expectations for reality. It makes everyone else feel like they’re not living their best life, even if they sometimes feel better than the characters on the screen,” I say.
“But that’s not the point. It’s not a competition. It’s just a break from reality. Something that a person can lose themselves in for thirty minutes to forget about their day,” she answers with a shrug.
“I prefer action flicks. They feel more real.”
“Gunfights in the middle of a street where no one gets arrested, murder, mayhem, and the audience rooting for someone who does morally gray things?” She shakes her head with a slight smile. “How is that more real than five people with jobs who manage to make time for each other despite the pressure of adulthood?”
I turn her chin to face me, studying her face. She’s so damn innocent. She couldn’t survive a day even knowing my world existed. “So those mafia romances or those mafia movies?”
“I mean, mafias had a time. The cartel is real, I know that. I think that’s the closest thing to the mafia that exists. Then again, if a person looks at the statistics, I suppose mafias might still exist outside of the U.S., but considering how policed organized crime is, I can’t imagine them being real, especially not like in movies.”
“No?”
“They’re romanticized and dramatized. Just look at the 1920s. Mafia men and mobsters barely lived past 40. Who would go into that life? One that’s violent, cold, lonely, and has so many rules that limit just ... living?”
“Who says it’s a choice?” I ask.
“Everything is a choice. My parents had me all lined up to become an agricultural expert so I could work the family farm and breed horses, but I chose to move to Florida and become a teacher. It’s a choice,” she says, glowing with the warmth of her smile.
“Forget the sushi,” I say.
“What?”
I drag her against me, ruining her bun as I devour her mouth. I’ve never wanted a choice before. Just accepted that I didn’t have one. It was simpler that way. Everything was simpler without talking. I should have just watched the damn show instead of asking questions.
Lilah laughs. “I like kissing you, but you taste like wasabi now and my lips are burning.”
“Can’t handle the heat, huh?”
“I’m thinking about that all over my body and that’s not a great time ... except maybe my nipples, but anything else is a no and-”
I kiss her again, then push the robe over her breast to suck and tease her nipple. She moans and grips the back of my head. Her nipple tightens against my tongue and I take the lead, kissing her again before laying her back and pulling the sash of her robe open. “Devouring your sweet pussy is a treat, not a given.”
“So I should be bad more often,” she sighs before shivering. “I’m all tingly.”
I pause for a second. I’m already painfully hard against my jeans, and I’m ready to throw all my rules right out the window. Neither one of us was expecting this tonight, but she feels so good that I don’t want to let her go. She makes me greedy. I want as much of her as I can get.
We stare at one another for a long time, panting. She’s determined to break all my rules. Then again, she doesn’t know them, but ... “You’ll miss your show.”
“Do you not want to?” she asks, blushing and sucking her bottom lip, looking uncertain despite the fact we’re both naked and I’m hard against her.
“Of course I want to. You’re here and ...”
And that’s all that matters. Simple. I fuck her fast. It’s quicker than normal, but just as rough, carnal, and intense. I pull out and instead of just taking it, she wraps her lips around my cock. Using her tongue and her throat, she gets me off faster than I want. When I sit down, Lilah curls against me and it feels natural, not forced.
“So, you don’t believe in the mafia? How about aliens?” I ask, refusing to let the silence ruin us.
She laughs. “I think Atlantis is more likely than intelligent life in the universe making a stop here.”
“I didn’t say on this planet,” I argue.
“It’s probable, less than likely, but mathematically.”
“Keep using those big words to impress me,” I tease.
“I don’t have to impress you. I already got you in bed.”
“Are you using me for my body?” I pretend to be offended.
She laughs and shoves a sushi roll into my open mouth. “Shamelessly, Edmon. But you did earn my number, so it should be a win, right?”
It fucking is. I’m still smiling when she drops me off. Lilah doesn’t make a move to kiss me though, and that’s what sticks with me that night. The girl I want to want me, only seems to want me for sex.
I text her when I get home, but don’t get an answer right away either. Fuck, what is she doing to me?
Setting the phone to the side, I work out. I’m just her booty call. She makes me work hard to get anywhere, she’s argumentative, sassy, five feet of complicated ... so why do I check my phone eagerly when it dings?