Seeking Two Lovers, page 7
I hadn’t mentioned him.
She hadn’t asked.
And I chose to keep it that way, wanting to enjoy her all to myself for the time being.
“So.” I eyed her over the table, and she leaned forward as though gravitating toward me.
My groin took note, stirring in my suit pants.
“I’d love to invite you back to my place for another glass of wine.”
She ran a fingertip along the rim of her empty glass. “I don’t go home with men on the first date.”
“Your place?” I pushed, my interest too damn stirred to give up easily.
“Haley is at our apartment, and one eyeful of you, and she’ll try to steal you away from me.”
“Am I yours for the night?” I couldn’t but help ask, not hating the idea of the possessiveness hinted at in her voice.
“I was hoping so.”
“We are in a hotel,” I tossed out, fingers mentally crossed because I wanted—needed—a taste of Lily.
Her slow smile had me thickening fully, and I knew in that moment, I would get to see what color panties she hid beneath that skirt before the night ended.
10
Lily
I hadn’t lied to Scott. I didn’t go home with hookups.
Haley and I had a pact: our place or neutral ground, neither of us needing anything super fancy as long as we got off.
Scott paid for our dinner, and I took his offered hand to help me from my seat. Rather than releasing me, he twined his fingers through mine. Warmth ran up my arm, straight to my nipples.
Already hardened from the heated gazes he’d been giving me over dinner, they ached, chafed from the bra plumping my breasts up a bit. Dampness already coated my panties and had from the second I’d laid eyes on Scott in his dark gray suit. He hadn’t pulled his hair back like in the picture on Missing Link, and his blue eyes were lighter blue than I’d thought. Absolutely fucking gorgeous with a hint of gold around the pupil.
No calloused palms on him but alluring all the same.
Besides, I had a generous memory that kept the vision of him in sweats fresh in my mind.
The second the elevator closed us in to speed us up five stories, he turned on me.
With how his messages had hinted at dominance, I’d expected a good slam against the wall, fingers clasping my neck even. Scott cradled my face in his hands instead, peering into my eyes. “You didn’t mention kissing as a hard limit.”
The image of Blaine shot through my mind, but I rose up onto my tiptoes because I could.
Freedom to be.
To live.
Scott brushed his lips over mine, a breathless whisper of a touch, and I knew trouble awaited around the corner. My legs went weak, between my thighs pulsing with a fresh surge of arousal.
I grabbed hold of his hair and opened my mouth, whimpering as his tongue stroked along mine in a lazy dance of seduction.
His hand splayed over my lower back, and he pulled me closer.
The fucking bell dinged, and the elevator’s doors slid open the second his hard length pressed against my belly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my hand once more.
Yes, please.
I blinked up at him while he led me down the hallway, unable to keep track of the turns or even what room we headed toward in my lust-filled body and mind-blowing numbness from a simple brush of lips and tongue.
Kissing Levi had always been comfortable, a sense of home I’d never had with anyone else. The lip-lock I’d shared with Zeke had been hot, panty-melting, but no butterflies had rushed through my belly, swirling straight through to my head like with Scott.
He brought us to a halt before a door and glanced down at me. “Okay, beautiful?”
I realized I still stared up at him. Enthralled, my lips tingling and desperate for more.
So much trouble.
“You’re one hell of a kisser.” I barely breathed the words.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He swiped the key card, turning the light green. A push on the handle and he entered, tugging me in behind him.
For a man to be as arrogant and assured of himself as Scott, I expected he would deliver.
Hell, how I hoped he did.
He slid his suit coat off and tugged his tie loose.
I kicked my heels from my feet and set my purse aside, my insides a riotous mess of the best sort.
Not once did we look away from each other.
Light spilled in from the window on the far wall, shadowing his face enough that I couldn’t make out his eyes other than the fact they were pale.
He took three steps toward me and hefted me with his arms, pressing my back against the door—gently but with serious intent.
I giggled with a bit of nervousness, but my legs wound around his waist, my hands finding his hair.
He kissed me senseless, taking his time to lick and nip over my lips. “So goddamn delicious,” he groaned into my mouth, spearing in his tongue for another taste and stealing my breath. “Fuck, I want to devour every inch of you.”
“Yes, please,” I gasped out as his teeth scraped over my chin with a tender bite.
Scott nosed at the place his teeth marked me, and I lifted my head, tilting it back to rest on the door. He pressed soft kisses to my neck, flicks of his tongue and his rumbled sounds of appreciation causing need to pulse through my core.
Wetness slid from between my thighs, soaking my panties, and I wiggled, seeking out something to rub against.
He lifted me higher like I weighed no more than a feather pillow, his mouth finding the peekaboo cut out in my blouse.
“Vanilla,” he whispered as his nose slid over my skin between my breasts. “So sweet. Take it off for me.”
Scott stepped away from the wall, his hands firm on my ass, giving me room to pull my blouse from my body. I didn’t make him ask for the bra, just ripped that damn thing away too. Before it fluttered to the floor, my back hit the wall again, and Scott wrapped his lips around my right nipple, nipping at the hardened nub.
“Oh God.” I grabbed hold of his hair, swallowing hard as he suckled, sending shots of lust straight to my clit. “So good…holy shit, that feels… Damn.” Biting on the inside of my lip, I tried to keep my whimpers contained as he gave my tits more attention than any man ever had.
Every stroke of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth, shocked charges through me, amping up my need to explode in a spasm of orgasmic pulses.
Who knew a woman could hover on the edge of a climax from mere nipple play?
The mouth on that man…
“Scott.” I gulped, torn between wanting to yank his head away from my chest and press him closer.
“So sensitive.” Hot breath wafted over my stinging nipple. “You are so fucking fine.”
He moved fast, spinning my head.
The bed cradled my back before I could blink.
Scott stood over me, looming in the dim city lights filtering through the hushed room. His tie fell to the floor, and with every flick of a button down his dress shirt, my pulse picked up pace. He moved unhurriedly, slowly uncovering smooth skin, a lithe swimmer’s torso with bitable pecs and ripped abs.
“Oh God,” I moaned at the sight, sure I’d died and gone to heaven.
He slid his slacks and briefs down in one shove, and I gulped.
“Yes.” Like a breathless whore, I stared at his hard dick. Perfect length. Perfect girth. I couldn’t wait to feel the stretch, the fullness of him inside me. My fingers twitched to touch as drool flooded my mouth for a taste of his salty pre-cum.
Scott chuckled while pulling a condom from his wallet before tossing the first beside me, the second to the floor where his pants lay. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the bed’s edge, hands rising beneath my skirt until he bunched it at my waist.
“Red.” He huffed a chuckle at what covered my soaked pussy. “Goddamn, Lily.”
“You like?” I fingered the edge of the dark red panties I’d decided to wear for him—because I’d chosen too, not because he’d demanded it.
“Fuck yeah.” He dropped to his knees and leaned in close, filling his lungs with a noisy inhale. “The scent of you is making my mouth water.”
A shudder ripped through my core as he pressed a kiss atop my clit. “Mmm.” His chest rumbled.
My legs splayed open, and I grabbed hold of that luscious hair again, biting my tongue to keep from begging him to kiss my aching core.
“Needy little girl,” he murmured as though reading my mind, running his nose over my panties from clit to ass and back up again. “Soaked through for my cock.”
“Scott…”
He licked over the lace, his tongue nothing more than a tease.
“Scott,” I whined again, thrusting my hips up toward his mouth. “Please.”
Sliding a fingertip along the edge of my panties, he lifted his head, peering at me from between my thighs with pale eyes full of fire.
I expected dirty words, filthy talk from how he’d teased online, but the second he bared my pussy to the air, he leaned in, his lips closing over my clit in a suckling kiss.
My hips bucked, gaze ensnared by his as his tongue flicked over my sensitive nub. “Oh…holy fuck, Scott. Shit.”
He lapped and kissed again. “So fucking sweet.” His growly tone hardened my nipples to tight points. “I could eat this pussy for hours.”
Dead.
Fucking dead.
That rumbled voice, the words…
I humped up against his face, moaning like the dick-needy whore I was. “Give me your fingers,” I demanded in my lust after torturous minutes of him making out with my clit like it was my tongue.
Two slid in before I could inhale, and my breath caught.
Right there—what man knew how to crook his fingers on the first stroke and land a woman in the lap of euphoria?
“Be a good little girl and soak my hand,” he murmured against my clit and nibbled.
My body contracted, curled inward as his demand rushed over me. Climax waves rolled through me—erasing all thoughts from my mind other than holyfuckingshityes. My pussy clenched around his fingers, his hot tongue flicking at my clit to keep me falling. His hums and groans fed my body’s frenzy until my release left me lax, empty of energy.
I lay like a rag doll, whimpering and gasping for oxygen as he lapped at my cum with lewd slurping noises.
Wrecked…by mere fingers and a tongue worthy of a gold medal.
“Fuck, Lily.” He sat back and wiped his hand across his wet mouth before he grabbed the condom and sheathed up. “Flip,” he commanded, and I lazed over like a limp noodle, too buzzed to give his bossy ass any shit.
He hands grasped my thighs, yanking me up onto my knees, and I pressed my face into the mattress, my core aching to be filled even though the rest of me felt spent. My skirt spilled forward toward my ears, and Scott didn’t even bother taking my panties off. He pulled them aside and sank into me with one slow push.
Stretched the fuck out in delicious bliss…
“God,” I moaned the word like a curse, my back bowing even more to suck Scott deeper into my body.
“Ah, fuck.” He squeezed my cheeks apart, baring my asshole to him, but I didn’t care—he stuffed me full of his hard dick, and I couldn’t think beyond how delicious he felt buried deep inside me. “So hot. Tight.”
I made some sort of garbled, strangled noise, fisting my hands in the comforter when he didn’t retreat and thrust right away like I craved.
His length jerked inside me, but he didn’t move, his groin hot against my ass cheeks.
Panting, I wiggled, needing something…more.
“Be still,” he stated, his thumbs gliding up through my cleft to feather over my asshole.
Another whimper left me as I bucked toward him, ignoring the strands of hair across my mouth, sticking to my lips. “Please. Fuck me,” I groaned, dragging out the “e” like a petulant child.
He chuckled and pulled back, his thickness dragging along my inner walls and sending another rush of arousal through my blood. I’d come harder than I had in months from his fingers and tongue playing me like a violin, but at the friction of his length inside me, my pussy hopped back aboard the “get off again” train.
“This ass…” Scott squeezed my cheeks and took his time filling me with one slow glide.
“Yes,” I moaned, shivering even though sweat readied to break out over my heated skin.
Lust rippled over me as he bottomed out with a groan, and I arched my back deeper, pressing toward him.
“Again,” I breathed the word, and bless his gracious heart, he gave me what I asked for. Smooth thrusts, slow undulating rocking of his hips like those damn male strippers who drove women worldwide to salivating with their dance moves.
“So wet.” He ran his thumbs around where he stretched me while dragging out, slick pads sliding over my asshole as he sank back in.
I opened my eyes and craned my neck, needing to see him move.
And move he did, his abs rippling with every slow thrust, his hips gyrating rather than straight on thrusting like they were made for fucking a woman senseless.
Trouble.
“Fuck.” I moaned and slammed my eyelids shut again as he continued to rim my puckered hole with his thumb. Watching him fuck me would ruin me for any other man.
He was that good.
That…delicious.
I could visualize those hips, those abs, behind my closed eyelids, ramping up my lust, the wetness he glided through.
He applied pressure to my ass, teasing rather than breaching.
“Touch yourself for me, Lily. I want you to come all over my cock.”
I groaned and obeyed, sliding my fingertips over my clit like he did to my asshole, because there was no way in hell I wasn’t getting off a second time with his perfect dick wrecking me.
He started moving faster but no less sensuous, rocking into me hard enough that he hit my cervix. A tap to my pucker, and he whispered, “Let me in.”
I bore down like I did when playing with myself, and his thumb slid inside my body without much resistance. “Christ are you hot inside here,” he groaned as though through gritted teeth, finger fucking my ass in opposition to his length in my pussy.
“Fuck,” I drew the word out, smooshing my face against the mattress, and strummed the hell out of my swollen bundle of nerves, the closest I’d ever been to fulfilling my fantasy.
“Yeah…fuck yeah. You’re a soaked mess. So. God. Damn. Perfect.” Words rocked from his lips in time with his hips. “Fuck, I wish I could fill you with my cum.”
Aaand, at that image he created in my head, I erupted, shrieking my release. Scott slammed into me harshly until I collapsed onto the mattress, every inch of me tingling, my breath escaping in hard pants.
He followed me down, grunting and rutting into my pulsing pussy until he shuddered, his dick swelling and twitching inside me. “Hell, woman.” Hot exhales ghosted over my neck, and Scott pushed his hips tighter against me, the tip of him jabbing my cervix.
I hissed at the slight hint of pain, and he shivered again, resting some of his weight against my back. Sweat lay like a sheet between us, hot and slick.
“Okay?” he murmured against my ear, that tongue of his lapping up the side of my neck and sending shivers clear to my toes.
“Mmhmm.” Completely spent, I soaked in the warmth of his hard body pressing me deeper into the mattress.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered and flicked his tongue out to trace the shell, causing goosebumps to ripple over my skin.
He sounded…needy, something first impressions hadn’t suggested Scott would be.
At all.
The desire for more I’d never experienced before, to nurture and soothe him, swam through my blood.
I should have lit out like a scared little rabbit with all the feels he woke inside me.
But I didn’t move.
11
Blaine
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my dick hard and my thoughts on Lily. Even though I’d sounded like a moron when we’d had lunch together, she’d still asked for my number. She wanted to get to know me.
Was she blind?
Deaf?
Or did she see beyond my obvious insecurities and social shortcomings?
Grey had, and I’d learned to relax around him, to be comfortable in my own skin when with him. Could I reach that place with her? Given enough time, I supposed I could. I grabbed my cell off the table beside my bed and pulled up her name.
Coffee girl.
Even knowing her true identity, I couldn’t help but grin. Lily would always be associated with coffee and sweet blueberry muffins in my head. Add in the memory of the subtle scent of vanilla that hovered around her, and saliva started to pool in my mouth.
Ignoring my aching dick, I typed slowly…deleted a few letters, started from scratch…backspace two words…
“Fuck, I suck at this.” I scrubbed a hand over my face and backspaced everything I’d typed out. “Do it, chickenshit.” Lips in a firm line, I went with one short and to the point question. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?
Grey had a friend gathering at our place, a surprise party for his secretary, and I didn’t want to have to hide in my room the entire time like usual whenever he had a get-together. I couldn’t handle the noise, the laughter, all the…bodies in our space.
It was always too much.
I hit send before I could overthink asking Lily out for a second time. Staring at the line I’d written, I waited. Chewed on two fingernails. Released an exasperated breath when she didn’t reply within five minutes.
“Get over yourself,” I muttered.
I hauled my ass out of bed and hopped in the shower, needing to take care of the buildup of cum I’d been ignoring since our lunch together. Running with the first fantasy to pop into mind, I envisioned trailing my hands up the back of Lily’s thighs while sinking into her sweet body.
