Her eyes go wide, her tongue darting to lick her lips. “Here?”
I lean in, my breath grazing her skin as I trail slow kisses along her shoulder, up the curve of her neck. She shivers when I reach her ear, a soft sound escaping her as I bite down on the lobe.
My voice is low when I speak, each word a promise and a warning, a year’s worth of fantasies coming to fruition. “In your room, on the bed. In front of your tripod. And when you come all over my face, you're going to ride my cock until you can’t anymore. And then tomorrow, we’ll do it in front of the camera, just the way you like.”
For once, Lily seems at a loss for words. Instead of responding, her hips swivel, her breath coming fast as she continues to ride my hand. With my free hand, I reach around, gripping her ass as I continue kissing her neck and driving her closer to the edge.
It’s only when my attention drifts back to her breasts that she finally gives in. I release her ass and cup the soft weight of one breast, rolling her nipple slowly between my fingers as I take the other into my mouth. She fists the short strands of my hair, holding me close.
As if there’s anywhere else I’d want to be but right here.
Her head falls back with a soft thump against the door, quiet little sounds spilling from her as I twist her nipple, still working her with my fingers. For a moment, I let myself drown in thesight of her, in the reality that I almost lost this, losther, for good.
What a fucking fool I’ve been.
“Matty," she breathes, that old nickname trembling in the air. She closes the space between us, her lips brushing mine in a slow, lingering kiss that feels like she’s grounding herself—and me—right here, right now.
Her hands glide up to cradle my neck, thumbs tracing along my jaw as she deepens the kiss. I keep my rhythm exactly how she needs it, collaring her throat with my free hand, applying just enough pressure to make her moan into my mouth, tongue twining with mine.
The sound shatters something in me. Every wall I built. Every rule I tried to follow. I’d break them all just to taste her again.
“Oh my God, I’m going to—” She cuts herself off, bucking against me and dropping her head to the crook of my shoulder. I feel her come at the same moment I feel her teeth dig into that spot where my neck and shoulder meet. A shocked hiss leaves me as she leaves her mark, pulling back with mischief shining in her eyes.
For a long moment, we just stand there, breathing each other in. Her pulse beats beneath my thumb where it rests against her throat, a steady reminder that she’sreal, that she’smine, at least for now.
“I believe you promised me a ride or two.” She smirks as she pulls back, shimming her dress down over her hips until it pools at her feet. Leaving her gloriously naked to my starving gaze.
Kicking off her heels makes her lose a few inches, but it does nothing to alter the sway of her hips as she strides past me, looking over her shoulder with a cocked brow at my hesitation. “You coming?”
I only hesitate a moment longer, in part because the sight of her like this has always knocked me for six, but mostly because I can’t quite believe she hasn’t kicked me out yet.
The second we cross her bedroom doorway, we’re all action.
Turning to face me, she tears my shirt open as I fumble with my belt. We’re a tangle of limbs, a rush of desperate motion, stripping away every barrier between us. Only when she shoves my boxers down and frees my cock does Lily pause. The way she looks at me—hungry, teasing, almost reverent—makes my pulse spike, and I curse, shivering under her touch as she reaches forward to grip my thick length tightly.
“Christ. Get on the bed, sweetheart,” I bite out, trying to cling to some shred of control. Judging by the smirk curling her lips, I’m failing spectacularly.
“Or what?” she taunts, twisting her grip and flashing me that perfect, bratty look that makes it impossible to think straight.
“Or I’m going to blow all over your hand. Which, not going to fucking happen. The only place my cum will be going is inside your tight little cunt, and that’s only after you come all over my face.”
Her eyes widen, the shock wiping away her smirk, just for a second. Then it’s back, sharper this time, when she says, “Sounds like you’re the one who needs to get on the bed for that to happen.”
“Brat,” I mutter, giving her ass a sharp smack as I walk past. The sound echoes, a soft whimper slipping from her lips that she pretends not to make.
I stretch out on her bed, hands tucked behind my head, legs spread just enough to make her blush. My gaze drags over her, taking in every glorious inch of her. “What are you waiting for, baby?”
She hesitates, teeth catching her bottom lip. “You’re insufferable,” she whispers, but her voice has gone softer, breathier.
“Maybe,” I say. “But you like it.”
She rolls her eyes, but the movement can’t hide the heat flooding her cheeks. When she finally climbs onto the bed, I catch her wrist and pull her closer, just enough that she lands with a quiet gasp, her hair brushing my jaw.
“Now climb up here and ride my face, before I decide that brats don’t get to come,” I growl, palming her ass.
She moves like she’s testing me, each motion a question she’s too proud to ask aloud. The mattress dips beneath her as she inches closer, her breath stuttering, the faintest tremor in her hands as she braces herself on my chest.
My hands find her waist, steadying her. She’s hovering above me, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. The soft red glow of the LED lights washes over her, catching on the ink that trails along her ribs and curves. Every line of it calls my name, daring me to touch, to read the story written on her skin with my hands.
