“Don’t look at me like that. We’re not doing anything. Not tonight, not ever,” her own voice cracks a little. It sounds like she’s convincing herself by saying it out loud.
I drop my shoulders, relax every part of me, and look at her as openly as I possibly can. With my hands held out, palms raised, I ask, “Can’t we just forget about the past for one night?”
She shakes her head before I can even finish. I walk up to her, toes stopping inches from hers. In her heels, her lips are inches from mine. With gentle hands, I grab onto her face, my fingers snaking into the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting it up to look at me.
“One night. Let’s have this one night. Without all the regrets. The complications and the mistakes. All the shit that tells us we shouldn’t. Let’s give ourselves one night and pretend like we’re happy again. For tonight, trust me like you used to,” I whisper. “It’s what this whole shit show is for, isn’t it?” I try to grin to lighten the mood, but tears are starting to build in her eyes as she stares back at me. Her face is blank besides the sadness in her eyes. Unreadable.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she nods, a tear falls down her cheek, and my mouth crashes against hers.
At the first taste of her, I groan, tighten my grip in her hair, and pull her mouth harder to mine. Small hands move up to grip my forearms as I walk her back until she hits the wall, my hands softening the impact so she doesn’t hit her head.
Her mouth opens to me as I flick my tongue against her lips, and I deepen the kiss even more. The soft moan she elicits has me grinding against her, the zipper pressed against my cock uncomfortable as fuck.
I pull back long enough to spin her so she’s facing the wall, and my mouth finds her neck as my hands work on the zipper of her dress. Not bothering to go slow, I rip the zipper down and yank the dress off.
She turns back around, eyes hooded in the sexiest fucking way and standing there in the sexiest fucking lingerie. A matching black and lacy set that makes me glad nobody else drew her name tonight. I think I’d have to kill someone.
Or at least pay someone else to.
Lillian steps forward, and with deft fingers, she starts to unbutton my slacks. Following her lead, I rip off my suit jacket, toss it aside, and work the buttons of my shirt next.
Just as I get my cufflinks off and start to remove my shirt, she drops to her knees, taking my boxers and pants down in the same go. My cock springs free, and she doesn’t waste any time grabbing hold of it.
The look in her eyes is one I’ve seen a hundred times before. Half hunger, half admiration. It always made me feel ten fucking feet tall.
Still does.
My cock twitches at the look alone. Brilliant blue eyes dart up to me with a smug grin before her tongue darts out and licks the drop of precum from my tip. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, and she chuckles.
“Lil–” I start to say but choke off of a grunt as she takes my length deep into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, which makes her gag slightly. But that just causes her to tighten around me as she swallows, and I shudder.
As she works my length up and down, tongue swirling around my tip with each pass, she grabs my hands and brings them up to the back of her head.
It’s as if no time has passed. The way I understand exactly what she wants, the way we fit together, how easy it is to slip back into us.
I use my hands to gather her long blonde hair into one fist, tilt her head with the other, and then give her exactly what we both crave.
I feel her loosen her body, relax her jaw, and open her throat as I start off with one hard thrust, testing the waters. Her hands come up to my bare thighs, ready to tap on them if it becomes too much. She doesn’t, so I thrust again and again, holding nothing back.
My cock slams against the back of her throat over and over as I fuck her face. I glance down to watch myself disappear in her mouth. Her eyes start to water—from pleasure this time. With my eyes on her, one hand leaves my thighs and snakes between her own.
“Fuck,” I grunt as she rubs her clit while I fuck her face. It’s easily the most erotic thing I’ve seen in a long fucking time. She elicits a long, low moan that travels through me. A telltale tingle starts up, and I pull out before I come down her throat. I’d rather come while I’m buried deep inside her.
There’s a pop sound as I pull out, and she glances back up at me on a gasp. There’s so much desire clouding her eyes, they look deep blue rather than their usual light, aquamarine color.
“Stand up,” I tell her, voice rough.
I give her my hand to help her up, and as soon as she stands, I bend, grip right under her ass, and haul her up to me. Her legs wrap around me automatically, and I go to walk her to the bed before pausing.
“What?” she whispers, her hands running through my hair. She leans in and starts to pepper kisses up my neck before nipping and sucking my ear. Which she knows gets me damn near fucking feral in seconds.
With one hand holding her up against me, I shuffle to the cabinet and grab a vibrator and butt plug before walking to the bed.
I toss her on it and watch hungrily as her tits bounce with the movement. Then I toss the goodies on the bed beside her and watch in amusement as her mouth opens and closes, speechless.
“What?” I grin, moving to grab each side of her lacy underwear and pull them down. “I don’t even have to look at your sheet to know you marked good to go on ass play.” The confidence in my voice is unwavering.
It was something we had just started to talk about exploring before everything went to shit. And we had already used her vibrators.