Page 16 of The Devil's Heir
I feel myself blush and quickly turn back to the television, but then my view is blocked by Heath's body as he comes to stand in front of me. I have to turn my head once again because by him moving, he's now situated to where his privates are right in front of my face.
"Are you still a virgin, Lily?" he asks softly.
I nod without looking at him.
"Look at me, pretty girl." His voice is gentle as he reaches out to take my chin and make me look at him.
I don't mean his face either. He only turns my head; he doesn't tilt it up. His bulge is very prominent, and I can tell that he's not wearing any underwear underneath his sweatpants.
"Look at it, Lily. Don't be shy."
My eyes move upwards to look into his, but he shakes his head, "Not up here," he looks down at himself. "Look at him."
My body quivers, and my core starts to throb as I stare at his slowly growing hard-on. I lick my lips, not realizing what I'm doing, and he chuckles.
"Would you like a lesson on how to give a blow job, Lily?" Heath's voice is still low, but it now has a raspy tone to it.
Do I? Do I really want to learn how to pleasure a man with my mouth?
TEN
Liliana
I stare up at Heath and remember all the times that I wish he had seen me as a woman when we were younger, and now, here we are. He sees me as a woman who he wants to teach, but does this mean that he likes me that way, or is he only trying to be nice?
"Do you want to teach me?" I ask my own question.
His dimples poke out as he grins that boyish grin that I've always loved. "I would love to teach you this and so much more if you'd let me." He caresses my cheek, and I lean into his hand. "Let's forget the movie for now," he says as he takes my hand and pulls me up from the couch.
I know exactly what he's thinking, and I don't know if I'm ready for that just yet, and I tell him so. "Heath, I don't know about the rest. At least not yet."
"It's okay, Lily. There is no rush for all that. Let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable, and I will teach you the basics while we wait for the food to arrive."
"O-okay." I let him pull me into his room.
I've been sleeping on his couch since I've been staying here even though he offered up his bed. I wouldn't have felt right kicking him out of his bed, and his couch is actually comfortable.
I stare at his full-size bed with its rumpled sheet, just like when he lived in the foster home. A smile comes to my lips when I remember what he told me when I asked him why he never made his bed.
'What's the point in making it when I'm just going to mess it up again tonight? It's a useless task, and I prefer to spend that time being productive.'
"What's the smile for?" Heath comes to stand behind me, slipping his arms around my waist.
"You still don't make your bed, huh?"
A vibration reverberates off my back as he chuckles, but then he drops his head, and I feel his lips against my neck. Heath places little kisses over my skin before I feel him start to nibble. When he pulls back, I swallow hard.
"Would you like to help me mess it up more, Lily girl?" he asks, his voice low and full of lust.
I may be inexperienced, but I know when someone is turned on, and Heath Richards is definitely that. I can feel his hardness pressed against my back as his hand works its way under my shirt.
I suck in a lungful of air as Heath's fingertips dance across my bare skin. Not knowing how to respond to him, I don't. I just stand here and wait for instructions. This is crazy! I haven't seen him in three years, and we're getting intimate within days of seeing each other again.
Slowly, he walks us closer to the bed and as soon as we are beside it, Heath turns me around. I'm embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he isn't having it. He cups my cheeks and makes me look at him.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Lily."
"Okay…"
