Page 6 of Bad Desire

Not that she needs the encouragement. She takes him down to the hilt right there on the porch in broad daylight. Where anybody walking by could see—if he has neighbors, which he doesn’t. But even just the idea of discovery makes it better. Look at her. With Mick Lange’s dick in her mouth, fucking her throat.Her.Lily DeSilva. No one else. No ghosts of groupies past. She’s the one wringing hoarse groans and swears from his lips like music.

It’s notforhim, though. Maybe that imaginary neighbor walking by would think that. But this moment is Lily’s. She’s wet, rubbing her thighs together as she bobs on his cock. She could get off just like this. Making him fall apart. His balls tighten as she brushes her thumb across them, cupping his heavy sac. “Fuck,” he gasps out. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.”

Good. She’ll drink it up. Every drop. And she increases the pressure until he gets there. He cries out, her name a hoarse groan. And then he’s bucking up and shooting, filling her mouth with sour, salty seed.

“You happy now?” he asks as he slumps, spent and boneless.

“No,” Lily admits softly, sitting back and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Not nearly.”

Fuck.Fuck.She stumbles upstairs and into her room, shoves her hand down her shorts and takes the orgasm she denied herself last night. With the taste of Michael Lange still on her tongue.

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Fuck.Fuck. A beautiful girl just sucked his brains out through his dick and all Michael can do is lay there in a heap on his porch. She goes back into the cabin as he tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans and zips up. Leaves him sitting there likewhat the fuck just happened. Is it okay because he doesn’t remember what Sheila’s blowjobs were like? Because Lily is well past legal age? Does it make it alright because her mouth is the hottest, sweetest, that he’s ever known? He should follow her. Return the favor. Eat her pussy until she’s mindless. But Michael stays exactly where he is. Like Samson after Delilah cut his hair, he’s drained of any and all strength. His every sense is full of Lily. Her scent and her touch and the vision of her swallowing his cum. Goddamn. It’s not he’s like a stranger to blowjobs, but hers...hers destroys him.

He thunks his head against the porch rail a couple more times like that’ll knock some sense into it. But there’s no replacing what Lily took so easily. And not just because she deep-throats like a champ.Christ,the way she looks at him. That mix of wonder and wiles. Like he’s a god and her man and next time it’ll be him on his knees.

He’ll bet anything she’s upstairs right now finishing herself off. She was so close just from blowing him. He could smell it on her. That ripe musk of someone right on the edge and ready to go over it. If his dick were a beast it would howl at the injustice of not being involved.

You’re too involved already.After barely a day of knowing her. He’s knownofher. Just through the grapevine. For the first few years, friends and enemies alike reveled in giving him updates about what his diva ex was up to. The big society wedding. The bouncing baby girl. But Lily all grown up, a person in her own right, is a totally different thing. A beautiful thing. A beautiful woman.

She’s too young for him by normal standards. By industry standards, she’s too old. Fucking hilarious. Maybe this is Pike’s idea of a joke. Shoving them at each other like a Ninja Turtle and a Barbie and going “Kiss!” Christ. He rubs at his face and tacks on a few more swear words. Might as well earn the knuckle rap from Sister Mary Agnes at Sunday school.

It doesn’t make much sense beyond the physical. What red-blooded straight man wouldn’t want a gorgeous girl sucking them off? That and a cold beer is practically the American Dream. But there’s something else here, too. Like a half-written song and an unfinished album. Something Michael wants to see through to its completion. Whatever that might be. Whatever Lily has in mind.

He stands up on unsteady legs, still fuck-struck. Hard again. Which hasn’t happened without his little blue friend in a long-ass time. But just the thought of her writhing on the bed, fingers deep in sweetness, is enough to get him going again. The Mick Lange of twenty or thirty years ago would’ve had his mouth on her already. The man he is now is at least attempting to be honorable. Being honorable sucks balls way, way, worse than Lily does.

He laughs wearily at his own terrible dad joke and heads back down to the studio. Music won’t change what just happened, but maybe it’ll drown out the memory of how she sounded moaning and whimpering around his dick. Maybe it’ll cool this wild need to take her and have her and make her his.

And maybe I’ll sprout wings and fly.

Five

Lily’s not surprisedto find Michael AWOL when she gets back from brushing his cum off her teeth. He’s hiding from her. Maybe taking a cold shower. She’s tempted to go back to her room and get off again. And again. Because taking that chance with him, it wasn’t enough. And her vibrator wasn’t enough. She already wants more.

Her cell buzzes in her pocket. A reminder that she needs to send her bestie proof of life. Sabrina’s obsessed with murder podcasts and convinced Mick Lange has gone recluse “so he can chop you up and cannibalize you and feed what’s left to his pigs.”All good, he doesn’t have pigs lol, she thumbs out, adding three pig emoji for emphasis.

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