Page 46 of Wild Pucker

I prowl towards her. My hands find the edge of her shirt and lift to reveal her flat stomach, then the swell of her breasts, before removing it entirely. Next goes her bra, and the second her breasts are free for my eyes to feast on, nipples hard and dusky pink, I groan.

"You are so fucking perfect, Lily, that you make my mouth water."

"They're just boobs," she rolls her eyes. "And they're not big or perfectly symmetrical like the ones you and Luke used to look at up in the treehouse."

"They're perfect," I say and take one in my hand, kneading it gently while I take the other with my mouth. Lily sucks in a breath and arches her back. She offers herself up to me, and I greedily take it all. I can taste the salt of her skin and smell that faint scent of coconut she somehow embodies. It drives me wild.

I lathe my tongue down, down, down, between the valley of her breast to her belly button. Then I'm yanking down her pants and throwing those to the floor to join her shirt. Pressing a smile on her pubic bone, I can't stop my grin when I see her underwear. They have the Northmen logo on the front and my number, eight, in the top corner. I would bet my left nut my name is printed across her ass.

"See something you like?" Lily teases, watching me stare at her panties. I growl and press a kiss low on her stomach.

"I like seeing my name on your ass."

"It was either you or Drake, but they didn't have his pair in my size."

I growl again, nipping her hip before catching the top of the material with my teeth. I slowly pull her panties off, inch by aching inch, watching her strain, lift, and arch towards me as I descend. Trailing my fingers down her silken legs as I go, I taunt and tease with every touch.

When I'm finished, I sit up and look at my handiwork. Lily's wearing nothing but a smile, lying back naked on my bed. It's the best fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. She props herself up on her elbows and grins back at me.

"My turn to undress you," she says cheekily, getting up off the bed and prowling towards me. She reaches for my belt and I take a step back to unbuckle it myself. But Lily reaches for me again, stopping me. "I want to do it."

I stare at her and swallow. How can I tell her I don't like being undressed when she looks so eager? I definitely don't want to explain why I don't let women take off my clothes or why I rarely let women touch me during sex. I'm a pro at fucking, but I like being in control. I choose when and where a woman's hands can go on my body, and I prefer to have them pinned above their head or restrained.

I'm going to fuck this up.

"Okay," I say and drop my hands to my sides. I try to relax, but as soon as Lily's hands touch my belt buckle, I tense and grit my teeth. She must not notice because she slides the belt from the loops of my jeans before throwing it to the floor. The thunk of it hitting my rug forces me to clench my fists at my sides.

I try and fail not to think of manicured nails, long and red, scratching down my chest and a husky voice purring in satisfaction when they wrap around my cock for the first time. I couldn't stop myself from liking it, from enjoying the way she stroked me and coming after the third pull.

And then, after she left, I got sick.

She left my bedroom and slipped back into my dad’s, while I ran into the bathroom and puked my guts out. But I didn't stop her the next night or the one after that. And I didn't stop her when she put her mouth on me. I didn't stop it when she climbed on top of me and rode me, hands and nails pressing into my chest that barely even had hair on it yet. I didn't stop it because it felt good. It felt good to be fucked, and it felt good to hurt my dad, even if he didn't know it was happening.

"What's wrong?" Lily's voice shocks me back into the present. Her forehead creased in confusion as she stares at me, waiting for an answer, hands at her sides. I have no idea when she stopped touching me, but my shirt is open, all the buttons undone. "Did I do something wrong?"

Hurt flashes across her face as she backs away a step. Even though most of my clothes are still on, I'm the one who feels naked as I swallow and say, "I need to tell you something."

14

Truth Hurts

Lily

Something's not right.

I'm standing completely naked in front of Chase, one hundred percent turned on and ready for sex. He looks like he's going to be sick. I must be doing something wrong. Maybe Chase is used to women just ripping off his clothes or doing something sexier, but I don't know how to be that kind of sexy, and it's clearly making him miserable.

I've never seen him this tense before. Every muscle in his body is clenched. I'm unsure of what to do because whatever I'm doing is clearly not right. The more I touch him, the worse it gets, and I'm beginning to doubt everything about myself.

"What's wrong?" I ask, stepping back. I've never felt so naked in my life, and it's not because all my clothes are on the floor. "Did I do something wrong?"

Chase swallows hard. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay," I say hesitantly and glance around for something to cover myself with. I spot a hoodie draped over a chair and slip it on. It's massive on me and reaches my knees, but it's better than standing naked in Chase's bedroom feeling awkward for a conversation I probably won't like. "If I'm doing something wrong, you can tell me. You can tell me anything, Chase."

"It's not you, Lily," he sighs, running a hand through his hair, mussing it. Something like pain etches his face, and all I want to do is fix whatever is broken. "It's me. There's nothing wrong with you. I… ” he pauses as if looking for the right words. "I don't like to be touched sometimes."

I just stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to elaborate, but he stays silent.

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