Page 49 of Wild Pucker

A thrill of pure pleasure rockets through me at what her words imply.

"Are you saying I'm your boyfriend? Have I won you already after one date? What will all of Samuel's fans say?"

A flash of regret flashes over her face, and I kick myself for mentioning the ridiculous contest Holly and Avery dreamed up to drum up sponsorships and business.

"I can't get out of it." She frowns, blowing out a breath like a deflating balloon. "I already asked if I could. Holly and Avery are on the hook for several sponsorships, and the charities are counting on the money."

"I know," I say, not liking it one bit but understanding it, nevertheless.

"But, I need to tell Sam. I don't care what the contract says. I'm not going to string him along and play with his emotions like that."

"Maybe let's not talk about him right now."

I kiss Lily again, silencing her as I plunder her mouth with mine. She matches my tongue stroke for stroke, but I know she's holding back. Her hands are at her sides as if she's unsure of what to do with them or if she should touch me at all.

"I don't want you to be afraid to touch me," I say, putting her hands back on my chest. "If I don't like something, I'll tell you. And the same goes for you. If I do something you don't enjoy, stop me."

"Okay."

I kiss my way down her neck, but the damned hoodie is in my way. I grab it, lifting her arms as I go, before tossing it behind us. Finally, we're both blissfully naked, and I'm walking her back to the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I lose my balance and we crash together. Lily lands on top of me, and I can't help my body's immediate response. I go ridged, and Lily scrambles off me.

"I'm sorry," she says automatically like she's done something wrong when she hasn't.

"I'm fine," I grit out, and it comes out harder than I mean it to. She looks at me for a long moment, biting that damned lip again.

"Chase, we don't have to have sex tonight."

"I want to," I bark out. "I just prefer being on top and in control."

Silence fills the room, heavy and loud with my unspoken words.I can't stand having a woman on top of me because it makes me sick.

You were raped. Lily's words echo in my mind again and again. I don't want it to make me feel like less of a man, but it does.

"Can we try something?" Lily asks, her voice calm and soft. I nod. "Lay down."

I do as I'm told and lie back, naked and hard, and just stare back at Lily. Tentatively, and never breaking eye contact, she puts her hands on my chest again. She runs her fingers through the hair there, careful not to use her nails, and then moves lower, over my abs, and then lower still. By the time she reaches my happy trail, I tense, and she stops before moving back up. She continues her soft, easy ministrations until I relax.

"Show me how you like to be touched, Chase." Her eyes motion downward, and she blushes as if she's the embarrassed one. I move to grip my cock in my hand, but Lily stops me, placing her hands in mine, giving me all the control, yet again. "Showmehow you like to be touched."

I take her hand in mine and wrap it around my cock. She doesn't exert any pressure and lets me control how hard she squeezes and how she moves. I take her fingers and guide them over me how I like until I find a pressure and rhythm that makes me groan in pleasure. The entire time, she looks straight into my eyes, never once letting her gaze fall to where our hands are working magic on my dick. Together. My breath hitches as the nerve endings in my spine begin to tingle. I grip her hand tighter until my balls go tight, and I come in hot spurts all over her hand and my stomach.

Holy fuck. That was hot.

Lily grabs a Kleenex from my bedside table and carefully cleans us. I watch and wait patiently for her to finish so I can return the favour. But instead of letting me touch her, she quickly leans over me, switches off the lamp and grabs the satin comforter, pulling it over us.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep, Chase. We're even now." I choke out a laugh at her words, but I don't move to try and change her mind. I know when I'm bested. Lily rolls closer to me, tentatively curving her body into mine before laying her head in the crook of my arm and her hand lightly on my chest.

"Is this okay?" she asks with a yawn. I've never slept with a woman before. In the literal sense, that is. My bed has always been my own, and I preferred it that way. But with Lily's body curled into mine, her soft curves to my rough edges, I can't stop the feeling of contentment that washes over me.

"Perfect," I whisper onto her hair. "It's perfect."

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We Need to Talk

Lily

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