Lily and the Beast (Lily and the Beast #1) (5 page)

Afraid this might be the only time he let me examine him freely (especially given that he seemed to have a thing for tying me up), I continued up over the massive bunch of his shoulders to the strong cords of his neck, surprised to meet thick hair coiling there.  Aidan’s hair was long and wild, and my fingers tangled in it.  What color was it?  I wondered, as I combed through it, trying to work out the knots.   

“I didn’t ask you to play hairdresser,” he snapped, and I pulled my hands free.

“Sorry.”  I felt along the line of his bristly, unshaven jaw, barely brushing the corner of his mouth when he reached up and yanked my hands away.

“Never touch my face.”  His voice held an anger I couldn’t understand, and I shrank away from it.

“I’m sorry!”  I twisted to get away from that fury, but he held me fast, his voice softening. 

“It’s alright, I should’ve told you.”  He returned my hands to his thighs and let go of me.  “You can touch me anywhere else, but not my face.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Of course, because you said so.”  Behind the blindfold, my eyes rolled out of habit.

“You don’t like doing things because I said so?”  He didn’t sound angry anymore, so I risked lightening his mood.

My hands pressed together on his knee as I lowered my head in a deep bow.  “Of course I do, master.  I live to serve.”

“Cute,” he snorted.  “Less talking, more touching.  Or should I put that pretty mouth of yours to better use?”

I figured I had one shot at showing him how useful I could be with my hands free.  If I could give Aidan pleasure without him having to tie me up or hurt me, I counted myself as ahead of the game.  He was rude and demanding half the time, but he also hadn’t forced me into anything I wasn’t ready for yet.  That told me he was capable of being a decent guy, contract or no contract. 

With that in mind, I smoothed my hands back up his thighs again, dipping my fingers into the waist of his jeans until I found the button and opened them.  The zipper came next, and as I spread open the soft denim, my nails grazed over the thick cock straining against his briefs. 
Ho-ly-shit…
  Had I said I’d just picture Michael sitting in front of me?  Michael had never packed anything like that in his Calvins.  I’d never been one to look for a mega-dick, but
goddamn
, his was impressive. 

Stroking along the length, I found the heavy ridge and ran my fingers over the tip, gratified to get a groan of approval from him.  Growing bolder, I tugged his underwear down until his cock sprang free, bobbing against my hand.  His hips shifted at once as he helped me push the jeans down, and I leaned back to help him tug them off completely.  As he settled back again, I ran my hands over his body, leaning close so that his cock nestled snugly between my breasts. 

I was already starting to get a picture of him in my mind, despite the blindfold.  His body was finely sculpted, it was easy enough to tell it was sexy as hell without having to see him.  But what color was his skin?  Pale and flawless?  Tanned and freckled by the sun?  Did he have any tattoos?  The gentle probe of my fingers didn’t give me a clue. 

What color was his tangle of hair and raspy beard?  Was it blonde like a Viking or brown like a barbarian?  What color were his eyes?  Dark to go with his moods or gray like the sea before a storm?  I could only hope to find out if I pleased him well enough, and with that in mind, my hands returned to his cock, already hard and wet from the fat drop of pre-cum at the tip. 

My thumb swirled over the thick vein that bulged under the head, making slow circles before I wrapped my entire hand around it and gave it a slow, tight pump.  Aidan’s hips bucked, and a low, ragged moan escaped his lips, sending a rush of heat between my legs.  I pressed my thighs together and pumped my hand up and down, eager to hear that sound again.  His breath quickened, more wetness seeping from the tip.  It gave me enough freedom to try a swirling stroke, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough lubrication to get the job done. 

Leaning down, I gave the tip an experimental lick and from his sharp intake of breath, I thought maybe he’d had his eyes closed and I’d surprised him.  My tongue darted out again, tracing around the fat ridge of the head before I lapped over the sensitive skin underneath, rubbing gently.  I liked the taste of him, kind of salty and sweet at the same time.  Wrapping my hand firmly around the base of his cock, I took him in about half way, going slow, feeling every ridge and vein beneath my lips.  The need to please him grew stronger as I felt his fingers sink into my hair. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groaned, slumping lower in the chair, which sent his cock another half inch into my mouth.  Taking my cues from his moans and the sharp pulls against my hair, I took him deeper with each stroke, letting him slide along the roof of my mouth.  Nudging deeper, and deeper, I relaxed my throat, but I still couldn’t take his entire length.  Instead, my hand stroked up to meet my mouth, moving faster now, my head twisting while I swirled my tongue from side to side. 

I was wet and throbbing down below, utterly turned on by the sound of his harsh breaths coming faster and faster, and each time he groaned was like a stab of delight right to my sopping pussy.  In the worst way I wanted to touch myself as I sucked his cock, and take away the heavy ache, but I was supposed to be demonstrating my magic fingers to him, not myself.  Instead, I cupped his balls, gently massaging them in time with my movements, until I nudged my way past them to stroke the band of skin behind them.  Aidan’s legs stretched wider, his moans deepening, letting me know how much he liked that.  Encouraged, I probed farther, finger circling the puckered ridge of muscle, pressing gently with every stroke.

I’m not sure how I knew it, but his hand on my jaw let me know he was close.  Ordinarily, I’d be bracing myself, ready to avoid that stream, but I was so into it, I wanted him to come so badly – I
needed
him to – that I only stepped up my efforts.  I bobbed harder and faster, my lips tight with extra friction until he erupted, shooting down the back of my throat.  I instantly slowed, tongue stroking as he pulsed again and again, past my tonsils so that I barely tasted the sticky cum as I swallowed reflexively. 

Careful with my teeth, I pulled back, swiping at the corner of my mouth. “How was that?  Did I pass?”

~~~

Did she pass?  Was she fucking kidding?  Hadn’t she just felt his cum slide down her throat?  Aidan spent a good thirty seconds trying to get his shit together before he could answer her, grateful for the blindfold.  His cock still throbbed in time with his heart, bobbing in her direction as though it craved her touch.  It had the right idea, Aidan craved it too, but he forced a few deep breaths before he did something stupid and gave up the power in the relationship. 

“It was decent enough to get the job done, but we’ll have to work on your technique,” he said finally. 

“Oh.”  Her shoulders bowed in disappointment.  “I thought you liked it.”

“I came, didn’t I?”  What did she fucking want, a goddamn medal?   He grabbed a couple of tissues and held them to her face.  “Here, clean yourself up.” 

Lily took the tissues and spent a few minutes swabbing off, her face clouded with doubt, while Aidan drank thirstily from his tumbler of scotch.  Fuck, that girl had a golden mouth, her tongue a thing of magic.  He could’ve spent hours inside it, getting to know its secrets.  And when she’d fingered his asshole?   It’d been enough to push him over the edge, literally.  He’d come so hard he was sure he’d shoot a hole right through the back of her head, but she’d swallowed like a pro.  So much for little miss innocent. 

Now that she was done, she sank back on her heels, perfectly calm and collected, to wait patiently for his next order – the very picture of perfect submission.  How had he gotten so lucky?  Suddenly, he wanted to damage her calm in the worst way.  Scooting forward, he stood up and hauled her up to take his place on the chair. 

“My turn.”

“Your turn?” she gulped, nerves returning in an instant.  Good, he liked her off balance. 

“Fair is fair,” he grinned, urging her to lean back against the plush leather, but her knees stayed pressed tightly together. 

“You don’t have to…”

“Oh, but I want to,” he insisted, gently prying them apart to kneel before her.  “And I can tell you want me to.  I can smell your arousal from here.  Just lie back and relax.”  Her shoulders slumped back, but her hands still gripped the armrests tightly, her nerves strung tight as a drum.  His voice dropped to a purr, fingers stroking up the inside of her thigh.  “Tell me you’re not wet for me already.”

Lily squirmed, clearly embarrassed by the turn of events.  What’d happened to the minx who sucked his cock like a champ?  “Ah, I’m…”

He shoved aside the scrap of lace, delighted to find her glistening and ready for him.  Aidan hadn’t intended to damage the delicate lingerie, not with how smoking hot she looked in it, but suddenly he needed to see every goddamn inch of her. In one sharp movement, he tore the panties into shreds, tossing the offending bit of material out of the way, drinking in her sharp gasp of surprise. 

His fingers stroked the length of her moist slit, reveling in the velvety texture.  “So fucking wet,” he murmured, coating the tips of his fingers in her juices.  Her hips shifted at the touch, but her hands still kept the death grip on the chair.  Aidan stroked higher, circling the tiny nub, but not actually touching it.  “Don’t you want to come?”

“I…”  Lily licked her lips, breath coming faster, but she couldn’t bring herself to say what she wanted.  It didn’t matter.  If he’d had any doubts that she wanted him, they’d disappeared at the way her pussy dripped with desire. 

“I think you do,” he rumbled, pushing her legs farther apart to get a better view.  She didn’t fight him, one leg hooking over the arm of the chair.  “I think you want to come so bad it aches.”  His fingers teased the edge of her lips, making a slow circuit, up to swirl around her clit and then back again.  “Do you ache to feel me inside you, Lily?”

“Yes,” she panted, her head falling to one side as though she didn’t want him to look at her face.  Aidan rewarded her by sliding a thick finger inside, coating it liberally with her juices.  She instantly clamped her pussy muscles around him and he groaned, his cock twitching against his leg. 

“Is this what you wanted?”  It sure as fuck was where his cock wanted to be.

“Yes… no…”  Her head whipped to the other side as he stroked her deep inside.

“No?”  He started to withdraw and she whimpered. 

“Yes, but…”

“But what?  You want more?”  Aidan slid two fingers inside her, stretching her channel gently as he curved them around and stroked upwards in a
come here
gesture. 

“Yes!”

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled, finding her sweet spot, the cluster of nerve endings that turned a woman into a quivering mess. 

“Yes…” she mewled, legs stretching wider, giving herself to him fully.  It was a beautiful sight, her cheeks flushed, chest rising fast, hair in a tumble around her shoulders.

“It’s okay to be greedy, Lily,” he said, stroking her cheek with his free hand.  “And I’m here to give you what you need.”  Before she had a chance to realize what he was doing, Aidan’s head dipped and he buried his face between her thighs with a primal growl of possession.  His tongue lapped up the length of her cunt with one greedy lick before his mouth closed over her clit, lips curving as Lily screamed in pleasure.   

~~~

Holy fucking Jesus… I couldn’t catch my breath.  My body went from a comfortable hum of pleasure, to simmering just under a boil, to screaming for release once his tongue hit my pussy.  I’d never felt anything like it before.  Sure, I’d had guys go down on me before, and yeah, who doesn’t like that.  But Aidan fucking
owned
my pussy from the moment his lips touched me.  He took my clit hostage and didn’t let up, licking and sucking, rolling it between his lips in a nibble that danced on the edge between pleasure and pain – all the while his fingers pumped harder and faster, filling that aching need to be taken. 

My hands clamped on either side of his head, pulling at his long hair, desperate for him to slow down and let me recover, but Aidan punished me with his tongue, never letting up for a second.  All I could do was hold on for dear life while he pushed me closer and closer, until I couldn’t take it any more.  My entire body quaked as my muscles knew it was coming before I did, the added vibration adding to the rasp of his tongue and I broke apart. 

I rode his mouth like a cheap, fucking slut, bucking and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure racked through me.  A steady stream of obscenities fell out of my mouth as I pressed him harder into my clit, desperate to keep it coming, and the way his deep laughter reverberated through me made my eyes roll up with indescribable ecstasy.  I think I might’ve said his name somewhere in the middle of it, but I couldn’t be sure.  Fuck, I could’ve been speaking in tongues, I completely lost my shit. 

Just when it was starting to ebb, he arched those fingers again, and a new wave of spasms started deep inside me.  By this time, I wasn’t able to produce more than a whimper, even as my body clenched around his fingers.  Finally, I collapsed back against the chair, breathing hard.  “Fuck…” I whispered.

“Apparently,” he chuckled, straightening between my legs. 

More than anything, I wanted to tear off the blindfold and see his expression.  I wanted to see
him
, the man who’d given me such unbelievable satisfaction.  But I was too weak to move, my muscles all heavy and worn out from exertion. 

“I think you’re ready for the next step.”  His fingers retraced my opening, spreading my pussy lips wide, and my entire body lit up with anticipation.  Even though we’d just shared something so intimate, I felt a stab of fear, thinking he was ready to fuck, and I wasn’t sure I could take it, not now.  Not when my every nerve ending was still on fire. 

“Shh, relax, peaches, not tonight.”  His warm laughter slid over me as he gave my clit a final rub and then withdrew with a gentle pat on my mound.  “Good girl.”

My muscles went slack with relief, half glad, half disappointed at the reprieve.  I tipped my head back, trying to get my breathing back under control.  But he was right, I was greedy.  “Just give me five minutes to recover, I’ll be good to go,” I said, anticipating another touch, but it never came.  That’s when I realized he wasn’t in the room any more.  Tearing off the blindfold, I wrapped my arms around my chest, taking in another shaky breath before I pulled my clothes on with lazy movements. 

I ignored Mrs. Fisk’s offer to serve me dinner in my bedroom, all I wanted to do was fall into a hot bath and think about what’d just happened.  The combination of heat and wet put me into a drowsy state, but it was still hard to fall asleep after what he’d done to me.