Lily of the Valley (12 page)

“We could stay in,” she replies. “Unless you don’t-”

I stop her there. “Oh, I do. I certainly do.” That is all I want right now and I bring her back to my room.

Lily sits on my bed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. I can feel the anxiety emanating from her. She opens her mouth a few times to say something, but reconsiders and shuts it again each time. Her eyes move over my crotch and I realize she wants to request something, but is afraid to ask me.

“Princess, there is nothing you can say that will shock me – and there is nothing I would not do with that sweet cunt.”

She sighs and admits that she’s not sure what she wants. Hell, it’s her birthday; I have several ideas. “How about you let me surprise you?”

Since she’s up for it, I open my drawer and debate. I know I want her. I want to own her. Not in a patriarchal controlling way, but I want her at my mercy. I want to make her mine and make every nerve ending succumb to my desire. It’s not always my way sexually, but the idea of having her give in to me entirely, of letting me dictate her pleasure, gets me so hot that I almost come before I even move.

I take out handcuffs and a scarf, along with my favorite – a ball gag I’ve never used with anyone. I love the idea of having the sounds of her pleasure stifled so that only I know how much she enjoys it. Like it’s our dirty little secret.

I turn around, the toys in hand, and Lily’s eyes grow wide. She lets out a deep sigh and uncrosses her legs again, showing her agreement. I run my hands along her arms before flipping her over and cuffing her to the bed. Once the gag is in place, I tease her by dancing my fingertips down her back and ass.

“I’m going to enjoy making you scream and being the only one who knows how much you like it,” I whisper in her ear. I slide the teeny tiny skirt up to her waist and I’m greeted by her soft naked ass and cunt. “No panties. Oh Christ, you are amazing.” This girl is surprising; I would never have guessed she was the type to be this willing.

After she’s blindfolded, I slip my fingers into her. She bucks wildly under my touch and the soaking pleasure spills down my wrist, onto the bed. She comes with just my fingers inside her and I’m not even trying. Holy hell, she blows my mind. I both love her and want to do things to her that are so dirty that I feel slightly guilty for even picturing them. I rest my body against hers and touch her cunt just slightly with my cock. Nibbling her earlobe, I pause, and then force myself all the way into her while she jerks upward against me.

“Scream for me, baby,” I tell her and it’s awesome, because she can’t. I can tell she wants to and she’s fighting the handcuffs and gag. “You have the wettest, hottest pussy I have ever had. You’re all mine, you little slut.”

Maybe I shouldn’t talk to her like this, but she tightens around my cock even more when I do. Although she’s jerking all around, it’s not out of pain or agony. I can’t believe how much she’s getting into this. I had this idea of her being so innocent, so pure, yet she is wilder than any girl I’ve ever met.

“Come for me,” I beg and slap her hard on the ass. She meets my thrusts and I don’t know how long I can hold on. I try to think about anything else, anything to keep this from ending. I hold her down against the mattress, pushing on her shoulder with my palm. I feel her orgasm several times, her body making the tiniest shudders underneath me. She’s almost in tears, but her hips are not stopping. Eventually, it’s just impossible to ignore how good she feels. I close my eyes and forget everything but the feeling of sliding in and out of her. I don’t think I will ever feel this good again.

I pull out and come across her ass, collapsing against her and reaching up to uncuff her. When she’s free, she rolls over and I run my hands along her body before taking off the blindfold. As soon as I see her eyes, I’m ready to go. She looks so sweet with her wet eyes, both nervous and yet desperate for more.

I stroke myself until I’m hard enough and then I take out the gag. I want to feel those lips on me. She takes so much of me down her throat and I could easily come like this. Holding her down, I fuck her mouth. She moans as her tongue swirls around my cock and I love it, but I want to hear her scream my name so I break free of the insane pleasure of her lips.

Lifting her legs up, I watch her face as I enter her. She gasps as I slide all the way in, and her eyes are on fire. I kiss her neck and chest and feel her body twitching. I love how easily I can make her come; it feels like I finally do something right.

“Say my name,” I plead.

She screams it, a loud, guttural scream, and we fuck like there’s nothing but each other. She’s not even moving anymore. Her body is shaking under me and her mouth is quivering. I want to bite down on her lip, to be fully in control of her, and to be able to fuck her endlessly. Sooner or later, though, I have to come, and I do. I clean myself off and turn back to her on the bed.

Something changes in her expression. We just had the best sex of my life, and obviously of hers, but she closes herself off to me as I look at her. I don’t know what’s going through her head, but it reminds me of what this is. I’m the kind of guy girls like her fuck when they want to be “bad,” but I’m not a person to her. She will never care about me. Her eyes are wary and I try to pretend it doesn’t bother me.

“Princess, I’m exhausted. Are you planning to stay the night?” I ask, trying to hold back any emotion.

Although there is nothing I want more than to hold her right now, she looks like she wants to run away. She’s probably regretting what just happened, which makes me regret it. I thought we were having fun. I thought she liked it. I mean, she
definitely
liked it, but I hate seeing the guilt in her eyes now that it’s done. She’ll despise me in the morning.

She says nothing, so I try again. “You can stay if you want, although I do have to work early in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’m going out for dinner with my parents,” she replies, as if that is relevant or even an answer. I don’t know how to respond and she adds, “I should probably not be… distracted tomorrow.”

I move back to her, tentatively, and run my hands across her thighs. I don’t want this to end yet. I press down on her clit with my thumb, just to remind her that her body is completely okay with what we’ve done these past two nights, and to convince her that she wants more. She lets out a soft moan and bites her lip.

“When you get back tomorrow night, come over. I have a distraction in mind that I think you will love,” I say.

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to pull off what I’m thinking and I have no idea if she’ll go for it, but I need to give her something to look forward to, some reason to come back.

“Really? Something like tonight?”

“Better. Just for your birthday. Real princess treatment.”

I feel her grow wet again under my thumb, but she doesn’t try to do anything about it. I tease her some more and I love how her face betrays her attempt at being cool.

“I don’t want to go,” she complains and I move quicker over her clit. Perfect. I have her just where I want her.

“Good. I want you desperate tomorrow.”

I leave her like that and toss her clothes toward her. She’ll definitely be back and I watch her leave, questioning. She wants more, I know it, but I want to leave her wanting. This way, she won’t disappear.

As soon as she’s gone, I text Alana and tell her I need her to come up the next day after I get out of work. She promises she will and I consider telling her why, but figure it’ll be easier to convince her in person. Once that’s done, I put the phone down and lie back on my bed, still smelling Lily’s scent on my pillows and sheets.

Chapter 11

Alana meets me at work, so we go out to her car to talk after my shift’s over. I don’t how to express what I want from her, what I need her to do, or why I need it. I spent all day agonizing about it, but now, sitting in her car with the heat on way too fucking high and her smoking nonstop and flicking ash against the vent so I keep breathing it in, I realize there is no way to do this tactfully.

“I’ve had a crazy couple days,” I tell her.

“Yeah?” She doesn’t look at me, staring out over the empty parking lot. I don’t get it. Last time we talked, things were okay. Her moods drive me insane.

“I talked to her,” I say

She flicks the cigarette again, but I’m prepared this time and I don’t breathe in for a second.

“Actually, well…” I don’t know what to say. It feels wrong
somehow to announce that I fucked Lily, although let’s be honest. That’s what it was. We didn’t have a romantic outing. There was no date that ended in an innocent kiss with the promise of more. I fucked her like I wanted and it was amazing, but there has been nothing discussed. I’m here to ask my best friend and the girl I’ve been fucking for years to join us, and yet I’m acting like a nervous prepubescent boy before a junior high dance.

“Did you fuck her?” Alana gets right to the point.

I nod.

“Was she any good?”

I don’t want to discuss this. I don’t want to tell Alana that, in two nights, I experienced more than in all the years I have known her. I don’t want to minimize the something else that gnaws at me when I look at Lily. So I just nod again, like a fucking idiot.

“And?”

“Well, it’s her birthday. And she’s interested in experimenting. So I thought…”

Alana laughs and stabs out her cigarette. “You want me to have a threesome with you and your little princess?”

“Are you mad?” I ask.

“Hell no. Sounds fun. But I promise you, she is never going to go for it. I’m sure she’s had fun sleeping with the bad boy, knowing she’s being rebellious, but that isn’t the same. Girls like that? They don’t do kinky.”

I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to tell her about the gag and the handcuffs, about how wet Lily got just by looking at them in my hand. There’s a weird jealousy in Alana, but it’s not about me. I don’t know if that comforts me or bothers me more. Something in her wants to hate Lily, but it’s for a reason I just can’t pinpoint. I thought she’d be heartbroken that I’m moving on, but she doesn’t even seem to care.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” I ask again.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about Dave. I love you, Jack. I always will. But sometimes, I wonder if that will ever be enough for either of us. Maybe I should have tried harder with him.”

“He didn’t try, either, you know.”

“It wasn’t worth trying. I was all about you. He knew it and I knew it. Only you didn’t know it,” she says.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m starting to deal. At the end of it all, I just want you to be okay. But I won’t pretend that I don’t have serious doubts this little rich girl will be anything but another trigger.”

“Maybe she’ll surprise you,” I suggest.

“Yeah, maybe.”

****

I probably should have asked Lily how she’d feel about this, but I want to give her what she wants. I know she looks at me as some kind of sexual experiment, so I figure the least I can do is test the limits of that. There’s nothing else I can offer her, and nothing else that she would want, but if I can keep her sexually drawn to me, at least I’ll have something.

She shows up wearing the tightest pants she could probably fit in and a shirt that showcases her gorgeous tits. I’m immediately hard just looking at her. Alana is sitting on my bed and she raises an eyebrow when Lily comes in the room. I smile at Lily, but her face falls when she sees Alana.

“It looks like you already have company,” she says.

“This is Alana. Alana, this is the princess.”

Alana laughs, doubtful, and challenges Lily immediately. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and I feel protective of Lily, who’s staring at Alana and clutching her purse to her chest; the poor girl looks terrified. I know Alana is gorgeous, but I get the impression that Lily has no idea how beautiful she is herself. I move closer to Lily and smile, trying to put her at ease.

“Our little princess is not so innocent when you get her going,” I tell Alana. “Are you?”

Lily stiffens at the question, but her face grows determined. She’s not going to let Alana intimidate her.

“Lily,” she introduces herself. “I have a name.”

When she turns back to me and glares, it’s both adorable and sexy as hell. I wish I could understand what goes on in my head when I look at this girl, but I don’t even care. All I know is I will never have enough of her.

Alana runs her eyes over Lily’s body. “Listen, sweetie, you’re cute, but I think Jack misunderstands you. All apologies.”

Lily turns around and locks my door, dropping her purse onto the floor. She flashes me a smile and runs a hand through her hair. “Misunderstands what? Why does everyone think I’m such a good girl?”

“I don’t think you are anymore,” I tell her. “I think you are one very, very naughty girl in fact.”

Alana’s still doubtful, but Lily’s not going anywhere. I move to Lily’s side and spank her hard on the ass. She cries out and then follows the cry with a soft whimper. The sound puts me on edge and I feel like I am going to die if something doesn’t happen soon.

“Go ahead, Alana,” I tell her.

This is every guy’s fantasy, although it isn’t really new for me. I’ve seen her with other girls and other guys, but when she kisses Lily, it’s like nothing else I have known. I’m both turned on and jealous as hell. I want to be the one Lily’s lips touch, but I can’t deny that my cock doesn’t mind me watching. Lily takes Alana’s breasts in her hands, cupping them and brushing her fingers against the nipples tentatively. Her eyes are wide and she seems almost oblivious to the fact that Alana is undressing her.

“Does that turn you on?” I ask. “Touching her like that?”

It turns
me
on and as Lily and Alana’s breasts touch, I collapse into the chair behind me. Lily looks at me, pride and pleasure and a little longing in her eyes, and I can’t get my cock out fast enough. I almost come when Lily says, “Someone needs to fuck me.”

They’re both naked and I direct them to the bed. I can barely speak, but this is about Lily, not me. I slow my hand, although it’s futile to think that I’m not going to come hard very soon. Alana warns me to stop, which is impossible. I watch her slip her fingers into Lily’s pussy, and the sudden sound of shock and ecstasy that bursts from Lily’s lips makes me bite down on my own lip, hoping to hang on.