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“Drix, that feels so good,” I murmur as he grasps my arse with his free hand, squeezing, pumping me languidly with the other.
“You are the sexiest woman alive, Lia. I could fuck you until there’s nothing left in me to give, and then I’d fuck you all over again. Now stand there and take my fingers, let me hear you call my name,” he orders, pulling me closer, still pumping his fingers inside of me.
I can’t even utter a word, too overcome with sensation, my greedy pussy weeping for him, my clit desperate to be touched. He must sense my need, because he releases my arse, grips the material of my skirt with his free hand and tucks it into the waistband, pressing his thumb against my clit and rubbing against it. I’m already so turned on by giving him a blowjob and watching him release all over my chest, that the orgasm I’ve been teetering on the edge of detonates, and I cry out his name, jerking against his hand as I come.
Bliss spreads out from my core, leaving me weak-kneed, and I stumble into his arms as he pulls his fingers out of me and grasps my hips, holding me steady. My sticky chest is still covered in his cum, but he doesn’t seem to care. In fact, he swipes his lips over my skin, no doubt tasting the saltiness of his cum as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, dragging on it, his tongue licking, his teeth grazing over my nub. My core tightens, drawing out the last dregs of my orgasm.
“Drix,” I moan.
“I’m not finished with you yet. Sit on my cock, Lia,” he demands, shifting back slightly so that I can kneel on the bed on either side of his hips.
With my hands tied behind my back, I’m a little unsteady, but I needn’t worry as he supports me with one hand, whilst gripping his dick with the other. Slowly I position myself above him, feeling the head of his cock tease my entrance. Softness against slickness. Hardness against openness. Unable to hold on to him, he wraps his arm around my lower back as I slowly sink down onto his glorious cock, seating myself fully.
“You were made for me, Lia. You fit me so perfectly,” he says, taking my tied wrists in his hand, holding me steady as I adjust to him.
“You feel so right. Everything about you is so right,” I reply, my heart hammering against my ribcage as he pulls me tighter against him, taking all my weight. With him I feel both powerful and delicate, like a solitary flower in a field full of thorns, blossoming under his affection, his attention, his undeniable love.
Leaning down, I kiss his mouth, sliding my tongue between his parted lips as I begin to rock against him. Heat blooms deep inside my womb, my internal walls squeezing him tight. This time I don’t bounce up and down on his cock. No, I keep him clenched tight within me, savouring how deep he feels, how full I am.
My pussy hugs him tighter, my heart swells bigger, my happiness grows infinitely as we make love. Kissing, rocking, fucking, loving, we move as one, until I don’t know where he begins and I end. In this moment, here and now, there is only him and I. Two people brought together by circumstance, bound together by friendship, tied together by love.
Time stands still, this moment stretching on and on and on, until eventually his grip tightens on my wrists and his dick swells. I groan, my desire making us slick, my tongue plundering his mouth as I swallow the sounds of his release, mine following moments later.
TWENTY-NINE
DRIX
It’s New Year’s Eve, the morning of Robert’s and Melody’s wedding, and I’m waiting by the Rolls Royce for Robert and Sterling. The sun is shining in a cloudless blue sky, heralding new beginnings as the snow glistens beneath its rays. Or at least that’s how it feels as I stand in my smart black suit, waiting for the world to fucking end.
Tonight, after the wedding, I plan on telling Lia everything.
I can’t live with the secrets a moment longer.
She’ll know the truth about me, and I’m scared shitless.
I’ve spent every spare minute since Christmas with Lia and Toby, falling more deeply in love, and agonising over my decision to keep the truth from them both. Lia will hate me when I tell her, she will run, and I have no one to blame but myself. A better man than me would’ve been honest from the get go, and I hate myself from hiding the truth from her. There’s little I can do about it now other than be honest, and hope that by some miracle she chooses to stay.
“We’re a go,” comes the deep rumble of Baxter’s voice in my earpiece. “The roads are clear. We’re ready when you are.”
Just like I’ve planned, Baxter is waiting in another car at the gates of Robert’s home at the end of the half-mile long drive. He’s ready to guide us through town to Carl’s hotel where the wedding is being held. The guests are all waiting at the venue, the press have been thoroughly vetted and are in position. Every road leading into Princetown has been blocked with security checkpoints, questioning anyone trying to get in or out. Together, we’ve got shit locked down.
“Five minutes,” I reply, speaking into the mic attached to my earpiece as I glance at my watch.
“Roger that. Over and out,” he replies, laughing.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I ask him.
“Listen, it’s not everyday you get to fulfil your fantasies. I feel like James motherfucking Bond.”
“Baxter Bond doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. Sounds more like a pornstar name to me,” AJ interjects with a laugh. He too is connected to us through the earpiece; he waits at the hotel with Riley and Troy for our arrival.
“Tell you what, why don’t you both keep the lines clear and do your jobs,” I reply tetchily, feeling the strain.
“Yes, Boss,” they reply, clearing the line.
I shake my head, blowing out a tense breath just as Robert steps out of the front door, Sterling following behind him. In matching grey Savile Row suits, they very much ooze money and glamour. But, going by the look on their faces, things are still tense between them. Just goes to show that money doesn’t necessarily buy you happiness. Pulling open the passenger door, I wait for them to join me.
“You have the rings?” Robert asks Sterling as they approach.
