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“You want this, Lily?”
“Yes, now.”
He pulls my jeans past my buttocks and grips my bare cheeks in his hands.
“Fucking hell, Lily. You’re perfect.”
I put my hands against the wall to steady myself as he wraps one arm around the front of me, keeping me in place. He eases apart my dripping folds with his fingers and nibbles my ear, murmuring, “You weren’t lying.”
He presses up against my back and slots his cock against my opening, groaning as he prepares to plunge inside me. I have no hesitation as he slowly and carefully pushes into me, all the way, my body swallowing his.
He keeps that one arm wrapped around me, holding me steady while placing his free hand over mine, our fingers entwined.
“You ready?” he growls, kissing my nape.
“Don’t make me scream.”
“Too late.”
He fucks me with tender strokes to begin with, then as he’s reassured that I’m wet enough and relaxed, he fucks me harder and I have to bite my lip. The sound of him plunging into me over and over echoes around the tiny room in a disturbing, loud fashion.
“Afraid to scream?” he murmurs in my ear, his groin sweaty against my rear.
He clings onto me as he pounds my pussy hard and when I feel like my breasts weigh a hundred pounds each, he tickles my clit with one finger and I turn my head to bite into his arm next to me, my cries muffled as I quiver around his cock. Once I’ve stopped biting him, he wraps both arms fiercely around my body and powers home, groaning against my ear as he comes, the sensation making me contract around him, all over again.
He slips from me and buries his face in my neck. “Do you always bite your partners?”
“No. And by the way, it was so that they wouldn’t hear.”
“Come on, Lil. They’ll be in orgy mode out there already.”
“Ugh, gross.”
He laughs and squeezes me. I turn and let my bare chest press against him. He holds my face and kisses me softly.
“Come back to mine,” I whisper, my flat empty… lonely. Chloe was right.
“Okay.” The expression on his face tells me he knew this would happen one day, that it was inevitable.
“We’ll sneak out. Nobody will know.”
His face falls and it’s the reminder – this isn’t the perfect union after all.
Still, he helps me get dressed and we leave out of the back door. Even if we only have tonight, maybe it’s better than nothing.
The walk home was awkward. I realised as we got halfway down the street from Chloe’s that I’d left my coat, and with it, my phone and keys. I had to sneak back into the house and get it without people noticing. Thankfully it was beginning to look exceedingly bacchanal and I got in and out while Paul waited for me up the street, hidden behind a wall. A little bit embarrassing, to say the least. I don’t think me being with Ian is even the problem – it’s that we’ve been friends for thirteen years and it’s weird. What would everyone else think? Would they worry that us being a couple might cause problems? Maybe this is the real reason why we didn’t get together all those years ago, before he went abroad. Have we both ignored this because of the wider implications?
Oh, for god’s sake. Listen to me getting all serious. As if this will ever be a thing, this attraction between us – he’s not into monogamy, end of. It’s plain to see.
Paul walks up behind me in the living room of my poky flat, hands on my upper arms, breath in my hair.
“So,” he says, “what shall we do?”
He wraps his arms around my midriff and I wish with every fibre of my being that I was the kind of girl who could fall back against him, let him carry me to bed and help me forget all my worries.
“I’m going to freshen up. Why don’t you make us a cup of tea?”
“Yeah, sure.”
