2. Lily

Chapter 2

Lily

O nce the door to my flat closes behind us, Jack's lips are on mine before I can even take a breath. It's like he's been starving for this moment but, honestly, so have I. His hands are already under my shirt, warm and firm against my skin. I moan into his mouth, feeling the heat spread from where he's touching me to every part of my body.

We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way. My top is the first to go, followed quickly by his t-shirt. His chest is just as gorgeous up close, all hard muscle and smooth skin, tanned from the summer sun. My fingers trail down his abs, making him groan.

"God, Lily," he mutters against my neck, kissing and nibbling his way down. His hands make quick work of my bra, and then his mouth is on my breasts, sucking and teasing until I'm gasping.

I tug at his belt impatiently, needing to feel more of him. He helps me out, kicking off his boots and shoving down his shorts until we're both standing there in just our underwear. The sight of him in those tight boxers is almost enough to make me come undone right then and there.

Jack lifts me up effortlessly and throws me onto the bed, climbing over me with a predatory grin. His fingers find their way into my knickers, sliding through the slick that's gathered at the entrance to my pussy.

"Fuck. You're so wet," he groans as he pushes a finger inside me before withdrawing and yanking my knickers off to chuck them on the floor.

I arch my back, silently begging for more. His touch is electric, every stroke sending sparks through me. Jack's mouth descends on me with a hunger that leaves me breathless. His tongue teases my clit, flicking and swirling until I grab the sheets in a desperate attempt to stop myself from coming so soon. I want more. I want this to last. I want to edge myself into oblivion and make him sweat with the effort of working for it.

"Jack," I pant, my voice shaking, unable to stop the desperate plea for him.

He looks up at me with those smouldering eyes, his lips glistening with my slick. He stands up to push his boxers down, revealing a cock that's as impressive as the rest of him—thick and hard and ready.

He climbs back onto the bed and thrusts his fingers inside my soaking wet pussy. I moan as he curls them just right, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. His thumb finds my clit and starts a steady rhythm that has me spiralling fast.

"More," I gasp, my hips bucking against him. "Need you."

The bed shifts as he adjusts his weight, looming over me. He places his lips on mine and parts them with his tongue. He forces me to taste myself, which makes this even more lustful than it already is. It's times like these that I wonder why we don't take this further, but he has never mentioned it, so I haven't either, not wanting to spoil a good thing.

His heat and hardness press against my clit, and he teases it with the tip, driving me wild. It's almost too much to bear. He slides it up and down my slicked-up pussy before pushing just the head inside.

"Oh God," I moan, pressing my hips upwards.

"Patience," he murmurs, though he doesn't sound particularly patient himself.

He settles himself over me, his muscular arms leveraging himself. I run my hands up his sexy forearms, staring into those wicked green eyes that show me the beast under the shy silence he exudes like a champ.

Finally, with a slow smile, he thrusts into me in one smooth move.

The sensation is overwhelming—he is way above average size, stretching and filling me perfectly. We both let out guttural moans as he buries deep inside me.

He pulls almost all the way out before driving back in again, setting a rhythm that has us both panting. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"Lily," he groans into my ear between thrusts. "You feel so fucking good."

"Jack," I pant, my nails digging into his back as he drives me insane with every thrust. "Don't stop. Just like that."

His pace quickens, each movement more urgent than the last. My body arches against him, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me. I can feel my orgasm building, itching to crash over me like a tidal wave.

"Open your eyes and come for me, Lily," Jack groans. "I need to see your eyes when your pussy fills with slick and squeezes my cock like it was made only for you."

That's all it takes. Despite wanting to prolong the edge, I cry out as pleasure thunders through me. I fall over the edge, my pussy convulsing around him as I come hard. My cries fill the room as waves of ecstasy wash over me.

"Fuck, Jack!" I scream, clutching onto him as my orgasm rips through me.

"Eyes on me, Lily."

"Fuck!" I lock gazes with him, and it's the fucking sexiest thing ever.

He grunts in response, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his release. With a final deep thrust, he shudders above me, spilling his cum inside me with a groan.

For a moment, we just stay there, tangled together and catching our breath. His body is warm and heavy against mine, and I can feel his heartbeat slowing down in time with mine.

Eventually, he rolls off me and collapses onto the bed beside me. We lie there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before I sit up and turn my back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pulling my long hair over my shoulder, I jump slightly when he traces a finger down my spine.

"So beautiful," he murmurs.

I freeze. This is one of those times when I should ask him if he wants more, but I fail to work up the courage. The spell breaks when he climbs off the bed and starts to get dressed.

"Those bushes won't prune themselves," he jokes.

"And those flowers won't sell themselves either," I joke back, and just like that, we are friends again and nothing more.