Lily and the Beast (Lily and the Beast #1) (8 page)

He felt her inner walls trembling and pulled out.  “Not yet,” he rumbled, and she practically sobbed with despair at his sudden withdrawal.  His cock was on fire, near to bursting, but he wasn’t ready to come yet, he was having too much fun drawing out her pleasure. 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to complain,” she wailed, desperate for his touch, and he gave her clit a last pinch.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Aidan pulled me forward and I lost my balance, but he lifted me effortlessly, settling me down to straddle his hips as he lay back on the rug.  My hands gripped his powerful biceps, finding that extra cut of muscle on the side that made me go absolutely insane.  He lifted me higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy, hitting my clit just right for one, glorious moment and then he settled me onto his shaft with a swift thrust that took my breath away.  He was so fucking big.  He’d already been inside me, but it was nothing like this, my position over him sending him as deep as he could go.  

My hands landed on his chest, and God – he was such a glorious beast.  He really was massive all over, his pecs, shoulders, arms, all bulging with muscles, and not a spare ounce on him.  I smoothed my way down the ridges of his eight pack, pushing myself up higher, when he grabbed my wrists. 

“I didn’t give you permission to use your hands,” he scolded, pushing my arms behind my back again. 

I couldn’t help but make a sound at the loss, wanting to touch him in the worst way.  “I’m not sure I can keep my balance,” I said, trying to make it sound like I wasn’t complaining exactly, more trying to be helpful, but he didn’t fall for it. 

“Leave that to me.”  

There was no arguing with the tone of absolute command, and I linked my hands together behind my back, arching to find my center of balance so I could ride him like I wanted to.  His hands settled on my hips, and whatever illusion I had of control disappeared as he took hold of me.  He’d been driving me crazy with his slow, shallow strokes and I’d wanted to take over, show him how good it would feel to go fast and deep.  But despite the fact that I was on top,
he
set the pace, deciding how fast I rocked and how deep he sank with the immeasurable strength of his hands on my hips, no matter how hard I bucked. 

I let out a small cry of frustration as he started that slow pace again, convinced he was trying to make me lose my fucking mind, but Aidan went deeper, his hips thrusting up at me with each languid stroke.  That cry of frustration turned into a moan of pleasure as the head of his cock caught me just right and then he did it again, and again.  I wanted – no, I needed more.  I needed it faster, but he was so fucking strong, there wasn’t anything I could do but take it.

And then I realized there was
something
I could do, despite the control he had over my body.   I was the only one who could control my pussy, and my inner muscles clenched tightly around him with each stroke.  Let him be in charge of my hips, I trusted him to keep me upright, focusing all of my energy on clenching around his cock tighter and longer, until I heard him groan in response. 

I’m not sure he even realized it, but Aidan’s hips rocked faster, and I did it again, forcing him to give in to what I wanted.  My ass bunched and shifted with the effort to hold tight to his cock as it slammed in and out of me, the added tension in my inner walls making them particularly sensitive. 

He fucked me harder, faster, just the way I wanted it, hips thrusting up to meet mine in a wet slap as he grunted in pleasure.  My breathing was already fast, and I started to feel lightheaded in the corset, unable to take a deep breath.  I swayed, giving myself completely to his control, trusting him to give me what I needed.  The friction intensified as he ground me into the base of his cock, catching my clit for a delicious rub on every down stroke. 

And then it hit me, out of the blue, with no tingles of warning or build-up.  One moment I was rocking above him in exquisite torture, desperate for release, and the next I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me everywhere at once.  My entire body tensed as he slammed into me, sending shock waves of pleasure rippling through me, and I lost my fucking mind.  I screamed like I was being murdered, sharp at first, but then soundless as I struggled to catch my breath.  He kept pumping into me and the pleasure soared higher when I felt him tense beneath me.  He was close, I could feel it.

And then he let out a roar, hips pushing up off the floor as he came in hot spurts, fingers digging into my hips in time to the way his cock throbbed inside me.  I bucked for all I was worth, grinding my pussy against him as I milked him for every last spasm of pleasure.  I wasn’t screaming anymore, a strange chant leaving my lips, that sounded like “Ay, ay, ay…” with every pump of his hips, until I realized, I was trying to say
Aidan
, but I didn’t have the strength to.   

His knees came up as his hands fell away from my hips, and I leaned back against his legs, grateful for the support.  All I could do was lay there and try to catch my breath, and his own ragged breathing let me know he was doing the same.  I made a soft sound of loss when he lifted me up off of his cock, thinking he was going to leave me as abruptly as last time, but this time he only hauled me up against his side, resting my head against his shoulder. 

I smiled against his chest, feeling the mad beat of his heart that matched mine.  We lay there, with nothing but the sound of the fireplace and our own breaths to fill the silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.  “Was that alright?” I asked finally, trying to gauge his mood. 

His chest heaved with something that might’ve been a bark of laughter, even though he made no sound.  “It was okay,” he said, his tone grudging, but I felt his lips press into my hair for the briefest of kisses, that light touch filling me with warmth. 

“Yeah, it was
okay
for me too,” I replied, and this time he snorted, giving my ass a half-hearted smack. 

We lay there recovering until our hearts stopped hammering, and his chest rose slow and steady.  Did he do this with all of his girls after a sex well done?  I wanted to ask him about it, but I figured he would clam up and leave and I wasn’t ready to go back to my room yet, even though we weren’t talking or doing anything.   

He hadn’t said anything about my hands, so I took the opportunity to learn more about him, tracing the ridges and hollows of his muscled chest, dipping into the divot of his belly button and following the happy trail of fuzz that led down to the tangle of damp hair above his cock.  I brushed against the head once, and it twitched, but he didn’t say anything, so I continued my slow exploration, finding the jut of his hipbone and back up to the bulge of his chest and the lean cut of his scruffy jaw. 

“Why did you come here?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against my ear. 

“What do you mean?” I frowned.  “You know why I’m here.”

“Yes, I know you’re here because you signed the contract.  But why did you do it?”

I shrugged my free shoulder that wasn’t tucked up against him.  “He’s my father.”

“So?”

“So... I couldn’t let him go to jail.”

“Even if he deserves it?”

I licked my lips, pushing away the worry that came crashing through the haze of pleasure I’d surrounded myself with.  “What he did was wrong, but he doesn’t deserve to die for it.”

“Die?  What the hell are you talking about?  I never threatened to kill him.”  Aidan shifted, head lifting as if he was studying my face.  “Not seriously,” he muttered.  “I just threatened him with jail time – which he deserves for stealing from me.”

Didn’t he know?  “You might not have threatened him directly, but the end result is the same.  His lungs haven’t been strong, and he had a mild heart attack when you sent him home to get one of us to… to cooperate.  I talked to his doctor, and I don’t think he’d survive in prison.”

Aidan was silent for long seconds.  “But why you?  You have two other sisters.”

Was he disappointed that I’d been the one to come and fulfill the contract?  It made sense that he’d prefer Cassie, she had way more sexual tricks up her sleeve than I did, and Darlene had a much better body.  “Yes, I do.  And they’re a lot more experienced with this sort of thing than I am,” I allowed.  “But I had to volunteer.”

“You volunteered?  Why?”

“I told you, he’s my father, and I couldn’t let him suffer.  Besides it’s my fault he stole in the first place.”

“How is what he did possibly your fault?”  There was open scorn and disbelief in his voice now. 

“He didn’t steal the money to buy a fancy car or a boat or anything.  He did it because I got accepted into Vassar and he needed to cover the tuition.”

“I thought you won some scholarship?”

He knew about that?  “I did, and it was an honor to win, but the money barely covers enough for the books, let alone tuition, student housing…  I didn’t know he couldn’t cover it, he always said it was fine and he was so proud of me, I believed him.  He never would’ve stolen that money if it wasn’t to send me to school.”

“That’s total bullshit.  He didn’t have to steal.  He could’ve hit me up for a loan if he needed the money that badly.”

“Oh really?  Because you’re known for being so sweet and cuddly to people?”  I didn’t know much about Aidan Pierce beyond the contact we’d had so far, but I could imagine him being hard to approach for such a thing.

“Watch it,” he growled, smacking my ass again, harder this time as his vigor returned.  “I’m just saying it’s not your fault.  You didn’t make him do shit, it was his own choice.”

“Still, when he came home with your demands, what else could I say?”

“I’ll see you on visiting day?”

I smacked him on the chest, unable to keep the smile from my face.  “You’re the worst.”

“You didn’t seem to think so when you were squirming on the end of my cock,” he pointed out, his voice full of smug, male pride. 

“I said
you’re
the worst, I like your cock just fine.”

“Thanks,” he said sourly and I laughed again, relaxing beside him. 

“Why the mask?”

“Because I said so.”

It was hard to roll my eyes with a blindfold on, so I stuck my tongue out instead.  “Obviously.  But why?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?”

I heard the growl in his voice, but as I was coming to suspect, there was no actual bite to it.  “Do you wish it was someone other than me who came here?”

He hesitated for longer than I would’ve liked before he gave my ass another smack.  “Nah, you’ll do,” he quipped, sitting up with a ripple of muscle, and I heard the rustle of his clothing.  Apparently, playtime was over. 

“Hey, do you think I could get internet access maybe?”  I asked, before I forgot.

“I thought you said the laptop was enough?”

“It is, but I was thinking maybe I could take some web classes so I didn’t fall too behind on my degree.  That way I could still…”

“No,” he bit out, striding away from me.

“Please?  I thought that if I had something to occupy my brain, then I…”

“I said no.”  The door slammed shut, and I slid my blindfold off with a long sigh.

“So much for that idea.”

I went back to my room after tugging my clothes up to cover all my important bits, my stilettos clicking on the tiled hallway and stairs.  Feeling pleasantly worn out, I took a long soak in the bathtub, thinking about the night with a warm glow.  While I still wasn’t sure if Aidan was happy about my signing the contract, I did know that he’d liked what we’d done together, and I’d enjoyed it too.  Maybe I’d never get to know him beyond that level, but there were definitely worse problems to have.

There was another text message from Michael waiting for me on my phone, and nothing from either one of my sisters about my father.  Against my better judgment, I sent him a quick note.

[
Hey, do you think you could find out how my dad’s doing?  Cass and D are being total douches and ignoring me
.] 

[
I know the feeling
.]  Appeared on my screen seconds later.  Shit.  He was right, I was only talking to him to pump him for information, and he didn’t deserve that.

[
I’m sorry.  Just been a crazy couple of days
.]   That was putting it mildly.

[
I’d be there for you if you let me
.]

Poor Michael.  I really did miss him.  He was a good listener most of the time, but I couldn’t talk to him about this, he’d never understand.  [
I know, and I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have bothered you.  Please forget I said anything
.]

[
No, I’ll try to find out for you
.] He replied instantly.  [
I just miss you
.]

[
I know, I miss you too
.]

[
Then talk to me.  Tell me what’s going on.  I’ll come and get you, wherever you are.
]

Talk about a recipe for disaster.  I didn’t want to think about what would happen if he somehow found out where I was and came pounding on the front door.  [
Goodnight, Michael
.]  Turning off the phone, I slipped under the covers and fell asleep quickly, dreaming about a strong pair of hands wrapped around my waist.