years.” A beat of silence passed and I
realized what I’d said. We didn’t have but three days left, two
nights. Years wasn’t an option when our time boiled down to
hours.
“You feel more relaxed,” she said, as if I
hadn’t spoken. “One muscle is still pretty hard, though.” Her
fingers wrapped around my cock and I hissed.
God love her. “I don’t think that’ll go away
anytime soon, mo milis.”
Her thumb grazed my slit. “What does that
phrase mean? You said it last night, too.”
Balls aching, I thrust into her hands. “My
sweet.”
Her gaze went tender, her smile soft. My
chest started to throb behind my ribs in tune with my cock, but
more insistent. I held my breath, realizing she wasn’t immune to
the slight shift in us either. Perhaps this wasn’t all on me. Which
only made things worse.
“Well,” she said, dipping her head. She
licked around the crown of my shaft. “This is dessert, after all.
It should be sweet.” Her tongue darted out again, repeating the
same path with more pressure.
“Fuck me, mo milis.” I fisted my
hands in her hair and gave it everything I had not to thrust into
her mouth. “Christ, Lily.” From day one, I’d envisioned her lips
around me, we just never got there, too insistent, too wrapped up
in having each other. I still hadn’t tasted her yet, made her come
with my mouth, and hell if I was letting our time slip by without
doing it.
But she said something in French and
swallowed half of me in one fell swoop. The back of my head hit the
tub and I forgot my name.
Day Five
I awoke alone.
Again. My gut sank. Logically, I knew Lily had to work and I was a
late riser, not to mention a heavy sleeper, but I’d never get
another opportunity to spend a morning waking up beside someone and
I wanted to experience it. Just this one time.
Disappointed, I did my usual morning
routine, checked my email, and headed into the kitchen. There was
another pink note by the coffeepot, and I grinned like an
idiot.
Hope you’re feeling better today. I’m
getting off work a little early. I can make dinner, if you like.
Dessert for sure. I’ve developed a sweet tooth. See you soon.
xoxo
Christ. I reread the thing a couple times,
put in my nightstand with the other one, and worked out in the gym.
The exercise did little to burn off my desire or ease the pressure
in my chest. A ball of regret, chock full of what-ifs, had been
lodged in my throat for days. I didn’t know what to do, if
anything. It sure felt like I was breaking my own self-imposed
rule. The numero uno one. I should’ve known—hell, I did know—I would fall for her, that we couldn’t just be about physical
release.
Today was my day to pick up my nephew, Liam,
from school. His babysitter had off on Tuesdays and Aiden had the
pub. Typically, Liam and I chilled out at Aiden’s until he got home
from Irish Eyes. We would do his homework, play a few video games,
and battle to the death at checkers. But...Lily was a factor this
week. I didn’t want to bail on her, not with our time running out,
but getting her involved with my family pushed the boundaries.
I spent half the day a mess, phone in hand,
attempting to figure out what to tell Lily. In the end, I picked up
Liam and brought him to my place, never contacting her.
In the elevator, I rubbed my hand over
Liam’s soft brown hair, mussing the strands. “This okay, pal? My
house for dinner?”
He shrugged. “Sure. As long as you get me
home by bedtime. I have an English test tomorrow.”
I shook my head, sighing dramatically.
“Dude, you’re eight. Quit being a grown up.”
The elevator doors pinged open and the scent
of something spicy wafted from the kitchen. I stopped dead in my
tracks at the sight of Lily, back to me, cooking something on the
stove. Christ in heaven, she was...it was...too right . My
heart did some kind of stutter-step and headed toward cardiac
arrest while the rest of me felt like I was coming out of a deep
freeze.
Liam
realized what I’d said. We didn’t have but three days left, two
nights. Years wasn’t an option when our time boiled down to
hours.
“You feel more relaxed,” she said, as if I
hadn’t spoken. “One muscle is still pretty hard, though.” Her
fingers wrapped around my cock and I hissed.
God love her. “I don’t think that’ll go away
anytime soon, mo milis.”
Her thumb grazed my slit. “What does that
phrase mean? You said it last night, too.”
Balls aching, I thrust into her hands. “My
sweet.”
Her gaze went tender, her smile soft. My
chest started to throb behind my ribs in tune with my cock, but
more insistent. I held my breath, realizing she wasn’t immune to
the slight shift in us either. Perhaps this wasn’t all on me. Which
only made things worse.
“Well,” she said, dipping her head. She
licked around the crown of my shaft. “This is dessert, after all.
It should be sweet.” Her tongue darted out again, repeating the
same path with more pressure.
“Fuck me, mo milis.” I fisted my
hands in her hair and gave it everything I had not to thrust into
her mouth. “Christ, Lily.” From day one, I’d envisioned her lips
around me, we just never got there, too insistent, too wrapped up
in having each other. I still hadn’t tasted her yet, made her come
with my mouth, and hell if I was letting our time slip by without
doing it.
But she said something in French and
swallowed half of me in one fell swoop. The back of my head hit the
tub and I forgot my name.
Day Five
I awoke alone.
Again. My gut sank. Logically, I knew Lily had to work and I was a
late riser, not to mention a heavy sleeper, but I’d never get
another opportunity to spend a morning waking up beside someone and
I wanted to experience it. Just this one time.
Disappointed, I did my usual morning
routine, checked my email, and headed into the kitchen. There was
another pink note by the coffeepot, and I grinned like an
idiot.
Hope you’re feeling better today. I’m
getting off work a little early. I can make dinner, if you like.
Dessert for sure. I’ve developed a sweet tooth. See you soon.
xoxo
Christ. I reread the thing a couple times,
put in my nightstand with the other one, and worked out in the gym.
The exercise did little to burn off my desire or ease the pressure
in my chest. A ball of regret, chock full of what-ifs, had been
lodged in my throat for days. I didn’t know what to do, if
anything. It sure felt like I was breaking my own self-imposed
rule. The numero uno one. I should’ve known—hell, I did know—I would fall for her, that we couldn’t just be about physical
release.
Today was my day to pick up my nephew, Liam,
from school. His babysitter had off on Tuesdays and Aiden had the
pub. Typically, Liam and I chilled out at Aiden’s until he got home
from Irish Eyes. We would do his homework, play a few video games,
and battle to the death at checkers. But...Lily was a factor this
week. I didn’t want to bail on her, not with our time running out,
but getting her involved with my family pushed the boundaries.
I spent half the day a mess, phone in hand,
attempting to figure out what to tell Lily. In the end, I picked up
Liam and brought him to my place, never contacting her.
In the elevator, I rubbed my hand over
Liam’s soft brown hair, mussing the strands. “This okay, pal? My
house for dinner?”
He shrugged. “Sure. As long as you get me
home by bedtime. I have an English test tomorrow.”
I shook my head, sighing dramatically.
“Dude, you’re eight. Quit being a grown up.”
The elevator doors pinged open and the scent
of something spicy wafted from the kitchen. I stopped dead in my
tracks at the sight of Lily, back to me, cooking something on the
stove. Christ in heaven, she was...it was...too right . My
heart did some kind of stutter-step and headed toward cardiac
arrest while the rest of me felt like I was coming out of a deep
freeze.
Liam
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