The Apartment: The Complete Affair (An Apartment Novel Book 3) Page 9

  He watched her saunter toward him, the look in her eye just as heated as his erection. When she was standing directly in front of him she dipped her head a bit, so that she was looking up at him through her lashes. Her slick pink tongue darted out from between her lips, moistening them before she whispered, “Miss me?” A smile tugged at the corners of her perfect mouth.

  “No,” he snapped, suddenly angry that she was right. He couldn’t stop staring at her glistening lips, nearly growling when he remembered his fantasy of having them wrapped around him.

  “Not even a little bit?” She pouted playfully, reaching out with her fingertips and dragging them up and down his abdomen, feeling along the ridges of his muscles. She circled his navel and made her way back up until she was scratching through the light dusting of hair on his chest. The sensation of her hot fingers on his skin was making him lightheaded.

  “No.” His tone was lighter now; the swirling patterns she was making on his pecs were rather distracting. He could feel the familiar itch in his own fingers telling him to reach out and grab what was his.

  “Well, I missed you,” she practically hummed, leaning forward and kissing each of his nipples slowly, gently. The chasteness of the kisses somehow made the action even more erotic, causing Ethan to grit his teeth against the moan that wanted to escape. “In fact, let me show you how much.”

  Lily gripped his hips and dropped to her knees, unable to miss the rather prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. “Mm… seems like someone around here missed me.” Bringing her hands up, she cupped him lightly before gripping him more firmly, causing him to hiss through his teeth. Leaning forward, she placed her mouth over the tip of the bulge, kissing it quickly and flicking at the denim with the tip of her tongue.

  If Ethan had thought her kissing his nipples was erotic, watching her do that was bound to drive him insane. It also didn’t help that he hadn’t bothered to put his boxers on that day and he could feel everything much more intensely.

  “You’re a dirty fucking tease, do you know that?” he growled at her, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her small fingers working at the buttons on his fly.

  “And why is that, exactly?” She smiled up at him, tugging him closer by his waistband so she could get a better grip on the bottom button. He was tempted to tell her that opening a button fly was much faster if you just pulled it apart quickly—all the buttons would pop open in a row—but he was having too much fun letting her take her time.

  “You sneak in here when I’m gone and get me all excited, and then don’t even have the decency to come back and finish what you started.”

  “Aw, poor baby,” she cooed, happy that he had missed their time together just as much as she had. She pulled on his jeans until they were sliding down around his hips, unable to bite back a moan when his erection sprang free in front of her.

  She had yet to appreciate it so closely. Lily had always been able to tell that it was nice, but up close it was truly a thing of beauty. Long and thick, covered with the smooth ridges of multiple veins, it curved upwards toward his stomach proudly and was crowned with the most gorgeous swollen tip that was turning darker under her scrutiny.

  Lily reached out and ran her hands up the front of his legs, spreading out her fingers as they moved higher, until her thumbs were brushing against the dark brown hair at his groin.

  “You like what you see?” he grunted.

  “Like is an understatement.” She finally touched him then, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft. Leaning closer, she flicked her tongue out, licking at the glistening tip. He was already leaking for her, and she lapped up the drops of moisture that she found there. It tasted both sweet and salty, and was now her new favorite flavor—after the taste of his lips, of course.

  Just the sight of his dick that close to her lips was enough to do him in. By the time she licked up his pre-cum, Ethan’s thoughts had turned into one long litany of curse words. Oh fuck… oh fuck… don’t fucking come yet… she hasn’t even put it in her mouth yet… Jesus Christ, don’t fucking come!

  “Oh, I nearly forgot,” Lily said, pulling away from him far enough that he actually whimpered. “Did you get my present?”

  The image of lacy blue panties flashed in his mind, causing him to growl again. “Yes,” he gritted through his teeth.

  “And did you like them?”

  “Like them? I fucked them!”

  A wicked smile crept across her lips until she was absolutely beaming. “Good.” And with that, she grabbed him more firmly around his shaft and sucked him deep inside her mouth.

  “Fuck!” Ethan threw his head back and groaned loudly, swaying on his feet. Just as he’d suspected, her mouth was pure bliss.

  Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, he plunged them into her dark hair, enjoying the feeling of her head moving up and down underneath his touch. He let his thumbs sweep out across her blushing cheeks, over her silken skin, until they were tracing her luscious pink lips as they slid along his length.

  Lily looked back up at him through her lashes again, loving the look of intense pleasure on his face. That was one of her favorite things about doing this—being able to make a man weak in the knees. She had almost forgotten how much it could turn her on when the recipient really got into it.

  She pulled all the way back, barely letting him slip out. Holding him steady at the base, she puckered her lips tightly and slowly pushed her mouth over his broad tip. As he penetrated her deeper, she sucked in her cheeks around him, trying to simulate what actual sex might feel like. On the upstroke, she wrapped her tongue around him for added texture, swirling it around the tip before plunging back downwards. The loud moan he let out told her that he seemed to enjoy it.

  Trying to ignore how badly she was beginning to throb between her legs, she slid her hands around his firm ass and cupped it tightly, pulling him toward her so that he slid deeper into her mouth. She repeated this action a few more times, hoping that her beautiful stranger would take the hint.

  And take it he did.

  Ethan grabbed her more firmly by the back of the head for leverage and started slowly thrusting, pulling her face toward him as he shifted his hips into her. He watched as he fucked her mouth, watched as the veins on his cock slid back and forth through her lips, and when she moaned around him his eyes nearly crossed at how good it felt.

  When she began pulling him into her mouth even more eagerly, he started to thrust faster. He looked into her heavy-lidded eyes to confirm that it was what she really wanted. She moaned and nodded, the sensation making him cry out. He kept thrusting faster and faster, knowing that he was going to lose it at any moment. It was just too fucking intense. He honestly didn’t know how he’d made it that long.

  When he noticed her starting to squirm and moan even louder, he quickly realized that something was different. One of her hands was no longer gripping his ass. Glancing down, he saw that she had slid her hand inside the front of her workout pants and was furiously rubbing herself.

  That was all he needed to set him off.

  “Are you fucking touching yourself?” he panted as he felt himself starting to lose control. She simply nodded again and moaned some more. “Oh God… that’s not fucking fair! I want to watch that.”

  Suddenly all he could think about was her tight, wet pussy and how it felt, how it tasted. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore! Give me your hand!” He reached down and pulled at her arm until she finally took it out of her pants, whimpering at the loss of friction. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you, but I have to fucking taste you when I come. I’m so goddamn close right now!”

  He fully expected her to shy away, but instead she groaned loudly and started sucking on him harder than he thought physically possible. “Holy shit!” he cried out, nearly falling down, his legs were shaking so badly. “That’s it… yes… just like that.”

  Lily watched as he pulled her dripping fingers up toward his mouth, bending slightly
to reach them. The moment his slick tongue wrapped around them, they both whimpered. She could feel the heat and strength of his mouth as he sucked them clean, and he could taste the divine flavor that had been driving him insane since they’d first met.

  Groaning loudly and sending vibrations all the way down her arm, Ethan bucked his hips once, twice, and then erupted in thick spurts down the back of her throat.

  Normally Lily was a firm believer in swallowing, but there were times when she had needed to spit before—sometimes the guy was just too damn bitter no matter how much she liked him at the time. But this was the best she’d ever tasted. She swallowed every drop eagerly, hoping it would enhance his climax to feel her mouth working around him to the end.

  Once Ethan had calmed down enough to think again, he looked down at his goddess. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks were flushed a lovely shade of pink, and her succulent lips were slightly swollen, making him want to kiss her even more.

  “That was incredible,” he panted, running his fingers through his hair. “You didn’t have to do that, you know… at the end.” Rachel hadn’t swallowed in years, deciding that it grossed her out, and before that it had only happened a handful of times.

  “Don’t be silly,” she smiled. “Of course I had to. You tasted too fucking good to stop.”

  Jesus Christ, is this girl for real? he wondered, already feeling his cock beginning to stir again.

  Kicking his jeans off the rest of the way, Ethan leaned over and scooped her up. He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. “Sweetheart, you’ve got entirely too many clothes on. If you don’t want them ripped off of you in exactly five seconds, I suggest you start stripping.”

  Lily was only too happy to oblige, pulling her shirt and sports bra over her head before yanking her pants and underwear down and tossing them on the floor. With Scott, she still felt self-conscious to be on display like this, completely nude, but this man had a way of making her feel sexier than she’d ever felt before.

  “Now,” he said from the doorway, standing over her. “I want you to show me what you were trying to do out there.”

  “What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant, but had never been asked to do that for anyone before. It was hard to imagine that anyone would even want to see that.

  “Don’t play stupid with me. I want you to lay back and finish what you started out there.” His voice turned husky when he spoke again. “Show me how you get yourself off.”

  Blushing furiously, Lily scooted back until she had room to lie down. “You actually want to watch that?”

  “Don’t go getting shy on me now. You had no problem doing it out there.”

  “Yeah, but you weren’t watching. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

  “There is no way in hell I would have missed that.” His voice took on that husky tone again. “That was what drove me over the edge, knowing you were doing that. Now open your legs.”

  She slowly bent her legs at the knee and parted them, figuring that if he really wanted to see it then who was she to judge. As long as he thought it was sexy, she could find the courage to do just about anything.

  “Wider, baby,” he whispered as he sank down to his knees for a closer look. After she parted her knees even wider and slid her fingers between the slick, swollen folds, she could hear his breath hitching. “Fuck… you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen.”

  Lily could feel herself growing bolder under his gaze, loving the feel of his eyes on her as she moved. She was still pretty hot from earlier, but this was reaching a whole new level. She was amazed to realize that having him watch her was turning her on even more.

  Ethan watched as her fingers slipped over the wet petals of her sex, always coming back to circle around her clitoris. He listened as her breath broke into pants and moans, and it surprised him that even just her breathing patterns were driving him wild.

  Wanting to be more involved, but not wanting her to stop, Ethan began running his fingertips up and down her ankles and calves. “Tell me about the first time you ever did this,” he whispered against her knee before he kissed her there lightly.

  “Why?” she moaned, writhing in front of him as she ground herself against her hand. She couldn’t resist reaching up with her other hand and squeezing one of her nipples before moving on to the other one.

  “Because I want to know more about you.”

  “I thought you said no names,” she replied, looking at him questioningly.

  “I did, but I don’t need to know your name to know the things I want to about you. I don’t care what you do, where you live, whether you’re married with five kids or used to be a nun. None of that matters here.” He gripped her calves tighter, making sure that she was paying attention to him. “That’s all just window dressing. I want to know the real you, the you that nobody else has ever been allowed to see before.”

  “Okay. What did you want to know?” She was more than flattered. People she had known her entire life didn’t give a crap about her deep dark secrets. They only cared if she went to the right school, got the right grades, and dated the right boys. Who had ever cared about the real her before? Did she even know who the “real her” was?

  “Tell me about the first time you ever did this,” he repeated. “And don’t you dare stop what you’re doing.”

  “Well,” she thought back, trying to focus over the growing sensations in her body. “The first time I can remember, I’d found a stack of dirty magazines that belonged to one of my mom’s old boyfriends. He had lived with us at the time.”

  “Did he show them to you? Did he touch you?” Ethan couldn’t fight off the wave of protectiveness that attacked him.

  “No, no! Nothing like that. I went snooping around one day when they were gone and found them. They were these really old copies of Playboy and Penthouse from the late seventies and early eighties.”

  He could remember when he and Eric had been caught sneaking a few peeks at those very magazines when they’d been younger. One of Eric’s friends had brought some to the house, and when Barbara had caught them they had both been grounded for two weeks.

  “Go on,” he prodded, meaning both her story and her actions.

  “I remember knowing that it was wrong to look at them, but that excited me even more. The women were so beautiful and natural looking back then, but what really caught my eye were the pictures that showed two people having sex. You never got a really good view of things, but you could tell what was going on.”

  “Yes, I remember those.”

  “Well they were my favorite, and as I flipped through the pages and looked at those scenes, I started feeling the strangest throbbing right here,” Lily gasped as her fingers kept moving, swirling through her folds. Her orgasm was fast approaching, causing her speech to become erratic as she fought through moans. “And then I… would lay awake at night… and wonder what it felt like… to do what the people in those pictures did… oh God!” She started to tremble, feeling his eyes on every inch of her skin at once.

  “Are you going to come?” he asked, his voice sounding thick as honey in her ears.

  “Soon,” she gasped.

  “Finish your story,” he commanded. “You would lie awake at night and think about it.”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes… and whenever I thought about it, that same throbbing would happen. So I touched myself… here… and it felt so good.” Her body started shaking harder, fighting for its release. “And I found out that… if I touched it long enough… in different ways, I would shake all over… and feel so warm!”

  “Now I want you to come for me,” he said, never taking his eyes from her frantic finger swirls.

  That was all Lily needed to hear, since she had been teetering on the edge already. She began to shudder and moan, throwing her head back and crying out, “Oh fuck!”

  “Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said calmly when she finished, as if he weren’t affected by what he’d just s
een. The only thing giving him away was the way that his hands shook where he touched her. He thought for a moment before adding, “Next time, I want to watch you use a toy… and then maybe I can use it on you, too.”

  Lily would have blushed if she weren’t so turned on by the thought of it.

  Ethan leaned in closer, his face only inches from where she was spread wide before him. “I want to see what you do with something that’s made to fit right here.” He slid two fingers deep inside her, making her arch her back and moan, her inner muscles gripping him. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “What do you want right now? Be honest. If you aren’t, I’ll never learn what you truly like.”

  “I like what you’re doing now. Don’t stop that yet.”

  “What else?” He caught the blush on her cheeks and pressed her further. “Come on, tell me.” He worked his fingers deeper inside her, trying to make her focus on her arousal rather than her embarrassment.

  “Oh God,” she panted. “I really liked… well, actually…,” she took a deep breath before continuing. “Alright, I fucking loved it when you went down on me the other day.”

  That was exactly what he was hoping she’d say. “So tell me what you want.”

  She looked down her naked body until she found him, perched between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she finally blurted it out. “I want you to finger me while you lick my pussy. Is that clear enough?”

  “I think that can be arranged,” he smiled, barely containing his glee at her request before burying his face between her legs.

  “Holy shit!” she screamed at the sudden onslaught, already so sensitive from her recent orgasm.

  Ethan lapped at her juices, sucking her clit between his lips while sliding his fingers even deeper, eventually adding a third finger. Flattening his tongue against her, he used thick, broad strokes that he knew would have her coming within seconds.

  “Yesss,” she hissed through her teeth. “Oh yes… oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Lily reached down and grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling him into her harder while she ground herself against his face. The dual sensations of his fingers inside her and his tongue working her over were the most intense feelings she’d experienced in…well, ever.