Lily shakes her head, trying to hold back a smile. “Showoff.”

“Always,” I retort, plating the sandwich and sliding it over to her on the other side of the counter.

“What do you have planned for the day?” I ask, preparing my own plate. She hops off the stool she’s leaning on and walks to the table. I must have been looking down when she came in, because I definitely wouldn’t have missed her ass cheeks peeking out from behind the short nightshirt she has on. My pulse quickens and I harden just watching the curve of her ass as she steps.

“Nice shirt,” I compliment her wardrobe choice as viewed from behind.

“Thanks. I thought you’d like it.”

“I do. And thank you for being so considerate. Consider it one of my personal favorites whenever I’m here.”

Lily giggles and the sound does something to me. Wakes something in me I didn’t realize was sleeping. She reaches over to my plate and breaks off a piece of my toast creation. Warm, dark chocolate oozes from between the slices. “I don’t have any plans. I’m usually at work,” she tells me and I see her face fall a little. Until she gets a taste of the Nutella toast. Her eyes light up like I’ve just given her a new Mercedes. “Oh my god. This is soooo good.” Chocolate smudges at the corner of her lip. I reach forward and wipe it off, bringing my finger to my mouth.

“You’re right. It is good.” I suck the chocolate from my finger.

In what has become our usual eating pattern we both demolish everything on the plate. The plate in front of the other, that is. “Do you want to get out? Do something? It looks nice out today.”

Lily shakes her head no. She blushes a little so I know what she’s thinking.

“Did you have something else in mind, Lily?”

She nods her head yes, but still doesn’t say anything. Rising from her seat, she takes both of our plates and drops them into the sink before returning. But instead of going back to her own chair, she lifts her leg up and over me, straddling my thighs, landing in the perfect place on my lap. The thin fabric of her panties does little to hide the heat radiating between her legs.

I run my hands up and down the outside of her thighs. The feel of her smooth, creamy skin only adds fuel to the growing inferno in my pants. I’m rock hard. Lifting her at the waist, I adjust her position only slightly, but it allows the wide crown of my c**k to push up directly against her clit. Her eyes dilate and become hooded.

“So what did you have in mind to do today?”

She bites her lower lip. Dirty talk doesn’t come easy to her, but she definitely loves to hear it from my mouth. This time I want to hear it from hers. I run my hands up her back, stopping when I reach her long wavy hair and wrap it around my hands loosely. I tug lightly, but enough so she feels it. “Tell me, Lily. Tell me what you want,” I urge.

“You.”

“And how do you want me?”

“I…I…”she hesitates briefly. Then she reaches down somewhere deep and surprises me, “I want to ride your cock.”

That a girl. The only thing better than hearing those words from her lips is her actually doing it. In one swift motion, I lift her and pull my sweat pants down enough to accommodate her request, freeing my rock hard erection. I sit her back down, my c**k pushing up against her, but I don’t put myself inside of her. I want her to do it. However she wants it.

She looks down and licks her lips. I nearly explode just watching her mouth. I love that she salivates at the sight of me. It makes me want to beat my chest and yell from a f**king rooftop somewhere.

“Go ahead. I’m all yours,” I offer as I stroke my cock. It’s already hard as stone, so it’s hardly necessary. But something tells me she might like to see me touch myself as much as I’d like to see her. She looks down and gasps. Without hesitation, she wraps her hand around mine and together we stroke up and down a few times. Then she lifts up, allowing enough room to position my broad head at her opening. She circles her hips around a few times, coating my head in her slickness. It feels incredible, all I want to do is ram inside of her. But it’s her turn now and I’m not going to rush it. We’d had the talk the other night and I knew she was on the pill. Recent checkups and mutual trust cleared the path for future barrier free encounters, but I’d left it up to her to decide if she was ready. It’s a gift that she’s decided to give. And it means more than just the physical pleasure it brings. There’s a trust and it means a lot that she’s giving it to me now.

A tremble rocks through her body as she holds herself high above me. Ready to take me, she looks down at me with lust filled eyes. Ever so slightly she allows herself to drop, sheathing just the crown of my aching cock. She waits for a long moment. I have no idea if she senses my impatience or her own is just too much to bear. But instead of doing what I think is going to come next, inching me in a bit at a time, teasingly slow, she puts her hands on my shoulders and slams down on me, taking me in fully in one long stroke. It’s f**king incredible and exactly what I needed. To fill her, be inside her, skin against skin.

I try hard to steady myself, allow Lily to set our pace – give her the control this time. But her rough plunge down unleashed something primal inside of me. Without the barrier between us anymore, I feel exactly how hot and tight she is, the sensation overwhelms me. I’m desperate to come inside her, claim her as mine.

I give in to the relentless urge in my core to dominate her, she can have control next time. Grabbing her firmly at the waist, I take over. Lifting her, raising her up all the way, till the tip of my c**k is just barely inside her. Then I slam her back down hard. It only takes a few strong thrusts, I watch as her face changes. Her lips part, breathing hitches faster and her jaw goes slack. And I’m right there with her. Together we come hard and fast. The feeling of me spilling inside of her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

We both catch our breath and a goofy, yet incredible smile forms on Lily’s face. It makes me forget anything and everything else in the world exists. With all the excesses I’ve grown up with around me, I realize, I’ve got all I want right here.

***

Later in the afternoon, we lay spent on the couch after two more turns exploring. The latter two slower and more passionate, but no less mind-blowing. I flick on the TV and a commercial comes on advertising the MMA Open in three weeks. A picture of my new found brother flashes on the screen. It’s a tradition that the current champion hosts the tournament. My finger rolls over the channel button, quickly responding to my innate reaction to avoid anything to do with my father and his spawn.

“I guess I’m going to meet your brother soon.” Lily says quietly.

I don’t really want to talk about my brother at all, or any member of my family as a matter of fact, but I don’t want to hurt her feelings by shutting her out completely. Especially after I upset her this morning. “You have entries in the Open?”

“Yes. We’re also sponsors.” She pauses. “Can I ask you something?”

I nod.

“Did your brother know about you?”

“As far as I know, he was as surprised as I was.”

“Have you ever met him?”

“Once.”

“How did that go?”

“Not too good, considering I was hitting on his girlfriend.”

“You hit on your brother’s girlfriend?” Lily’s voice raises and eyes flash wide.

“I didn’t know she was my brother’s girlfriend. Hell, I didn’t even know he was my brother at the time.” I chuckle thinking back to our first meeting. I was at an MMA fight and ran into a reporter who had just done a story on my family. A very pretty, sweet reporter. I leave that part out and continue, “I had no idea at the time she was writing an investigative piece on my father and his illegitimate child. Her paper broke the story a week after we met.” Lily’s brow furrows…it’s a hard story to follow. Goes to show the old saying is true, what a tangled web we weave…

“So how did you happen to come across your brother’s girlfriend if you didn’t even know he existed at the time? That’s a pretty big coincidence.”

“His girlfriend is the reporter. She was writing an expose on my family and my father’s secrets.”

“His girlfriend is the one that broke the story on your dad?”

“No. She actually buried the story.”

“I’m confused.”

“I was too for a long time. After everything came out, I had a friend do some digging for me. Turns out, Olivia, his girlfriend, and Vince had history together. She uncovered that Vince was my father’s child, but lied to the newspaper she was working for about it. I think she lost her job over it. Vince found out and got her job back by giving her paper an exclusive on the story.”

“He sounds like a stand up guy.” Lily’s not half wrong. I just never let myself give him any credit. I’d basically blamed him for being born. Being the spawn of Satan doesn’t automatically make you Satan. At least I hope not. I kiss her lips softly for reminding me I’ve let my judgment be clouded about a lot lately.

She smiles. “What was that for?”

“Just for being you.” Another soft kiss and then, “Tell me about your family.”

Sadness colors her otherwise happy face. I regret asking as soon as I see the change.

“I don’t have any family anymore. Joe’s the closest thing I’ve got to family.”

“I’m sorry.” I want to ask questions, find out more about what makes her so sad. But the overwhelming urge to see her spirit rise greatly outweighs my selfish curiosity.

Unshed tears fill her normally sparkling eyes and it feels like someone reached into my chest and squeezed my beating heart. Each pump causing more pain. Lily looks lost for a moment, her memory taking her somewhere else, a place that obviously causes her grief. She begins to speak, but I stop her. “You don’t have to. If talking about it is half as painful for you as it is to see the sadness it causes mar your beautiful face, then don’t.”

She blinks back tears from her big almond shaped eyes. “My mom died when I was three years old. Car accident.” She pauses. A small, but real, smile forms on her lips. Her eyes filled with remiss, she reflects back. “After she died, I had bad dreams for a long time, so my Dad would lie with me every night until I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, he was always gone, but he left an old pocket watch in his place in my bed.

He left it on purpose, knowing I’d feel better just having something of his near me. The sound of that old watch grew to soothe me in the months after I realized Mom wasn’t coming back home to say goodnight to me. Then when I was five, my dad would walk me to school every day. We’d hold hands and swing our joined arms as we walked. One day in kindergarten, some boys made fun of me, calling me a baby, because I still held my dad’s hand.

So the next day when we walked to school, Dad went to take my hand and I shoved them into my pockets telling him I was cold. I hated not holding his hand, but I thought I fooled him. Then the next day, it happened again. Dad went to take my hand and I thought my slick move had worked the day before, so I shoved my hands into my pockets again. Only that day, I found Dad’s old pocket watch in my pocket.

We smiled at each other but didn’t say a word. He slipped it into my pocket every day for the next few years, neither one of us ever talking about it. Somehow it made me feel better having a piece of him always next to me.”

I rub her shoulders as she speaks and hold her tight when she’s done. “He sounds like an incredible man. I wish I would have met him.”

“He was amazing. He was my ground when I felt like the world was spinning out of control. Strong, tough, yet loving and protective.” She’s silent for a few minutes, memories filling her head. “All those years of just the two of us, we were a team.” She pauses. “I gave him a hard time as a teen. But he hung on and waited for me to get through what I needed to go through. He had the patience of a saint.” She smiles, thinking back. “The guys used to tease him that he got his name for putting up with me.”




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