Chapter 23
~~ LILY ~~
When I turned my back on Michael it was hard, very hard, but I forced myself to walk away. With the security door closed behind me, I walked straight through the inner door to the stairs and dropped to the step, my legs refused to hold me up any longer.
My life was a mess. The thought of walking up the stairs to my apartment filled me with dread. I knew David was going to be there, because he’d decided to work from home.
I sighed and climbed to my feet, then started a slow walk up the two flights of stairs with thoughts of Michael crowding in my head. The look on his face when I’d told him we had to keep our distance, had very nearly crushed me.
Today had been amazing and he made me feel so treasured and coveted. Then in the barn…. wow. That was really hot and the first time in my life that I’d orgasmed without anyone being inside me. A part of me was so disappointed when he refused to let me touch him. I’d really wanted to see him and give him the same pleasure that he gave me. I was planning to wrap my mouth around him one of these days. Something that I’d only ever done once or twice before, but never really enjoyed. I certainly never allowed David to come in my mouth, but I wanted that with Michael.
Standing in my apartment, I could hear a commotion coming from the kitchen. I placed my purse and jacket on the chair by the small table in the hall, then glanced at the photograph of my parents sitting on top of the table in a Victorian frame that my father had made years ago. My grandmother made the intricate lace cloth on which it was placed.
It was when I felt so mixed up that I missed being able to cry on my mother’s shoulder. She always knew what to say and do.
With a heavy sigh, I walked further down the hall towards the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Oh god, not again.
David had an apron tied around his waist, but other than that he was completely naked and flashing his ass cheeks. What the hell had gotten into him?
“David?”
He jumped slightly and turned to look at me. I couldn’t help but look him over. As my eyes dropped to his waist and lower, the apron started to twitch and outlined his growing erection. He took hold of his shaft through the apron and moved his hand up and down a couple of times while he watched me.
“Hey, Babe. I wasn’t expecting you home just yet. I’m cooking Beef Bourguignon with rice as a surprise. How did it go with the boss today?” He carried on cooking as though there was nothing out of the ordinary, as though it was perfectly normal to cook naked while palming his erection.
“I need a drink.” I turned and walked out of the kitchen, straight over to the cupboard he used to house the whiskey. I knew good and well that I would regret this, but I poured three fingers worth in a glass and knocked most of it back in one go, and then tried to take some calming breaths before I choked it all back. Hell. It burnt going down and honestly, it tasted vile, but I was hoping it would numb me enough to handle the rest of the evening. Oh god.
When I was absolutely positive that the whiskey would stay down, I headed into the bedroom to change into my lounge clothes, consisting of jazz pants and a long sleeved t-shirt – my usual attire when I lazed around at home. Now to face David.
Back in the kitchen, I was just in time to watch him place the dinner on the table with a glass of wine for me. He removed the apron and still had a rather solid erection, it was bobbing around like nobody’s business while he walked around the kitchen. Enough already!
“David, what the hell has gotten into you? Never in our seven years together have you acted like you’ve been doing lately. First the other night and now… this,” I said, waving my arms around in his direction.
He leaned back against one of the cabinets and just watched me. I sat down before I fell over, the whiskey was starting to take effect.
“I want you to watch me,” he replied.
“I already am.” Sitting back in the chair I watched him fist his cock. Shocked would be an understatement as to how I was feeling.
“It’s a huge turn on, having you watch me.” He picked his beer up and took a drink, so casual, as though he was standing, fully dressed in a bar.
“This is different…. I mean, you’ve never done anything like this before….have you?” I picked my wine glass up and took a rather large drink. I really needed to be drunk.
“I watched a movie the night I stayed at Luke’s place. It was hot, so I thought I would try it…. and it really is.” Then he smiled at me. “Of course, the woman who the actor was beating off in front of was actually turned on by what he was doing and ended up stripping for him and bringing herself to orgasm…. Christ, look what that image has done to my cock.” I looked down and, oh boy, his cock had grown, which I hadn’t thought was possible.
David looked good while he stood in front of me. He was tall, over six feet, with a well-toned, muscle build that I used to find hot. I would be lying if I said, I wasn’t starting to get turned on, while I sat and watched him beat off. I’d forgotten that alcohol made me amorous as well as gave me a headache.
I really had no idea about what to do. I didn’t want to have sex with him, because I knew I’d be left unsatisfied and it wasn’t David that I craved.
“Babe, you going to play along?”
He wanted me to watch him, so I could do that without losing my clothes.
I met his eyes. “I’ll watch, but my clothes stay,” I told him, I prayed that I didn’t really just slur my words.
His eyes went hot as he took hold of his shaft and started to move his hand, up and down over his velvety skin. He spread his legs and slowed the movement with his hand. I looked at his cock which had started to leak at the tip in excitement. I licked my lips.
He groaned. “Fuck…. touch me, Lily. Let me come with you touching me,” he begged.
Hell. I stood and tried to walk in a straight line to him, but judging by his laugh, I didn’t think I’d succeeded.
“How much whiskey did you drink?” he asked me as I kneeled on the floor.
I frowned now that I was eye level with his cock. I was really unsure how to proceed. I didn’t want to put my mouth on him.
“Turn around.” He had a stunned look on his face then he did what I asked. “Spread your legs, and put one hand on the counter and your other on your cock.”
He shuddered. “God babe, it’s hot when you’re telling me what to do.”
I really hoped I survived this.
I smoothed my hands up his calves to his thighs and then further north. His breathing became choppy while I caressed his backside
“Close,” he croaked.
I put one hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. He shouted a name, but it wasn’t mine, and came all down the door in front of him.
I stood on wobbly legs and walked into the bathroom. I locked the door, stripped and climbed into the shower. I needed to sober up and wondered who the hell Lucy was. Did he know he’d shouted someone else’s name?
The only orgasm I’d had in months was the one Michael gave me in the barn, and if he’d allowed me, I would have sucked him off. The thought of having his penis in my hand, my tongue licking along his length and lapping up his creamy white cum, was one hell of a turn on. Shit, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
Out of the shower, I dried off and pulled my clothes back on, then took a deep breath before I opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
David was sitting on the bed after he’d obviously showered in the guest bathroom.
“Are you okay, Lily?” he asked.
How did I answer that? “I’ve been better.”
He patted the bed beside him, so I walked over and sat down.
David took hold of my hand and just held it. “I’m sorry, Lily. I really am. We’ve been drifting apart for a while, and I don’t know what to do to stop it. I really don’t want to lose you. Please promise me you won’t leave me.”
I’d started to get a headache as I sat listening to David. The truth was, I didn’t know whether or not to believe him, and did I mention Lucy? I should be pissed, but I wasn’t. I probably would have been if I hadn’t met Michael.
I turned my head to look at him. “Who’s Lucy?” He froze and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. So he did know a Lucy. “Who is she? And don’t even think about lying to me.” My voice came out harsh.
He looked at me and let go of my hand. “How –”
“You shouted her name when you came.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” He put his face into his hands. “God babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He sighed. “She’s the woman from the video.”
I was stunned, to put it mildly. “Are you serious?” He looked embarrassed, so I decided to leave it. My need to sleep the whiskey off, took precedence over the conversation. I’d had enough. “I need to sleep.”
He sagged in relief.
I climbed into bed and the last thing I remember was hearing David tell me he loved me. I had no response to that. I couldn’t lie and tell him I loved him too.