Chapter 08 - Lily Winterbrook

Before I could second-guess myself, I shifted, rolling us over so that I was hovering above her. Sliding down the bed, I lowered my head past her lips and past her tits, lower, much lower. I flicked out with my tongue and tasted her pussy, salty and sweet. She gasped, a sharp little gasp of surprise.

“Sam…?” she whispered, her voice shaky. But she didn’t push me away.

“Just… trust me,” I murmured against her. Spreading her thighs wider with my hands, I really went down on her, licking, tasting, exploring. Gods, she’s delicious.

I moved up her body slowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses over the curve of her hip and across her belly. Every taste of her made my cock throb harder. This was what I wanted. I wanted to be this close, and I wanted her. I reached her breasts, soft and full, the nipples already hard and peaked. I took one into my mouth, suckling gently, then not so gently, and she moaned, her fingers digging into my hair.

Finally, I reached her mouth, kissing her deeply, possessively. I want you so bad it hurts. Her tongue slid over mine, and her body arched up into me. I wanted to push inside her and feel her tight and wet around my cock.

“Not… yet,” she panted, and before I could argue, she pushed against my chest, rolling us over again so that she was on top.

She straddled my hips, her hair a wild, tangled curtain around us, and she looked every bit as horny as I was. Her hair dragging over my chest and belly, she slid down my body and took the head of my cock in her mouth.

“Oh. My. Gods.” I managed to choke out.

My hands automatically went to her head, my fingers tangling in her hair so I had something to hold on to. I was pretty sure I was about to come in her mouth right then. Every lick, every kiss, every suckle had my balls aching worse, until I let go of her hair to grip the sheets, my hips bucking up off the mattress.

She lifted her head and licked her lips, slowly, deliberately. “So,” she said, her lips still wet. “Is this your little rogue, then, Samuel? He’s certainly… eager.” She looked down at my cock and smiled. “Let’s see if he’s as skilled as you claim.” Without waiting for an answer, she went back to work with even more enthusiasm.

She kept at it until my thighs were shaking.

Right then, the neighbors’ bed banged against the wall three times, and a muffled moan came through after it.

I almost came right then, but I bit my lip and held it back. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I opened my eyes, looked down, and met Lily’s eyes over my cock, and we both burst out laughing. We were naked, sweaty, and getting heckled through the wall by a pair of strangers, and it was just too much.

“Seriously?” I managed to gasp between breaths, still laughing. “They’re still going?”

Lily just grinned and pulled her mouth off my cock, and I nearly whined. She climbed up, straddling my hips again, her weight a welcome pressure, her pussy hot and slick against my cock. This time, she took me in hand, lining me up, and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down, taking me balls deep inside her.

“Oh, gods,” I groaned, my head falling back against the pillows. “Lily…”

She moved, a slow, rhythmic rocking that sent shivers through me. It turned into a contest with the neighbors.

Each thrust, each moan, each bang against the wall from next door was a challenge. Lily met it head-on, her movements growing wilder, more frantic, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I gripped her hips, trying to match her pace, trying to keep up, and, if I was honest, trying to survive.

After a while, sweaty and out of breath, and more than a little intimidated by Lily’s stamina, I flipped us over. “My turn,” I growled, and before she could say a word, I was inside her, moving, driving, fucking her hard.

I leaned over her, grabbing both her hands in mine, pulling them above her head. Pinning her there, I kissed her, deep, hungry kisses that left her gasping, as I thrust into her, once, twice, three times, each stroke deeper, harder, faster. The headboard slammed against the wall, keeping rhythm with our neighbors, louder every time I fucked into her.

I wanted her to shout, to scream, to lose control completely. I wanted to make her lose control. I wanted to fuck her so hard she’d forget everyone and everything except me. But she was holding on, her body tight and responsive, her moans muffled against my mouth, her pussy clenching around me, milking me until my balls drew up tight.

Lily was so hot, so tight, I couldn’t believe it. I kept going, pushing, thrusting, her pussy squeezing me harder with every stroke. This girl who’d laughed in my face a few hours ago had me so far gone that I forgot Ashara’s mission and Felix’s smug face existed.

One last desperate thrust buried me deep, and I came hard, shooting deep inside her and yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She came right after me, shaking, squeezing me tight, her mouth open and her eyes squeezed shut, and all I got out of her was a squeak. I’d wanted her screaming, so I swore I’d get one out of her next time.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, gasping, my cock still twitching inside her. The neighbors were still going at it, though even they sounded like they were finally slowing down.

I woke to morning light coming through the thin curtains. I had no idea where I was until I felt her. She was pressed warm against my side with her hair tickling my chest, and her breath puffed slow and even against my skin.

Lily was still here.

She was curled against me, one arm thrown across my chest, her face peaceful in sleep, her blonde hair a mess and still pretty. I watched her for a moment, her lips parted and her eyelashes twitching while she dreamed, and I hoped I was in the dream. My chest went warm, and it hit me that I really liked her. I hadn’t liked anyone like this since, well, since Maya dumped me for Brutus.

This was different, though. With Maya, I’d been desperate and clingy, always trying to prove I was good enough for her. With Lily, it felt easier and more natural, and I could just be myself, lies and all.

I shifted, trying not to wake her, but her blue eyes opened anyway and squinted at me, sleepy and confused, and I watched her work out whose bed she was in.

“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice scratchy with sleep. She stretched against me, all warm, bare skin against mine, and my cock twitched awake despite the night we’d had.

“Hey,” I croaked back. “Sleep well?”

She smiled, and I wanted to kiss it right off her face. “Better than I have in ages.” She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with her head tilted, sizing me up. “You’re full of surprises, Samuel Thornwood.”

I grinned, feeling a flush of pride. “Good surprises, I hope.”

“Very good,” she confirmed, leaning down to kiss me. It was different from our kisses last night. This one was slow and lazy, and it still went straight to my cock. She pulled back. “Though I’m not sure if I should be flattered or offended that you were sent to seduce me as a test.”

I winced, remembering Ashara’s mission. “I’m sorry about that. It was… I shouldn’t have—”

She silenced me with another kiss, this one firmer, more insistent. “I’m teasing, Sam. Besides,” she added, “I think I passed the test with flying colors, don’t you?”

I laughed, my shoulders dropping. “If anyone passed a test last night, it was definitely me. You were… incredible.”

She preened at the compliment, sitting up fully now, the sheet falling away to reveal her firm and perky breasts. The morning light was on her skin, and I wanted my mouth on every curve of her. Ashara was gorgeous too, but touching Ashara would get my hand cut off. Lily I could grab, and I wanted to.

“I should probably get going,” she said, though she made no move to leave. Instead, she shifted, throwing one leg over me so that she was straddling my hips, the sheet now completely discarded. “I have a stall to open, flowers to sell…”

I placed my hands on her hips, holding her in place. “Stay,” I said, surprising myself with how hard it came out. “Just a little longer.”

She smiled at that and leaned down, her hair falling around our faces. “Well,” she murmured, her lips brushing mine, “since you asked so nicely…”

Her hand slipped between us and wrapped around my cock, and she was already slick and ready. She sank down on me with a soft sigh, taking me deep inside her, and I groaned. This was slower than last night. She rolled her hips in long, lazy circles, grinding down on me.

I watched her face as she moved, the way her eyes fluttered closed, the flush that spread across her cheeks, her lips parting as she gasped. She let me see all of it, and watching her ride my cock like that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

My hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the line of her throat. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, so I’d have something to jerk off to later.

I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. She was tightening around me, her movements becoming more erratic, her breath hitching. I reached between us, found her clit, and circled it with my thumb, and her eyes flew open as her hips jerked.

“Sam,” she gasped, her voice breaking on my name. “I’m—I’m going to—”

“Yes,” I urged, increasing the pressure, the speed of my thumb. “Come on, Lily. I want to watch you come.”

She came hard on top of me, her body arching, her pussy pulsing around me. Seeing her come like that did it for me, and I came right after her, filling her up with a groan.

She collapsed on top of me, limp as a wet rag, her breath hot against my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, her heart pounding fast against my chest.

“That,” she said into my neck, “was a much better way to start the day than selling flowers.”

I laughed, the sound rumbling in my chest. “Glad to be of service.”

She propped herself up again, looking down at me. “You know, for a rogue-wanna-be, you’re not half bad.”

I feigned offense, but couldn’t keep the smile from my face. “I’ll have you know I’m a real rogue. Just… in training.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed. “Well, whatever you are, I like it.” She gave me a quick kiss before rolling off me and sitting up. “But now I really do need to go.”

I propped my head on my arm and admired her while she gathered her clothes, bending and stretching for each piece, naked and not the least bit shy about it. Every time she bent over, I got a good look at her cute little ass, and I hoped she’d dropped something under the bed.

“Will I see you again?” I asked, hating how needy it came out.

She stopped with one arm in her sweater and looked at me, surprised and pleased. “I’d like that,” she said softly. “I’m at the market most days. Or you could come by my place sometime. It’s not much, but it’s home.”

“Try and stop me.”

She finished dressing, then came back to the bed, leaning down for one last kiss. “Until next time, Samuel Thornwood,” she whispered against my lips.

I watched her go, happy and already missing her.

I lay there for a while, smelling her on the sheets, sore in places I hadn’t known could get sore. But eventually, my stomach growled loud enough that I gave up and reluctantly dragged myself out of bed.

The common room of the Crooked Nail was already full when I came downstairs, and it smelled like sizzling bacon and strong coffee. Sun came through the windows and lit up the dust over the tables. I’d have sold my boots for a plate of that bacon.

Maple spotted me from behind the bar and waved me over, her ears perking up. “Well, well,” she said as I approached, her tail curling, “look who finally decided to join the land of the living.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your little flower girl came down, grabbed her cloak and her crates, and left with quite the glow about her, sweetness. I take it you had a… productive evening?”

My neck went hot, but I couldn’t keep a straight face. “You could say that.”

Maple laughed. “I thought so. The walls in this place aren’t exactly thick, dear.” She winked, then gestured to an empty table in the corner. “Go on and sit. I’ll bring you something to eat. You must be famished after all that… exertion.”

I sat down, and a few people at the other tables turned to look at me. I figured half the inn had heard me and Lily last night. I couldn’t bring myself to care, though.

Maple appeared a few minutes later, setting down a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and fresh bread, along with a steaming mug of coffee. “Get that down you,” she said, patting my shoulder. “You’ll need your strength.”

I was halfway through the meal when someone stopped beside my table. “If it isn’t the conquering hero.”

It was Felix, smirking down at me. He was dressed in his usual black clothes, the fabric clinging to his slender frame in ways I had no business noticing over breakfast. His violet eyes stayed on mine as he slid into the seat across from me without waiting for an invitation.

“Felix,” I acknowledged, taking a sip of my coffee. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Just thought I’d come see how our resident rogue-in-training is faring after his… eventful night.” His gaze flicked down my body and back up. “You look well-rested, considering the racket you were making. That flower girl must be quite something.”

I wanted to punch him for talking about her so casually, but I kept my face still. “She is,” I said simply.

“So I gathered. Though I must say, I am a little hurt you didn’t invite me to join in the fun.” He reached across the table, his fingers dragging over mine, and my cock twitched under the table even while I wanted to snap those fingers off. “Next time, perhaps?”

Before I could respond, Maple came back and set a plate in front of Felix. “Behave yourself, Felix,” she chided, though she was smiling when she said it. “Let the poor boy eat his breakfast in peace.”

Felix put on his most innocent face. “I am always on my best behavior, Maple dear.”

She snorted, her tail flicking. “That’s what worries me.” She turned to me. “That girl seems sweet, Sam. Don’t let this one scare her off.” She jerked her thumb at Felix, who clutched his chest in mock offense.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Felix protested. “I am simply offering my… services, should they be required.”

Maple rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving us alone again. Felix turned his attention to his food, cutting into his eggs in neat little strokes that somehow still looked dirty.

“So,” he said, “did you pass our dear mistress’s little test?”

“I passed,” I replied, trying to keep my face blank.

“Good,” Felix said. He picked a strip of bacon off his plate, ate it slowly while he looked me over, and stood up.

He slipped off through the crowd between chairs and elbows and never once looked back. Felix didn’t care about anybody’s tests but his own, so why the hell did he care whether I’d passed mine?

I finished my breakfast, paid Maple, and promised to be quieter next time (which made her laugh and swat at me with a dish towel), and headed out into the crisp morning air. I had training with Ashara later, and I knew it would be brutal, but for now, I let myself enjoy a full belly and the memory of Lily’s smile.

I had a full belly, a sore cock and a girl who wanted to see me again, and for once in my life, Ashbourne felt like it might actually be mine.