“No, you don’t understand.” She searched for the words. “I can’t change how I look, what happened.”
He brushed her cheek with his fingers. “I’m not asking you to.”
She stared at the ceiling. “There are many women out there. You will find one who can be what you need. I can’t.”
“Why,” he growled, “because of your scars?”
She shook her head. “They will never go away.”
He gripped her hair. “I understand. Your scars don’t change the way I feel about you.”
“You deserve, you need someone, who can be…,” she whispered, her eyes trained on his lips.
“Who can be what?” his fingers slid through her hair.
She glanced into his eyes. “You have to forget me. We can never be.”
“Yes, we can,” he growled, running his fingers over her lips.
A tear rolled down her face, she knew better. “I wish that were true.” She traced her fingers over his cheek, his eyes; her touch full of wonder.
“It can be.” He closed his eyes, twisting his head into her touch.
She smiled. She wasn’t going to argue with him not when they could be doing something else. She understood how this would pan out for her.
Come tomorrow she would go home. Back to her lonely life, her lonely apartment always grateful for the kindness, the passion he had shown her. Maybe now she could come to live with her scars instead of being afraid of them.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Clay stared at Lily. She didn’t believe him. He wasn’t sure how to go about convincing her. He was not going to let her walk out of his life tomorrow. He couldn’t.
He lowered his head, their mouths met and her passion and need exploded. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing her body into his.
He groaned, pulling her into a sitting position. He knew believing in someone had to be learned, earned, not given, and he had to earn it. He would.
She rubbed her body against his.
He grabbed her shirt pulling it over her head, unhooking her bra. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders, off his arms, and their chests met. She moaned against his lips.
“Stand.” He held her hand to help her.
She stood on the bed, watching him unbutton her jeans. He pulled them and her underwear down. Once at her ankles, she sat, helping him remove them. He leaned back, stripping his jeans off as well.
Her eyes ate him up, loving that he was always ready for her. She climbed over him, kneeling as she slipped her hands into his hair kissing him. She rubbed her breasts against his chest her tongue dueling with his.
His hands cruised down her sides over her ribs and back up to her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. She moaned into his mouth, gasping as he pinched them.
She broke the kiss, dragging her lips down his chest licking and sucking his nipples. Her lips moved over his stomach, taking his cock into her mouth, flicking his head with her tongue. Her hand circled him, loving the feel of his silky skin in her hands.
She moved her mouth slowly up and down on his cock as his fingers tangled in her hair his hips beginning to pump into her mouth.
He groaned, arching his neck back. He pulled her away. She glanced at him. He grabbed her hips pulling her up to him. “Turn around and straddle my mouth.”
Intrigued, she did, spreading her knees over his shoulders as his hands caressed her ass. He pulled her down, pushing her legs wider, burying his tongue in her pussy.
She moaned before sucking him into her mouth again. She cupped his balls stroking his base in tempo with her mouth moving along his shaft.
He slid a finger deep inside of her sucking her clit as she took more of him into her mouth.
His release simmering he surged into her mouth. “Lily.”
She rolled her tongue around his head.
He surged into her mouth again, clasping her hips tighter. He flicked her clit before resting his mouth against her thigh.
He couldn’t think. His body was out of control. He wanted to slam into her mouth, to shoot down her throat.
She was on fire, but wanted to bring him to his release. She moved off him, kneeling on the bed sucking his head before flicking her tongue around it.
He growled lowly, his fingers entwining in her hair, surging he shoved his cock farther into her mouth.
She took him, all she could; keeping the pace, the suction as his muscles tensed, his release breaking.
“Lily,” Clay growled, his fingers clenching her head tightly. His hips pushed up against her as he shot in her mouth and down her throat.
She swallowed some and dribbled some on him. She didn’t care and didn’t think he would either. She kept up the motion until his hips barely moved, his fingers loosening in her hair.
She ran her tongue through his pubic hair, smiling. She had wanted to do what she had seen the girls do to the band members all those times in her parent’s house.
She slid up, lying next to him, her hand on his chest.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her up to his mouth. She spread her legs over his shoulders again, but this time she faced him.
He gripped her thighs, pushing them apart as he pulled her down to his mouth. He licked her clit, laving at her pussy lips before sucking and nipping.
She pumped her hips against his mouth, leaning forward she placed her hands on the bed, gripping the bedspread in her fists. She spread her legs more, pushing her pussy into his mouth.
He gripped her ass as his tongue worked her clit. He sucked before slamming his tongue inside of her. Lily’s moans were the sweetest sounds he ever heard.
He grabbed her waist pulling her back up, pushing her back to lie on top of him. He spread her pussy lips, flicking his tongue, his eyes on her face. “Touch your breasts for me.”
She swallowed, glancing down at him.
“I want to watch, go ahead play with them.” He grabbed her hand, guiding it up to her breast.
She moved her other hand up under her breast massaging them with her thumbs on her nipples.
He flicked her clit, his eyes on her hands. He grabbed her hips tighter pulling her closer to his mouth sucking her clit into his mouth.
Her head fell back.
“Squeeze them. Tease your nipples.” He placed his hand on top of hers, pushing, and massaging her own hand into her breasts. She bucked her hips. His tongue slid over her clit again.
She arched into his mouth. “Clay.”
He wrapped his other arm over her waist keeping her body in place. His fingers massaged, teasing her breasts with her.
He nipped then sucked her clit. She sobbed, slamming down against his mouth, her fingers tightening on her breasts. His tongue licked her juices as the release flowed through her body.
Her body at ease, she lay on top of him. She could feel his cock throbbing against her shoulder.
He kissed her thighs pulling her up. “Slide off,” he said, his tawny eyes dark.
She knelt in front of him.
“Turn around and kneel.” His fingers glided along her thigh.
She turned her ass toward him. He clasped her waist kneeling behind her, his cock throbbing against her thighs. He thrust his cock into her pussy until he balls was deep.
She quivered. He pushed her closer to the bed, his hands caressing her ass as he began to pump fast and hard into her.
She clenched her fists in the covers, her breasts jiggling as they hung with each of his strokes. She glanced over her shoulder at him. His head thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted as he pumped into her. Sweat streamed down his chest, glistening in the light.
He growled, opening his eyes, watching her eyes flare with each of his strokes. His fingers gripped her hips, his neck arched and the tide broke. He slammed into her, riding her powerfully, his eyes never leaving hers.
She closed her eyes, her body shuddering as her pussy muscles clenched his cock. He exploded inside of her, his seed shooting deep, a groan escaping his lips.
She collapsed on the bed, Clay following right on top of her, his breathing heavy in her ear. He rolled them to their sides, his lips brushing her shoulder.
She reached back tracing her fingers over his cheek snuggling closer. He was soft, but still inside of her and she smiled as her eyes closed.
Chapter 18
She was almost ready for dinner. She wore the dress Clay bought her, but was nervous. She kept checking in the mirror, looking for gaps in the dress, to see if any of her scars showed.
She turned, seeing Clay standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, a habit of his and she smiled.
He smiled back. “Don’t worry. You are beautiful.” He walked over to stand in front of her, stroking her cheek. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
She bit her lip, staring into his eyes. She didn’t believe him. She couldn’t, but she wanted to. He probably only said these things to her because she was having sex with him.
“I am serious.” He watched her dusky eyes, the doubts race across them.
She chewed her cheek. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” He hid his smile, knowing that was her way of avoiding a conversation.
He cupped her cheeks. “Lily, you are beautiful to me,” he whispered, “you have always been and will always be.”
Her eyes lit up, but she didn’t comment.
He kissed her, looking down. “You are not ready. Where are your shoes?”
She laughed. “I have to put them on.” She sat on the bed rolling her stockings on.
He sat next to her. “Why wear stockings and garters, not that I mind because they are hot, but most women wear pantyhose?”
She glanced up at him, chewed her cheek for a moment, taking a deep breath she confessed. “Pantyhose irritates the scars on my stomach, the nylon makes them itch.”
He ran his fingers over her stockings. “What is the difference?”
“The material is different, these are silk.” She ran her fingers along the stocking next to his. “Not nylon, the silk doesn’t pull or scratch the scars as much, it is softer.”
“I see.” He watched her bend over, rolling the stocking on her leg.
She clipped the stocking to her garter. “These only come up to my thighs, I have fewer scars there, so if there is irritation is not as bad as when I wear pantyhose on my stomach.”
“Is that why your underwear is cotton?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks tingled; surprised he noticed the underwear she wore. “I find cotton doesn’t irritate. It’s uncomfortable for me when my clothes irritate the scars, making them itch then the scars get red and stick out even more.”
He watched as she clipped the other stocking to her garter. “I think those are hot, I love seeing them on your legs.”
Her face grew hotter.
He moved his hand to her chin tilting, whispering against her lips. “I love you, Lily.”
She froze, her eyes caught in his tawny gaze.
“I do, Lily.” Clay stroked her cheek.
“Clay, I… I…,” she stuttered.
“Sh…, I don’t expect you to say anything,” he whispered, “I only want you to know.”
His lips brushed hers again. Her dusky eyes were large, full of doubt as she stared at him. He knew in his heart Lily loved him. Her past, the man who hurt her stood in the way. For some reason, she thought once he found out who had hurt her he wouldn’t want her anymore.
He understood her. How she thought. He needed to show her so she could believe. Words were not enough for Lily. Not anymore. Not after all that happened to her.
“Come on.” He stood his hand out to her. “We have to meet the others.”
She put her hand in his. Standing, she slipped on her shoes.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath, looking down at her outfit again. “I am.”
They headed out of the suite to the elevator; Lily glanced up at Clay, a smile on her lips, squeezing his fingers.
He squeezed hers back.
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Melissa smiled, walking up to Lily and Clay. “Lily, you look lovely.”
“Thank you.” Lily giggled, realizing Melissa noticed the change in the type of clothes she wore.
Clay laughed softly next to her.
“How are you two tonight?” Melissa kissed Clay on the cheek then Lily.
“Fine and you?” Lily squeezed Clay’s fingers.
“Very well.” Melissa slid her arm through Lily’s free arm.
Clay saw Jacob motion to him.
“Melissa,” Clay loosened his fingers. “Will you keep Lily company? Jacob is beckoning me.”
“Yeah, sure.” Melissa squeezed Lily’s arms against her side. “I will introduce you around to those you haven’t met while the boys talk security.”
“Security?” Lily asked.
“Jacob is the head of security for the band,” Melissa explained, gesturing toward Jacob.
Lily walked with Melissa chatting as she introduced her around.
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Clay stopped in front of Jacob watching Lily and Melissa walk the other way. “Did you find anything?”