Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection (7 page)

"Indeed", nodded Edwin. "Or maybe even worse are the brightly lit, shiny places filled with phony decorations.  Do you notice that people there seem to have this uneasy sense that something is…missing in their lives?"

Lily nodded, shuddering. He was speaking her deepest feelings; feelings which she had not thought about for a long time, too engrossed had she been in just working to try and make a living.

One of the reasons why she had chosen to find bar work when she first moved to London rather than something with higher pay was her conviction that she did not want to be another dreary person in a suit, slowly losing her soul as she spent every day surrounded by grey. At least in a bar she was constantly interacting with people. True, sometimes she deeply resented this interaction, but it was real, in a way that she could not imagine with a nine to five office job.

"Do
you
feel this sense that something is missing?" she asked him across the table, her eyes roving around his muscular frame. He certainly gave an air of being generally satisfied with life, and he confirmed this by smiling,

"Me? Not anymore."

Yet his eyes twinkled at her playfully, and she got the impression that he felt she knew what she should be asking next. Unsure, however, she sat lost in thought. This was certainly one of the most unusual conversations she could ever remember having. Edwin did not seem to want to talk just for the sake of talking; they had had none of the usual social exchanges and she realised that she had not found out anything about his life; how he lived or where he was from.

‘Who knows?’ she thought. Maybe underneath this talk he was just a ruthless businessman, who kicks people to get them out of his way.

But, she wasn't sure she could believe that. She did feel she was getting to know him and was enjoying the sensation of not feeling like she had to talk. They sat together in silence, comfortable, content to be without words for now. A huge mixture of emotions were being provoked inside Lily which she did not want to consider now; however, she felt tantalisingly close to…well, to
something.

"And you?" Edwin asked gently, after some minutes of simply sitting and drinking their tea.

"Huh?" asked Lily, "what about me?"

"Do you feel that something is missing?"

"Umm…" Lily looked down and then glanced up, wondering what to tell him. "Well, sometimes. I suppose…" she added thoughtfully, "that everyone feels it, sometimes.”

He laughed. "You may be right", he twinkled at her. "And it's important to have things around us to help us remember what it is we really want".

"Like what?" asked Lily, intrigued.

"Inspiration.  It comes from everywhere. From our friends... and our lovers." His sea-coloured eyes met hers and for a moment they seemed to be seeing inside her very soul. She felt a delicious twinge, down in her intimate regions, and breathed deeply, trying to contain her feelings.

"Isn’t it important for our lover to be able to fulfil our…deepest desires?" he softly suggested.

She gazed at him, thinking about Daniel and the threesome; and she felt her arousal, already stirred, growing steadily.

"Isn’t our deepest need…" he added, "to express ourselves…?"

She bit her lip, almost painfully turned on by his hypnotic presence.

But suddenly his face cracked open in another illuminating grin, breaking the spell somewhat.

“Of course, we express ourselves in all kinds of ways. What’s your favourite way?"

Lily sighed, very confused. What game was he playing?

"Well I… I like to paint", she offered. Somehow it sounded strange coming from her mouth. It was as if she was hearing an echo from a past self, which she had made quiet for so long that now she was unsure whether it could still speak up.

"And when do you feel the most…
inspired
?" asked Edwin, leaning forwards.

Lily considered. She supposed she hadn't felt inspired enough to paint for a long time. But she had been too busy working! She told herself.

"If it wasn't for my job, I suppose I would be painting all the time", she said carefully. "But, you know…everyone has to work…" he nodded sympathetically, although she got the feeling that there was still an undercurrent of humour in him. Was what she was saying funny? Maybe, to such a successful man. She took her phone out and glanced at it, realising that she was out far later than she would like to be, considering that she had to work in the morning. 

"Hey, umm… I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to go", she said, stifling a yawn. Her whole body felt ready to simply fall to the floor.

"Sorry?  It's so funny how often people say that here" he laughed. "You don't need to be sorry for anything! It's been a fantastic pleasure talking with you. I hope I didn't tire you out
too
much…"

"Oh no, it wasn't you!" she assured him. "It's been an experience! Really." She looked him in the eyes, enjoying his powerful presence, almost as if he had some kind of huge force inside him; like a flood, controlled, and waiting to pour out at just the right moment.

He moved towards her, giving her the impression of great energy, pulsating nearer.

"Then perhaps you would grace me the enjoyment of a repeat experience?" he asked.

She was already pulling her phone out of her bag, moved by his force, and handed it to him to put his number in. He did so with evident delight, and passed it back to her with another enigmatic, lingering glance. He got up to say goodbye, and kissed her politely, but tenderly, on the cheek. His lips were soft and almost humming with the power that she sensed so clearly from him. She tingled all over, closing her eyes for a second, drinking him in, forgetting herself.  After a brief eternity she came to, and smiled at him.

“Good night, Edwin", she said.

“Good night, Lily.”

She walked towards the door, and as she passed into the street she heard him once more.

"Remember..." his smooth voice reaching her from deep within, "when we are giving our true gift, life is always easy."

She paused under the awning, and nodded, though in some confusion.  And as she took the final step, leaving the building, she felt like she was stepping through the gateway of a world of magic and wonder.

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As she walked towards the bus stop, fast to stop her legs from falling asleep, she realised that she had completely forgotten to pay for the tea. Oh well, she was sure Edwin would not mind. Especially if he was as loaded as he seemed.  But if he was so rich and successful, why was he hanging out in a tiny, back street tea shop in South London? She wondered.

‘What a mysterious man,’ thought Lily, wondering what to make of him… not yet realising the depth of the enchantment.

Over the next few days, she thought a lot about what Edwin had said about inspiration. And remembering that Daniel had asked her to become involved in an art project he was working on, she called him up, asking if she could begin painting with him.

"
Heeey, Lily!" he purred down the phone. "Of course you can! I can think of some fantastic things we can do with our…painting…" she could almost feel his erection through the airwaves, exciting her immensely.

It was in very high spirits that she hunted out her art box and chose lovingly some of her favourite brushes, and a set of oil paints and one of watercolours, to take with her to Daniel's. He had said that he had materials but she wanted to bring some of hers anyway. It had been so long that it felt like a highly significant moment.

Joanna, her flatmate, noticed Lily's unusual behaviour. "Wow! What are you going to paint?" she asked, highly intrigued.

"I have no idea", admitted Lily, "but I'm sure I'm going to love it!"

"Wow", said Joanna wistfully, "I wish my life was so exciting!"

But maybe it can be, thought Lily as she sat on the bus to Daniel's place, looking out of the window at the winter sun beaming out for once, in a fleeting shaft of brilliance between the passing clouds. She supposed it was probably possible to find exciting things everywhere, if you looked. Maybe some people don't know how to look, though…

She was definitely excited to get to Daniel's place. He had implied all kinds of things with his comments, and she was eagerly imagining them painting each other's entire bodies and then making wild sex-prints on a giant sheet.

Or maybe I can paint things on him, she explored, fantasising about covering him in red with sexy little horns on his forehead, and a long, pointy tail. She giggled, breathing shallowly and glancing surreptitiously around to see if anyone on the bus could tell she was having erotic fantasies. Luckily they were all lost in their own individual worlds, plugged into headphones or staring at phone screens. At first Lily felt her arousal fading as she contemplated the all; not looking at each other; not speaking. But then she realised: they're probably all fantasising as well!

At least, I hope they are…mused Lily. Licking her lips, she alighted and made her way eagerly to her rendez vous.

She was still fantasising as she stood on Daniel's doorstep, and her knickers were already thoroughly moist by the time she entered his living room. He had relegated the cushions which habitually covered the floor liberally to the edges of the carpet, revealing a large space. She put down her bag and turned to him eagerly, her pussy moving almost without her noticing to point at him. "So," she said, "tell me all about your…project".

He looked her up and down in unconcealed lust. She was wearing a tight red shirt which seemed to accentuate her curves in all the right places, and contrasted fantastically with her deep brown hair and green eyes.

"Oh, it's a very exciting project,” he assured her, "it's going to be a mix of lots of different things… All of the most powerful media we can find, we will bring it together" - he stepped closer to Lily and clasped her hands - "bring it together in a fantastic fornication of colour and sound, and…" he pressed himself against her, rubbing his face on her neck, smelling the sweet smell of her arousal.

“Of
all
the senses", he added softly.

“Oh, really…" breathed Lily, very taken in. She pushed her face close to his, sticking out her tongue and licking his ears and cheeks.

“
All
the senses, huh?" she asked, rolling her tongue over his lips, relishing his sighs of delight. She was feeling more and more that with Daniel, she could be all that she wanted to.

"Mmmm…" he said, rubbing his whole body against hers. He was highly turned on by her excitement; more so than he had been even in their fully charged previous encounters.

"Wow, Lily", he marvelled, "you are one sexy sexy lady!"

They rubbed together again, enjoying each others' arousal, and he had to start unbuttoning that tight blouse of hers. He ripped the buttons open, so hard that one of them pinged off into a corner, making them both laugh.

"Music!" cried Daniel, and hurried over to the speaker set. Lily followed him and began to fondle him from behind, feeling his delightfully wide penis through his trousers, pushing her hand down inside to grip him seductively. He gasped, barely able to concentrate on the music machine he was fiddling with.

"This music is the kind of thing I'm talking about for our project", he explained - with difficulty, because her hand was producing a lot of gasps and moans from him.

"Oh, really?" asked Lily, intrigued on one level but also desiring, well - him. She spun him around as he stopped fiddling and a funky mix of latino and ska came through the speakers, with a meltingly smooth saxophone gliding over the top. Daniel grabbed Lily and pulled her to the space in the middle of the floor, gripping her hands as they began to dance wildly to the music. They stepped forwards, close enough to rub their crotches against each other - then back, giving each other flirtatious looks. Daniel spun Lily around with his hand above her head and as she spun back into him, laughing, she grabbed the belt of his trousers and undid it, as they continued to dance.

Delighting in their freeness, she began to pull his trousers down his legs, and he realised he could not hold back the huge waves of desire for her that were crashing over him. He stopped dancing and thrust himself out of the trousers, kicking them to the floor. Then he grabbed Lily and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately and massaging her through her trousers with his ever-stiffening penis. She responded with as much passion, tearing his boxers from him so unrestrainedly that she left red nail marks running down his thighs. The feeling of her clawing him excited him to even dizzier heights and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it roughly from her, then reached around her and clawed her bra strap undone, ripping the bra from her boobs. She clutched his T-shirt and tugged it roughly over his head as he knelt down to kiss her breasts, growling softly as he devoured them, making her moan exquisitely.

He stopped for a second to begin pulling off her trousers, but she, writhing around in pleasure, looked down at him and commanded, "Don't stop!"

So he continued to gnaw hungrily at her pert breasts as he ripped her trousers and knickers from her. He gnawed his way up her body again, ending at her face, kissing her vigorously on the mouth and grabbing her bum from behind. He spun her around and threw her to the floor on her knees, straddling her from behind and pushing his fingers into her soaking wet pussy, making it instantly even wetter.

She groaned in bliss, writhing on his fingers, then her passion overtook her and she sat up, turning, and grabbed his dick in her mouth, engulfing him and causing his entire body to shiver. She looked up at him as she slurped, turned on even more by his look of pure happiness. She sucked her fingers and played with his anus - finding his sensitive places more and more easily the more times she explored it. He shuddered and convulsed on her, fucking her mouth; her catching him with glee. She was feeling her passion overtake her increasingly uncontrollably now and she toyed with him with new vigour, sucking and fingering.

But she needed more to fulfil this deep, roaring desire and she let go of his dick, taking her fingers out of his arse and pulling him down roughly to her on the floor. He responded so readily and seamlessly his cock was inside her before they knew it, pushing, questing - deeper and deeper he thrust himself, as they thrashed around on the carpet, shouting in ecstasy. She rolled him over so that she was straddling him and looking into his eyes she fucked him, harder and harder. He thrust his hips up energetically as she bounced on top of him - helping her to reach a more and more frantic rhythm.

She had fucked him like this before but not with so much
force
: now, nothing was holding her back and she was pounding herself on his dick, clawing at his chest wildly and screaming - screaming - screaming… She convulsed and tipped her head right back, frozen in ecstasy as her orgasm throbbed over her, through her, out and around her - and all over him. Barely able to contain his total arousal, he pushed her up and guided her to the sofa, leaning her against it and then penetrating her from behind, pounding her almost as energetically as she had been pounding him. In a few delicious seconds his pounding increased to a feverish pitch and she, so sensitive after such an explosive orgasm, found herself coming again, this time with him, pushing her pussy up around his dick and wriggling with delight as he came inside her.

The funky music was still playing and Lily, deliciously satisfied but remembering her arty fantasies from earlier, was eager to play more. Turning to Daniel, she inquired seductively, "how would you like to have some arty fun?"

"Oh, Lily baby, there's nothing I'd like more," moaned Daniel, squeezing her bum.

But he pulled his sticky cock from her and stood up, looking for his clothes. "But I'm afraid that there are some things I need to do"…

Lily turned, sitting against the sofa and facing him, unsure whether he was being serious or not.

"I can't think of
anything
better to do", she smiled beguilingly. But to her light dismay, she realised that Daniel really was being serious.

"Oh, don't worry," he reassured her, as he finished re-dressing himself. "We'll have plenty of arty fun, next time…"

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