The Apartment (Apartment #1) (15 page)

“Fuck,” he groaned, slowly taking in her naked body on the midnight blue sheets. That color looks breathtaking on you.”

Emboldened by his words and his hungry eyes, Lily spoke up. “You look so sexy in your jeans and nothing else, but I want you to take them off.”

“Oh you do, do you?”

“Yes. I don’t want to be the only one naked.”

Ethan smiled and slowly began unbuttoning his fly, thoroughly enjoying the admiration in her eyes. He knew that he was an attractive man, but he’d never in his life felt as desired as he did when she looked at him.

When his jeans had pooled around his ankles, he stepped out of them without taking his eyes off of her. “There. Is that better?” he asked, coming forward to kneel on the foot of the bed.

“God yes,” she moaned. “You are so beautiful, sometimes it hurts to look at you.”

“Where does it hurt?” he said with a smile, arching his eyebrow.

“You know exactly where,” she giggled.

His face suddenly became serious. “I can’t believe you actually brought this with you today,” he said, holding up the vibrator. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled, but I wasn’t sure that you would be ready yet.”

“Well, I wanted to watch you again, too. I had no idea that seeing you do that could be so… erotic.” Lily bit her lip again, eying his swollen erection that was currently curving back toward his navel.

“Believe me, beautiful, if you share this with me today,
that
is a definite. It’s already getting difficult to keep from stroking it. You look so amazing like this.” He looked down at the toy in his hand and back to her. “God, just thinking about seeing you use this is making me throb.”

“Oh!” Lily felt her stomach clench violently, her lust hitting her like a punch in the gut.

“Now,” he said, holding the toy up in front of her, “I want you to answer a few questions for me, is that okay?” When she nodded, he continued. “Is this the first toy you’ve owned?”

“Yes—my only one.”

“Do you think it’s big? I mean, have you experienced bigger?”

“Not before you,” she blushed again.

“Will you show me how you use this? And not just how you think I want you to use it. Pretend I’m not even here if you must.” He handed it to her and she took it eagerly, her nerves all but vanished.

Lily lay back on the pillows and turned it on to the lowest setting. She slowly parted her legs, revealing her dripping flesh to his gaze. As she moved it down between her thighs, she watched his face closely for his reaction. She had no intention of pretending that he wasn’t there—it was turning her on more than anything she’d ever experienced.

She started out by sliding the vibrator over her slick skin, letting her juices coat it as she enjoyed the feeling of the vibrations against her clitoris. Her stranger was watching its movements with rapt attention, and when she saw him lick his lips she couldn’t bite back a moan.

Unable to wait any longer, Lily shifted her hand so that the toy slid down lower, to her entrance. With a slight adjustment she angled it correctly and slowly began to insert it, moaning louder at the feeling of fullness as well as the deep vibrations.

After pushing it all the way in and pulling it nearly all the way out a few times, she heard him hiss violently, almost as if he were in pain. “Fuck!”

When he finally looked up into her questioning eyes, he groaned again. “God… I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to handle this.” His cock was already weeping and he hadn’t even touched it.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Hell no, this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Tell me—does it feel good?” His voice was shaking.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“May I help?” he asked, licking his lips again.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried out.

Ethan leaned forward and replaced her hand with his own. He pulled the toy out gently, looking it over closely before bringing the tip of it back to her glistening folds. “You’re so wet,” he moaned, sliding it up and down against her, circling her clit again before carefully pushing it back inside her. “God that looks amazing. Does it feel good like this?”

Lily was beyond speech, too busy twisting and moaning on the bed, her only communication grunts and moans. When he suddenly turned up the speed on the vibrator, her hips bucked wildly and she let out a surprised yell. Ethan started thrusting harder and she knew by the involuntary shaking of her body that she wasn’t going to last long.

“No…wait,” she panted, desperate to break his rhythm.

“What?” he replied, barely able to tear his eyes away from the sight of her body thrusting against his hand.

“You!” Lily gasped. She knew then that she didn’t have anything to lose by being honest. “I don’t want to finish yet. I want to watch you!”

Ethan didn’t need to be asked twice. He grabbed her hand and placed it back on the toy. “Here, you control the speed, alright?” When she nodded, he sat back on his knees and watched her again, but this time his gaze was full of such concentration that she expected him to start drooling at any moment.

“Wait!” she interrupted before he had even touched himself. “I can’t see you well enough from this angle. Please come closer.” She was starting to like how it felt to tell him what she wanted.

He scooted around the edge of the bed, stopping when he was kneeling at her left side. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her movements, but now Lily could see him as well. She watched as he took a deep breath and gripped himself tightly, shuddering from the contact. At the very first pump of his fist, she started to shake.

“Oh, please don’t stop!” she begged him, grinding her hips harder against her vibrator, fucking it in earnest. “I want you to fuck your hand,” she panted as she moved more violently.

He groaned loudly and reached over, slipping his hand between her folds, working his fingers around the toy until they were dripping. Moving quickly back to his erection, he smeared her fluids all over his swollen cock for lubrication. That time when he gripped himself, he threw his head back and cried out at the sensation of her moisture.

Lily watched him work himself, squeezing and pulling, much more roughly than she would have imagined he’d like. She could see the beautiful tip turning darker as his hand pumped up and down, his hips thrusting forward.

“Oh God!” Lily moaned. “That’s it! Please… I want you to fuck it like you’re inside me.” She kept moving her gaze back and forth from his face to his pumping fist and his flexing hips. “Because I’m fucking you right now. This is you inside me… it’s your cock… it will only ever be you whenever I use it from now on.”

Ethan snarled loudly, reaching his free hand over and rubbing her clitoris while her hips bucked against her own hand’s movements, penetrating herself deeper with each thrust.

“Come for me,” he growled, leaning over her now, pumping his hips forward into his slippery grip. “I’m so fucking close. I want to watch you come for me first!” The desperation in his voice mirrored the feelings that were swelling in Lily’s chest.

She began shaking and bucking her hips wildly, tears streaming freely down her face as she found her release.

“Fuck!” he screamed. “You’re so fucking beautiful! God, I can’t hold it!” He sat back on his knees again, but when he tried to move away from her, she reached out and grabbed his hip, pleading with her eyes for him to stay right where he was.

Ethan cried out at the top of his lungs, his orgasm ripping through him like a freight train. Lily watched his body erupt in thick bursts of fluid, and when she felt the hot liquid land on her chest she surprised them both by letting out a loud cry, her body clenching tightly around the toy that was still sending vibrations through her sensitive body. She hadn’t expected the second orgasm so soon, but feeling his come had triggered something primal inside of her.

After handing her one of his old t-shirts to clean up with, Ethan collapsed next to her on the bed, his mind reeling from what they had just shared. Lily discreetly wiped herself off and wrapped the toy up in the shirt until she could wash it later, setting it down beside the bed. Curling into his side, she kissed him sweetly before laying her head on his chest.

“That was amazing,” she purred against his skin, loving the feel of his fingers gently stroking her back.

“Will you stay?” he whispered as he kissed her shoulder, not ready to let her go just yet. He would worry about why he felt that way later.

“For as long as I can,” she promised quietly, stifling a yawn, not wanting to think about boring dinners and obligations.

As they drifted off to sleep, they both realized that they had never experienced anything so honest and open in their lives.

Later that night, after barely dragging herself away from her beautiful stranger, Lily went back to what she had now come to think of as her hum-drum life. After a quick jump in the shower before her dad got home, she ran downstairs to finish dinner.

She had prepared a casserole before work—that way, when she got home, she only needed to throw it in the oven to bake. She was cutting corners everywhere she could think of to get the most out of her free time. Cooking had always been a fun, relaxing thing for her to do when she got home at night; it always helped her wind down. But now, she could hardly give a shit if she ever ate again, as long as she could slowly starve with him. If it weren’t for her need to keep up appearances, she would tell George to go back to burning his beloved steaks all by himself and not to expect her back for dinner—ever.

While the casserole baked, Lily let her mind wander as she cut up some vegetables for a salad. Unable to stop them, the steamier events of the afternoon replayed themselves in her mind over and over again: the salty taste of his sweaty skin, the look of hunger on his face as he watched her use her toy, the way he threw his head back and bit his lip before exploding all over her chest. She even found herself wishing that she hadn’t needed to wash it off so soon. She would have liked to smell like him for as long as possible.

Lily didn’t know what to make of that desire. Semen had always been a necessary evil in the past, and one that she was happy to have trapped away in a slimy condom after the deed was done, but there was just something different about her stranger. The thought of using condoms with him made her want to cry. She wanted the most potent, pure essence of him, and she couldn’t get enough. She wanted it dripping from her everywhere: her pussy, her tits, even her mouth.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She had never been so wanton in her life. She had always enjoyed sex to a point, but had never experienced any true freedom in that department before now. Now, this beautiful man made her body sing out loud with joy; he could play her like a violin. He completely obliterated any traces of shame or bashfulness whenever they were together.

Scooping the chopped vegetables into a large bowl, Lily found her thoughts drifting from her mysterious partner’s sexual prowess to the man himself. Where was he from? Did he paint professionally or for fun? How long was he going to be in town? What was he doing for the rest of his life?

What the hell was his name?

She often came back to that one, usually while lying in her bed at night. Nothing she tried to call him seemed to fit—he was just too different from anyone she had ever met before. Whatever his name, she knew it just had to be something unique or uncommon. It would surprise her to find out after all this time that his name was John or Steve.

Setting the bowl down on the table with a loud thud, Lily decided that it was time she got some answers from him. She knew that she’d never get the big questions answered, at least not yet, but he had been enjoying extracting information from her lately, and she wanted in on the fun. She was halfway through creating a mental list of questions to ask him the next time she went to the apartment when her father walked in.

“What are you daydreaming about?” he said from the doorway, startling Lily so much that she jumped.

“Nothing,” she replied, fighting back a blush.

“You can’t fool me,” he smiled. “I know that look. You were off in la-la-land there, weren’t you?”

“No!” She couldn’t hide her blush this time, so she busied herself with taking the casserole out of the oven. George rarely played around, so she was surprised when he continued with his teasing.

“Come on, you can tell your old man,” he smiled. “Were you hearing wedding bells?”

“Huh?” Lily was completely at a loss.

“You two. Have you ever gotten around to setting a date? I thought you had agreed it would be later this fall.”

“Oh,” she consciously forced herself to stop from rolling her eyes. Scott. He was the last thing on her mind at the moment. “No, we still haven’t set it yet. We had talked about September, but I’m not sure if I want it that soon.”

“Hmm, well better get down to it, Lil. I know you don’t want anything fancy, but from what I’ve heard, it can take months to finalize those plans, even if it’s only something small.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Uh, dinner is ready,” she said, eagerly changing the subject.

Just as they were sitting down to their meal, a loud rumbling could be heard outside, followed by the echoes of heavy footsteps climbing the front stairs.

“Knock, knock,” a familiar voice called out, opening the door without waiting to be invited.

“Hey, Scott! How’s it going?” George said with a smile. “Come for dinner?” He reached over and pulled out another chair at the small table.

“Yeah, if that’s okay.” He sat down and looked over at Lily. “I tried to call you earlier to see if we were still on for tonight, but your phone kept going straight to voicemail.”

“Oh. Sorry about that. I turned it off when I got to the gym. I must have forgotten to turn it back on.”

“Well, don’t just sit there Scott, dig in!” George helped himself to a large portion of casserole and the tiniest scoop of salad. Scott followed suit, wolfing down the food while barely taking time to chew it.

Lily sat there watching the two men in her life as she picked at her own food. Only a week ago she had thought they were the most important people in the world to her, even if they were a bit annoying at times. George had his hunting with its never-ending supply of gamey meat, and Scott had his daddy issues and he often ignored her for his drinking buddies, but still, she had cared about them. Hell, she still cared, but there was something growing inside her that was shifting her priorities around.