#The feeling of having your thighs tremble and shake around them after an orgasm?? Fabulous. And the overstimulated whimper?

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Part 4 of murmuring u want them inside u with karasu, otoya and yukimiya?? (the trio💪)

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Absentmindedly murmuring that you want him inside of you during practice part 5;

NSFW 

Includes; Sae, Rin, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 2 (Chigiri, Reo) and part 3 (Kaiser, Barou) and part 4 (Nagi, Shidou, Kunigami)

The demand for Sae and Rin in the requests is CRAZYYY 👀 I see you guys, I hear y’all, I finally found the time (and inspo) to write, so here’s five of the remaining bllk crew 🤭🤭🤭 FYI Sae’s the roughest one to start with here SJGDJHSGSD the others are a bit milder/romantic

Sae: he raises an eyebrow the moment he catches your simmering gaze. You have an interesting way of causing him trouble. But nonetheless, he chooses to focus on his practice, effectively ignoring your amorous expression - he’s too good at playing aloof, but on the inside he’s less than calm; it messes with him more than you and even he himself realizes. But that aloof facade doesn’t falter even as he’s walking towards you during his break, expression as indifferent as always, though there’s a teasing note in his voice as he says, “You’re unusually brazen today, are you asking for more?” His question refers to how he had you last night, making you whimper beneath him as he pushed your head down into the mattress, fucking into you. Just referring to that would usually make you so flustered you’d immediately blush, avoiding his eyes as you half-heartedly scolded him - but right now… Instead of reacting shyly, you let out a deep romantic sigh, eyes hooded and dreamy as you murmur something about wanting him inside of you. Eyebrows shooting up, he stares at you for a moment for your bold and unabashed request, wondering for a quick moment if he misheard you. But your wanton gaze dispels that doubt instantly, and he scoffs at your shamelessness. ‘Seems like I broke your brain’ he wants to say, but the words don’t leave him, dying down in his throat as he stares at you for a moment longer, heat building up inside him as he catches the way your eyelashes flutter, and the way your pouty lips part. Oh, you’re definitely asking for more, alright. Asking for him to pin you down and shove his cock in deep, bite down on your shoulders to make you cry out as he roughly thrusts into you. He’ll keep pounding away into you, a bruising grip on your hips as he grunts in your ear, mocking you and asking you if this is what you wanted. All of your sounds, he’ll soak them in, tug on your hair to hear you yelp as he pulls you into a messy kiss - pulling apart only when he’s buried deep inside of you, hips stuttering as he releases and fills you up. His fantasy is broken when he realizes what kind of heated gaze he’s sending you - and no way in hell is going to be caught by someone with a half-decent camera looking at his girlfriend like he wants to bend her over - so he looks away and gulps down his water, wiping his mouth. “... If you want me that badly, then be a good girl and stop causing me trouble,” he says, without elucidating what he even meant by something as arbitrary as ‘good girl’ and causing him trouble - but maybe that’s the point. Because both of you know whether you’re ‘good’ or ‘bad’ he’s going to fuck you - the only difference being how much rougher he is when you’ve been bad. After that, practice doesn’t go as well for him as it should, to the point that the coach decides to dismiss him early (him, in particular), kindly patting him on the shoulder as he tells him to ‘relax’ and not ‘worry’ about the upcoming match. Classic Sae, he shoves his hand off, telling him to shut the fuck up with his assumptions, and makes his way over to the showerrooms. After that humiliating experience, don’t think you’re going to get away without some discipline.  

Rin: there is always a hint of pride blooming knowing you’re right there, watching him, supporting him, though he would never say it to you. He makes sure to not be distracted, but after every goal he still looks your way as you cheer loudly, calling his name with that kind of cheery glee that always makes his heart flutter - except this time you’re silent. It takes him a moment of sweeping his gaze over to find you for this reason, and when he finds you, his heart stops for another reason… What’s up with those eyes? Those dreamy, dazed eyes, face sat in your hands as you languidly watch him, were you even really there? Dammit, don’t just sit there like that, wanting him - but then what else were you supposed to do? It’s not like he wants you to stop… wanting him… or to go away… But still, dammit. This kind of frenzied panic only happens for a moment, though, before he sweeps his gaze away and goes back to practise like his heart isn’t thundering from your stupid audacity. Stupid, lukewarm idiot. When it’s his break and he’s walking over to you, there is a vexed crease between his eyebrows as he glares down at you - but it’s so obvious he’s anything but mad when the tips of his ears are burning up like that, his lips downturned in what can only be read as a flustered frown. “What the hell are you doing?” Stop looking like you want to be taken, dammit. You hum in response, a small, pining sound, soft like cotton and all things blissful. “I want you inside of me, Rin…” Pretty eyes widening and pupils dilating, his mouth parts open slightly in complete shock - you - you - what? What? It takes him a moment to regain himself, heart pulsing wildly right beneath his skin as he observes your dazed, adoring eyes as you look up at him, expression nothing but lovesick and yearnful, and fucking hell he loses his mind. You have no clue, do you? How much he dreams of you looking at him like that, like he’s your whole world, your entire universe, like you’re so taken in by him. It makes his heart constrict, antsy to do something - to you - because that’s the only thing that can calm this desperate need, dammit. He wants to give you the whole world, keep you trapped on his bed under his large frame as he makes love to you over and over again - until his name is the only thing you can cry out, sobbing, as he fills you up repeatedly, making you take him. He wants to see you ruined by him, all vulnerable and weak beneath him, helpless to his neverending affection. Oh, yeah, he’ll give it all to you, every piece of bliss possible. But… Not right now. Your timing is horrible. Beyond horrible. And the fact that he can’t fuck you right now pisses him off beyond anything, so as the shock leaves his expression, instead it morphs into a deep frown with an unforgettable blush. “... You better keep that energy by the time I’m done with practice, fucking freak.” Or else he’ll make you regret putting him through this dilemma right inbetween practice. Don’t play with him, dammit.

Karasu: he usually tells you to not bother trying to hide it, because he can always tell when you’re wanting him, yearning for him. But this time it seems like he has no need to tell you something like that; you’re making no attempt to hide your completely apparent and obvious neediness, glassy eyes showcasing your wanton stupor, and the way that you’re flushed… Yeah, he’s absolutely sure he knows exactly what’s going on in your mind. He pretends not to, though, as he continues on with practice - the way he can control his expressions and mannerisms down to the subtlest details is never not impressive. And he continues on with the whimsical charade as he saunters over to you, though he’s itching to tease you - nah, he’ll save it for later, when he can tease you all you he wants and then take his time having you… “Ya okay? Seems like ya have no energy, didn’t finish yer breakfast again, eh? I’ll take ya out for lunch later, how about it?” He plays oblivious, seemingly genuinely concerned, like he doesn’t know exactly what your deal is. That sentiment is immediately shattered into non-existence, and even he can’t control the way his eyes widen when you whisper that lewd sentence. Oh…? You want him inside, huh…? Need him that badly, hm? Expression falling under his control within a moment, he looks away from you for a moment as he chuckles to himself, but he can’t deny the shiver that had wrecked through him the moment your low seductive whisper had assailed his senses. “A little desperate there, aren’t ya?” You have no clue how good you sound, what you do to him when you talk in that breathy voice, do you? Oh god, it kills him. And now here he was, head full with lewd fantasies of how he was going to ruin you on his cock, make you cry out for him, turn your voice all hoarse, throat sore as you soar on the height of each prolonged orgasm he’ll put you through. You sound so good then, after all, the way your voice turns all sharp and whiny and blissful when he brings you to that euphoric high after teasing you for far too long. He loves the way your exhausted face melts into shaky satisfaction, especially when your trembling thighs jolt when he takes a few moments too long before pulling out, a soft overstimulated whimper leaving your lips. He won’t deny it, hearing that sweet sound leave your lips makes his cock twitch each time, makes him want to fuck into you again and again, if only to hear that whimper of yours over and over again. And it’s so unfortunate he can’t indulge in that desire right now - but Karasu is fully capable of being patient, very patient… Especially when he knows what kind of reward he’s going to take for himself at the end of this gruelling wait. He flicks your forehead. “... Well, since yer being so cute and eager, I won’t make ya wait too long,” he says, in a low, raspy tone, and he delights in the way you instantly react, shivering. That’s his girl.

Otoya: he has a sort of sixth sense when it comes to these kind of things, especially when it comes to you. Do you think he wouldn’t know what his cute girlfriend is thinking? He doesn’t have to look at you to know - he just does. So honestly, he’s not very surprised by your passionate gaze, eyes glassy and needy. That doesn’t mean he’s not delighting in your erotic expression, though, because oh god he’s enjoying this so much. He’s still walking over to you when he starts contemplating on bailing out on practice just for your sweet, sweet invitation. Pity, the only thing stopping him right now is your inevitable rejection, because you’re proper and controlled enough to suggest he remain in practice, he knows it. Soon, he’s next to you, sitting close to you, his thigh pressed right against yours as he keeps his eyes on you. “Yo, what’s up? You seem needy. Wanna get out of here?” He thought you’d fight him on this, insist he stay for practice, and he’ll have to sigh and accept being blue balled, drag his ass back to the field when all he really wants now is to sink deep into your plush walls. To his surprise, the look in your eyes doesn’t change, still heady and dark and wanting when you whisper what you do - and despite himself, his eyes widen for a second, his thigh twitching once. Outside of those two miniscule reactions, he doesn’t let anything else tell of his shock - and more importantly, the blood that just rushed down to his cock. Oh, you’ve effectively turned him on like a lightbulb. Because oh boy, if only you knew how badly he wants to rail you now for saying that lewd sentence. He wants to feel up your entire body, trail his hands all over and claim you, kissing you everywhere he can, drink in your mewls as his lips keep finding yours again and again. He wants to let loose on your body, take over and possess every inch, make your body sing with his touch, skin tingle with the ghost of his touch even after he’s done. And more than anything, he wants to pound into you, be inside you like you asked, his cock moving in and out of you faster and faster until he spills himself into you - yeah, he decides, you guys have been dating long enough for him to ditch the condoms (plural, because you don’t think he’ll go just once, do you?). He’ll go get you plan B afterwards, but for now, he has to spill his load inside of you, especially after you’ve said such a dirty thing to him. So that’s why, he’s getting up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up as well. “You want me to be inside of you, hm? Okay, sure. But don’t complain when I finish inside of you.” 

Yukimiya: honestly, Yukimiya has no clue what kind of needy gaze you’re directing towards him, his entire focus is on soccer - he’s just elated and honoured to know you’re there watching him at all. This, obviously, changes when he walks over to you when it’s time for his break - immediately he can tell something is up with you… The way you’re cravingly looking at him, pupils dilated and hazy, makes him burn up to the tips of his ears, a very noticeable blush overtaking his face. He clears his throat as he comes up to you, wanting to say something about your… ardent state… but unable to, so after a moment he simply distracts himself by drinking his water, trying to ignore the eager appetite of your infatuated gaze. And within the span of a few moments, Yukimiya finds himself hunched over, violently choking. What? Did you really just say what he thinks you just did? Something like… like… that? However, as bluntly… lewd… as he found your words to be, he couldn’t help the sudden rush in his bloodstream, the way his heart pounds in his ears. The idea that you need him so intimately, that you said something like that to him, a dreamy tilt to your voice… It drives him crazy with an obsession to turn you submissive and pliant under his ministrations, to worship you and fill you up with exactly what you wished for. Languidly stretch you out with a slow passion, keenly watch your expressions thaw into pleasure and twist into need as you moan and whimper for more of him. And he’ll give you everything you’ll ask for, leisurely dragging his hips, trying to drag out this moment between the two of you for as long as possible, because gosh, he could just feel eternity at the ends of his fingertips right then and there. But alas, eternity is nothing if not humanity’s fantasy, and he’ll start speeding up as you start chanting his name. You’ll hold him close like a promise, and he’ll fall apart inside of you like a heathen turned believer, groaning your name softly as he finishes inside the warmth of your heaven. His throat still burns from all the coughing, and although you’re by his side, looking worried as you voice your concern, he can’t meet your eyes at all as he keeps turning away, unwilling and unable to make eye-contact. He can’t, not when his mind is still filled with such lewd fantasies of having you - it makes him feel like he’ll pounce if he turns and looks into your eyes as you look at him with genuine concern. So he mumbles something about going back to practice, jogging away from you, effectively escaping the situation. But the human mind is a tricky thing, and his proves to be a prison. A prison full of erotic visuals and thoughts about you. A horny jail, as you’d probably say, right? Did he use that one right…? He doesn’t know, but any attempts in distracting himself fail, and as his practice comes to an end, he comes to a clear conclusion; he needs to take you home and have you, right now. 

PHEW, I finished up five charas for this over two days… And with that, this series has officially come to an end as well! Kekeke! I hope you guys enjoyed this one as well! I certainly had a lot of fun with maaaaany of these the reactions are too funny 🤭🤭🤭

[wh0reyp0tter]

Hi can I get a remus lupin smut maybe something to do with him having a bad day and you having new lingerie

Good Bunny R.L

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Includes: Oral (male and female receiving), praise, degradation, light slapping, begging, and smut 

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I hum softly as I quickly walk up the steps leading towards the boy’s dorm. Remus had told me the others were out for the afternoon, so took it upon myself to be a fabulous girlfriend and surprise him. I knock on the door quickly, holding my silk robe tight around my body. “Remus John, hurry up,” I grumble. I hear a bit of shuffling before the door opens. 

“Calm down, Y/N. No need to- oh shit,” he says, grabbing my arm and tugging me into the room. “What’d you got on, bunny?” Remus’s slender finger hooks under my chin, pushing it up to look him in the eyes. 

“Wanted to surprise you,” I say softly, looking into the boy’s brown eyes. 

“Why don’t you show me, hm?” he smirks. Remus sits back on his bed as he watches me. I untie the robe before looking at him nervously. He gives me a soft nod before I let it fall off my body. “Oh fuck.” A smile grows on my face as Remus takes in the forest green lingerie. I bite my cheek as his eyes flicker over my body.

“Do you like it?” I ask softly. 

“Fuckin’ hell, do I like it? Of course, I like it,” he mumbles, standing from his spot on the bed. “It’s my-.”

“Your favorite color,” I finish his sentence. His smile grows wider before he presses our lips together. 

“Godric, you’re perfect,” Remus mumbles against my lips, his large hand coming up to caress my hip. His finger hooks under the waistband of the dark green lace. He pulls it away from my hip before letting slap back against my skin. “I really like it.” He presses his hips against me, letting me feel the hard length in his trousers.

“I can tell,” I tease. 

“Now, now, bunny,” he tuts, sending a harsh slap against my arse. “We don’t want to have to punish you, do we?” I shake my head quickly as my top teeth sink into my bottom lip. “There’s a good girl. Now, on y’knees.” I fall to my knees immediately before my hands move to unbutton his trousers. I quickly tug them down, just enough to be able to pull out his cock. I let my hand stroke it a few times as I watch Remus’ head lul back. I stick my tongue out, running along the underside of his cock, before Remus lets out a breathy groan. 

“There you are angel, look at you. Being such a good girl for me,” he breaths. His large hand tangling in my hair. I take him into my mouth, hallowing my cheeks, as my head begins to bob quickly. My hand holds the base, stroking up and down the length of him every time I pull away.  “My bunny, such a good little cocksucker,” Remus hums. I can feel my arousal growing at his words. I press my thighs together, moving to quicken my pace. My thighs rub together as I let out a soft whine. “Oh no, don’t you dare. Remmy’ll touch you once you’ve finished. Keep doing that, I won’t at all.” I quickly part my thighs, the friction on my clit ceasing. I suck harder, removing my hand from the base of his cock, and take him further down my throat. I pull off of him before looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Fuck my throat,” I whimper. Remus groans loudly as he grips my face. 

“Open,” he says. I let my mouth fall open as I feel him press the tip of his cock into my mouth. My hands rest on my thighs as his grip moves to my hair. “If it gets too much, pinch my thigh, understood?” I try my best to nod around his cock. “That’s my good girl.” Remus pulls his hips out before shoving them forward, cock pushing further down my throat. He begins fast pace thrusts as his eyes fall close. I try my best to breathe through my nose. “Taking my cock like a good little bunny. My own personal little cumslut, aren’t you?” I whine loudly as my eyes roll back. After a few moments of the harsh fucking I feel his cock twitch on my tongue. Remus’s hips stutter before he pushes my nose against his pelvis. He let out a loud moan as he pumps ropes of cum down my throat. He pulls out of my mouth as he smiles down at me.

“Thank you, Remmy,” I hum softly. 

“That’s my girl, now go on, get on the bed,” Remus demands. I scramble to my feet before he chuckles, following after me. I lay against the headboard before he grabs my ankles, tugging me to the end of the bed. “You look so pretty, bunny.” 

“You look even prettier,” I giggle. I let my hand reach out and comb through his curls. I lean forward to press Remus’ lips against mine. I feel him smile against my lips as his tongue pushes into my mouth. I feel his tongue massage against mine as I let out a soft whine. Remus breaks the kiss to move down to my neck. He pushes my head to the side before attaching his lips to the flesh. I let out a soft moan as the taller boy sucks bruises into my neck. Remus trails kisses down my neck, pausing every so often to leave hickies before he stops at my chest. He hums to himself before pulling me forward and unlatching the forest green material covering my chest. He pulls it off and throws it across the room. 

“Such pretty tits,” Remus says, fingers pinching against my nipple. I arch my back into his touch, letting out a loud whine. I reach my hand out before pulling at his shirt. 

“Off,” I demand. 

“Say it nicely,” he replies, hand moving from my tits up to grip my face. 

“Please take it off, Remu,” I beg. 

“There’s a good bunny,” he grins. Remus leans down to press a quick kiss to my lips before discarding his shirt. 

“Trousers too, please,” I say. Remus hums in response before standing and tugging them off, his boxers are quick to follow. “You’re so handsome.” Remus’s face turns red at my compliment before he climbs back on top to attach his lips to my nipple. He sucks and bites at it as his fingers move to pinch and pull at the other. “Remmy, please!”

“Please what, bunny?” The werewolf teases. 

“Need you,” I plead.

“Need me to what?” He asks, playing dumb. 

“Touch me, touch me, please,” I beg. Remus smirks cockily before moving to kneel on the floor. He pulls off the panties covering my pussy. 

“Look how wet you are for me, bunny,” he murmurs. “Just this wet from sucking cock?”

“Love sucking your cock, Remmy!” I moan. Remus brings a finger forward and drags it through my dripping folds. 

“Godric, you’re drenched. You really are my little cock slut aren’t you?” He teases. 

“Yes, ‘m you’re little slut,” I whine. 

“Gonna be a good bunny f’me? Gonna let me play with your pussy?” Remus asks, voice deep and full of lust. 

“Gonna let you play with me. Please, Remmy,” I cry. 

“Such a good little bunny, letting Remmy play with her,” he purrs. All his words go to my core, just adding to my arousal. I feel his hands grip the underneath of my thighs before tugging me closer to him. Remus throws my legs over his shoulders. He lowers his face to my pussy before I feel his tongue drag up my core. 

“Fuck,” I breathe as my head falls back against the bed. He swirls his tongue around my clit before latching on to the sensitive nub. My hips buck forward as I let out a loud moan of surprise. Remus holds my hips tightly, pressing my pussy into his face. He begins sucking harshly at my clit as my hips rock against his face. “Oh my god, fuck, Rem!” Suddenly I feel a long finger press into my hole. I intake a large breath as my eyes roll back. Remus thrusts his finger in and out a few times before he curls the digit, finding the spongy spot immediately. He begins abusing it before sucking on my clit even harder. My mouth falls open, but no sounds come out. All the pleasure turning my head to mush. He pushes another finger in before he presses against my g-spot even quicker. My hand tugs at his curls, pressing his face against me, as my legs squeeze at his back. My eyes flutter shut as I let out a few loud moans. 

“Rem, I’m so close,” I plead. I feel him smirk against my pussy before he sucks harder, and begins thrusting his long fingers in and out of me at an ungodly pace. “Fuck, Remmy, please, I need to cum.” My thighs pressed against his head as I begin grinding my hips against his face. I can feel Remus’ bruising grip on my waist tighten as the pace of his fingers quick, Godric knows how. My thighs shake at the sides of his head as my toes curl. The grip I have on his hair tightens as I let out a scream. The euphoric high of my orgasm hits me like a truck. His fingers don’t let up as I ride out my orgasm. My whole body is trembling by the time Remus finally pulls his fingers out of me. 

“Such a good bunny,” he mumbles, caressing my thigh. “Did so good for me.” I watch Remus bring his middle and ringer finger to his mouth. He stares me in the eyes as he sucks my cum off his fingers. “So sweet, here bunny you try.” He says, dragging his fingers against my sensitive pussy. I whine softly at the contact before Remus presses his fingers into my mouth. As he pulls them away we hear loud laughter coming from down the hall. 

“Nice one, Prongs! You almost got us caught!” Sirius’ voice booms. Remus and I look at each other with wide eyes as we scramble to get clothes on. Remus throws me one of his sweaters and my panties before he tugs on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He casts a quick cleaning spell before hopping into bed, me following quickly. “Oh, hey Moons! Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Pads,” Remus says, running his hand through my hair. 

“Have a good afternoon?” James asks. 

“Fantastic,” I smile. Remus chuckles but quickly covers it with a cough. He leans close to my ear before whispering into it. 

“Meet me in the bathroom later tonight, and I’ll fuck your brains out,” he mumbles. My eyes widen as I lean back into his chest.

[vintage-story-time]

Family Games by Ray Todd

Chapter 12

Glynn caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday morning. She was

still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if she had gone through a long and

grueling night.

"Hey, sis -- how did it go? He locked the door, and I couldn't ease into your

room to watch from the closet, but I wanted to."

She smiled. "It's a good thing dad and mom sleep in different rooms; he's still

in there all wrapped around Jean. Now he's fucked all three of us women, just as

you have."

"All three -- oh yeah, including mom. I heard her moving around downstairs

awhile ago. She slept the night through." Glynn held to his sister's hand. "I'm

wondering how I can get Jean and mom together today. Got any ideas?"

"How about if I split with dad? We can say we're going up to his office or

something. Then you can use little Jean to turn on mother and ball her

yourself."

"Good enough," he said, feeling a lift of anticipation at the idea of swinging

with the little redhead and his mom. "But you know something? I'm missing your

pussy, sis. I hope it doesn't take much longer before we can all be together,

you and me, mom and dad."

Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, "Hang in there, Glynn. I'll go get them

up so we can have breakfast; all of us need the vitamins."

When she darted back through the bath, he went on down the stairs, eager to see

his beautiful mom again.

It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with his sister, discussing

their sex life openly and up front, but there were a lot of things changing

around here since the plan had gotten moving. With any luck at all, he and

Lorena ought to be able to work out the rest of it, getting his old man and mom

together again.

"Hi mom -- smells like pancakes. Did you know that Jean Marks stayed over last

night? No, I guess not; you were asleep when she came after Lorena called her."

His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and slinky, with a

see-through white blouse. A bra cupped her opulent breasts, and he wished she

didn't have it on, so he could see those great nipples. She said, "Oh? Did you

and Jean have fun?"

He came up to her and put his arms around her slim waist, tugging her close so

he could feel the shape of her ass against him. "Didn't touch her, mom, I swear.

But if we can get dad and Lorena out of the house again, I think I can have her

spend the rest of the day here -- with us."

"I -- I don't know," she said. "Everything looks different in the hard light of

day, dear. Besides, your father took your sister along yesterday and he won't

want to -- "

He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the merest touch of her

beguiling ass. He wanted to slide his shaft between those pear-shaped cheeks and

move up and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little before lowering the

head and pushing it thrillingly into the hot, wet grip of that fantastically

beautiful pussy.

"Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you. Last night you were all up on the idea

of Jean with us, making love, and I can just about guarantee that Lorena will

haul dad off again this morning."

She trembled against him and said softly, "All right; I just couldn't resist my

eager young lover, even if I tried. If they go out, I'll go right to my room,

and you can bring Jean there. Have you talked to her about it?"

"I'll get to her right after breakfast," he promised, and stepped back, letting

go his mother's body as he heard footsteps on the stairs.

They ate quickly, with Lorena and him carrying most of the conversation, and

when they were having a second cup of coffee, his sister announced that she was

going to the office with their father.

"Some files to catch up on," his father said without looking up from his plate,

"and Lorena volunteered to help."

Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown as she would normally

have done. It was pretty nice, Glynn thought, not to have his parents cutting at

each other all the time. He followed Lorena out to the station wagon because she

motioned him to, and there she whispered in his ear that she would go away for

about two hours.

"That will make it about noon when we come back, Glynn. Leave all the doors

unlocked, and I'll accidentally let dad see you putting it to mother, with Jean

right there helping. Just a glimpse to shake him up real good, then I'll back

him out. It's the next logical step."

Glynn said, "Well, all right, but I'm still a little shaky about him seeing me

and mom." He saw his dad coming around the car and split, his belly tightening.

Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and simple, but what if his old man

blew his cork? Dad might figure it was fine for him to stick his daughter, but

he might not want his boy sticking his wife.

Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning up the remains of

breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going. This kind of thing could turn a

worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted against a beer on top of

hotcakes with syrup. He compared the two -- his mother tall and willowy, but

with flared hips and long, eye-catching legs, Jean small and cute, put together

like a miniature Venus. Mom's hair was black as night, and Jean's was flaming

red.

They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing and whispering things he

couldn't hear. As he fidgeted just beyond the door, his fear fading in his

eagerness to screw these two beautiful females, he saw Jean put a hand upon his

mom's waist, and watched it drift almost casually down across her ass.

Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention. Jean was feeling up his mom, and he

knew damned well that he was going to see some lesbian type loving before long,

that he was going to be a major part of a sexual get together different from the

one he had joined with Jean and his sister.

This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe it would also go the

other way around, while he got his licks in with both of them.

He couldn't just hang around and watch them, so he went up to take a bath, using

plenty of hot water and soap, lathering his body strongly, then changing the

water flow slowly from hot to cold. In the end, he found himself yelling and

dancing around in the needlelike spray.

They were waiting for him in his mother's room -- but not really. Jean and his

mom had started without him, for they were already naked and together on the

bed. As he stood staring in the doorway, he saw the little girl crawling over on

top of his mother's statuesque body. Jean had both hands full of tit, and was

kissing the beestung lips with dedication, her little pink tongue darting in and

out.

Glynn heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, and watched her hands

come up to cup the trimly molded ass cheeks, to caress and stroke them, push

them together and pull them apart. The sight started a vibration in his rigid

cock, and he walked slowly toward the bed where they were squirming. For the

moment, they seemed to have forgotten he existed, and he couldn't blame them.

His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Glynn was anxious to see

what would happen next, but not from a distance. Not wanting to miss a single

movement, he sat down on the far edge of the bed, holding his cock and staring

avidly at them.

Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples while she kissed the

older woman, mashing down on the springy mounds and letting them spring up

rounded again. Her sleek little belly moved back and forth, seeking contact with

their crotches, but until Jean stopped kissing her mouth and slid down, their

cunts couldn't meet.

When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth hesitated, and Jean

licked the hollow there, then dipped over to the left to fasten hotly upon the

upright nipple. Glynn sighed as the girl sucked upon that fabulous tit, because

he knew the texture and flavor of it himself. She caressed the belly, the hips,

and his mother's fingers dug into Jean's ass.

They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in between his mom's

outflung legs, between the full, rich thighs. They humped and ground their

cunts, making fucking motions as if one of them was a man, and he could see

Jean's dark red pussy massaging his mother's midnight black cunt

Moaning, his mother gasped out: "Oh! Oh darling girl -- it's wonderful to feel

you like this, your sweet little box against mine. Oh! Yes, dear -- your clit

against mine -- humping, humping -- oh!"

And Jean answered hotly, "Yes, Arlene -- yes, Mrs. Johansen; what a deep, wet

cunt you have, all velvet and juicy. So lovely, so hot and beautiful. Fuck me,

Arlene -- fuck me!"

The girl's ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the woman's cunt, heaving

and twisting, rubbing her inflamed clitoris into his mother's steaming box.

Glynn clamped down hard on his cock as he saw his mom lift her symmetrical legs

and coil them around the small, perfect body. They really screwed then, moaning

and gasping, rotating their asses and ramming their cunts together faster and

faster.

"C-coming!" his mother cried out. "Oh you wonderful little thing, you're making

me come!"

"Me, too!" Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently into the black one, making

wet sounds. "Your beautiful hairy pussy -- oh, squeeze me in your thighs, Mrs.

Johansen, grind that terrific cunt into mine -- OOOHH!"

Glynn sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his balls packing themselves

with fluid that was demanding to be released. They were so damned beautiful

together, lying wrapped in naked flesh, and they had just reached a mutual

orgasm, sharing the lascivious delights that one woman could give to another.

And Jean was only beginning. A real AC-DC chick, he thought, as she began to

slide down his mother's supine, panting body, kissing the rib cage, licking her

tongue over the smoothly mounded belly to ram it hotly into the navel. His mom

shuddered all over, and pawed ineffectual hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth

hanging open and her eyelashes fluttering.

"Your skin tastes like honey," Jean purred, "and I'll bet your pussy is even

richer. Love the feel of your cunt hair against my cheek, Arlene -- it's all

crinkly and kind of stiff, and I can smell the perfume of it, warm and pungent"

The girl was rubbing her face into his mother's snatch, first one cheek, then

the other, nosing into the thick curls of the ebony pubic hair. She even used

her chin to burrow into the springy bush, and nipped the insides of the

trembling white thighs with quick, hungry teeth. Glynn clamped down on the head

of his prick, held it lightly as he watched.

He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over so he could see the

most intimate details. There was Jean's tongue lapping like a puppy dog into his

mom's quivering labia; he could see that the cunt lips were swollen now and

turning redder. Jean was playing with the cheeks of the other woman's ass and

dipping her fingers into the crack while she ate pussy.

The dark red head, the elfin face, pushed deeper into the humid receptiveness of

his mother's crotch, and he watched Jean take the cunt lips between her teeth to

bite tenderly upon them. His mom rocked from side to side and her ass began to

hike itself up and down. She took the girl's head in her hands then, and her

hunching movement fucked it.

Glynn stared down at Jean's uptilted ass, at the sweetly formed cheeks and the

tiny cleft with its feathery covering. He saw the tight little anus, and below

it, as Jean wiggled, the cunning design of her tiny pussy. It pouched at him

when she pumped her ass, as she buried her face inside his mom's blackly heaving

cunt.

It was so close; he ran his hands over the sleek buttocks and felt their shape,

their warmth, the smoothness of them. Prodding, he slipped the distended head of

his stiff prick between her thighs, and for a few breathless seconds she rode

his shaft, skidding her wet cunt lips up and down the length of it. Then Glynn

used one hand to hold her bobbing still, the other to hold his cock while he

steered the blunt glans into the tufted red hair.

The heat of it sizzled against his cockhead, and he shoved steadily into it,

fitting his knob into the tight but eager slot that was so inviting. It went in

slowly as the lips turned elastic and gave to his pressure; the bulb popped

inside her pussy, and with a long, twisting stroke, he seated the rest of his

prick full length within the tight sleeve of Jean's blistering young cunt.

Glynn had never fucked this way before, from behind. It was a new sensation for

him to snug his balls up tight to the neatly sculptured ass, to drive his long

thrusts into the girl as she shook her tail against him. It was good, he thought

dazedly, holding to her waist with both hands and cramming his cock while Jean

ate so ardently into his mother's pussy.

"I -- I can't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging her head blindly from

side to side like a metronome, her tits heaving and her belly jerking. "Oh --

it's too much, too much, darling! My pussy is going insane -- ahh! Oh! Please --

oohh!!"

Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving prick, and his balls swung

against the backs of her thighs. Glynn stared down at the entangled women, at

the sweetly surging ass he was putting the rod into, at the twisting, arching

form of his mother in the throes of her orgasm on the girl's avid mouth.

His mom fell back limply, and Jean lifted her dripping face from between the

older woman's thighs. Glynn gave her a few more strokes, and Jean's pussy

thrummed around his buried cock like a soft tuning fork. She was coming, too, he

knew, and held his shaft solidly in her, deeply within her box, as her hot oils

bathed it.

By keeping still, he didn't come. It felt almost as good, he thought, and held

his prick inside the girl's snatch, wondering if this was how to keep fucking

for a long, long time. Jean wobbled in his grasp, so he allowed her to slide

forward, so that his hard pole slipped soapily from the kiss of her pussy lips.

"Oh, lover boy," she said, rolling over and smiling wetly up at him. "That was a

fine screwing; you timed it just right, while I was about to make your mother

come."

Glynn was proud of himself, and saw that his mom's eyes were opening, that her

dark eyes were focusing upon his posed cock with its shiny head. She acted

puzzled, as if she didn't quite know where she was for a moment; then her eyes

cleared and she smiled that warm, bitchy smile.

"Well, dear -- you've just seen your mom debauching herself with a girl. Did it

surprise you as much as it did me? I had no idea, really -- but it's so

different, so tender and thrilling."

He said, "You were great, mom. I put it to Jean from the rear, while she was

eating your pussy, but I didn't come yet."

"I sure did," Jean announced. I had it going for me at both ends, and I came so

hard that my head spun. Wow -- what a beautiful family you are, every one of

you!"

Glynn saw his mother frown. "Every one, Jean?" she asked.

He moved to her, hurriedly cutting off the conversation, telling himself that he

would break the news a little later, that she didn't have to know right now. She

would have to discover that dad was screwing her daughter sometime, but there

was more than an hour left before Lorena was due home.

"I'd like to fuck you dog fashion, mom. Maybe you'd like to go down on Jean,

kind of reversing your positions. She's ready for it, ready for anything."

Eyes clouding over in that special, sexy way, his mother licked her full lips

and nodded. "That sounds nice, lover. Were you saving your load for me?"

She kissed him before turning to straddle Jean's slim body, and he still felt

the wet thrusting of her tongue for several seconds afterward. Trembling, he

watched Jean set herself for the oral loving, putting a pillow under her piquant

little ass so that her scarlet mouth tipped upward, and spreading her polished

knees wide.

The red tufted and downy hair of her pussy gleamed up at his mother, and the

older woman stooped to gather the small girl lovingly in her arms. As Glynn

watched enraptured, his mom snugged Jean close, kissing her mouth hungrily,

shoving her tongue deep into the gasping, open lips. His mother's knee was

prodding into Jean's crotch, and the lovely girl was wiggling upon it, rolling

her snatch hard against the sleek flesh there.

Then his mom, his gorgeous, sensual mom, was kissing Jean's tit, sucking upon

each nipple in turn, and her hands were cupping the girl's body, running over

the warm skin. She lowered the girl and began to lick hotly over her chest and

belly. Her fabulously shaped ass came back toward Glynn, lifting up as she slid

down Jean's writhing body to the treasure of the fragrantly steaming pussy.

Head turning back over her shoulder, his mother said to Glynn: "Put it to me,

son."

The cheeks of her ass were like big, beautiful melons in his hands, and when she

turned to plunge her mouth into Jean's thrusting pelvis, he eased the head of

his prick out to touch the puckered brown ring of her hole, staring down at the

crinkly curlings of her snatch hair, at the meeting of her inflamed pussy lips

in back.

Had his father ever mounted her this way? Had his dad ever fondled these

splendid, captivating cheeks and nudged his mom's asshole with his cockhead? A

quake rippled over Glynn, and his skin turned extra sensitive. When she rolled

her hips, he poked gently with his knob and discovered the marvelous slippery

labia kissing his point. With a little guidance, it eased into the wet, greasy

hold of her pussy, aroused now because of the sucking it had just had.

The shock of it was always new, he thought, sliding his hard and aching shaft

deeply into her alluring cunt; it was always as if he was putting the meat to

his darling mother for the very first time. The juicy tissues of her pussy

closed around his probing dick, tightened upon it with a loving grasp, and his

balls nestled against the silken pillows of her textured thighs. It was in his

mom again, stuck to the roots within her mature, ripe cunt, and he adored the

feel of her inner vagina.

She was so damned hot, so damned beautiful; she was the queen of all bitches,

and Glynn worshipped her sexually, grinding his pelvis into the hills of her

cheeks, bending down to tuck his belly against the velvet length of her graceful

back. Her heavy tits hung down as she ate into the girl's pussy below, and Glynn

caught them in both hands, clung jealously to them all warm and springy as he

stroked tenderly into her pussy.

"I've got my prick locked into your hot cunt," he whispered into the back of her

neck. "My cock is buried in your pussy, mom -- moving all hard and slippery in

there where dad fucks you. It's my pussy, too, and I'm fucking you, mother --

I'm pumping my shaft in and out of your boiling cunt, and you love it, you

beautiful, hot bitch -- you love to be fucked by your son!"

She moaned into Jean's crotch, and the small girl moaned in answer, heaving

gently into the older woman's face, turning her trim ass in the gripping hands.

Glynn pulled on his mother's round, pendulum tits, and worked his rod steadily

into the clutching well of her deep pussy. Suddenly he wondered how her

quivering nest would feel, if it was already made oily by another man's semen --

by his own father's hot juices.

Pretty soon, he told himself, giving her longer, harder hammerings, reaching to

the far end of her vagina with the lunging head of his cast-iron prick; pretty

soon, he might get the chance to watch his daddy fuck the hell out of her, and

then he'd climb onto her the second his daddy climbed off, the very moment after

the old man withdrew his big, dripping shaft after letting go his load.

Glynn would rut and grind in her wet cunt then, continuing where his dad left

off, fucking and screwing and pumping his own searing come in to blend with the

slidy stuff already left inside her stirred-up, shuddering pussy. Both of them

would fuck her, and daddy would see it, see him pound the cock into her body

while mother squirmed and told him how much she loved his young, hard meat.

Just then, Jean cried out wildly, and beat her tiny hands against the bed. "Mrs.

Johansen -- oh, Arlene, darling -- darling -- eat me -- devour my cunt, darling

-- I'm coming, coming!!!"

Glynn felt his mother's pussy snap on his cockhead, felt the inner sheathing of

her gorgeous cunt draw tight around it, and in reflex, the semen came hissing up

from his balls. When she bucked her ass back against him, he held desperately to

her tits and banged away at her suctioning box. The come hosed from his glans,

hurled thick and viscous fluid at the entrance to her cervix, dripped his male

essence sticky and penetrating along the enveloping wall of her cunt, soaking

her completely, lathering his still churning rod from head to balls.

He thought he was never going to stop coming; it was so good that he felt dizzy,

and at last he shivered to a stop, his balls only twitching against her molded

thighs, his prick stilled and drowned within the soggy velvet grasp of the most

fantastic pussy in the world.

Slowly, he sat back, bracing his hands upon her hips for better balance, but she

came back with him, lifting her smeared face from the young girl's smokey cunt,

grinding her ass in ecstasy upon his sloshy prick.

Something from outside came knocking at his consciousness, something alien, and

Glynn pivoted his head at the sound of the door opening. He saw them standing

there, his sister and his father, saw his dad staring with unbelieving eyes at

the tableau the three of them made, on the bed.

Then Lorena pulled the door shut again, and Glynn collapsed on top of his

mother.

[vesuviannights]

“i don’t want to have to punish you tonight…” For Lucio with an genderneutral MC pretty please? With Lucio being the one who says it? I love your blog by the way!

tysm!! I hope you enjoy this fabulousness. Lucio has been speaking wonderful, filthy things to me as of late.

Lucio/You. Gender neutral reader. Lemon.

Bored and left to your own devices, you try to tempt Lucio into punishing you, and it works…somewhat. 

Prompt: “I don’t want to have to punish you tonight…” from this post.

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“I don’t want to have to punish you tonight…” Lucio tilts his head, looks you over where you’re perched on his desk in front of him. “I have a lot to do, and to punish you for wasting my time will only waste more of it.”

Somewhere underneath you are maps, bound sheets of paper, a pen he had been attempting to write with before you’d snatched it off him and placed yourself in front of him, legs crossed, hands behind you. He is sitting with his chin in his hand, gaze a little narrowed as he eyes the exposed skin of your thighs, the curve of your shoulder, your bottom lip as you roll it between your teeth.

He is stuck in a predicament that is only ever amusing to one of you: punish you for interrupting his work, for tempting him by prancing around with so little clothing and making soft little sighs every time you leaned in a little close to him – except punishment is exactly what you want – or let you get away with the behaviour, which would teach you a lesson but drive him insane.

In the end, as with most things, Lucio hates delayed gratification and not getting what he wants—and what he wants, so very, very much, is to watch you suffer.

“Spread your legs.”

You scramble to do so, moving your hips a little further forward on his desk so that you’re as close to the edge as possible. He stands, his chair falling back with a thud behind him, and steps in between your thighs.

He leans forward in a sweeping motion, the tip of his nose tracing the curve of your neck, his hands curling into his desk either side of his thighs. You hear the familiar scratch of his claw as it rakes down the wood, leaving a new mark to accompany the many that have already been made in the very same desk.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he murmurs.

“I’m waiting to see what you’re going to do.”

“Liar.” He laughs into your ear. “My beautiful little liar. You know exactly what I’m going to do, because it’s exactly what you want me to do.”

You shake your head, trying to deny it. He lifts his own, eyes level with yours once more, and brings his hand up, pushing two fingers in past your lips.

“Suck.”

You do, greedy little moans escaping your throat as you take his fingers further in, wrap your tongue around them. All the while you keep your eyes on his, just the way he likes, the way he demands.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls his fingers out and settles the same hand between your legs, spreading the dampness from your mouth all over you.

“Ask for it.”

This is one you’re always ready for. Lucio could listen to you beg for hours if you don’t use the correct wording. He likes the way certain words roll off your tongue and shape your lips, the light flush of your cheeks and the tips of your ears as he makes you say the filthiest things.

“Please fuck me with your fingers.”

“Manners and everything!” He grins, his canines glinting in the soft light of the room. “Maybe I shouldn’t punish you after all.”

But despite his words, his fingers have already begun circling your hole, testing and probing for a few moments before slipping inside.

Your legs shake, your head falls back, and he’s quick to lift his golden hand to cup the back of your head and force your gaze back to his. He crooks his fingers inside of you, slow and careful, seeking and hitting every perfect spot inside of you like a trained marksman.

Your bottom lip trembles as he fucks you, keeps your gaze locked with his, and you are unsettled as the realisation begins to sink in that you perhaps don’t know what he’s going to do, what his punishment is going to be—if he deems you worthy.

“If I let go, will you keep looking at me, pet?”

You nod, hurriedly and before he has even finished his sentence, but he’s also already released his hold on your head before you do, so sure of your answer.

He uses his hand to catch your bottom lip, pulling it down to expose your teeth—he takes such pleasure in telling you how much he enjoys feeling them scrape ever so slightly along his cock when he’s fucking your mouth—before he takes it away and claims your mouth, sighing softly into the kiss as he takes his second hand down to between your thighs, beginning to drag you closer toward your orgasm.

It’s building almost too quickly in your lower belly, a burning sensation that is starting to creep its way to every nerve in your body. When his fingers twist inside of you, you have to break away from the kiss to gasp and swear, but he growls and takes your head again.

“You said you wouldn’t look away.”

You nod yet again, breathless, even though you know it should have been an apology. Your entire body is trembling, aching, burning with the promise of your orgasm, so close, so near, the heat of him pressing against your thigh through his pants, his teeth scraping along your shoulder, his words soft and praising you every time you make a sound he loves.

You whimper, a scream begins to build in your throat, and you’re so close, so close, so close—

Until he pulls it all away, every hand, every inch of his skin, the hard length of him against your thigh, his wonderful words telling you how much he loves you and how happy you make him. He sinks back down into his chair, leaving you to stare—dazed, confused, more than a little out of it—as you ache from the absence of his fingers, from the need to come.

“Out you go,” he tells you, waving toward the door. The noise you make must be amusing, because his eyes glint with that hint of cruelty as he shrugs. “Figure yourself out. I told you there would be a punishment.”

“But—”

“I have work to do. Important work. Go bother someone else.”

Your jaw goes stiff at the realisation that you have been had. That even though you had gone into this expecting a punishment, you had also expected reward—a spanking, but an orgasm after, or having to choke on his cock before he’d let you rub yourself against his thigh until you screamed, like some sort of horny adolescent.

You slip off his desk, legs still a little shaky. You do your best to adjust your clothing to a proper state, and to not look at him while you do it, but you seem to fail miserably at both.

You stalk toward the door of his study, turning back at the last minute with your eyes flashing and fists balled at your sides. His head is propped up on his chin as he watches you, grinning and almost doting on the sight of you so frustrated and dishevelled.

“Fuck you!” You spit.

“I love you too, pet.”

Your scream of frustration as you slam the door behind yourself does nothing to cover up the sound of his laughter—loud, light, jovial. It follows you through the corridors of the palace and well into the night as you try and fail to get yourself off, but his punishment stays true—there is no pleasure unless he is touching you.

[jessahmewren]

Hello! If you dont mind Frian again and a bit of smut, your last post with IWTBF photos gave me an idea. What about Brian fucking Freddie after filming, with Freddie still being in his costume, including high heels, tiny lace pants and mini leather skirt?

I don’t mind at all!  Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!  

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“Not so fast, Missy.”

Brian’s hold on Freddie’s arm was firm, but not bruising,meant to only stay his forward motion. Freddie looked up at the tall man from under his bangs, pursing hispainted lips.  

“You think you can prance around here all day in that skirtand those heels and me not do anything about it?”  His fingers curled around his upper arm, andhe licked his lips.  “I saw the way youwere pushing that vacuum…swaying those hips.” Brian’s eyes flicked to Freddie’s. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Freddie flipped his hair nonchalantly.  “What makes you think I didn’t want you to”he said flippantly.  

Brian’s hand traveled down to squeeze at the pleatherskirt.  “Coquette,” he growled.  He turned Freddie around and bent him overthe prop sofa on the set.  “Gonna fuckthat out of you,” Brian growled, a hand moving up a stockinged thigh.  “What have we got in the way of lube aroundhere?”  

“Vaseline,” Freddie grunted out.  “In my dressing room.”  

Brian was back with the small pot, tucking it behind him as hecontinued his explorations.  Freddie’sbreath caught as two hands roughly handled the hem of his skirt pushing it upover his waist.  

“Are you—are you sure the set is clear darling?”  

Brian chuckled.  “Thatwould be exciting, wouldn’t it?  To becaught with your pretty bum in the air and me pounding into it.”  Brian gave it a light slap.  “Sadly, there’s not a soul here.”

Freddie just moaned, eyes rolling softly under his thicklashes.  

Brian ripped the pantyhose, the satisfying tearing soundringing through the empty space.  Beneaththem, he found a lovely pair of tiny lace knickers.  

“Oh my,” Brian said as he ran his fingers over the filigree patters.  “Don’t these look lovely?  How do they feel baby doll?”

“Fabulous,” Freddie replied, twisting slightly in Brian’stight grasp.  

Brian smiled.  “Ibet.”  In one swift movement, he had themdown around Freddie’s knees.

Brian nudged Freddie’s feet apart, shredded stockingsdrooping around the little kitten heels he wore.  The sight of seeing Freddie spread open andutterly ruined for him had him incredibly hard…he’d keep him that way foreverif he could.  

“Gonna open you up now princess, if you’re not already slickfor me.  Let me see, have you made a messof yourself for me?”

Brian’s hand went around Freddie’s waist, then dipped lowerto tease at his cock.  Indeed, there weredrops of precum leaking from the head.  

Brain tsked.  “Naughtygirl,” he said shaking his head.  

Brian slicked his fingers in Vaseline, then gently circledFreddie’s rim.  Freddie pushed back onhim, demanding more until he finally pushed in, having teased him to the pointof madness.  

A long aaaahh sound came from Freddie’s lips, and he soughtfriction against the back of the couch. Brian let him, easing his fingers inand out of him as he probed his tight heat with two, then three fingers.  

Freddie keened, head burrowing in the pillows and fistsclenching into the cushions.  “Fuck mealready Bri,” he stuttered out.  “Get onwith it.”  

Brian gave him a sharp smack on the bum, causing him tojolt.  “So impatient, my lovely.”  He pulled out the fingers all the same,standing back a moment to watch Freddie writhing and wet, bent over the of thecouch with his skirt around his waist and his panties around his knees.  

Brian pushed into him slowly, by inches, wanting to savorthe feeling of his tight warmth wrapping around him like a vice.  Freddie moaned, exhaling softly until he wasfinally seated, then pushing back into him, eager for him to move.  

Freddie clenched around him, the feeling of Brian fillinghim up completely, stealing his breath. Brian fucked him properly, like he wouldn’t break, his hands dug intohis hips and a moan on his lips.  

It was all still a bit surreal to Brian.  He’d thought about fucking Freddie all daylong, had been half-hard the entire shoot, but here he was, having his way withthe living wet dream right here on the set of the music video and he knew hewasn’t going to last.  Not a chance.  

He lifted Freddie’s hips a bit off the couch, increasing theangle so he would be sure to hit him in just the right spot, and Freddie criedout at the change, his legs trembling, threatening to topple in the heels hewore.  He began rutting against thecouch, and from the way he was clenching, Brian could tell he was close.  

“It’s ok sweet girl, just let go.  I’ve got you.”  

With a few last stuttering thrusts, Brian came, thenFreddie, painting the couch in his come. Brian slipped out of him and then held the shivering man against him as hecame down from his orgasm.

“Fuck, that was good,” Freddie sighed, and then burst into alaugh.  

Brian chuckled too, smoothing Freddie’s wig into place.  

“Come on,” Brian said as they walked to Freddie’s dressingroom.  “Let’s get you changed.”

Freddie followed him out of the studio, straighteninghis skirt.  “And then, maybe round two?”

Brian smiled.  “Maybe.”  

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

I’d love a pt. 2 to your most recent young!carol fic with her as a dom and the reader is sweet and has a boyfriend? specifically, a follow-up where the reader gets to eat carol out after school? I absolutely loved it and think you’re a fabulous writer and capture carol so well! 💕

Aww, thank you so much, love 💜 Flattery will get you everywhere so here you go.

You were sitting on your bed, textbook open in front of you. You had read the same sentence over and over, still not able to remember what you’d just read. Every time you heard a noise outside your head snapped up to look at your window. Carol was late.

You knew she was doing this on purpose. She always came over long before now. And yet she was keeping you waiting, probably working her hardest to make you beg. It wouldn’t be the first time she had done so.

You’d managed to fend Brad off, telling him you had an assignment due and that you were on your period. Every time it was your time of month he always gave you a wide berth. You tried not to roll your eyes at that. He’d kissed you goodbye after dropping you at home and you compared it to how you felt with Carol. There was no competition.

Your window banged open and Carol climbed through, cocky grin in place as she took you in, waiting for her patiently. She flopped down next to you, pushing your textbook off your bed with a thump. You smiled at her, reaching out to her. She batted your hand away.

“Have you been a good girl?” she asked.

You nodded, biting your lip. She grinned at you.

“Has Brad been here?” she asked, turning her attention to your room.

“No,” you said, “I told him I had my period.”

“You’re lying for me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at you, “only bad girls lie.”

“How else was I meant to get him off my case?” you asked.

She laughed, tilting her head back as she looked at you. Her glasses flashed in the sunlight and you felt your heart stutter in your chest.

“Why don’t you tell him you’re a fucking carpet muncher?” she asked, “I bet he’d back off then.”

You scoffed but decided not to deign that with a reply. She sat up, bringing her face close to yours. You shuddered, your fingers itching to reach out for her. She looked you in the eye for a moment, then grabbed you by the hair, dragging you closer to her.

“Why don’t you tell him how much you love it when I’m fingering you? Or how about how you beg to lick my pussy?” she asked.

You whined and she laughed, letting you go.

“Such a little fucking slut,” she said and drew a cigarette from inside her pocket.

You plucked it from her fingers, depositing it on the bedside table. She growled at you but you smiled, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a kiss. She kissed back, all tongue and teeth, and you felt yourself turn to jelly under her touch. She pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you, her hair falling about your face to create a barrier between the two of you and the rest of the world.

“I wonder what he’d say if he could see you now,” she hissed and pressed her lips to the underside of your jaw. You tangled your fingers in her hair, throwing your head back to give her easier access.

“Bet you’re not such a good girl for him, are you?” she asked, dragging her teeth over your skin. You moaned and she chuckled.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you said, tugging on her hair.

She drew back from you, grinning and you traced a thumb over her bottom lip. She sucked it into her mouth. You flipped your position, straddling her waist, kissing her again. She tangled her fingers in your hair, pulling on it until you drew back from her.

She was smirking at you, that fucking cocky look in her eyes. You began to kiss down her neck, running your hands up her body until you were fondling her breasts. She arched her back, her head falling onto the pillow.

You jerkily pulled her jeans from her legs, running your hands over her smooth skin. She looked down at you, her eyebrow raised, watching you. You hooked your fingers in her panties and drew them down her legs. You placed an open mouth kiss on her inner thigh, sucking and biting at the skin. She squirmed against you.

“Are you going to fucking get on with it?” she asked.

You looked up at her, biting your lower lip. She huffed, her hands tangling in your hair, trying to guide your mouth to where she wanted it. You extracted her hands from her hair, pressing them into the mattress as you placed another gentle kiss on her thigh.

“Patience is a virtue,” you said and licked up her slit.

Her hips bucked up and you chuckled, gently pushing them back onto the bed. You circled her clit with your tongue, enjoying the way she moaned above you. Her fingers tangled in your hair again, tightening as you sucked on her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she let out a loud moan.

You lapped at her entrance, tasting her juices on your tongue. You moaned and she shuddered above you. You went back to her sensitive nub, swirling your tongue around it, never quite touching it. Her fingers tightened in your hair until it was almost painful. You grazed your teeth over her bundle of nerves and her hips jerked up.

You pressed a finger to her entrance, pressing your tongue to her clit. You pushed inside her, feeling her warmth surround your finger. You looked up at her. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. She was panting, biting her lip. You crooked your finger, the way you knew she liked it.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “fucking fuck me.”

You chuckled and her legs trembled. You slipped another finger into her and went back to sucking on her clit, feeling her muscles flutter around your fingers. You added a third finger, stretching her and she groaned, her hips rising off the bed.

You removed your fingers from her and she whined. You thrust them back in, twisting and curling, setting a fast past. You pumped your fingers hard and fast as you sucked on her clit, listening to her moans and the string of expletives she let out. Her legs began to shake around your head and you pressed your tongue flat against her clit.

She came with a cry, her muscles contracting around your fingers. You rode her through her orgasm, nuzzling against the soft skin of her thigh. You lapped at her, cleaning her juices from her skin before sucking on your fingers as you watched her catch her breath.

“My good girl,” she said, reaching her hand out to you to pull you into a kiss.

You went gratefully, trailing your hands over her body as you went. She held you to her, her lips so soft against yours as she kissed you, long and deep, her hands running over your back.

You settled beside her on the bed, your head on her chest as she stroked her fingers through your hair, knotted from where she’d been grabbing it. You nuzzled against her, sighing contentedly.

“Bet Brad doesn’t know how talented you are with your tongue,” she said.

“It worries me that your first thought after all that is about Brad,” you said, drawing patterns on her skin.

“It should worry you that your first thought isn’t about Brad,” she said in return.

“He graduates this year,” you said, “he knows we’ll break up then.”

She chuckled, pulling you into another kiss. You clutched at her, never wanting this moment to end.

“You’re all mine,” she said, drawing away from you.

You couldn’t disagree.

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After this man chapter 17

‘Only for me.’ He growls the words I know he absolutely means, his carnal possession of my body making me weak with lust. ‘Only ever for me, do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ I sigh and go lax beneath him, the roaring blood starting to clear from my ears.

‘Up you get.’ He links my arms around his neck. ‘Get those fabulous legs around my waist.’

I conform and wrap myself around him, letting him lift me from the bed. He strides towards the bedroom door. ‘Where are we going?’ I ask, hope blossoming at the potential of a Justin style row.

‘My office.’

Oh? ‘Wait!’ I shout abruptly.

He halts instantly. ‘What’s the matter?’

‘Take me to the wardrobe.’

‘Why?’

‘Because we need a condom.’

‘What?’ He’s shocked.

‘We need a condom.’ I repeat, even though I know damn well he heard me right.

‘I don’t have any.’ he spits the words out.

Oh, he’s so guilty. ‘You do. In the wardrobe.’ I should be flying off the handle at him; his tense body suggests he is fully expecting it. He knows that I know.

‘Selena, I don’t do condoms with you.’

‘Then we don’t have sex.’ I shrug against him. He is so digging himself a hole.

‘Excuse me?’ He pulls back and hits me with a disgusted look.

I’m fighting to maintain a straight face when I should be furious at the potential of him hiding my pills, but I can’t be. He’s a f**king enigma, I don’t think I’ll ever work him out. ‘You heard.’ I say casually.

His disgusted look transforms into a mighty scowl. ‘For f**k sake.’ He makes for the wardrobe with me in his tight clinch, releasing one arm from me and immediately locating the condoms he claimed he didn’t have while grumbling the whole time. He really does want me pregnant. I’ll be fighting him hard on that matter, although it may already be too late. What will I do? I can’t even think about it. All I can do is quietly hope.

‘You know, my mark is fading too.’ I say, looking down at his pec as he takes us from the bedroom.

His scowl disappears and he smirks at me ‘It is?’

‘It needs freshening up.’ I raise my eyebrows and watch in lustful delight as his eyes darken further.

‘My girl is possessive. Knock yourself out, baby.’

I grin and sink my teeth into his pec, a small moan escaping his lips as I’m carted downstairs and straight into his office.

‘I want to take you right here so whenever I have to work, I will see you spread n**ed on my desk.’ He lowers me onto his big wooden desk and chucks the box of condoms down before sinking himself into his leather office chair. It’s all tidy in here too. Cathy must be wondering what’s gone on.

He’s completely n**ed and hard as steel, and my eyes are thrilled as I drag my stare down the full length of him. His fingers hook into the top of my knickers and I brace myself on the edge of the desk to lift my bum so he can draw them down my legs. He opens the top drawer of his desk and drops them in before shutting it again and returning his eyes to mine.

‘You’ve just come all over them.’ He rests his palms on my thighs. ‘I want to be able to smell you too. Spread your legs.’

Oh good Lord!

I pull my thighs apart as far as I can, completely exposing myself to him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, a million times, but like this, I feel completely laid bare. The chair rolls forward and he reaches behind me, gently unclasping my bra strap and pulling it down my arms. My breathing has quickened, I’m ready to go again, but I can tell from his mood and approach that this will be on his terms. He has the power and sat in that chair, entirely naked, his abdominals tight, his mammoth erection resting on his lower stomach, he looks mighty powerful too.

‘Lean back on your hands.’ He puts my matching bra in the drawer with my knickers and sits back in his chair.

I lean back, pushing my chest forward. I’m nervous, and I don’t know why. He has taken me in all ways, shapes and forms, in every Justin temperament I know, but today I’m a little uneasy. He runs his eyes from mine, slowly and leisurely down my body until he comes to rest on my sex. His eyes stay there and he sinks further into his chair, the reclining mechanism giving under his weight. He’s making himself really comfortable.

Me? Not so much.

I’m sat here as n**ed as he is and my heart is beating out of my chest as I watch him stare at my cleft. He is utterly rapt.

‘Why are you nervous?’ he asks without lifting his eyes from between my thighs. His deep rolling voice does nothing to settle me.

‘I’m not.’ It’s a feeble reply. I am. I feel wide-open and scrutinised which is ridiculous. There is not a part of me that hasn’t had him on it, in it or over it. He owns me.

He lifts his eyes to mine and the hardness softens immediately. ‘I love you.’

My entire being relaxes with those three words. ‘I love you too.’

‘Don’t ever doubt it.’

‘I won’t. Have you finished with your observations?’ I raise a sardonic eyebrow.

‘No.’ He reaches forward and re-spreads my thighs. I hadn’t realised I had partly closed them. ‘I’m evaluating my assets.’ He sits back and resumes his viewing of my most private place.

‘I’m an asset?’

‘No, you’re my asset.’ He keeps his eyes right where they are, and I decide that I may as well drink in my own asset. His flawlessness still makes me salivate. ‘Would you like to hear my verdict?’ he asks.

‘I would.’

Up come his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts. ‘I’m a very rich man.’ He rolls his chair forward and picks up my legs by my ankles, resting the soles of my feet on his shoulders. If I was laid bare before, then I have no idea what I would be now. ‘Don’t hold back on me.’ He chides me on a slight frown. He rests his palms over the tops of my feet and turns his lips onto my anklebone, the hot connection catapulting a pulse up my leg to settle deep in my core.

I small groan seeps from my mouth.

‘Push your hair over your shoulders.’ he commands quietly. I prop myself on one hand and gather my hair from my front, releasing it down my back. ‘Better. Now I can see all of my assets.’ He nips at my ankle.

I spasm.

‘Seeing you turned on, and knowing it’s me who makes you like this, is the most gratifying feeling.’ He reaches his hand out and runs his middle finger up my centre, finishing with a light pressure at the top of my clit.

My lips part and tiny, shallow breaths slip from my mouth repeatedly. I shift with the overwhelming need to clamp my legs shut.

‘Keep them open, Selena. I want to see your flesh pulsating under my touch when you come for me.’ His throaty tone spikes my want of explosion under his intense touch and equally intense eyes.

He trades one finger for two and scissors my cl*t slowly. My head drops back. ‘Ohhhhhhh.’ I moan. I know I’m committing a massive transgression.

‘Eyes, baby. Keep your eyes on me.’

‘I’m close.’ I whimper.

‘I know, but I’ll stop unless you get your eyes back on me. Listen to me, Selena. Show me those beautiful eyes.’

I pull my heavy head back up with a massive effort as I tremble under his touch. Our eyes lock and he increases his strokes. His lust filled greens, parted lips and relaxed body escalates my pleasure. He is still, but he is totally affected. The only movements coming from him are his fingers at my core gliding up and down, his pulsing c**k and the sharp rise of his chest. And then he turns his lips onto my ankle and grazes his teeth across the surface.

I’m a goner.

I bite back a scream and push into Justin’s shoulders with my feet as I’m assaulted from every angle by a surge of pressure that explodes and turns my body into a non-responsive mass of twitching nerves.

‘There it is,’ he breathes, kissing my foot and sliding his finger up my cleft. ‘Selena, you’re throbbing. It’s f**king perfect.’

My br**sts are rising and falling, my skin clammy and my muscles are contracting harshly. He’s watching me ride out my cl**ax, sat back with his stare firmly in place at my entrance. The appreciation in his eyes is something else. How he is managing to keep his own hands from wrapping around his iron length is beyond me. I can see it throbbing where it rests.

‘Come here.’ He puts his hands out and I take them, releasing my feet from his shoulders, my legs folding under me as I straddle his lap and hold onto the back of the chair. ‘Lift.’ He speaks quietly.

‘Condom.’ I’m panting.

‘Selena, don’t ask me to wear a condom.’ He’s almost begging.

‘Justin, do you realise how lucky we are that I’m not already pregnant?’ I know I possibly could be, but I pray to God that I’m not, and I also know that he’s thinking it will be unlucky if I’m not. He must know that I could be – he’s robbed my pills and knows that I’ve not replaced them. This is most definitely something I’ll fight him on, the crazy man. Introducing a child into our relationship? That would qualify as beyond stupid, and we have plenty of shit to occupy ourselves with, like challenging and neurotic behaviour – except now we both probably qualify as neurotic freaks.

He shakes his head and pulls me down, positioning himself, but I tense up, trying my hardest to prevent him from entering me. He looks up at me and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. I push his hand away from under me and settle back down, minus one Justin buried inside me. I keep my eyes on his, but they drop a little. He knows I’ve got him.

I turn and pick one of the foil packets from the box and then slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He watches me rip the packet open and slide out the condom before I reach forward and gently grasp his cock, slipping it over his head and negotiating it down the full length of his shaft. We’re both silent as I crawl back up his body and position myself back on his lap.

I raise myself, pushing forward so my br**sts are within licking distance of his mouth. He takes full advantage, flashing me a knowing smile and swirling his hot tongue around each nipple before clamping his teeth on the ends in turn. I’ve had two roaring orgasms and with his teeth latched onto my nipple, there will be a third on the way soon. How does he do this to me?

I feel his hand under my backside and he positions himself under me, the strange sensation of latex skimming my thigh. ‘Lower gently.’ His short, sharp instruction is delivered in a voice that, no mistaking, holds all the power.

I do as I’m told and release my thigh muscles, sinking slowly down onto him. His steel rod of flesh finds my passage and slips past as he draws in a long, controlled breath. His head sinks back into the chair and mine drops onto his forehead, my eyes closed. I’m completely impaled by him. It doesn’t feel the same, but it’s still him inside me.

‘Hold still,’ His minty breath invades my nose as he speaks into my face and wraps his big palms around my waist.

I wait. I can feel him pulsing inside me and it takes every bit of strength I have not to contract around him. He needs a moment.

‘You feel so perfect around me. How long do you think you could stand this without responding?’ He pecks my lips and trails his tongue across my bottom lip. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long at all. I push my mouth to his, but he tuts and turns his face from me. ‘Not long then.’

I pull my head back and he returns his forward again. ‘You’re denying me.’ I say softly. It staggers me sometimes when he does this, given how terribly he reacts to being held back from me.

‘It’s a challenge.’

‘You’re a challenge,’ I breathe and drop my face back down to try and claim him, but he turns his face again. I try to instigate some movement by rolling my hips, but he clamps his hands around my waist. It doesn’t take much of his strength to hold me still. I pull back and he returns his face to the centre.

‘You need me.’ His voice is raspy, sexy as hell and doing me no favours as I work hard to control my breathing, his c**k still jerking wildly inside me.

‘I need you.’ I know that these words mean more to him than I love you. His satisfied expression only confirms it. I lean forward to capture his lips, but he turns his face again. ‘How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?’ I ask.

‘Deadly.’ he states on a growl, returning his eyes to mine. He loosens his grip of my waist, and I take advantage of his lack of hold, bearing down on a moan. His eyes clench and re-open.

‘Me too.’ I say firmly, following it up with a grind against his hips.

His cheeks puff out and his hands shift to my hipbones, halting me in my tempting tactics. ‘Who has the power, Selena?’

‘You.’

His eyes twinkle. ‘Do you want me to f**k you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Right answer.’ He lifts my h*ps and rams upwards, yanking me down on a guttural bark. I scream and grab the back of the chair. ‘Like that?’ he asks as he withdraws and rams straight into me again.

‘Oh, God, Yes!’ My head rolls, my eyes close.

‘Eyes!’ he barks on another crash of our hips. ‘Feel it, Selena. Do you feel it?’

I drag my eyes open, my vision blurred. The pure, carnal, possessive expression on his handsome face makes me feel like the most desired creature alive. ‘I feel it.’

He groans and smashes upward over and over, lifting and yanking me back down to meet every punishing advance of his hips. A sheen of sweat invades his brow, his jaw muscles are locked and the vein in his neck is bulging. I grip tighter on the back of the chair, turning my knuckles white. I want to kiss him, but for one, he hasn’t said I can, and secondly, our mouths will never stay joined. My core is twitching, the over used, overworked bud of nerves screaming for a break from such intensity, but I need one more – just one more.

‘I’m close.’ My desperate words are disconnected and hardly decipherable. ‘Justin, I’m close!’

‘Wait!’ he grates and smashes upward again. The grip he has on my h*ps is nearly painful. ‘You’ll wait.’

‘I can’t.’ I cry, and he stops instantly, the lack of friction and rhythm chasing my orgasm away.

‘You’ll wait.’ he pants. He’s twitching like mad within me. How does he do that? His breathing is heavy and laboured. ‘Control it, Selena.’

‘I can’t control anything with you.’ I rest my head on his shoulder as the fire in my groin cools slightly.

‘I know,’ He turns his face into my hair and kisses me. ‘I own you, so I’ll control it.’ He circles his h*ps gently, stirring my abandoned orgasm. I can’t argue with that claim. He totally owns me and I’m under no illusion that he’s talking only of my impending cl**ax.

‘I love you.’ I murmur against his damp shoulder.

He sighs. ‘I love you too, baby. Shall we come together?’

‘Please.’

‘Put those lips on me.’

I slide my lips across his neck, to his jaw, straight onto his mouth and he starts a lazy, languid rocking of my hips, back and forth as I drown in his mouths attention of mine.

Gentle Justin; it’s like I’m in a relationship with a dozen different men.

‘Hmmm. You’re delicious.’ he says. I hum into his mouth and feel him smile. ‘I can feel you tightening around me. It feels so good.’ He guides my hips, grinding us together.

‘You feel good.’ I clench my thighs and move my hands to his hair to pull him closer.

‘Come for me.’ He delivers a few measured rotations, followed by a flick of his hips, and I roll gently over the edge on a long, satisfying groan into his mouth, my third release of the session not as body splitting, but no less earth moving or fulfilling. ‘Oh, Jesus.’ he garbles, his body going rigid. I can’t feel the sensations of his hot cum flooding me, but all the other signs of his cl**ax are there. He holds me still in his arms. ‘You.are.amazing.’

I grab onto his jerking c**k greedily and draw him into me. It’s pleasure embodied. He is pleasure embodied. ‘That was so good.’ I say, lavishing his lips. He lets me have my way, holding me as close as he can get me and circling teasing, feathery strokes on my hipbones. ‘It wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I ask.

‘No, it wasn’t, but it’s still something between us.’

‘You want to trample the condom.’ I grin against his lips.

‘I do.’ He pulls back and smiles. ‘You need to get ready or we’ll be late.’

I resume smothering his face. ‘Where are we going?’ I could quite happily stay right where I am. ‘I’m comfy.’

‘For dinner. I made a reservation.’ He laughs lightly and cups my cheeks in his hands, pulling my face away. ‘Shower.’

‘Let me love you.’ I dip down and work my way to his ear, biting down gently.

‘Selena.’ he warns, pulling me from my nuzzling. His eyes flicker with mischief as he reaches forward and traces the edges of his mark on my boob. ‘You’ll always have this.’ He looks up at me. ‘Always.’

I reach forward and draw my own little circle around my mark on his pec. ‘You should have your name tattooed on my forehead,’ I grin. ‘And then there will be no mistaking who I belong to.’

He raises his eyebrows and pouts slightly. He’s probably considering it. ‘Not a bad idea.’ he says dead pan. ‘I like it.’ He stands with me in his arms, and I resume my customary baby chimp style hold of him.

He takes us back upstairs, maintaining our connection until he reaches the bed, slips out of me and lowers me gently to the sheets. He shakes his head on a disgusted snort and pulls the condom off, knotting it and chucking it into the bin.

‘On your front so I can put some more cream on you.’ He encourages me to turn over, smoothing his palms over both of my bum cheeks. I most certainly do not want to go out now. I want to lay here all night with Justin astride my back rubbing his delectable hands all over me.

‘I need a shower first.’

‘I’ll do it again after.’

I smile. ‘You need cream.’

‘I’m fine. It’s all about you.’ He settles himself on my bum and squirts some cream on my back.

I jump as the coolness stabs my back. ‘Where was the warning?’ I grumble.

‘Sorry, this might be cold.’ He laughs.

I crane my neck around and he dazzles me with his smile, which I know is reserved only for me. I return my head to rest on my forearms. ‘You’re so handsome.’ I mumble dreamily, as he starts working the cream over every inch of my back. ‘I think I’ll keep you forever.’

‘Okay.’ he agrees, laughing again.

‘Where are you hiding my pills?’ I throw the question into the mix casually, and the sudden stilling of his hands tells me I’m so right. He’s hiding them, I know he is.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I’m talking about the fact that my contraceptive pills have recently been growing legs and running away and it’s only been happening since I met you.’

‘Why would I do that?’ he asks, his hands moving in slow, cautious circles over my back.

Why would he do that? I don’t know. Why does Justin do many of the things he does? He’s a f**king mystery, with his challenging ways and unreasonable demands. ‘I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘No, you’re not.’ He laughs.

‘It’s fine. I’ll go to the doctor’s to replace them.’ I say casually, and I’ll be hiding them. I have no idea what I’m going to do if I am pregnant. Die on the spot, I think. His hands become firmer on my back, only reinforcing my suspicions. ‘You’ll just have to wear a condom until I can re-start my course.’ I add.

‘I don’t like wearing condoms with you.’ he strains the words out.

‘We won’t be having any sex then.’ I conclude smugly. He is so hiding my pills.

‘Watch your mouth!’

I laugh to myself. I don’t know why. I should be raging, panicking, worrying. I can’t even begin to imagine how he would be with me if I was carrying his child. Holy shit, it would be unbearable. He would wrap me in cotton wool, lock me in a padded cell and guard it for nine months. Jesus Christ. I really hope I’m not pregnant. My life would be over. And how would he be with his children if he’s like this with me? Waiting for this period is going to be the longest time of my life.

‘You okay?’ he asks.

‘Fine.’ I answer quickly. ‘How long has Cathy worked for you?’ I ask, diverting the conversation from what is a completely pointless one. He’ll never admit it, anyway.

‘Nearly ten years.’

‘She’s fond of you.’

‘She is.’ he says quietly, and I know he feels the same way about Cathy. By his own admission he couldn’t live without her.

‘Does she know about The Manor? Ouch!’

‘Baby, I’m sorry!’ Oh, the fear in his voice. His lips fall straight on my back to kiss me better. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s fine. I’m fine. Unravel your boxer shorts.’ I feel him lift slightly and then the short, sharp connection on his hand across my arse. ‘Hey!’

‘Don’t be clever.’ he admonishes me and glides his palm over my cheek.

‘Well?’ I push.

‘Well what?’

‘Cathy. Does she know about The Manor?’ I feel some cream land on my bum cheek and then his hand working it into the sting.

‘Yes, she knows. It’s not some secret society, Selena. There are no cloak and daggers. You’re done. Up you get.’

‘You kept it a secret from me.’ I mutter indignantly, sitting myself on the edge of the bed.

‘That’s because I was falling hard and fast in love with you and it scared me to death to think you would run away from me if you found out.’ One brow arches accusingly, and I know what’s coming next. ‘And you did.’ he finishes.

‘It was a bit of a shock.’ I try to defend myself. The subsequent events after my discovery still make me shudder, and I want to point out that I came back to him after the whole Manor bombshell. It was the drinking that really made me run. ‘I knew you were experienced, but I didn’t anticipate it was because you owned a sex club that you utilised excessively.’ I don’t relish the reminder.

‘Hey!’ He closes in on me and lowers me to the bed dropping a kiss on my lips. ‘Let’s not re-visit old news. It’s all about us, and now and tomorrow and the next day and then the rest of our lives.’

‘Okay. Kiss me.’ I grin.

‘I’m sorry. Who has the power?’ His lips are twitching as his eyes flick from mine to my lips.

‘You do.’

‘Good girl,’ He drowns me in his mouth, giving me exactly what I want, but all too soon he pulls away. I express my annoyance with an audible grumble, and he narrows his eyes on me. ‘I’m ignoring you. Wear your new cream dress.’ He gets up and leaves me to shower and prepare for dinner.

I walk into the kitchen feeling very special in my new cream dress, narrow gold belt and new cream heels. My hair is swishing across my back and my make-up is light. I skid to a halt on my heels as I get my first eyeful of Justin. He’s on his phone, listening intently and he looks mouthwatering in his navy suit and pale pink shirt. My roving eyes work their way from his tan Grenson’s, up his long, lean legs, past his firm, perfectly toned chest and to his clean shaven, devastating face. He’s scowling.

I frown at him and his eyes soften as he perches on a stool and pats his thigh. I wander over and rest myself on his lap while I search through my bag to find my gloss. His face goes straight into my hair on an inhale and his arm snakes around my waist pulling me closer.

‘So, what can you tell me other than that?’ He’s speaking with little civility.

I turn and give him a questioning look as I sweep my gloss wand across my lips. He ignores my obvious curiousness and kisses me lightly on the cheek.

‘It’s f**king convenient that the other camera is broken.’ he says shortly. ‘Have you checked the footage from outside the bar?’

Oh no!

He seems to take a relaxing breath. I squeeze his thigh and he looks at me, then kisses my forehead. ‘Fine, let me know what you find.’ He chucks his phone on the worktop and it slides a good few feet. ‘It’s a f**king joke.’ he mutters.

‘You think it was Mikael in the footage, don’t you?’

‘Yes, I do.’

I don’t know why I feel shocked, I knew he thought it, but the confirmation makes me more on edge. ‘Do you think that Mikael drugged me?’ I spit the question out.

‘I don’t know, Selena.’ He sounds completely deflated.

‘It’s a bit farfetched, isn’t it?’

‘He hates me, Selena. He knows you’re my Achilles heel. He’s been waiting for this.’

I stand, turning to face him. ‘Should we go to the police?’ I ask. Justin’s concern is really concerning me now.

‘No,’ He shakes his head. ‘I’m dealing with it.’

‘Okay,’ I say quietly. I’m not arguing with him on this.

He sighs. ‘I should be walking away from you. If I could bear it, I would.’

‘What?’ I recoil, feeling panicked that he would even suggest such a thing.

‘I’ve upset a lot of people, Selena.’

‘Shut up!’ I’m feeling angry, ‘Don’t say things like that.’

‘Selena, the drink, the women…’

‘I said, don’t!’ I shout. ‘I don’t need a reminder that there have been other women since I’ve met you.’ I’m really mad now.

‘I’m sorry. I wish I could change everything, except you. You’re the only right thing in my life and I’m even making that all wrong.’ His head drops.

Tear start to build in my eyes. I know he’s remorseful, I know he has regrets. Damn it, I know this. I grab his chin and bring his face up to mine. ‘Don’t.’ I grind the words out.

He sighs, running his eyes all over me. ‘I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.’

‘You reminded me.’

He smiles mildly, then narrows his eyes on me playfully. ‘I like your dress.’ His hand slides up the inside of my thigh and sweeps through the seam of my knickers.

‘I like my dress too.’ Damn, I’m panting again. My bag tumbles to the kitchen floor and I grab the front of his suit jacket.

He slips his finger out and brings it up to my mouth, wiping the wetness straight across my freshly glossed lips. ‘I’m a very lucky man.’ He pulls me onto his lap and tilts me back, pushing his lips against mine on a long, lingering, sensual kiss. When he’s taken what he wants, he pulls back and flashes me his smile, reserved only for me.

I return it, running my thumb across his full bottom lip. ‘That colour doesn’t suit you.’ I drag away the soft, nude sticky gloss/cum.

‘No?’ He pouts, and I laugh. He stands me up before grabbing the remote control for the sound system. ‘I want to dance with you.’

‘You do?’

‘I do.’

I smile when Foster the People Pumped up Kicks fires from the speakers, very loudly. Oh, he really wants to dance. I’m yanked into his chest, his palm rests on my lower back and his spare hand grasps mine.

I place my other hand on his shoulder and look up at him on a smile. ‘You make me so happy.’

His eyes twinkle, his luscious lips tipping at the corner. ‘I’m going to make you happy for the rest of my life, baby. Let’s dance.’ He starts stepping backwards out of the kitchen and as soon as we’re in the vast open space of the penthouse, I’m immediately twirled out and brought back in again before he starts guiding me around the room. I laugh, looking up into his shining pools of green pleasure as I’m weaved between the furniture, twirled around while he smiles down at me. I’m guided from one end of the penthouse to the other, out onto the terrace, around the decking before being taken back inside.

‘What are we doing?’ I ask as we circle the sofa again.

‘I don’t know. Something between a waltz and a quickstep, I think.’ He grins at me as I continue to follow his lead. His eyes look like they could explode with happiness. ‘I think I enjoy this just as much as being buried inside you.’

‘Really?’ I ask, completely shocked.

‘No.’ He frowns. ‘That’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.’

My head falls back on a laugh, and he leans down resting his lips on my throat as he directs me back into the kitchen. He lifts me up to his body, my legs curling around his tight hips, my hands finding his hair. I hold his gaze and he stops his movements, studying me closely before placing me gently on the counter.

His palms cup my cheeks, his stare seeping into my eyes. He really doesn’t need to say anything, but I know he will. It’s like he wants to demonstrate how good he is at his newfound talent. He talks to me now.

His thumbs smooth over my skin. ‘Who has the power, Selena?’

I roll my eyes. ‘You do.’

‘You’re wrong.’

‘I am?’ I blurt. He holds the power. He’s made that perfectly clear.

‘You are.’ He smiles, and I frown. ‘You’re the one with the power, baby.’

‘But you always insist it’s you who holds the power.’

He shrugs. ‘I like you stroking my ego.’

I start laughing. ‘Are you joking?’

‘No.’

I stop laughing when he doesn’t join me in my humour, even though it’s pretty damn humorous. He definitely holds the powers. What’s wrong with him?

He burns holes through me with his stunning eyes. ‘I hold the power over your body, Selena. When those beautiful eyes are full of lust for me, that’s when I hold the power.’ He releases my cheeks and skates his palms up the insides of my thighs.

I tense, my mouth parting, my hands shooting up to clench his suit jacket in my fists.

He smiles, leaning in and placing his lips gently on mine. ‘See.’ he whispers, removing his hands from my thighs and prizing my grip from his chest. ‘The power’s yours again.’

I study him on a half-smile, completely getting it. ‘That’s why you f**k me senseless, give me the countdown and demand I kiss you when I’m mad.’

He smiles. ‘Watch your mouth.’

‘You’ve completely exposed yourself. I’m never going to let you touch me again!’

He laughs, really hard. His chest expands and he throws his head back. I think I already knew that. That’s why I run at the start of the countdown. I know what he’s capable of when he gets his hands on me. His head comes back down, his eyes scanning my face.

‘Well, Mr Ward. Given how much sex we have, I’d say you’re the majority shareholder of power in this relationship.’

I grin when he starts with the laughing again. It’s a wonderful sight, the faint lines fanning his greens, making his eyes sparkle. ‘Baby, we will never have enough sex.’

‘That makes you a very powerful man then.’

‘Oh Jesus, Selena.’ He sweeps my hair away from my face and cups my cheeks. ‘I love you so f**king much. Kiss me.’

‘Feeling weak?’

He leans in. ‘I am.’ His lips brush gently over mine and I indulge him, handing him the control he craves, letting his tongue saturate my senses as he hums into my mouth and draws all of the power from me.

‘Better?’ I ask around his lips.

‘Much. Come on, lady, we have a date.’ He places me on my feet before turning the music off and scooping my clutch from the floor. ‘Ready?’

‘Oh, let me show you the message.’ I take my bag and retrieve my phone. I had almost forgotten about that.

‘What message?’ he asks on a frown. He clearly has too.

‘The one sent from John’s phone.’ I scroll through my phone, my heart beating nervously. This is it. This is the moment I get this off my chest. I have it plain and clear, so he can’t possibly argue with it. John wouldn’t do this. ‘There.’ I hold my phone up to him and he takes it. His frown line creeps across his brow as he reads the message, a thoughtful look plaguing his expression. His eyes flick to mine and back to the screen. He’s really thinking about this.

After what seems like forever, with me tense and him staring at the screen, he starts nodding mildly. ‘I’ll be dealing with this.’ He tosses my phone on the counter. He doesn’t look very happy at all.

I sag a little in relief. I think I almost expected him to defend her or say that it must have been someone else, but who else would do that? I don’t need to say anything more. He knows, and I’m so relieved.

My phone starts singing and I scoop it up from the counter, seeing Ruth Quinn’s name flashing up on the screen. I let out a tired sigh and reject the call. She’ll soon call the office and find out that I’m off work today.

‘Who’s that?’ he asks.

‘A new client. A pain in the arse new client.’

He takes my phone and slides it back on the worktop, then pulls me into his chest. ‘No work today. Are you ready for our date?’

I nod into his chest. ‘Yes.’

His lips press into the top of my head and he releases me, holding his arm out in a very gentlemanly manner. I smile, threading my arm through his. He winks and leads me out of the penthouse and to the elevator.

We reflect in all of the mirrors around us. Everywhere I look, I can see him in all of his beauty, and me with my hand slipped under his suit jacket, un-willing to let him go. He glances down at me out the corner of his eye. ‘I should make you give me an apology f**k here and now.’ he says in a low, quiet voice.

‘Do I owe you an apology?’

‘You do.’ He returns his eyes forward, and I find them in the reflection of the doors.

‘What for?’ I quickly scan my mind for anything he might be referring to, and I come up with – in Justin’s world – way too much for him to hold against me. But this morning I’ve been compliant and he has been quite reasonable.

‘You owe me an apology for making me wait too damn long for you.’ His face is completely straight and his words full of meaning.

I smile and tuck myself into his side. I’ve not really had to wait very long for him at all, two crappy relationships aside. While he was battling numerous demons, I was blissfully unaware and going through the motions of any normal young woman. It’s a strange thought.

The elevator door opens and his arm drapes gently around my shoulder as we walk through the foyer of Lusso. ‘Clive.’ Justin nods at Clive, who nods brusquely in return before he continues with something that has his attention on his desk. He didn’t even acknowledge me or ask how I am. I heard his concerned voice last night when Justin carried me in. Have I upset him again?

We emerge into the cool, evening air and Justin bleeps the DBS. ‘Oh, Kate rang. You should probably call her back.’ he says.

‘You answered my phone again?’ I ask, but he just shrugs off my accusation.

I sigh and open my bag to retrieve my phone, but after a little rummage, I discover no phone. ‘Justin, I’ve left my phone in the tower.’

He makes a long, exaggerated point of demonstrating the inconvenience I’m causing. ‘Here.’ He passes the keys. ‘Hurry up or we’ll be late for dinner.’

‘I’ll be quick.’ I race off, back into the foyer of Lusso, throw a frown at Clive, who still ignores me, and press the code for the elevator. Why is it not on the ground floor still? I wait impatiently for it to return to base, then jump in.

I exit before the doors have completely opened and shove the key in the door, leaving it in the lock as I run into the kitchen. I skid to a halt on a shocked gasp when I see two people sat on barstools, both looking really very menacing.

Chapter 34

‘What…how…when…’ I stammer and stutter all over the place. Where did they come from?

‘Hello.’ Mum says, short and sharp. My Dad just sits there shaking his head.

I can’t work out if she’s mad or not. I want to dive on them both and squeeze the life out of them, I’ve not seen them for weeks and here they are, but I can’t gage their moods.

‘How did you get in here?’ I manage to get a full sentence out.

‘Oh, didn’t you know? Your father is a retired cat burglar.’ Mum’s perfectly threaded eyebrow raises at me and Dad sits there looking all disapproving and moody.

‘Mum?’ I frown.

She sighs and stands. ‘Selena O’Shea, get you backside over here and give your Mother a hug.’ She holds her arms out to me.

I burst into tears.

‘I knew she would do that!’ My Dad grumbles. ‘Bloody women!’

‘Shut up, Joseph.’ She gestures with her arms again and I walk straight into them, sobbing like a child and wincing slightly as she rubs my back warmly. ‘Ah, Selena. What are you crying for? Stop it, you’re setting me off.’

‘I’m so pleased to see you.’ I blubber into my Mums grey blazer and hear my father huffing his displeasure at the two women in his life bawling and sniveling. He’s never been one for showing his emotions, finding any sort of affection highly uncomfortable.

‘Selena, you couldn’t avoid us forever, even if we are miles away. Let me look at you.’ She pulls me away from her body and wipes my tears away.

There is no denying I’m my mother’s daughter. Her eyes mirror mine, all big and chocolaty and her hair that matches mine in colour is cut into a short sweeping style. She looks good for forty seven – really good.

‘You have sent me and your Dad wild with worry these last few weeks.’

‘I’m sorry. I’ve had a crazy few weeks.’ I try and sort myself out. My mascara is probably running down my cheeks and I seriously need to blow my nose. ‘Hold up.’ I look at my Mum and then my Dad, who shrugs his big shoulders on a grunt. ‘How did you really get in?’ I’ve been so blindsided with shock and emotion, I’ve forgotten that we’re stood in Justin’s ten million pound penthouse.

‘I invited them.’

I swing around and find Justin stood in the archway entrance with his hands resting loosely in his trouser pockets. ‘You never said.’ I splutter. I’m confused.

‘I didn’t want to row over it.’ he shrugs. ‘They’re here now.’

I look at my mother, who is smiling brightly at my challenging man, and then at my father, who executes his I’m-just-doing-as-I’m-told look. I return confused eyes to Mum. She is still smiling brightly and I’m mortified to see that she’s obviously affected by Justin. I don’t know why I’m mortified, he draws the same reaction from all women and I need to remember that my mother is nearer to Justin’s age than I am.

Oh God!

‘Urmm, Mum, Dad. This is Justin.’ I gesture between them. ‘Justin this is my Mum and Dad. Elizabeth and Joseph.’ I hadn’t planned for it to be like this. I hadn’t planned it at all, actually.

‘We’ve met.’ Justin says.

My eyes fly to his. ‘What?’

‘We’ve met.’ he repeats himself, which is not necessary because I heard the first time.

His lips are twitching. Okay, I’m thoroughly confused. He sighs and walks towards us until he’s stood in front of me, a bit close for comfort, considering my parents are just there and this is all a bit of a shock for them, and for me.

‘I didn’t go for a run this morning.’ he says.

‘You didn’t?’ I frown. ‘You had your running kit on.’

He laughs lightly. ‘I know. It’s not what I would have chosen to wear to meet your parents, but desperate times.’ He shrugs.

‘You’re making up for it now, Justin.’ My Mum pats his suit clad arm and my mouth drops open.

What the f**k is going on here? I want to swear my head off, but my Mum hates swearing just as much as Justin. Well, Mum hates all swearing, full stop. Justin just hates me swearing, but thinks it is perfectly acceptable for him to rant like a sailor.

‘I’m sorry.’ I reach up and rub my temples. ‘I’m confused.’

‘Sit.’ Justin takes my arm and leads me over to a stool, taking a seat next to me. Mum resumes position next to Dad. ‘I spoke to your Mum late last night. She was understandably worried about you and asked me lots of question.’ He raises his brow at my Mum who laughs lightly.

‘Nosey, isn’t she?’ Dad tuts, and Mum slaps his shoulder.

‘She’s my little girl, Joseph.’

‘Anyway,’ Justin continues, ‘I thought it was best for them to come and see for themselves that I’m not a raving loon, keeping you captive in our tower. So, here they are.’

‘Here we are.’ Mum sings. She clearly has no issues with the mature, stunning man who is gently stroking my hand.

I try and recover from shock. ‘So, you met them this morning? Why?’ I ask.

‘I felt I needed to explain myself.’ Justin says. I look at him and could weep. I can’t believe he’s done this. ‘Selena, neither of us anticipated each other and for very different reasons. I know your parents opinion counts for a lot to you, and as it means so much to you, it means a lot to me too. My priority is you. You’re all that matters to me. I love you.’

I hear my Mum hit the deck in her mental faint and my Dad, although emotionally detached, gives an approving nod. ‘All any father wants is for their daughter to be taken care of.’ Dad reaches over and puts his hand out to Justin. ‘I believe you’ll do good.’

Justin accepts my Dads offering. ‘It’s my fulltime job.’ Justin smiles, Mum swoons and I laugh.

Good God!

Justin raises a sardonic eyebrow at me. He knows what I’m thinking. Are my Mum and Dad aware of how serious he is when he says that? I have to commend Justin on his speech, though. He’s won them over fair and square, and I do feel like I’ve had a huge burden lifted from my shoulders, but I’m conscious that they don’t know Justin’s business nature and what he did when he drank. Or about the punishment he subjected himself to because he thought he had failed me, because he thought he deserves retribution – or the fact that I could be pregnant. I could go on forever. That’s a whole other weight on my shoulders. Did he explain to them about the drinking? After Matt’s call to them, they must be wondering.

Mum gets down from her stool and makes her way around the island, her eyes all glazed. ‘Come here, you silly sod!’ She pulls me down from the stool and throws her arms around me. I hiss a few times, clenching my eyes shut. ‘You’ve got yourself in a right pickle. You’ve fallen in love, Selena. You should have told me.’ she soothes.

Oh, I have got myself in a pickle, but for a whole lot more reasons than she knows.

‘Right, are we eating or what? And I’m gagging for a pint.’ My Dad drags me back to the here and now.

Mum releases me and straightens herself out. ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom, Justin?’ she asks.

‘Sure. Do a right and an immediate right again. Knock yourself out.’

‘Pardon?’ Mum blurts.

I laugh.

‘I’m sorry.’ He smiles, flicking his eyes to me, then back to my Mum. ‘Go for it. Like I said, right and right again. By the gym.’

‘Oh, thank you.’ Mum gives me an oh-the-gym look and grabs her purse from the worktop, leaving me, Justin and my Dad to make small talk.

‘So, what do you drive?’ Dad starts, and I groan. Dad’s passion for big, expensive cars is going to be fed good and proper now.

Justin pulls me back onto the stool. ‘A DBS.’

‘Aston Martin?’ Dad asks.

‘That’s it.’

‘Nice.’ Dad nods and does a rubbish job of showing disinterest. ‘And the hotel is in the Surrey Hills?’

Justin must feel me go rigid because he squeezes me slightly. ‘It is. I’ll show you one day, perhaps on your next visit.’

Never come to London again!

‘Sure, Elizabeth loves anything luxury.’ Dad rolls his eyes. My Mum is certainly high maintenance. ‘It’s a nice place you have here.’ Dad looks around the kitchen and then back at Justin.

‘Thank you, but your daughter is responsible for that.’ He starts curling a lock of my hair around his finger. ‘I just bought the place.’

‘So, this is the big project that stole all of your time?’ Dad muses. ‘You did a good job.’

‘Thanks, Dad.’ I’m more than relieved when I hear the front doorbell. Dad and small talk are not a match well made.

‘Do you want to get that?’ Justin pats my bum and I stand.

‘Who is it?’

‘I don’t know. Go and see.’ He pushes me away, and I leave Dad and Justin to continue small talk as I make my way to the front door. No one can come up without knowing the code, so it has to be Clive.

I swing it open and find Dan, Kate and Sam, all stood in the penthouse foyer and my first thought is; Dan and Kate within a mile of each other? Bad news. But then Dan steps forward with a big smile on his face and I all but throw myself on him, forgetting all back pain and awkward tension between him and my best friend.

‘What are you doing here?’ I squeeze him to me and he laughs.

‘I’m doing as I’m told,’ He fights me off and holds me back. ‘You look good.’ he says on a bright smile. ‘Where’s this new bloke who I need to give the ‘if you hurt her’ speech to?’

I wave of fear flies through me at the thought of Justin accepting any such speech. ‘In the kitchen, but you don’t need to do that.’

Please don’t do that!

He eyes me warily. ‘It’s my job.’ he states firmly, and then looks past me into the penthouse. ‘Fucking hell!’ he whispers as he cops a load of the space. He drops me and saunters off.

Kate steps forward with a clear look of trepidation of her pale face. She wraps her arms around me. ‘This has to be the most awkward situation I have ever put myself in,’ she whispers in my ear. ‘Fucking hideous.’

I laugh. ‘Ease up on your grip,’ I shrug her slightly. ‘Does Sam know?’ I whisper back.

‘Sorry and no. I thought he might have made the connection after you landed Dan’s visit on me at lunch that time, but he’s f**king oblivious.’

‘Hey! Where’s the love?’ Sam removes Kate and throws his arms around me gently. ‘You are one mad woman.’ he says quietly.

‘I know.’ I agree. Fucking crazy mad.

‘Don’t do that again.’ he scorns me. ‘Where’s my man?’

‘Kitchen.’

He drops me and heads for the kitchen. I look at Kate, and she shakes her head. ‘If I could’ve got out of this, I would have.’ She lets out a stressed breath. ‘Come on.’ She takes my hand and we go back to the kitchen, finding Justin making the introductions. Dan’s cautious eyes flick between Justin and Sam for a whole lot of different reasons.

Cathy appears from nowhere with Luigi and three waiters and Justin leaves the kitchen island chatter to have a word. I watch as he lets Cathy kiss his cheek, shakes Luigi’s hand and then points around the kitchen and through to the terrace. Cathy shoos him away and gives me a happy wave.

‘What’s happening?’ I ask him when he joins me back by the island.

‘We’re having dinner.’

‘Here?’

‘Yes, I arranged for Luigi to come in and do the honours. We’ll eat on the terrace. It’s a nice evening.’ He places me in front of him and brushes my hair away from my face.

‘I can’t believe you did this.’

He cocks his head to the side. ‘Whatever it takes, you know this.’

My hands slide up his jacket sleeves to rest on his biceps. ‘You might get the loving brother speech,’ I smile apologetically. ‘Do you think you could humour him?’

His lips press into a straight line. ‘You mean another man telling me how to look after you? I don’t think so.’

My shoulders sag slightly. ‘Whatever it takes?’ I whisper his words. I can’t even begin to imagine how much it pained him to have to talk to my parents. It goes against all of his natural instincts.

He rests his finger under my chin and drops a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. ‘Whatever it takes.’ he confirms. ‘Come on.’

He proceeds to direct everyone out of the kitchen and onto the terrace, where I find everything has been set for a meal. The outside dining table has been superbly laid, the patio heaters have been lit to take the edge off the cool evening air and bottles of wine and beer are chilling in the drinks fridge by the huge built-in barbeque. I throw Justin a questioning look. How did he manage all of this? He smiles and gives me a gesture of sleep. While I was snoozing most of the day, he has been busy meeting my parents and preparing all of this? I’m still in shock.

I’m in a half trance as the people I love the most in the world converse, chat, laugh and drink at the table, while Luigi and his staff prepare and serve a luscious Italian feast. Justin keeps his hand firmly on my knee, choosing to eat one handed, squeezing every so often, particularly harder when Dan commences his older brother speech. I watch Justin struggle to remain polite and gracious while they chat, and when my mother catches the line of conversation, I’m immensely grateful for her intervention. She admonishes Dan and smiles sweetly at Justin before picking up her conversation with Kate, who has eased up slightly after a few glasses of wine inside her, although you can’t ignore the tension that is bristling between her and Dan. Sam, however, is completely unaware and doing a good job of making my Dad laugh hard with God only knows what stories.

‘Kate’s not her normal self.’ Justin observes quietly, as he tops up my water glass. ‘Is she okay?’

‘She and Dan have a bit of a history.’ I reply, equally as quietly and out of earshot of Dan. ‘It’s complicated.’

Justin’s eyebrows rise in surprise. ‘I see. Did you enjoy your pasta?’

‘It was lovely.’ I rest my hand over his on my knee. ‘Thank you.’

‘You are more than welcome.’ he winks. ‘Nothing stands in the way now, does it?’ He gives me an expectant look.

‘No, the path is clear.’ I smile and then melt when he gives me his smile, the one reserved only for me, his eyes twinkling in contentment.

‘I’m glad you said that.’ He stands, halting all conversation at the table, all attention turning to him. He pulls my chair out. ‘Up you get.’ he instructs, and I stand on a frown. ‘Excuse us for a few minutes.’ he says to our silent guests, before leading me away by my hand.

‘Where are we going?’ I ask his back.

He halts, turns and drops to his knee in front of me, only a few feet away from the table. I hear my Mum’s sharp intake of breath and mine that follows shortly after. I look down at him with a gaping mouth and wide eyes as he takes my hand and looks up at me with crystal clear green.

‘Shall we try this the traditional way?’ he asks quietly.

I start to physically shake. ‘Oh God.’ I breathe through the melon sized lump in my throat. I turn slowly and drink in the table and the occupants, all watching intently. My Mum has her hand over her mouth and my Dad has a small smile on his lips. Dan is expressionless and Kate and Sam are relaxed in their chairs with matching grins.

My heart commences gallop in my chest as I return my body to face Justin, my glazed eyes to his. He’s only just met my parents. He can’t land this on me – not in front of them.

‘I’ve trampled them all.’ His eyes twinkle. ‘delicately…ish.’ he adds. ‘I’ve even asked your father.’ The corner of his mouth lifts into a half smile and a small sob escapes my lips. ‘You must know how hard that was for me.’ He drops my hand and glides his palms around the backs of my legs to pull me closer, prompting my hands to rest on his shoulders. ‘Anything it takes, Selena.’ he whispers.

My hands drift up to find the back of his head and my fingers thread through his dark blonde hair as he looks up at me.

‘Marry me, baby.’

‘You’re crazy mad.’ I sob, bending to kiss him, my hands moving to the side of his face. ‘You crazy, crazy man.’

‘Will I be crazy mad and married?’ he asks into my mouth. ‘Please tell me I’ll be crazy mad and married to you.’ His hands pull me down to my knees and he holds my shoulders firmly, his eyes swimming as he searches my face. ‘It’s all about you and it always will be. For the rest of my life it’s only you. I love you, beyond crazy. Marry me, Selena.’

I fall forward onto his chest in a sobbing mess and hear my Mum burst into tears.

‘Is that a yes?’ he asks into my neck.

‘Yes,’

‘I can’t breathe.’ he murmurs, falling back, taking me with him so we’re sprawled on the terrace floor. He takes my mouth, kissing me adoringly. Once again, my challenging, neurotic ex-playboy will have me wherever and however he pleases, and he’s completely unashamed of it. ‘I love you so much.’ He pulls my hand up and slips my ring back onto my finger before dropping a kiss next to it and engulfing me in his body again, squeezing me hard.

‘I love you too.’ I whisper in his ear.

‘I’m so glad. You’re the best birthday present I’ve ever had.’

What?

I pull up and gaze down at him through my glazed eyes. He smiles, almost embarrassed. ‘It’s your birthday?’

‘It is.’ He starts nibbling his lip. He’s concerned.

‘Today?’

‘Yes.’ He nods as he answers.

I narrow playful eyes on him. ‘How old are you?’

‘I’m thirty eight.’ He doesn’t hesitate.

I break out in a full beam. ‘Happy birthday.’

He blesses me with his smile, reserved only for me and pulls me back down to his chest, sinking his nose straight into my neck.

I melt into him.

I love this man, in all of his perfection and in all of his challenging, unreasonable ways. He took me hard and fast. He made me fall in love with him. He made me need him.

He was so unexpected, so passionate and so absolutely irresistible. And now he is wholly mine, and I am undeniably his.

I finally understand him.

I’ve finally got beneath this man.

The End.

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