Besieged (17 page)

She pushes up against me with a surprising amount of force. Of course I’m stronger than her, but I oblige and allow her to push me onto my back and straddle me. Such hardships I endure. She reaches over and fumbles in the drawer beside the bed, I hear a rip and she hastily rolls a condom over my now rigid cock. She kisses me quickly, before reaching down and gripping me hard. She lowers onto me, guiding the head of my erection into her. I'm surprised by how wet she is, her body ready and willing, so eager.

She eases herself slowly down, she feels so damn good. When she's taken me completely she lets out a little groan which makes me shiver.

She moves up and down my length, riding me. Her skin glows in the strip of pale moonlight. Her hair falls around her shoulders. Her erect nipples are so enticing on her perfect tit's. She rolls her hips into me, the sculpted planes of her torso flex and writhe as she moves.

I grip her hips firmly and pull her hard onto me, she throws her head back and groans in response. The sight is so sexy I have to hold her hips firmly ceasing her movement. "Don't stop." She moans.

"Just give me a second or I'm going to come." I pant. She rocks into me forcefully.

"Good." She smiles wickedly.

I sit up so that I'm face to face with her, her breathing is laboured and I can taste her breath on my tongue. I wrap my arms around her as she winds her fingers into my hair. She grinds into me whilst kissing me firmly. I grab her hips pulling her into me harder. I run my tongue lightly along the top lip of her parted mouth as her body moves. Oh god she feels fucking amazing, I’m so close.

"Theo." She gasps against my lips.

I thrust upward into her as she grinds against me. She throws her head back and cries out as I feel her tighten and clench around me.

"Oh shit. Lilly!" I growl  against her neck as I come hard and fast with her.

I collapse back onto the bed gasping and trembling with aftershocks. Lilly lays against my chest heaving and speechless. I have never had such intense and staggering sex with anyone, she takes my breath away.

My phone alarm goes off at seven thirty. It takes me a moment to realise where I am as I look around the pale grey walls of Lilly's room. Lilly lays on her front, the duvet is half discarded and just covers her bum. The beautiful curve of her back is exposed, partially covered by her copper waves. Her face is turned toward me, she looks completely peaceful and perfect in sleep, and it's now when she looks so relaxed that I realise the constant strain her features normally carry, as though she has the weight of the world on her shoulders.

I reluctantly climb out of bed and throw on my jeans and shirt. I approach her sleeping form and for the first time I notice small scripted writing across the side of her hip. I lean in to study the tiny font.  It reads: Diamonds are made under pressure. She’s definitely a diamond, and I have no doubt that her life has followed a difficult path. I want to know her, and that’s really stupid of me. This is just sex, nothing more.

 I sit on the edge of the bed and brush her hair gently off her back to press a soft kiss between her shoulder blades, unable to keep my hands or lips off her for too long. She groans and her eyelids flutter open, she rolls over and smiles sleepily at me. A shaft of sunlight escapes the curtains and lights her face. Light reflects off of her hair, shining a brilliant flaming red. I study her features, her bright eyes, her full lips, sex rumpled hair, she's never looked more sexy and I immediately want to bury myself in her... again, but I really have to go. Sadly I can't spend my life in bed with her.

I lean down and brush my lips over hers. She places a hand around my neck and holds me there. She releases me sulkily. "You're going?"

"Sorry sugar. I promised I'd meet my sister for coffee this morning, before she flies to Paris."

"Well, that is a shame. I could really go for morning sex right now." She bites her bottom lip whilst running her hands over her amazing tits.

"Lilly." I growl as I yank open the fly of my trousers.

I meet Cat at our usual spot. They serve the best cooked breakfasts here. Cat's her usual bubbly self. I’m not exactly well rested this morning and I must look like shit.

"Theo, are you even listening to me?" She scowls at me.

"Sorry, yes I am. I'm just a bit distracted at the moment."

She looks thoughtful. "With a girl?" Damn she's good.

"I don't get distracted by women. It's just work." Lilly technically works for me in a roundabout way...

"Whatever. I know that look." She grins. I glare back at her.

"So when do I have to meet your latest douchebag?" I smile as her face morphs into a scowl.

"He's not a douchebag." She pouts.

I laugh at her. "They're always douchebags. Men are arseholes. Take it from someone who knows."

"No, you're an arsehole. Don't measure other people by your own fucked up standards." She grumbles.

"You see that's where you're wrong. We're all arseholes, I'm just honest enough to admit it. Fact of nature, it is instinct for the male of any species to spread his seed."

"God you're a twat." She mutters as she takes a sip of her coffee. I laugh.

After harassing her for an hour, I give Cat a lift to the airport with the promise of doing dinner with said douchebag soon. Joy.

Monday evening Hugo invites a few of the ‘lads’ as he refers to them, although how you could refer to Henry and Will as lads I don’t know, over for a game night. This means drinking beer and playing video games. If anyone ever asked any of us we’d deny it, but it is fundamental part of male DNA to want to run about and shoot stuff. Obviously I can’t do that, although Hugo did buy two acres of land last year for the sole use of paint balling. Video games are the only available option.

I knock on Hugo’s front door but get no answer. He sometimes works in the office which is in the loft, so leaves the front door open. I push the door open and step inside. I place the pack of Corona on the side table.

“Hugo!” I shout.

“One minute!” He calls back from what sounds like the front room. I walk down the hall and can hear what sounds like voices, maybe crying. I turn the corner and, oh shit that’s not crying. It’s screaming.

“Hey mate. I promise I’ll make this real quick.” Hugo says, whilst on his knees, butt naked and giving it to some girl from behind, a girl who in turn has her face in another girl’s crotch. All this, right there on Hugo’s sofa.

“Dude, I don’t mind you watching, but unless you want to see me shoot my load you might want to turn around.” Hugo says with a stupid grin on his face. Fucking hell, I love him but he seriously has no limits.

“That would definitely scar me. I’ll be in the kitchen.” I go into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast bar whilst the chorus of screams get louder and finally stops. Fucking Hugo.

“Sorry about that mate.” He says when he finally emerges.

“No you’re not.” I laugh.

“You’re right. That was the best fucking I’ve had in weeks. They’re twins. Very talented. Pricey mind.” He shrugs.

“They’re hookers?!” I snort.

“Hey, they prefer the term escorts. They are, and I do pay them, but they throw in a lot of free extras if you know what I mean. Hence we ran over.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never paid for it. It’s just less hassle to pay for what you know will be a quality lay. Bar crawling’s always a gamble.”

I laugh. “Of course I’ve never paid for it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey, if you had this face you wouldn’t have to pay for it either.” I duck as he moves to punch my arm.

“Fucking prick. “ He mumbles as he opens a beer.

“Anyway, I thought Molly was a quality lay, otherwise you wouldn’t be going back for seconds would you?” I sip the Corona.

“Molly’s cool. She doesn’t give a fuck. That’s why I go back, and yeah she’s a good lay. Same reason you’re fucking Lilly is it not?” He grins wickedly.

“Stop.” I sigh.

“What?”

“I know you’re imagining fucking Lilly right now, stop. Fucking pervert.” I grumble.

“Dude, that’s freaky. What are you a mind reader?!” He looks genuinely confused.

“No, you’re just that predictable.”

He shrugs. “Anywhere that girl goes, every guy in the room is fucking her in his mind a hundred different ways anyway. My one little fantasy won’t hurt. Everything about that girl reeks of sex…dirty, nasty sex.” He grins. I can’t deny that.

The door goes and Hugo answers it for Henry and Will.

“Hey bro. You ready to have your arse handed to you like a little bitch?” Hugo taunts as they come into the kitchen. Will is Hugo’s little brother, but they are polar opposites. Will is always immaculate, quiet and mature. Very un-Hugo like.

“Hey guys.” I greet them. Will waves from where Hugo now has him in a head lock.

“Hey Theo. How’s it going?” Henry sits on the stool next to me. Henry is an old school friend of ours, he was wild back in the day, but now he’s married and settled down. Fuck. That.  “He seems in a good mood.” He nods at Hugo.

“Yeah, he just got laid.” I say.

“That explains it.” He chuckles.

“Move your arse’s bitches. COD calls.” Hugo says in a theatrical singing voice and then mimic’s like he’s riding a horse out of the room. I have never said that I think Hugo is completely sane, but he does make for entertaining times, of which we’ve had many.

I don’t even know who won the game. Only that Hugo accused us all of cheating, in a game where there is no cheating, just tactics.

By the end of the night I end up drunk enough that I crash on the floor. I wasn’t drunk enough to forget what happened on the couch and sleep on it.

Chapter 12 – Lilly

I meet Molly for dinner at Albi’s, which is our favourite local pizza parlour. Its two pounds for a huge slice of pizza. If there’s one thing better than pizza, it’s cheap pizza.

“So, Hugo invited me to go play pool with him and his friends tonight.” Molly says once I’ve demolished my huge slice of pepperoni.

“Hugo? As in ‘even more of a whore than Theo’ Hugo?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Firstly, you can’t listen to the papers. Secondly, we’re just having fun.” She takes a bite of her pizza.

“Does just having fun include the swapping of STD’s?”

She sighs. “Lilly.”

“Okay fine. How did I not know about this? I thought it was just a one night thing?” I huff.

“Well I haven’t seen you since last weekend, there’s been a couple of times since then.” She shrugs. “Don’t judge Lill’s.” She points a warning finger at me.

I hold up my hands. “Oh believe me, right now I am in no position.”

She laughs. “True. So you and Theo have a thing now?” She muses.

“Thing? No” I laugh. “Sex. Yes. I figure there’s a few week’s worth of sexual tension built up. It’ll fizzle out soon”

“You don’t think it could become more?” 

I snort. “Definitely not.  Would you want more than just sex with Hugo?” I tilt my head.

She laughs. “Definitely not.” She raises her beer bottle. “A toast to the using and abusing of man whore’s. May they fuck well and move on quickly.” I clink my bottle to hers. “So, will you come play pool with me anyway?” She gives me her practiced puppy dog eyes. “I don’t want to go on my own with a group of smelly boys.”

I sigh. “Is Theo going to be there?” I ask.

She shrugs one shoulder. “No idea. You could text him and find out.”

“No.” I shake my head.

“Wait, you want to see him, or you don’t?” She asks.

“Don’t. I do not want to socialise with him.” She frowns. “Lines Molly, lines!”

“Oh, okay. Well look, let’s just go. If he’s there, he’s there. If you’re chilled out about it then it’ll be fine.” She smiles. “Pretty please.”

“Molly.” I whine.

“I’ll owe you.” She grins, sensing an easy victory.

“You’ll owe me big time.” I huff.

The bar is a traditional English pub. A large mahogany bar sits to the right hand side of the room and is packed with people.

Molly texted Hugo to say that I was coming, to which he replied; ‘Great, she can play with Theo. He’s being a miserable fuck.’

We’ve just got here and are now sat in a booth with Hugo.

My gaze drifts across the room and finds Theo's tall frame stood at the bar amongst the crowd. His black t-shirt clings to his broad muscular shoulders, making my mouth water and my mind wonder to less than innocent thoughts. He turns his head and I find myself staring into his startling blue gaze. I can't help but smile at him. He flashes a devil may care smile at me and winks before turning back to the bar. I swear that man could melt underwear with his thoughts alone.

Molly and Hugo are chatting loudly. Hugo seems like a nice enough guy, but he is a dirty dog.

You get players like Theo, now players like a challenge, they like the game. An easy lay is of no interest to the player. He likes to manipulate and inflate his ego with his own seduction abilities. Then there are dogs. A dog will stick it anywhere, the easier the better. Hugo, is a dog. Molly see's through it as easily as I do though, calling him out on some of his more predictable lines.

"I give up!" Hugo finally shouts. "There is no impressing you." He smiles weakly at me, feigning hurt.

"Oh you can impress me...but it certainly won't involve talking." She cocks one eyebrow and smiles wickedly at him. I burst out laughing at Hugo's shocked and then amused face.

“So where are the rest of your friends?” I ask Hugo.

“Theo told them to fuck off when he heard you were coming. He doesn’t want the guys seeing you.” He smirks.

“Um…okay.” Shit, I ruined their guy’s night.

“Don’t feel bad princess, the guys are cool, but you two would provide them with a year’s worth of wank bank material. I’m cool with it, but he’s…well he’s Theo, and you’re not a normal casual fuck.” His eyes flick down to my chest as he raises an eyebrow. “…at all.”

“So, he wouldn’t let the other guys come, but you’re here.”

“I’m special, and fucking the friend that brought you here. I’m not that bad, I promise. We’ll be besties before you know it.” He grins like a naughty little boy. I chuckle at him. He is endearing in a really strange way.