Until Lilly (Until, #3)(79)

“You sided with Ashlyn. You gonna do that shit again?”

“If I say no, will you make me orgasm?” she snaps.

“Only if you say it and mean it, Lil.”

“Fine, I will only side with you.” And that’s all I need to bury my face in her *. My arm wraps around her thigh and I slide two fingers inside her. She comes, and her orgasm is so powerful I’m surprised she doesn’t buck me off her and the bed. Once she’s settled, I flip her to her stomach, lift her ass, and slide home. I pound hard, her ass moving with every stroke.

“Lift your ass, Lil,” I growl, my cock balls deep inside her. I love her ass; I love the way it moves when I f*ck her from behind, and I definitely love this position. “Higher.” I slap her ass hard, watching my handprint appear on her creamy skin. I still love when she wears my mark. I don’t think she has gone one day without a hickey or some other mark from me somewhere on her body since we got back together.

“I can’t, Cash. I’m going to come,” she cries, shoving her face into the pillow.

“I know, baby. I feel you starting to squeeze the f*ck out of my cock.” I ram her harder, beginning to feel my balls pull up, and the tingling in my spine intensifies. Her hips start thrusting back against me harder. I wrap a hand around her waist, running it down her stomach and over her clit. She cries out again, her wetness and the silkiness of her walls closing tightly around me from her orgasm, making me come hard inside her. I slow my strokes, drawing out each of our climaxes before falling to the side and bringing her with me. She turns around, crawling on top of my chest. I run my fingers through her now-blonde hair, trying to get my breathing to calm.

“You know you can punish me anytime, right?” she jokes, making me smile.

“Yeah, I know.” I give her a squeeze. “But I’m serious, Lil, against the kids, we are a unit. If you think I’m doing something wrong, we talk that shit out in private. I know that you and Ashlyn both think I’m not fair between her and Jax, and a lot of times I’m not, but I have my reasons. She is a girl, and she’s vulnerable in ways that Jax isn’t.”

“Okay,” she agrees, and I pull her hair so that she is forced to lift her head.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, since you put it like that, okay.” She shrugs and lays her head back down. “Love you,” she says, kissing my chest then snuggling closer.

“Love you too, baby,” I whisper, closing my eyes and following her off to sleep.









Stay tuned for Until Nico coming June 2014



Until Nico



Sophie





I jump when the desk phone starts going off, it never rings so I’m caught off guard by the shrill sound inside the quiet library.

“Middle school Library, Ms. Grates speaking, how can I help you?” I answer on the second ring.

“I found a phone and this is the number that came on the screen when I turn it on.” A deep male voice answers. His smooth southern draw making the hairs on my arms stand on end. I pull my handbag out from under my desk and dig through it looking for my phone. “Hello, did you hear me?” The guy on the phone says more impatiently. I forgot that he was even on the line during my search.

“Yes I’m here, sorry it’s my phone.” I tell him holding the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Look, I gotta get out of town and I wont be back for a week so can you meet me somewhere?”

‘Um I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I tell him worrying my bottom lip.

“Do you want your phone or not?”

“Yes of course I want my phone.” I say becoming annoyed. What kind of stupid question was that?

“Then you need to meet me so that I can give it to you.”

“I don’t get off work for another hour so can you meet me after that?” I crossed my fingers hoping he could. I didn’t know what I would do without my phone for a week. Not that I wanted to call or text anyone but I was kicking ass in candy crush and wanted to beat my last score.

“Jesus, where the f*ck do you wanna meet?” He grumbled and I smiled. I don’t know why but it kind of made me happy that I was annoying this person on the phone.

“Can you meet me out front of Jacks bar-b-q in an hour and a half?”

‘Sure, fine.” I can tell by his tone that he is completely annoyed and I smile bigger.

“Thanks a lot.”

“What are you wearing?” He asks

“What the hell does that mater?”

“Look,” He huffs out.  “I have your phone, which means you don’t have a phone right?”

“Right.” I repeat like an idiot.

“So that means that I can’t call you and tell you when I get there, so I need to know what you’re wearing so I can spot you on the street, right?” I can hear the smile in his voice now.

“Oh… I guess that makes since.” I say and I can hear him laugh and the deepness of his laugh makes my belly flutter.

“So what are you wearing?”

“Oh.” I look down at myself feeling stupid about what I’m going to say to him. “Um.. A grey skirt, a white silk blouse oh! And I have brown hair.” I add the end part; I don’t know how many women may be wearing the same kind of thing as I am.