Ready or Not (Aspen Ridge Holiday Novellas)

14. Lily

Chapter Fourteen

LILY

“ W e shouldn’t do this.” I hesitate. I know full well this is a line I can’t come back from if I cross it, no matter how badly I want to. Wes is Adam’s dad for fuck’s sake and almost twenty years older than me. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve lusted over this man.

“Get out of your head. My son’s a fucking moron, Lilith. Let me take care of this needy cunt. It’s been neglected for too long. Don’t think. Just feel. Let me free you . . .”

My breath gets caught in my chest as I nod, unsure if he would have stopped even if I hadn’t said a single thing. Releasing my wrists, he moves down between my legs, shoving up the skirt of my costume and ripping my thin, string panties from my body. My body trembles in anticipation.

Wasting no time, he leans forward and runs his nose through my folds, inhaling deeply as he goes. His beard feathers over my sensitive skin, eliciting a spark deep in my core. My pussy throbs, aching. I reach down, running my fingers through his soft hair.

“Fuck. You smell so fucking good.”

He does the movement again and again, just breathing me in. It’s so filthy and erotic, and my hips move forward, chasing his mouth with the motion as he continues to inhale my scent.

The rough pads of his fingers finally touch me where I need him as he spreads my lips with his thumbs and looks at me, his face hovering over my center, eyes roaming over my dripping wet core. My knees shake, my entire body trembling. I can’t take my eyes off him. I’ve spent so much time imagining this and it’s a million times better than my dreams.

“So bare. So soft and smooth.”

The rough pads of his thumbs rub up and down on my lips, continuing to spread me open to him. He blows lightly over my damp flesh, the cool air sending a shiver through my entire body. I feel my arousal dripping from me and I know he can see it as it leaks from my core down to my ass. The moan from his lips is feral, and the anticipation is killing me. I wiggle in his hold, wanting his mouth on me like I won’t survive if he doesn’t kiss me there.

“So needy, little girl. You want my mouth on your pussy?”

“Yes,” I whine.

“Tell daddy what you need.” His voice is slightly deeper than normal and there’s no missing the demanding tone.

My eyes roll to the back of my head at his words. This man is everything I thought I needed and it’s a million times better than I had imagined. This is my night. This is what I wanted. He sees me . . . the real me. And seems to be so attuned to exactly how I want it.

I’m going to show you how good it can feel when you give in to the darkness inside you.

I give in.

“I need you to lick me, daddy. Please,” I purr.

He moans again, a deep rumble that comes from somewhere dark and hidden, before giving me what I want and dragging the flat of his tongue from my center up to my clit. Heaven. I’ve fucking died and gone straight to heaven. Or hell, in this case. The devil is in front of me dragging me down with him. As I lay spread open on a trashy old mattress in a room of an abandoned asylum with my ex-boyfriend’s dad feasting on my core, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be here. If this is what hell is like, I’ll gladly burn for eternity with Wes by my side.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Lilith. Pull down your top so I can see those perky tits.”

I don’t hesitate to listen. I pull down my corset top as best I can to free my boobs.

“Now play with them. Pinch your nipples while I eat your sweet little cunt.”

I caress them with my palms before giving all my attention to my nipples. I tweak and twist until they’re painfully hard. He doesn’t take his eyes off me while I do, and he’s yet to return his mouth to where I want it. I pinch hard on one and moan, feeling the wetness pool between my legs. He drags a finger lightly through my center, gathering up the moisture.

“That’s my good girl. Your pussy is weeping for me. Fuck, I love how responsive you are. Taste how good it is.”

He brings the finger covered in my essence up to my mouth and I greedily suck on it, circling my tongue around. In one quick motion, Wes grabs me by the hips and flips onto his back, lifting me on top of him and positioning my legs on either side of his head.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic as I try to balance and hover over him.

“You’re so fucking wet. I want you to drown me in it. Now sit on my face and ride me.”

Fuck. I’ve never had anyone want me like this. Pure, unadulterated, unhinged, primal desire. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

“Yes, daddy,” I cry out.

A moan rumbles up from his chest.

“Fucking hell, I love it when you call me that, Lilith. Now be daddy’s good girl and sit.”

Wes tightens his grip on my hips before pulling my center down on his face. There’s nothing for me to grab to take some of the weight off, so sit is exactly what I’m forced to do. His tongue pierces me, fucking in and out of my pussy as my hips rock back and forth on his face. His thick facial hair rubs the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs raw, rubbing against my ass, a slight sting adding to the pleasure he’s giving me. My moans echo off the walls of the room, drowned out by the music of the party below us.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, that feels so good,” I scream out.

His mouth devours me. Licking through my folds like he wants to touch every part of me that he can reach. He dips back into my center before licking up to my clit and swirling his tongue around it. My hips move of their own accord, continuing to rock back and forth on his mouth as my orgasm builds and builds. His large hands hold me down on him, wrapped around my thighs to keep me exactly where he wants me.

“Oh, god, please don’t stop.” I’m so fucking close.

“Never. I’m never leaving. Now show me what a good pussy does when it’s being taken care of. Come for daddy, let me have it,” he says before sucking my swollen nub into his mouth. Hard.

I combust. Pleasure like I’ve never experienced before courses through my body. My toes curl, and I’m forced to fall forward and brace myself with my hands on the dirty ground over his head. He continues to hold my hip with one hand, forcing me down on his face further. The pressure of his fingers at my entrance increases the building pleasure inside of me as they curl deep within me. I spiral further into the abyss.

I feel myself gush as my orgasm peaks, pummeling through me. Tears prick my eyes, and I scream out his name. Liquid rushes from my core, squirting out in quick gushes all over his face, soaking his beard, drowning him, just like he wanted.

“WES! Fuck! Yes!!!!”

I slow my hips but Wes doesn’t leave my overly sensitive pussy. He continues to lap at me languidly, like he doesn’t want to waste a drop of my release.

“You did so good. Fuck, I love your tight little body.”

He takes one last long lick up my center, from ass to clit, before picking me up by my waist and moving me next to him. I collapse down onto my back, my legs falling open. I look over at him, his face glistening with my cum as he smiles down at me, almost wickedly.

“Taste yourself on me,” is the only warning I get before his mouth consumes me. His tongue clashes with mine, the taste of me mixing with everything that is him. I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, my leg swinging over his hip.

I feel rabid.

Out of control.

Lost to this lust-fueled craze that he’s ignited inside me. I can’t get enough. He pulls back from the kiss, biting my bottom lip and dragging his teeth over the tender flesh until I taste blood. My eyes look to his lips, swollen and glossy.

“Mmm. Daddy’s girl tastes so good. You ready for more, Lilith?” he asks as he adjusts my corset, pulling it back over my breasts, his rough finger trailing across my skin in a light caress that I want more of.

“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling. His eyes meet mine as he looks at me like a lion would look at his prey.

“Then run,” he says, his voice deep and foreboding.

There’s zero hesitation this time. I clamber to my feet as quickly as I can, kicking off my heels and bolting away from him. Adrenaline pumps through my bloodstream, propelling me forward. The old hardwood floors creak under the weight of each of my steps. I race down the long hallway, the wallpaper peeling off the walls, exposing the stained, crumbling concrete behind them. I spin around a corner, rustling up old papers and documents in my wake.

A broken window has left shattered glass on the ground and I dance over it, careful not to cut my bare feet. The cold autumn breeze blows through the open window, stealing the breath from my overworked lungs. I don’t stop until I come to a closed door on my right. I turn the handle to open it, but it only opens a foot, something in front of it holding it partially closed. I press against it but it won’t budge. Squeezing in through the small space, I wedge myself into what appears to be an old medical room.

A hospital chair with stirrups like you’d find in a gynecologist’s office sits on the far side of the room with thick restraints on each corner. My body shivers at what atrocities could have been committed in this room. A metal table is on its side, and various medical tools are tossed about on the stained floor. The wallpaper is peeling off in large ribbons, and the concrete walls are crumbling in some areas. I’m frozen for a split second as I take in the horror of the room. Finding the closet, I open it and step in, pulling it closed in front of me and peering through the slits.

“Ready or not, here I come,” his voice echoes from the hallway. He’s tracking me, and he’s damn quick. I scoot further into the decaying structure around me, the smell of old linen and dust assaulting my nose, pulling my knees to my chest and doing my best not to make a sound.

“There’s no hiding from me, Lilith. There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you. You’re mine. Daddy’s dirty little girl.”

His boots become louder, the floor creaking and moaning as he walks casually through the dark, damp asylum. The wind howls through the shattered windows, creating a haunting symphony that fits the torment that occurred within these walls.

“I know what you need, baby. Only daddy can give it to you. I’ve been watching you. I know you’ve felt it, haven’t you?”

I cover my mouth with my trembling hands, doing everything I can to steady my rapid breathing. I gasp and squeeze my hand tighter around my mouth. My fear and anticipation build, my teeth clattering together loudly. My heart beats loudly in my ears, my chest rising and falling in short, rapid breaths.

My stalker.

It was Wes the entire time. Wes was following me. Wes was leaving me roses. Wes was outside my window in the tree line that night, watching me fuck myself with my fingers. Wes was in my apartment. Wetness pools between my legs. It’s been him all along. How long has he wanted me? Been stalking me? How did I miss it? Of course it’s him.

“You’ve felt me in your dreams, too. Haven’t you?”

My heart stops beating as the ringing sounds loudly between my ears.

“None of it was a dream, little one. I was there. In your room. Watching you. Smelling you. Touching you. You come so prettily when you’re sleeping, lover.”

A scream bursts from my lungs as the door to the office is kicked open with a loud bang, wood splintering and breaking, the hinges creaking as it crashes against the wall in front of the closet door where I’m hiding. I squeeze my mouth shut with my hands as Wes rips open the closet door, staring at me like I’m the missing key to everything he needs. His dark eyes are wild, the irises blown so big that it makes them look black.

“There’s my girl.” He reaches forward, wrapping a firm hand around one of my ankles and pulling, dragging me across the cold ground. I fall backward from the force, my elbows hitting first to keep my head from bouncing off the hardwood below me. I cry out but he doesn’t stop until I’m splayed out on the dirty floor in front of him. Half naked. Dirty. Cold. My body trembling from the combination of fear and lust.

“It was you all along,” I stutter.

“Of course it was. You think I’d let anyone else get that close to you?”

“You’re fucking insane,” I hiss.

He straddles my body, arm shooting out straight, his big hand splayed around my throat, squeezing just enough to garner my attention. He leans down until we’re face to face, his breath warm on my skin.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t fucking love it. Or do. It doesn’t change anything either way.”

His free arm reaches behind him, fingers swiping through the center of my legs. I flinch under him and he tightens his hold around my neck, his thumb swiping lightly back and forth across my pulse point. He expertly touches my pussy, like he already knows exactly how to get me to the point of no return. His fingers glide through my slick folds, pressing down hard on my clit, rubbing circles around it, making me cry out for him. Playing me like he’s done before.

“Take a deep breath, little one. It’s going to feel so damn good.”

I do as he says, filling my lungs with air just as his hand squeezes, cutting off my airflow. My hands fly out, grabbing around his forearm, trying to pull him off me as my head starts to spin from lack of oxygen. The fingers between my legs pinch my clit, and tears flow out of the corners of my eyes. The pressure in my chest tightens, my heartbeat a loud thump in my ears, and just as the orgasm crests and I fall off that glorious peak, he lets go of the pressure around my neck. The orgasm is bliss. I gasp for air as I scream his name, my toes curling, my body shaking as the most incredible pleasure replaces all reasonable thought. It’s only this. This feeling that he gives me. This pleasure.

“That’s it. Scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

And I do. Over and over until my body collapses. My legs fall open, limp and satiated. I vaguely hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of clothes, my eyes too heavy to check. And then it’s his warm tongue on my overly sensitive center. I quiver under him, trying to pull away, needing a moment of rest before he continues his damnation of my body.

“Please, Wes.”

I peel my eyes open to find him completely naked, kneeling between my legs while he licks my pussy, his arm moving languidly between his legs, stroking himself to pleasuring me. I’ve never seen anything so erotic. The moon shines through the window, lighting the room just enough to put his tattooed body on display for me. He’s covered. Almost every inch of his torso, arms, and neck are decorated in ink.

He licks into my center, his tongue pulsing in and out, sending waves of pleasure through me. I reach down, tugging his chestnut hair, pulling him closer to me. The moan that rumbles through him sends shockwaves over every inch of my body.

I’m consumed.

I was right. There’s no coming back from this.