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By the time they got into her flat, both were naked from the waist up, Lily's tongue was in Scorpius's mouth, his hands grabbing her ass again as he ground the solid length of his arousal against her dripping panties. Lily slung a leg around his hip, hands moving up his chest to loop around his neck, and he grunted as she moaned and rolled her hips against him. Her dress was bunched around her waist, and as Scorpius broke from her mouth to kiss a hot line down her jaw and neck, one of Lily's hands carded through his soft blond hair, making a fist as she inhaled on a gasp, feeling the graze of his teeth against the sensitive flesh over her carotid. She exhaled on a moan as his tongue laved away the sting, lips dragging down to her collarbone as he pressed her back against her front door.
The redhead felt her mind whirling, caught up in a sea of pleasure, and whether it was from the alcohol thundering through her veins, or because Scorpius was more potent than even tequila to her, she barely registered her surroundings. Even as his left hand slid up and into her hair, the right curving further in from her ass to tease the hot, slick crevice between her legs, pressing the sodden lace against every nook and cranny of her. All Lily could focus on was how turned on she was, and how good his solid weight felt pressed against her, and how badly she wanted him naked and in her bed, filling her and fucking her, preferably immediately.
"Christ, so fucking wet," he rumbled, teasing her damp furrow, making Lily arch and whine with need.
"Fuck yes," she panted. "God, I fucking need you, Scorpius," she groaned, pulling his face back to kiss him again. The blond moaned back into the kiss, and she all but squealed her delight when he flicked her panties aside and traced his fingers through her arousal, coating his digits in her juices, flicking her clit hard enough to have her biting his lower lip.
"Say it again," he growled, and Lily's head thunked backward into the door, pelvis bucking eagerly into his teasing touch against her slit, not quite penetrating her and driving her wild.
"I need you," she moaned, and reached for his belt.
"No," Scorpius said, and she whimpered as he removed her questing hand, one of his strong hands pinning her wrist above her head. "My name," he grunted. "Say my name again, Lily."
"Scorpius," she pleaded, hazel eyes heavy lidded as she met his thundercloud grey ones, and he rewarded her by plunging two fingers into her pussy, curling them deliciously. "Scorpius!" she repeated when the slightly rough fingertips within her pressed hard against the spongy part of her front wall, and stars burst behind her eyelids as he began pumping his digits in and out. "Oh fuck yes!"
"Do you like that, honey?" he purred, kissing her neck just below her ear, still holding one of her hands above her head, the other making her arousal coil tighter and tighter within, pushing her ever closer to release. Lily whimpered, nodding frantically, beyond speech. "You're so fucking hot, darling, and so damn wet. Mmm, just for me," he growled, fingering her harder, and faster, those delicious fingers grazing the very best spot.
"Scorpius!" she mewled when his thumb brushed her throbbing clit.
"Yes, Lily," he panted, kissing her neck again, licking the throbbing pulse beneath his mouth. "Fuck, honey, I want you to come for me," he grunted, and Lily's eyes rolled back in her head, even as she tensed and began to clench around him. "Fuck yes," he hissed against her ear, tongue flicking the lobe, and pressed his thumb firmly to her hard little clitoris and rubbed in a firm, tight circle, pushing her over the edge and into bliss.
Scorpius grit his teeth against the urge to come in his pants as Lily cried out, eyes clenched shut and nails digging hard enough into his shoulder to draw blood, her other hand flexing instinctively, as she ground herself into his hand and rode out the waves of euphoria, moaning his name. "So good," he groaned, kissing her once more, but softer now, and Lily whimpered when he pulled his fingers away at last, the trembling aftershocks making her shudder after teasing out all the delirious pleasure he could possibly wring from her in the aftermath of her orgasm. She sucked in a ragged breath, libido tempered but not quenched.
"You're not bad yourself," she purred, opening hazel eyes as he released her wrist, and she plastered herself to his front even as he lifted her away from the door. Her legs locked around his hips, and she planted a line of molten, teasing, open-mouthed kisses across every available portion of his neck she could reach as he carried her to the bedroom.
"Honey, I think we both know that was better than 'not bad'," he murmured, climbing up into her bed with her, laying her out and moving directly over top of her. Lily kissed the corner of his jaw, arching her hips to assist him as he stripped her soaked lingerie.
"So much better," she agreed, reaching once more for Scorpius's belt, smirking a little. "But you've only gotten a taste of that dessert," she purred, undoing the buckle.
The blond quickly assisted her in the removal of his pants, and she watched hungrily as he sat back and rolled the condom onto his thick, mouthwatering, and absolutely pussy-drenching erection. "A shame," he rumbled, making Lily falter for a beat. "Because I'm fucking starved for it, honey, and I don't feel much like waiting a second longer."
Lily grinned, then pushed his shoulder aside, rolling them and coming to rest atop him. "Good," she purred, tossing her hair. "Because I'm not going to wait," she added, and after stroking his hard on twice, she lifted to fit him within herself. They moaned in tandem, her as she accommodated his large cock, him as he felt her slick, tight core inviting him into its depths.
"Oh fuck," Scorpius grunted, hands moving to grasp her hips hard, even as Lily immediately began to rock back and forth on him.
"Yes," she hissed, eyes closed, and then bit her lower lip, bracing her splayed palms on his firm chest, lifting just a little before sinking back down greedily. "Oh fuck yes."
Scorpius looked up at her, her eyes closed, face contorted in ecstatic pleasure, and fought the urge to come immediately. He wanted to savour her, but god damn it, if she was going to insist on teasing him, gyrating and rocking and barely fucking herself on him, he'd never last. "Ride me," he growled, lifting her bodily before slamming her back down, and none too gently. Lily's hazel eyes flew open, mouth parting on a moan.
"Scorpius," she growled, leaning down to kiss him, but he gave her no quarter. Even as she nibbled his lower lip and licked the sleek muscle inside his own mouth, he used his superior strength to move her up and down and all over his cock, trying to refrain from losing it too early.
"Tell me you like that," he demanded as she broke the lip lock to gasp in air as he thrust upward, even as he pulled her down, feeling himself bottoming out almost painfully inside her. She threw her head back, a cry of utmost satisfaction falling from her lips and then looked down, her massive mane of hair making a curtain around them, tickling his face.
"I fucking love it," she moaned, turning her head as she buried her face in his neck to nibble his earlobe. The blond held her tighter, not wanting to admit she'd found his Achilles heel in the bedroom. His ears, apparently, were more sensitive than just about everywhere else, and he knew he wouldn't bring her to completion again if she kept teasing him like that, her plump lips suckling at the lobe of flesh now. She mewled needily as he rolled them once more, moving atop her without ceasing in his almost brutal fucking, and Lily clutched onto him for dear life.
"I want to have you every single way," he groaned, pulling back as he braced himself on one elbow, hooking her thigh up, from around his hips, to almost over his shoulder. She gasped and writhed, pinned and loving the angle change, and whimpered. "I want to make you come until you fucking can't anymore," he murmured, picking up the pace a bit, slamming into her faster and impossibly harder.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, the heated, lascivious sounds of their shagging making her hotter and wetter.
"I want to fucking ruin you for anyone else, honey," he growled through gritted teeth, feeling the telltale tug behind his navel that indicated he'd passed the point of no return.
"Please, Scorpius!" she cried out, one hand fisted around the sheets, the other clutching him ruthlessly as he fucked her silly. "Yes!"
"Fuck yes, Lily," he snarled, and just before he lost the last shred of control he possessed, he felt her slick heat clench and flutter spasmodically around him as she roared a moan and screamed his name. And just as his desire soaked brain realized she was coming, again, all over him, he felt a blast of white hot pleasure and lost himself into his own explosive release with a howl.
Some time later, they both opened their eyes, still trying to catch their breath, and Lily couldn't help but smile foolishly, even as Scorpius pressed her comfortably into her mattress, and she was sure she looked ridiculous, but couldn't stop the wide, stupid, utterly sated grin that crossed her lips. "Wow," she panted, her hands now softly stroking over his shoulders and neck, carding gently through his hair.
"Mmm," Scorpius hummed in agreement, face buried in her neck, the weight of his body still pressing her into the mattress.
"I don't suppose you want seconds, do you?" Lily asked, still grinning like an idiot. The blond lifted his head and looked at her, his face a mixture of wonder and surprise and suspicion, but mostly frank appreciation she was teasing him with round two. "You strike as the sort who likes more than one helping of dessert," she said, smirking.
A slow smile spread across his full lips, and, even as his flaccid cock slipped from her as he rolled off while he tugged her with him to their sides, he chuckled. "I do rather enjoy my desserts, honey," he admitted, cuddling her up against his chest. "But I like them best in the middle of the night, when there's no one around to berate me for overindulging."
Lily smirked, because that sounded like he was inviting himself over to stay the night, and she couldn't be more pleased. She snuggled into him closer, enjoying the heavy weight of his arm around her middle, holding her close, and the decadent feel of his naked skin against hers. "Me too," she murmured happily, and before she knew it, was drifting off to sleep.
Lily opened her eyes on Monday morning, feeling equally sore and tired and ever so slightly hung over. She hummed, feeling the steady breathing and solid warmth of a distinctly masculine form behind her, and although she ached from the vigorous, mind blowing three rounds of fucking they'd partaken in last night, and very early that morning, Lily arched her back and rubbed her arse against the distinct feeling of a half hard cock. She peeked at the clock on her nightstand, noting she had another twenty five minutes before her six thirty alarm would be demanding she drag her ass out of bed to shower and face the day.
Scorpius grunted sleepily, his dick twitching to wakefulness as she smirked and reached behind herself to stroke him, wondering if the sexy blond would be interested in yet another roll in the sheets to start their morning. Lily knew it would make classes, especially her advanced hot yoga session scheduled for right before lunch, a nightmare, but she couldn't resist. It wasn't every day she happened to wake up in bed with a man willing to try anything and wanting to fuck her in, literally, every position they could think of together. She bit her lip on a giggle as she canted her hips and teased his prick against the cleft of her ass, hearing his breathing hitch as he grasped her breast and his mouth moved to kiss the nape of her neck.
The redhead rolled over as her lover sprawled onto his back, smirking at her with sleepy, soft grey eyes that were still darkened with lust and grasped his prick firmly, stroking him with purpose now. "Good morning," he said, voice gravelly with mingled sleep and arousal. Lily kissed the velvety head of his cock and then stretched over him to fish in her nightstand for another condom. "I admit, you're probably the best wake up call I've ever had," he added, tangling his fingers in her mass of snarled and sleep tousled red hair.
"Mmm, is that so?" Lily purred, slinking back, still grasping the length of velvet wrapped steel in one hand, and brushed her lips teasingly up the underside of his prick. Scorpius grunted, his hand fisting in her hair. "I'd think some army drill sergeant screaming would be a much more effective way of getting you up," she said, and grinned as she retraced the path her lips had taken with her tongue.
"I can promise you, honey," he groaned, fists tightening a little as her wicked tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting his precome, "no member of the army has ever gotten me up quite as effectively as you."
Lily pulled back, grinning, and tore the condom open with her teeth, unwilling to release her new favourite toy. "Lucky me."
"And lucky me, too," Scorpius said, then pulled her up to kiss her fervently. Neither did much more speaking for awhile, until they were thoroughly sated, and the used prophylactic had been discarded into the trash can tucked under Lily's nightstand.
Lily was lying on her stomach, unable to move after that last shagging, humming softly in contentment as Scorpius, spooned up beside her, absently stroked patterns into the skin of her lower back, and the redhead groaned as her damnable alarm started beeping cheerily, telling her she had to get the hell up when every muscle, internal and external, protested against the thought. "I don't think I want to work today," she sighed, even as she extricated herself from Scorpius and slapped the alarm off.
"Call in sick," Scorpius murmured.
"Can't," Lily replied. "One of the downsides of being the owner of my own studio is I can't bail on classes." She groaned as she forced herself to sit up. "Besides, there's no one else to cover me." Scorpius smirked and she got grudgingly out of bed, stretching languidly. "What about you?" she asked. "Are you planning to get up?"
The blond man shrugged. "I guess," he said, scratching his flat, toned belly.
"Well if you plan on calling in sick to work, you can't stay here," she said firmly, even as part of her, the most prudish and old-fashioned facet, blushed at him seeing her naked in the morning light filtering in through her curtains, even if he'd seen it all before.
Scorpius chuckled, but sat up, even as Lily bent to grab her dirty laundry and toss it in the hamper as she got ready to get clean and start her day. "Fair enough," he said. "Although I wouldn't mind, for the record, staying here a little longer and making you late for your classes."
Lily rolled hazel eyes, picked up his boxer briefs, and chucked them at his face. Scorpius laughed, catching them easily. "If we have sex again, I'm going to permanently injure myself," she snarked. "And you couldn't get it up again if you tried, I bet."
"Hey, that's not nice," he teased. Lily shook her head, chuckling at the amusement in his tone, as she reached down and grasped his jeans, meaning to toss them at Scorpius as well. But as she lifted the denim, which felt quite heavy, there was a dull thunk of something hard, and solid, and metal hitting her floor.
For a moment, Lily wasn't sure, entirely, what she was staring at. Because, unless she was dreaming after falling asleep again in Scorpius's arms, or hallucinating from too much sexual pleasure crammed into a single night, she was fairly certain she was looking at a gun. She stood there, bent over, looking at the black object that had quite obviously dislodged itself from his pants when he'd tossed them off the side of her bed the night before. But that can't be a gun. Guns are weapons, and who the hell in their right mind carries a lethal weapon on them to meet a woman for drinks and some casual sex?
"Shit," Scorpius said, and reached around her, picking up the firearm and setting it on her bed. And when Lily looked at him, she realized, with a cold dose of shocking reality, that it was indeed a real gun, and Scorpius had, quite obviously been wearing it last night.
"What the fuck is that?" she asked, her voice sounding high pitched and almost hysterical to her own ears.
"A Ruger LC9s Pro," the blond replied evenly. Lily slowly stood upright, feeling as if she'd just been punched in the gut, and also like she was on the verge of either laughing or crying.
"Do I want to know why the hell you have a gun in my apartment?" she asked. Oh my God, I just had the best sex of my life with a fucking psycho who carries a fucking gun!
Scorpius's brows pulled together ever so slightly. "Lily," he said calmly, "it's perfectly safe."
She laughed, but the sound was hollow, and desperate, and she thought it came across as distinctly hysterical, even to her own ears. "Guns kill people!" she crowed. Her breathing started to increase as her heart rate jumped, and she backed away slowly, no longer concerned by her nudity. "You need to go. And take that...thing with you! I can't believe you didn't tell me you've been carrying a fucking gun this whole time!" Her voice began to rise in pitch and desperation. "I'm seriously not okay with that! Oh my God, Scorpius, what if it went off!? Is it even legal to carry that thing around!? Where the hell were you hiding it?" She was panting now, anxiety and adrenaline coursing through her. "Oh shit, holy fuck, wait. Is that fucking thing loaded!?"
"Lily," Scorpius said firmly, standing up, leaving the firearm on her bed, taking a step toward her. She backed away three paces, holding a hand up to stop his forward progression. "Yes, it's legal, yes I've had it on my person since the day you met me, and no, it is not just going to 'go off'."
"You need to go," Lily repeated.
"Lily," Scorpius said again, but she glared.
"No!" she hissed. "I'm anti-guns, okay!? I don't want that shit in my flat, or my life, and certainly not on the guy I've spent the better part of the last eight hours having phenomenal sex with!"
"I can explain," the blond said, even as he picked up his pants and stepped into them, seemingly following her orders to leave.
"Explain what!?" she shrieked. "You should have 'explained' this crap last night! Or yesterday morning!" Or any of the other times you've fucking seen me!
"I have a license to carry concealed," he said, the picture of calm, even as the redhead felt herself freaking out to the max. He zipped and buttoned his jeans. "I'm a responsible gun owner, having been in the military," he continued, still in that same calming, almost soothingly placating, tone. "And I can promise you, Lily, that the main reason I wear it at all times isn't to go bat shit crazy and blow people away, but because I work security, for private clients, who expect no less."
Lily paused at that. "You work security?" she asked, and then realized she'd never actually bothered to ask what he did for a living, after learning he was ex-military. She'd simply assumed he lived off whatever pension that granted him, and hadn't thought he'd actually been gainfully employed. The thought made her pause, and she felt a bubble of shame, that she'd figured out just how he liked his cock stroked, and sucked off, and how he preferred fucking, but nothing more about the man who stood across from her in her bedroom.
"Yes," Scorpius said. "I own my own firm with a good friend of mine."
"If you own the place why do you have to carry a gun?" she demanded.
Scorpius smirked at her, then moved in close, and Lily was, painfully almost, aware yet again of how utterly naked she was, while he looked the picture of masculine dominance with his meaty arms and broad shoulders and chest, his six pack on glorious display and within touching distance. She purposefully folded her arms over her chest and tossed her long, snarled mane of hair, trying to ignore the feeling of his body heat radiating out to whisper over her skin and the honesty radiating from his stormy grey eyes. He leaned in, and for a beat, Lily was certain he would kiss her, and held her breath expectantly. "Why do you teach your own classes if you own your studio?" he shot back, his lips barely whispering across hers as his hands came to rest at the small of her back.
"Because I-" she breathed, but got lost as she stared at him, their eyes locked, mouths breathing the same air. "You're not being fair," she said once she'd recovered her ability to think about anything other than how much this man was beginning to mean to her, realizing the point he was trying to make.
"I'm being honest," he said, still grinning smugly, looking entirely too handsome. "When there's an emergency, or I'm requested by our top clients to work, I have to be there, and it lends more than a few people to feeling protected and safe in crisis situations knowing I'm armed and more than capable of controlling myself with my weapon."
The redhead wanted to stamp her foot at his obvious sense, and the casual way he talked about possibly firing the black monstrosity that sat innocently on her bed, nestled in the mussed sheets she'd just gone to heaven upon. But, she couldn't deny, he sounded utterly reasonable, even if she didn't like it. The thought of seeing more of him, something she was all for across the board, seemed like an impossibility if he was constantly armed with a gun. "I don't like it," she said at last, and only grudgingly, unable to handle the silence between them as they stood, breaths mingling, lips almost pressed together, and his strong hands holding her close with relaxed confidence.
"And I'm not terribly fond of having you sliding out of bed, away from me, at six thirty in the damn morning, honey, but I can handle it." Lily frowned and Scorpius's face turned serious. "Can you?" he asked, almost gravely.
Lily gulped. Here it was, the out to escape the clutches of a man comfortable wielding, at almost all times, a lethal weapon, and one who had probably used one, with deadly accuracy she didn't doubt, before. But instead of taking the road of least resistance, the easy way out, Lily mustered her courage, trying to remain open minded that, perhaps, Scorpius would be adult enough to realize how much she was against his gun carrying ways. "I can handle it," she said firmly. Scorpius's eyes dropped to peruse her figure, making the redhead blush, but then she felt his hands move around to her hips.
"I'm willing to take you at your word," he murmured, and Lily scowled at his tone, as if he secretly thought she might not really be able to be okay with whoever he might be, even if it was only because she was interested in having nothing more than casual, phenomenal sex.
"I should fucking hope so," she said.
Scorpius smirked, looking unbearably sexy, and the redhead melted against him against her better judgement. "Me too," he said, and then kissed her, long and slow, his lips moving with subtle, leisurely precision over hers, making Lily want to do nothing more than slip back into bed with him and let him show her one last time how fantastic a lover he was.
"You're going to make me late," she said after Scorpius had pulled back, looking more smug than ever.
"Good," he said.
Lily pulled away by sheer dint of will. "Meet me at my studio, after classes," she said, trying to convince herself with limited success she wasn't interested in simply taking the sexy, hulking blond home to fuck into oblivion, but getting to know him properly. "Four o'clock."
Scorpius grinned. "Perfect," he said easily, and kissed her again.
"That still means I'm kicking you out," Lily said, because she knew she'd never be ready to leave on time with Scorpius there to distract her with his sexy body and honest eyes. "I can't be late."
Scorpius grinned. "I can take a hint, Lily," he murmured, and pulled away. "Even if you're tempting as sin." Lily blushed, and Scorpius leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "See you at four," he said, and after retrieving his gun, which made Lily shiver in fear again upon seeing, walked out of her bedroom. A minute later, the redhead heard the door open and close, and even though part of her was glad to be able to get ready, a tiny sliver was just the tiniest bit outraged that he'd just up and left. Even if she'd told him to.
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