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“What’s got you smiling like that?”
“Like what?”
“Don’t play coy, Evans. You’ve got the naughtiest smirk going on right now. Don’t deny it.”
Lily grinned harder—coyly—as she shut the door behind her, closing her and James inside his dormitory together. Alone. The heavy bass of the music downstairs thudded faintly in the background as Lily took a deep breath. They’d made it. “Can a girl not be happy she’s spending quality time with her boyfriend?”
Now it was James’ turn to grin. Clearly the novelty of hearing Lily, his Lily, calling him that had yet to wear off. “Her boyfriend, eh? Who is he? He sounds like a strapping young chap.”
Lily tilted her head as she allowed him to pull her into his arms. He always ran so delightfully warm. It was a never-ending treat for a woman whose toes were permanently frozen, especially considering she was forced to wear cute dresses that she knew he loved despite the castle’s constant draft. Well, obviously she wasn’t forced to, but she was getting rather addicted to the way his whole face would light up when she walked down the dormitory stairs in them. His eyes would glow and his mouth would part in a silent “whoa” as he stared at her like she was the only person in the crowded common room. Lily would wear these dresses in the dead of winter until the day she died if he kept this worship up.
“Mm, he’s decent-looking.”
James didn’t believe her ribbing for one second. “Really? Only decent?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen better.”
James licked his lips as he pushed her backwards against the door, propping a forearm over her head and leaning into her. “Really?”
Lily wet her own lips, her eyes flitting from his gorgeous lashes to the dimple forming in his left cheek. He was so dangerous when he was too close like this—in the best way possible. It was hard to breathe; it was hard to think. A soft curl fell down his forehead, and his bicep bulged, stretching the hem of his sleeve. Suddenly, all she felt was the intense, raw urge to close the pesky gap between their mouths. “Uh-huh,” she replied in a high tone, her eagerness giving her love for their new positioning away. She cleared her throat before adding, “And he can be a smarmy git sometimes too.”
James held her gaze for a beat, his eyes staring into her very soul. She loved when he teased her physically like this without even trying; she always had. There was a special way his eyes twinkled solely for her that she would never take for granted. She struggled to keep her squirming to a minimum, attempting to suppress at least some of her blatant desire for him, but she wasn’t sure how successful she was in her endeavor. His breath smelt tangy, like some form of citrus, and Lily was desperate for a taste.
“Well.” James’ left hand crept from the small of her back to her waist, his fingers digging in possessively. “I suppose only sometimes is a win. Could have been always.”
How was his voice sexy too? There was a bit of a rasp to it, probably hoarse from yelling out commands on the pitch all afternoon, and that was vividly making Lily recall just how hot he looked while captaining on a broom. There was only so much one witch could take.
What were they even talking about anyway? Some silly scenario where there was even an iota of doubt about how much she needed this man right now? Lily decided flirting was foolish when she could simply pull him down by the front of his shirt and snog him senseless instead.
Too bad James had other plans. “Not so fast, Evans,” he said, chuckling as he resisted her call.
She half hated that he now had the fortitude to do that. In their first few weeks together, he would have tripped over his own feet to kiss her anywhere, even if it were in the middle of McGonagall’s lecture. Of course, the other half of her loved his renewed cockiness. That was the man she’d fallen for. Not quite arrogant, but close enough to rile her up.
“What is it now?” Lily whined petulantly. Just because she liked it didn't mean it wasn’t annoying as shit to deal with.
James scoffed. His fingers had found their way to the tips of her hair and he was weaving them in circles, never one to stand still for more than a few seconds. She was jealous of his boundless energy most of the time. Unfortunately, at the present moment, she wanted to tie him down and have her wicked way with him.
“First you gotta tell me why you were in such a hurry to drag me up here in the middle of our victory party.”
Lily rolled her eyes. She thought pulling her boyfriend to the privacy of his bedroom left very little ambiguity about her intentions, but perhaps James wanted to hear her say it aloud for his ego’s sake. He was still riding high after Gryffindor’s win against Slytherin, after all. “I wanted to try something new, actually.”
“Oh?” James’ eyes widened slightly in giddy curiosity.
“Yeah,” Lily whispered, suddenly feeling far more vulnerable than she’d expected to. Sure, she hadn’t been the most experienced bird when she and James got together, and she had done far less than him sexually, but he never made her feel judged or lesser because of it. In fact, he was wholeheartedly the opposite, being supportive and loving and patient through all of Lily’s relationship firsts.
Why would a blowjob be any different?
It was only a blowjob.
Lily’s insides knotted themselves with nerves as she bit her lower lip.
James noticed immediately and reached up with his thumb to tug her lip free, cupping her cheek with his other hand. “Hey, love, what’s up? Talk to me.” Of course he saw right through her—he never failed to see her. Not her armor, not her facade, nor the role she played to survive in this brutal time in this merciless world—her.
She was being ridiculous. This whole situation was ridiculous. She was a fully grown witch, and she loved this man. So why was she so nervous to see his dick for the first time? Well, to see any dick for the first time in person? It wasn’t life or death. It wasn’t the end of the friggin’ world! His dick was a normal part of his human anatomy. Hell, he’d been quite well acquainted with her bits for a while now. They’d been dating for a few months, and everything was going fantastically. Their snogging sessions were progressing every day, and the more into it they got, and the more she straddled and rode the crap out of his lap, the more curious Lily was about the bulge she would always feel so enticingly tenting beneath her crotch. She knew he was probably dying for release, but he was perpetually too much of a gentleman to push her to go any further before she was ready. Thus, Lily was starting to figure out that she would have to be the one who got the ball rolling on this venture.
And she was so bloody ready to do so.
“I want you to teach me how to do… something.”
“Okay…” James’ eyebrows scrunched. “What?”
Just spit it out. Lily supposed she should give herself some credit. It was incredibly difficult to maintain composure when an insanely delectable wizard was crowding her space—pushing his hips against hers—while verbalizing that they should go slow. His body language was screaming at her to rip his clothes off and go to town already. James was not only a master of technique on the pitch, but he was also the king of making Lily Evans lose her fucking mind with lust as well. “I want you to teach me how to blow you.”
James twitched as though he’d been punched in the gut, but in the most pleasant way possible. It seemed as if he’d hoped she’d say something tawdry, but he hadn’t imagined she could be this blunt. “Come again?” he asked as one of his hands flew into his hair and the other landed on his hip.
Lily went from being mortified to feeling like the most powerful witch on the planet. She felt her smile stretch from ear to ear when she realized that she’d finally, finally tripped him up and broken that cocky aura. Because if there was one thing that was stronger than James’ confidence, it was his love for her. That was the magic of James—here was this man who was as close to perfect as she had ever met in her life, and he was crazy about her. He was smart, he was kind, and he was so stupidly talented in everything he did, but one flick of her hair over her shoulder and he became putty at her feet. His devotion to her made her feel like she could do anything.
Lily stood tall, forcing James to back up with every step she took forward. “I want you,” she started coquettishly, “to teach me…” She reached for his belt buckle and yanked him closer to her, not letting him get away. “How to suck your cock.”
“Lily!”
“James!” she teased, grinning bigger and brighter the more flustered he looked.
James blinked heavily, lost for words as he glanced everywhere around the room except squarely at her. He couldn’t stop his mouth from curling up into the most pleased smile, however, even if he was clearly trying to fight it. “Wh-what?” he stuttered. “Have you been drinking?”
Lily leaned to the side to try to get in his line of sight. “I only had one Butterbeer. I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.”
James’ mind had melted. “I just—I don’t…” He shook his head and looked at her. “Sorry, could you say that again?”
Lily held back a titter. “I wanna suck your cock, James.”
“Oh wow, yeah, just as hot the second time.” He nodded his head vigorously.
Lily laughed, about to pull his belt out of the loop. Below her grasp, she noticed the wonderful tenting that she loved rubbing herself against had started. She was done admiring it from afar. “So…”
James’ hand caught her wrist. “So eager tonight, Evans.”
She stared him down challengingly. “I’m always eager.”
“Didn’t used to be.”
Lily thought back to all their previous years together and realized this wasn’t exactly true. She had been completely into this guy all along, but she wasn’t lying to herself about it any longer. She was over wasting time and denying herself the basic pleasures of life. And for what had she delayed? Her pride? Her embarrassment over having pegged him totally wrong when she was eleven, and then her anger for still craving him despite all that, years later? It turned out that James was a great guy. And she wanted all of him. “Yeah well, this is the new normal. Get used to it.”
He grinned devilishly. “Copy that.”
She could stare at him and his adorable freckles all night. But alas, she was on a mission. “So, you gonna let me or not?”
James chuckled for a few seconds before sighing, looking up at the ceiling as he blissfully muttered, “I can’t believe this is my life now.”
He was doing it again. James Potter was saying sentimental crap that was making Lily Evans feel like she could rule the world. “What?” Even her question sounded like it was smiling.
“Evans. Thee Lily Evans is practically on her hands and knees, begging to suck my cock—”
“Merlin—”
“Oh no, don’t be shy now!” James joked. “It’s the hottest—”
“Shut up.”
“—thing I’ve ever seen. Ever dreamt I’d see, even.”
“You’re the worst.”
James pulled Lily back into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her frame before he kissed her temple. “Nah, don’t say that.”
“You’ve literally eaten me out three times already. This isn’t fair.” It was true. While James wasn’t in a rush to push Lily towards pleasing him, he was absolutely gung-ho to do whatever it took to make her toes curl and her vision black out into a sea of stars. The first time she’d taken her knickers off for him, he practically whimpered.
“Sex isn’t a competition, Evans,” James admonished faux wisely. “No one is keeping score.”
“Bullshit. I am.”
They glared at each other for a few tense moments.
“Well. That’s the wrong thing to do,” he finally stated.
“Bloody hell.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so delicious!”
It was Lily’s turn to gape and stutter. Who said these sorts of things? “Well, you might be as well, but I’ll never know until you let me try it!”
“It?” The corner of his lip twitched.
“Yes. It. I’m not saying the whole phrase for you again.”
James scrunched up his nose but didn’t argue, instead slowly pushing a tendril of dark red hair off of her forehead, hooking it behind her ear, and letting his touch linger there. “Do you really want to?” he asked softly.
He’s finally getting it, Lily thought. “Yes,” she said sincerely. There was a poignant beat where her answer sank in. She tilted her head to the side. “Please. I want to.”
James intertwined their fingers, bringing her right hand to his lips and sweetly kissing her knuckles. “You’ve never fooled around, though, right?”
There was no critique in the query. It was a simple question meant to help him understand the precise parameters of the situation they found themselves in. Lily had never felt safer with anyone. “Right.”
He gave her an adoring smile. “How ‘bout we work up to that? Make sure you’re comfortable with what comes before it first.”
Well, this was downright rude. Lily didn’t need to be coddled. She was a virgin, not a child. “You dove right in—”
“Evans. Moot point.”
“Not really—!”
Suddenly, James kissed her, and Lily forgot all the possible retorts she had locked and loaded, ready to go. She had no idea how he did it. It was—supposedly—just kissing, but James had yet another superpower (add it to the list) of making the act feel like so much more. She was more in tune with her body, yet also lost in the heavens, while simultaneously feeling a pulsing and longing that she’d never experienced before. It emanated from her core, begging, pleading, screaming at her to let him devour every centimeter of her skin and pledge her body to him fully, every day, for the rest of her lucky existence.
What did his lips do to her? What aphrodisiacal poison were they tainted with?
And how did she make sure that he never stopped?
“Come ‘ere,” he hushed, leading her to his bed.
She’d follow him anywhere.
They fell onto his mattress in a tangle of limbs, James angling them so that Lily fell on top of him, and she wasn’t too far gone to know it wasn't accidental. Their positioning was another subtle way for him to tell her she was in charge of this tryst, even if he was currently the expert.
“Take this off,” Lily panted as she tugged on his jersey. She adored how he looked in it, but she loved how he looked out of it even more.
“Course, m’lady,” James sassed while obliging her, finagling off his shirt while still lying half under Lily’s torso. “Anything else you wish?”
She was drunk with authority, her stare hungrily taking in every muscle he’d so generously just exposed for her. His tan skin, his rippling abs, his pronounced Adonis belt, complete with a happy trail that could make her weep… His body was absurd, and it was hers. She wanted more. “Kiss me like you mean it,” she commanded.
He didn’t need to be told twice. James crashed his lips into hers once more, his hand tangling in her hair as he pushed her backwards onto his bed, hovering over her. “I always mean it,” he ardently declared before diving back in.
Lily moaned as she felt his teeth teasing her lower lip and his free hand slipping behind her back to find her dress’ zipper.
The metallic clinking of his torturously drawn-out tug filled the air, and Lily never thought a sound so innocuous would become so erotic. She pulled back with a growl. “Hurry up, Potter.” She cringed as the words left her mouth without permission, her inner cavewoman getting the best of her.
James took her admonishment in stride, muffling his chuckles into her collarbone as he nipped and licked the soft skin there, calmly waiting for the fabric of her straps to fall away so he could access more of her chest. His fingers’ pull on the zipper became even more painstakingly slow, each notch suddenly feeling like a ticking clock against Lily’s back. She understood what he was doing: he was savoring her. “Patience, love. Don’t you know the best things come to those who wait…?”
“For fuck’s sake,” Lily groaned as she shrugged off her straps and pushed the dress down her body herself, kicking it off the bed with her feet.
James laughed. “I guess that works too.”
Before she could argue, James’ hand deftly snapped open the back of Lily’s bra and pulled it off, latching himself onto her right tit, making Lily throw her head back with a fresh moan. “Shit, don’t stop.”
James took her plea seriously. With expert fingers, he rubbed over the top of Lily’s knickers, knowing exactly the right pressure to apply for her specific needs.
Lily’s jaw dropped as she watched him. While his tongue still circled her nipple, his eyes shut and his forehead scrunched in enthusiastic concentration. Evidently, he was focusing all of his energy on bringing his girlfriend to climax before he’d even consider letting her touch him. He was truly so fucking handsome; she could gape at him like this all day. Her clit was taking his fingers’ attention well, and there he was, looking like a Greek god, his cheekbones as prominent as ever. He did something to her breast that she couldn’t even describe, but it was making her lose her breath, arching her chest further into his keen mouth, and—
He was genuinely too much.
And yet, she wanted more. “James,” Lily begged, her hand burying itself into his perfect disarray of hair, her fingers scratching his scalp in a way she hoped toed the line between pleasure and pain. “Inside, please.”
She knew he’d understand what she meant. He had never let her down so far.
James wasted no time sneaking his hand into her wet panties, evidence of a job well done on his part, and slid a finger inside of her. Her resulting hedonistic cry must have been too much for him to handle, because he immediately lurched forth to swallow it with his mouth, accepting her tongue as she slipped it past his lips.
He was everything.
“Is this good?” he breathed as she broke away for air desperately when she felt him add another finger and start to scissor them, plunging them in and out of her.
A meddlesome thought floated to the forefront of her mind amidst all the ecstasy—a phenomenon she was discovering was unfairly common. “I was… I was supposed to be the one…”
James’ thumb began rubbing her clit as his fingers found that magical spot inside of her and kept curling away. It seemed as though he was making it his personal mission to distract Lily from her distractions. “The one who what, love?” he whispered. His face was hovering directly over hers, making him all she could see, smell, hear, feel…
The edges of her vision were beginning to fade. How long had they been at this? Lily was starting to glean that James could make time stop or go at the speed of light depending on what they were doing. If he was teasing her? It seemed like seconds stretched for hours. But when he meant business? The sun would come up and she’d wonder, didn’t he just lay me down to bed?
She guessed she should add it to her already chock-full list of reasons why she loved him.
Lily’s head dropped back into the pillow as her body felt heavy and weightless at the same time. “I want…”
“Name it, Lily. What do you want?” His lips dragged across her cheek as he moved down to her neck, sucking on the tender patch of skin right below her ear, fully exploiting her weak spot.
“I wanna, I wanna…” she whimpered, not even knowing anymore.
But James did. “Come, Lily. Come for me.”
She cried out as she felt her orgasm washing over her, her body clenching and releasing around his fingers as he continued to pump in and out of her. He felt so good she wanted to sob.
A minute later, when she eventually felt her grip on reality coming back to her, James leisurely pulled his fingers out and traced them up her rib cage, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
“What?” Lily asked, perhaps a smidge too aggressively.
He smiled harder. “Nothing. You’re just especially gorgeous when you come.”
Her brain still felt far too satisfied to properly lift from the comfort of his pillow. “Care to show me how you look when doing so yourself?”
James smirked. “Still thinking about that, are you?”
Lily snorted. “When am I not thinking about that?”
“Really?”
She’d somewhat meant it as a joke, but seeing how much James perked up at her words lit a renewed fire in Lily’s belly. She rolled onto her side and propped herself up onto an elbow, mirroring him. They were face to face. “Really.” Was this what he needed to hear? After years and years of her sanctimonious denials, did he truly need this much confirmation?
Lily decided to test the waters, reaching for his bare chest and dragging her touch down his pec, over the exquisite expanse of his abs, before landing back on that blasted belt buckle that had foiled her for too long. When he didn’t stop her, she finally pulled the leather end up and through before popping open his jeans. This time, she was prepared when his hand inevitably came to stall her trembling fingers, and she preemptively cut him off before he could worry. “It’s good nerves, I promise.”
James took a pause to drink her in, verifying the truth in her fervid eyes. She was ready. She wanted this. “Okay.”
Without further ado, she opened his jeans and tugged them and his trunks down his legs with James’ assist in raising his hips.
Lily’s jaw dropped wide open once again. So. It turned out she wasn’t ready. Sure, she’d felt his cock before through clothes while snogging. And yeah, she’d even seen the outline of him through those grey joggers that drove her crazy when he was going commando. So… in theory… she thought she’d be prepared.
But she wasn’t. Not by a long shot. A big shot? Well, certainly a larger-than-average shot.
“This okay?” He sounded so worried.
That was not the reaction her reaction was meant to elicit at all.
“Fuck me, Potter.”
The cocky grin she cherished so much was back, splitting his face in two.
That’s what I’m talking about.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yes. That’s a”—she swallowed thickly, at a loss for words—“a really nice cock.”
“Thanks.”
Oh my Merlin, is he blushing? It was only going to make the blush she felt burning her own cheeks a thousand times more pronounced.
“But I guess it isn’t that impressive considering it’s the first one you’ve ever seen.”
“Oh no,” Lily argued, nodding her head energetically. “You've definitely got a nice one. Girls talk.” She’d heard stories.
James’ pride was ballooning more by the second. She didn’t think a man could peacock any harder while already naked and about to get jerked off, but here Potter was, defying all expectations. “Do they now?”
Why couldn’t she keep herself from looking at that thing? Honestly, she wanted to explore it and its potential in all the different ways and was now wholly overwhelmed by where to start. It was both spectacular and terrifying. “I guess I wasn’t expecting it to point straight up?” she admitted sheepishly. As soon as Lily had freed James’ cock from the confines of his pants, it had slapped heavily onto his lower abs and stayed there. “I guess I thought it would stick up? Like, towards the ceiling?”
James grinned. “I mean, you’ve got me mad hard right now, so this is what it does.” He was teaching her so patiently, so kindly, that Lily thought she might have just fallen a little deeper in love with him. He grabbed his cock by the base, tilting it up to where she thought it would land. “But it’s bendy, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
Should she worry about the fact that she was currently jealous of her boyfriend for getting to hold his dick while she wasn’t?
“What are you thinking about?” James asked quietly, never missing a thing when it came to her facial expressions.
Like hell was Lily going to admit the insane envy that had just washed over her. She liked him smug, but she still wanted his head to fit through the door. He didn’t need to know the extent of her urgent depravity for him.
Lily smiled at him shyly, leaning over and giving him a tender peck. Before she knew it, they were full-on snogging again, establishing that same easy comfort that always came from letting their lips take over. Because they were in sync, and their bodies vibrated at the same frequency, and all Lily had to do now was reach down and touch his—
“Oh.”
“What?” James asked instantly, pulling back with puffy lips and a concerned look.
Her grasp was still resting lightly around his cock. She put her pinky down, embarrassed, realizing it had been sticking up towards the sky as though she were picking up a cup of tea. “Nothing,” she replied, her fingertips tracing up and down his shaft gingerly. “I just didn’t think it’d be so soft.”
“Soft?”
She jolted and looked up at his face as her verbal faux pas hit her, only to realize he was teasing her. She sighed, obviously not meaning that. He was still rock-hard, thank you very much. “I meant smooth? Silky?” Despite this fact, the veins running along his cock were prominent as hell, showcasing his clear and present need for her. Lily licked her lips subconsciously. “I don’t know why I assumed it would be callused like your palms.”
James leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, his eyes fluttering as her hand made another downwards pass over his member. “Ehhh” is all he managed to respond.
Lily giggled at his utter lack of composure. “Eh, Potter? Is that all this feels like?”
“No!” It was James’ turn to look scandalized before he understood it was only a retaliatory taunt. His lids got heavy with satisfaction once more when he realized there was no disaster looming. “You’re a minx, Lily Evans. A glorified minx who I can’t believe is actually touching me there,” he murmured reverently.
She loved that he still threw sappy one-liners her way that demonstrated how lucky he found himself to be. They could be doing the dirtiest thing Lily had ever attempted, and James was nevertheless reminding her how, at the end of the day, he was just a boy who had always really, really loved a girl. And that girl is you. How lucky was she?
Lily leaned into his body as much as the thrill. Her hand was still skimming over his delicate skin, afraid to hurt him. “Oh yeah?” she asked, making James hum in approval. “What do I do now?” She hoped she sounded as sexy as she was genuinely curious. Did she merely do this over and over, up and down, until something happened? I mean, she knew what would happen, but it couldn’t be achieved as easily as this… Could it? Were men actually this simple?
James moaned as her palm traveled over his tip, alerting her to its heightened sensitivity. He swallowed with great effort before reclaiming control. “Here, let’s do it together to start with.”
Lily thought that was an excellent idea and allowed his left hand to hold her right, flipping it over so her thumb and index finger faced upwards.
“It’s easier if you hold your hand this way.”
“Yeah?” Lily breathed, torn between watching his pleasured face or her hand, now gliding up and down his throbbing cock more confidently. He was so, so beautiful.
His fist clenched around hers, making her squeeze him tighter. “And don’t be afraid to be rough with it. It’s not as easily damaged as my bollocks. It can take a pounding.” This seemed to spark a thought in him, and he peeled away his hand, bringing it to her mouth. “Speaking of which: spit. Everything is better wet.”
Was it bad that Lily was so turned on she would have done anything he asked of her? Staring directly into his eyes, she did—not missing the way her actions sent a shiver down his spine. James lazily brought his hand back to his cock, lubricating it with her spit before letting her regain her claim.
Fuck, he was so fucking hot. Lily pumped her hand up and down his length, making sure to curl her thumb around the tip each time, trying to earn a new moan with every pass. She wanted to be perfect at this; she needed to be the best damn handjob he’d ever gotten. “Am I doing it right?”
“Yes, Merlin yes—Lily, fuck.” He could barely get the words out, his brain short-circuiting as all his blood throbbed down below in the palm of Lily’s hand. “The ridge is really sensitive.” He strained to swallow, squeezing his eyes shut. “Feels so good…” he trailed off.
Her rhythm never faltering, Lily took the time to admire his body, lying bare beside her. He was a work of art, panting and writhing, his abs scrunching as he fought to hold back for her. “Actually touching me…” His previous words bounced around in Lily’s head, making her vividly picture all the times James must have done this very thing in this very bed, his cock in his fist, yearning for release. What had he imagined then? Had he imagined this, Lily’s smaller hand on him instead of his own? Or had he fantasized about what he wanted to do to her body—things they hadn’t even done yet, but Lily was becoming increasingly desperate to try?
Lily suppressed a moan as she bit her lip, suddenly unsure of who was wetter: her or James’ cock, lubed up with her spit and now leaking a few drops of pre-cum.
“Lily.” Her eyes jumped to his face, finding him staring at her. He must have read her like an open book, read the thoughts she projected across her face like he so often did, and become entirely overwhelmed by her evident ache for him.
She knew the dazzled feeling well, having experienced it much too frequently in his presence herself. While his loyal obsession with her had started as a hindrance in her young life, Lily now had no idea how to live without it.
She whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, and the honey of his hazel eyes melted into a darker hue of lust that she could feel herself falling into. Without a word, James came to the rescue, never one to let Lily suffer in silence if he could help it. He snuck his hand under her jerking arm and found her clit, making Lily’s lids flash open wildly before fluttering closed.
“I don’t think I can do both…” she whined, her grip around his cock loosening. She wanted to learn how to give pleasure while she took it, but she wasn’t there yet. His fingers felt too good, even through fabric, and Lily could feel her cunt clutching at nothing, screaming at her to simply roll on top of him and shove his cock inside of her already. She could take it. She was ready.
But it wasn’t about her tonight. Well, it wasn’t supposed to be about her again. This was about James.
“Do whatever feels good, love,” he mumbled, seemingly recovering some of his marbles with her wavering ministrations. “That was already so glorious.”
No. I can do better, Lily reprimanded herself, swatting away his distracting—yet so fucking talented—fingers. “Cut that shit out,” she hissed.
James choked as she squeezed his cock with avid determination. “Okay,” he finally wheezed out with a cracking voice, his suddenly free hand flying up to his hair and tugging, obviously needing something to do with all his pent-up energy. “Whatever you say.”
Lily grinned, kissing his cheek as she stroked him hard and fast. “Good.”
“Just like that, fuck, just like that,” James encouragingly muttered, his gaze drifting to her hand as it continued to jerk his beloved cock. His hips were bucking up into her of their own accord, pleading with her to keep going now that she’d found her groove.
Spurred by his praise, Lily couldn’t help but move her hand more quickly, wanting to give him the same toe-curling finish that he always blessed her with. “What else can I do? How can I make this better?” She now understood why he was so zealous to eat her out, so happy to make her happy. Because this felt good. Seeing James on the verge of coming—seeing his eyes start to roll back despite his best efforts to watch the action, his breath coming to him in shorter and shorter pants—was the ultimate prize. Not only was seeing her boyfriend lose it to the mere touch of her palm the hottest thing she’d ever seen, but it was also the power trip of Lily’s life.
“Kiss me,” James demanded, his hand pulling her forward by the back of the neck, consuming lips as much as wayward thoughts as he crashed his mouth into hers. The kiss was rough, as though James wanted to share precisely how crazy and untamed she was making him, pushing him to the very edge of his sanity. He pulled back with a gulp. “I’m about to come.”
Shit. Lily didn’t know what she was supposed to do now. They hadn’t really discussed this. Luckily, before she could panic and stop what she was already doing, James came, spilling himself onto his stomach and chest. Lily watched in awe as pure white streaks shot from the tip, decorating his skin with what felt like badges of honor. You did that, she told herself, holding in a smirk. “You came,” she said dumbly. Proudly.
"Mm-hmm," James hummed, looking at her in absolute wonder through sleepy, satiated eyes.
Lily had the feeling a hippogriff could break down the door and he still wouldn't notice anything in the room apart from her.
Not thinking, solely riding her high and horniness, Lily bent to his chest, and took a tentative lick.
She wasn’t sure what she experienced more: the taste of his seed, the shocked twitch of his ribs against her lips, or the sharp sound of him hissing, “Fucking A!”
Lily slowly flicked her tongue along her upper lip, looking back at him with the biggest doe eyes she could muster. “Sorry, I’ve always wondered what you tasted like.”
She was pretty sure James died in that moment, but it was okay. Because now, she knew exactly how to bring him back to life.