Chapter 53 Confused (5)
Bradley's POV
I recognized desire in the depths of her eyes. But no matter how much I wanted her, I couldn't do this to her. No matter how much my bulge responded to her touches, I couldn't think of myself making love to her.
"I'm sorry, Lily. I can't do this," I said.
She was confused as she watched me pull away from her. And when she reached out to me again, I had jerked the door open and raced out into the storm.
I was only around her to protect her, and not to make love to her. Although I wished to make her mine, but I would be no different from my brother if I took advantage of her vulnerability.
But how long would my self-control last?
Fortunately, I got home and peeled myself out of my soggy clothes and shoes. Then I took a warm bath and my mind drifted towards Lily. I shouldn't have left her all to herself, but I knew if I hadn't, I would have succumbed to making out with her.
She was so delicate not to be soiled by my randy desires. She deserved so much more. Intently, I knew that wouldn't stop me from being her protector.
Someone was banging on my door and I threw a quick peek at the wall clock.
11:35.
Who could that be?
I sneaked a peep through the keyhole and frowned as I opened the door. "Bobby, what are you doing here?" I asked.
His eyes were redshot, and he didn't care about his clothes being drenched by the rain. I looked behind him hoping I would catch the sight of his creaking motorcycle.
Suddenly his hands grabbed my collar, pulling me to himself. "I only backed off because I don't trust myself with her!" He growled.
"Bob?" I grabbed his hands but he intensified his grip on me.
"What the hell is this? Bob, what's gotten into you?" I asked him.
"Don't think because I let you hover around her, I'm a nitwit. Do you think your threat will do me damage? How could you kiss the girl I like?" He shoved me backward and my back hit the door.
I staggered, flailing my hands to find balance. How had he caught Lily and I kissing unless he was spying on us?
"You go from stalking Lily to spying on her?" The fear that he knew where she lived hit me.
"Oh, you didn't think I knew where she lived? I studied Lily for years and knew what time she woke up and what time she went to bed. You think I do not know her routine?" Bobby laughed. The sight of him laughing sent a chill up my spine.
"Are you daring me that I would not report to the police?" I asked him.
"Fuck you, Bradley! Fuck you. Now I'm warning you, the next time you as fucking kiss or even look at her like you want her for yourself, you wouldn't like what I will do to you." Bobby's fists were clenched.
He squinted his gaze at me, snarling while he huffed. And he left like the wind. I stood still, disbelieving what had just happened. Bobby had me choked by the neck because of Lily. If Lily was who he was after, who was I not to protect her from his clutches?
He would do worse, but I knew what I would do. I reminded myself.
Lily's POV
I could still feel the taste of him in my mouth.
While the rain sent its madness, I clung to my pillow for warmth. The low throbbing which I had felt between my legs while Bradley had kissed me returned.
I so much wanted him.
Why did he have to run away?
Did I have a ghastly smelly body? I raised my hand to sniff at my armpits. Certainly, I didn't have a body odor. I took quite a delight in taking care of my body.
I touched my pubic mound, shivering as sensations ran through me. Did he get overwhelmed by the moment that he was too embarrassed at the prospect of making love to me?
I blushed painfully, burying my face into my pillow while wisps of my hair cascaded my pillow as well.
Was Bradley a shy person when it came to the aspect of sex? I didn't realize that I had always wanted him this bad.
My mind played our kiss again and I found myself getting wet at the memory of it. The way his hands grazed my breasts, the way his tongue molded into my mouth...
He told me that I wasn't alone, he would always be with me.
What changed?
I ran my tongue over my lips as I shivered again. Thinking about him would only be a sweet torture. Come sunrise, when he did come to pick me up, I would ask him why he ran away, I thought to myself.
And with a spent out moan, I let sleep evade me, praying for the morrow to come quickly.
As the morning approached, I looked forward to meeting Bradley who would take me to work. It was a routine that I was getting well acquainted with. The doorbell sounded and I rushed to open the door.
Bradley stood there, dressed in a bright green shirt and black trousers. When he smiled, I smiled back.
"I washed your jacket," I told him as he entered, making sure to keep the mood after our warm greeting.
He coughed. "It's fine, you can...keep it." He croaked.
"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing his pale face.
"It's nothing, just the cold from yesterday." He replied to me.
I walked towards him and placed my hand over his forehead. "You sure you'll be able to pull through today?" I was worried.
He nodded.
"You don't look fine to me, Bradley. You had raced out of my house yesterday when we kissed. Were you afraid of a mere kiss? I don't understand.....,"
He didn't let me finish, his hands which were clenched dragged me towards him. I gasped, looking back at his face.
"I want you, Lily but I want to respect your boundaries," Bradley's eyes raked my face.
My heart began to hammer. Bradley was going to kiss me. I had been praying for a repetition of his lips on mine. His hands cupped my derriere. He felt strangely bold which was arousing. When he leaned in to lick my neck, my legs bucked.
"How about dinner after work? Let's make a quick love before we part ways?" His voice was dark and low.
I nodded as he backed me against the door and then turned the lock. "Where's your room?" He hummed in my ears as he pulled me up in his arms.
And without another thought of hesitation, he carried me to my room, peeling me out of my clothes.
It would just be a quickie, and we would be done. I was thoroughly soaked by the thought of him. I inhaled his smell as he leaned in, he smelled different - like grease mingled with perfection cologne - which was unlike him - but it was sexy.
His hands cupped my breasts, he was careful as he touched them - flickering and kneading each hardened nipple. After another round of massaging my boobs, he pulled out his shaft, moved himself behind me and started to part my legs.
Something felt kinda off when he groaned, it felt eerily different like a horror remembrance from the past. He pushed himself into my body as I cast the thought out of my head.
He began to push, fucking me into insanity. It was rough yet sweet. His thrusts were precise, sharp, and accurate. He had one hand over my mouth when I began to moan. Even when I convulsed, he didn't lessen his thrusts, each was fierce in their own accord.
"Lily," he kissed my ears, clasping my breasts in his hands.
What had started as a mere cold was hot, warm, and sizzling at the same time. He wanted more, he picked me up and had me bending towards my knees. I wanted to face him but he didn't want any of that.
And while he continued to plummet me in another round of orgasm, he shoved all of his load into me - fucking me harder as he came.
With a kiss on my neck, he pulled out from me, leaving me shaken, sweaty, and breathless.