Your Secret's Safe With Me
so now run.
John had been going crazy.
He hadn’t seen Lily in a week, and hadn’t touched her in two. He was going to lose his mind if didn’t get his hands on her this instant.
He parked his truck in Tim’s driveway, thanking the gods that his Jeep wasn’t here. John had planned this out, after all.
Not bothering to lock his car, he strode up the sidewalk and tried the door. Locked. He banged on it loudly, harshly, with his fist. He wasn’t going to quit until she opened the fucking door. She had to be home. Had to be.
John was beyond frustrated after a couple of minutes of knocking, when finally, he heard the lock click and the door swung open.
Revealing Lily. Dripping wet, wrapped in only a towel.
He was definitely going to lose his mind. He wondered if he were going to hell because the of dirty thoughts racing through his mind.
“Hi?” Lily asked, pushing a strand of wet, black hair away from her face. There was a look of irritation on her face, as always.
No time to answer. John put his hands on her elbows and pushed her backwards, all the way into the house, before slamming the door shut with his foot and putting his mouth on hers. Lily gasped before responding, gripping her hands on his head, pulling at his hair. He’d like to think that she’d been going crazy, too, without him.
He was already hitching her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her towel lay forgotten in the hallway as he carried her to her bedroom, shutting that door behind them, too, before throwing her onto the bed.
They were both breathing heavy, already, as John leaned over her, his hands skimming her sides, the curves of her body. She grabbed his beanie off his head and threw it across the room.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he groaned when she tugged at the hem of his shirt.
In reply, as if to tease him more, Lily moaned softly as his hand circled her bellybutton. It was, undeniably, the hottest sound he’d ever heard.
Testing the waters, his fingers inched lower and lower, resting on the inside of her thighs.
He grinned victoriously as her moans became louder and louder.
***
Three hours later, John and Lily were lying side by side, naked, on her bed. He was laying with his eyes closed, and she was staring at the ceiling, biting her lip.
“Tim will be home in less than ten minutes,” Lily announced ominously, her tone empty.
“Are you psychic?”
“No.”
Silence.
“I guess there’s no time for round four, then, huh,” John teased, pushing the sheet off of his body and reaching for his clothes.
“Maybe next time, horndog,” she smirked, getting up to dress herself too.
It was an all-too-familiar routine: lying in bed with him, staring at the ceiling, dressing herself before anyone caught them together.
John O’Callaghan and Lily Langsley were good at keeping secrets.
He hadn’t seen Lily in a week, and hadn’t touched her in two. He was going to lose his mind if didn’t get his hands on her this instant.
He parked his truck in Tim’s driveway, thanking the gods that his Jeep wasn’t here. John had planned this out, after all.
Not bothering to lock his car, he strode up the sidewalk and tried the door. Locked. He banged on it loudly, harshly, with his fist. He wasn’t going to quit until she opened the fucking door. She had to be home. Had to be.
John was beyond frustrated after a couple of minutes of knocking, when finally, he heard the lock click and the door swung open.
Revealing Lily. Dripping wet, wrapped in only a towel.
He was definitely going to lose his mind. He wondered if he were going to hell because the of dirty thoughts racing through his mind.
“Hi?” Lily asked, pushing a strand of wet, black hair away from her face. There was a look of irritation on her face, as always.
No time to answer. John put his hands on her elbows and pushed her backwards, all the way into the house, before slamming the door shut with his foot and putting his mouth on hers. Lily gasped before responding, gripping her hands on his head, pulling at his hair. He’d like to think that she’d been going crazy, too, without him.
He was already hitching her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her towel lay forgotten in the hallway as he carried her to her bedroom, shutting that door behind them, too, before throwing her onto the bed.
They were both breathing heavy, already, as John leaned over her, his hands skimming her sides, the curves of her body. She grabbed his beanie off his head and threw it across the room.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he groaned when she tugged at the hem of his shirt.
In reply, as if to tease him more, Lily moaned softly as his hand circled her bellybutton. It was, undeniably, the hottest sound he’d ever heard.
Testing the waters, his fingers inched lower and lower, resting on the inside of her thighs.
He grinned victoriously as her moans became louder and louder.
***
Three hours later, John and Lily were lying side by side, naked, on her bed. He was laying with his eyes closed, and she was staring at the ceiling, biting her lip.
“Tim will be home in less than ten minutes,” Lily announced ominously, her tone empty.
“Are you psychic?”
“No.”
Silence.
“I guess there’s no time for round four, then, huh,” John teased, pushing the sheet off of his body and reaching for his clothes.
“Maybe next time, horndog,” she smirked, getting up to dress herself too.
It was an all-too-familiar routine: lying in bed with him, staring at the ceiling, dressing herself before anyone caught them together.
John O’Callaghan and Lily Langsley were good at keeping secrets.
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short, just revealing their "relationship" more I guess. Sorry for lack of updates.. school.Thank you for your support, commenters/subscribers/recommenders!
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