The Ending I Want

by Samantha Towle

  I’m just finishing my coffee when there’s a firm knock at the door.

  Putting my cup down, I go over to the door and open it.

  And there stands Liam. He’s wearing a charcoal-gray three-piece suit with a white shirt and gray tie, and he looks hot as hell.

  He strides through the door. Hooking his arm around my waist, he brings me up onto my tiptoes, and he takes my mouth in a delicious kiss as he kicks the door shut with his foot. My hands flutter to his chest.

  “Hi,” he rumbles against my lips.

  “Hi.” I’m breathy and seriously turned on already, and all he’s done is kiss me.

  “Don’t you ever leave my bed again before I’m done with you.”

  I blink my eyes open, and stare into his. “Yes, sir.”

  “So long as we know where we stand.”

  “God, you’re bossy.”

  “Well, people generally do what I say without complaint.”

  “Except for me.”

  “Except for you.” He smiles against my mouth, and I love the feeling.

  I love it a little bit too much.

  “Do you want something to drink?” I ask, tipping my head back so that I can properly look him in the eyes.

  “No, I don’t want something to drink…and you’re dressed.” He speculatively eyes me, tugging on a strap with his finger. “I specifically told you that I wanted you naked.”

  “Well, I thought it would be more fun if you undressed me.”

  The predatory look in his eyes has me stepping back toward the bed, and it sets off a swarm of butterflies in my belly, which are quickly heading south.

  “I want you to undress for me. Strip. Now,” he orders, his arms folding over his broad chest.

  God, I want to strip him out of that sexy suit of his.

  “Bossy,” I mutter.

  “I didn’t hear you complaining last night when my head was between your legs, making you come. Now, take off your fucking clothes.”

  After that little speech, I have nothing…nothing but wet panties and hard nipples.

  My hands go to the zipper on my skirt, and I slowly lower it. I push the fabric down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. I step out of it. I pull my top off over my head and drop it on top of the skirt, leaving me standing here, in my underwear.

  His eyes darken with appreciation. And, in this moment, I’ve never felt sexier and more powerful.

  “Underwear as well.” His commanding eyes meet with mine.

  I remove my bra first, loving how his eyes go to my breasts and seem to get stuck there. I hook my thumbs in the elastic of my panties and shimmy them down my legs, toeing them off to the side.

  The shy part of me wants to cover my body with my hands, but I refuse to be that shy girl.

  Especially not with the way that Liam is looking at me right now—with absolute appreciation for my body.

  There is nothing more empowering than having a man look at you like Liam is looking at me.

  In this moment, I’m not Taylor Shaw, brain tumor girl.

  I’m Taylor Shaw, sex goddess.

  With that bolstering my confidence, I say, “Now that you have me naked, what are you going to do with me?”

  Liam unfastens his eyes from my breasts and pins me with a hot stare. “Things that will have you coming for days. Now, get on the fucking bed.”

  I scramble up onto the bed without hesitation.

  Eager? Hell yes, I am. I know how this man fucks—hot and hard and thorough.

  Liam toes off his shoes and yanks off his tie. After removing his jacket and vest, he then takes off his cuff links, putting them on the nightstand by the bed.

  He unfastens his pants, pulling his shirt free. Unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt, he reaches back and pulls it over his head.

  I stare unashamedly at his chest. I didn’t get to appreciate it in the darkness of his room last night.

  But, now, I’m seeing, and holy hell am I appreciating.

  He’s cut and ripped. All the way down to his V.

  He is a man who works out and reaps the rewards for it.

  Well, I’m the one currently reaping those rewards.

  Liam has a man’s body. A real man’s body.

  There’s no waxed chest here. There’s hair smattering his chest and a happy trail leading all the way to the promised land.

  I’ve never been a chest-hair-on-a-guy kind of girl. I’m now officially converted.

  All I want to do is run my tongue over that chest hair and follow that happy trail down into those pants to what I know awaits me there.

  “Like what you see?”

  I lift my eyes to his. “Very much so. But some of you is still covered.” I gesture to his pants. “Take off your fucking pants, Hunter.”

  He grins at me. It’s a lazy but oh-so sexy grin.

  “I want you to take them off for me.” His words are very distinct. He steps toward the bed, so he’s standing by the edge of it.

  Getting up on my knees, I reach for his zipper and lower it. The sound is loud in the silence.

  I slip my hands into the back of his pants and push them down, letting them fall to the floor.

  Liam kicks them off to the side.

  I slide my fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and tug them down.

  His cock springs free.

  And then I’m just too distracted to get his boxers fully off.

  I can’t take my eyes off his cock.

  It’s just so hard and big, and…there.

  Liam removes his boxer shorts the rest of the way. I wrap my hand around his cock. He groans, his stomach muscles tensing.

  I got that he was big from the feel of him inside me last night, but looking at his cock right now in the light of day, I’m wondering how the hell it actually fit.

  Pre-cum beads on the tip, and my mouth waters to taste him.

  I lean my head down and lick the tip, loving the shudder that runs through his body.

  His fingers slide into my hair. “Suck it,” he rasps out the command.

  I glance up at him. The look in his eyes…I’ve never seen a man look so on the edge of need.

  I give him a seductive smile, and then I lower my mouth over his cock, taking him in.

  I haven’t had a lot of experience with giving head. But I want this to be really good for Liam, so, I give it my all, wanting to make him feel as amazing as he makes me feel.

  I wrap my hand around the base, jacking him off, while I suck him.

  He seems to like it as his grip on my hair tightens, and he says, “Yeah, fuck, that’s it. Suck it harder.”

  So, I suck harder.

  His other hand takes ahold of my hair, and he starts fucking my mouth with his cock, hips pistoning back and forth. “Jesus…your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans.

  I rest my hands on his hips, going with what he needs. His cock feels amazing, sliding between my lips.

  Without warning, he pulls from my mouth, and then I’m none too gently pushed down onto the bed. He spreads my legs and gets down on his knees. His mouth is on my pussy in seconds, his tongue pushing inside me.

  “On my God!” I cry out.

  Liam lifts his head and stares at me. “Right now, I am your god, and don’t you fucking forget it.”

  Holy…wow.

  He pushes a finger inside me. And another. Fucking me with them, he starts to suck on my clit.

  Seconds later, I’m exploding around his mouth.

  I didn’t realize how worked up I was. Guess that’s the power of oral sex. Or just the power of him.

  “Move up to the head of the bed, and get on your stomach.”

  I lift my lazy head, still lax from the orgasm, and look at him.

  “Now,” he says.

  I don’t argue because I know that whatever he has in mind will mean more pleasure for me.

  Face pressed into the pillow, I hear Liam moving around, and then he climbs on the bed. A condom lands on the pillow
beside my head.

  He takes ahold of one wrist and then the other, bringing them together above my head. He starts to wrap his tie around my wrists.

  “Um, you’re tying me up?” I glance back at him.

  “Looks that way. You have a problem with that?”

  Do I have a problem with that?

  “No.” I shake my head. “So long as you untie me at the end. I don’t fancy being on the receiving end of a hotel maid’s joke.”

  He chuckles low and deep, and then he leans in and captures my lips in a hot kiss. I can taste myself on him. It’s crazy erotic.

  “Don’t worry. I have plans for you this afternoon that don’t require you being tied to a bed.”

  He ties my bound wrists to the metal headboard, using the remainder of the tie.

  I’m figuring he does this often, as he has me bound and tied in less than a minute.

  I feel him press a kiss between my shoulder blades. Then, he starts to kiss his way down my spine.

  His hand runs over my ass cheek…and then he slaps it.

  “Ouch,” I hiss.

  I feel his lips press to the offending sting, his tongue running over the area, soothing it.

  I haven’t been spanked before.

  Gotta say, I quite like it. It feels…naughty and incredibly sexy. Especially when I’m tied up and totally at his mercy.

  I feel his finger run between my ass cheeks, causing me to tense. “Have you ever been fucked up the arse?” he asks, voice low.

  I crane my neck back to look him. “No.”

  And I don’t know if it’s something I ever want to do.

  But, you’re dying, Taylor. So, why the hell not? What do you have to lose?

  Swallowing past my natural nerves, my voice shakes as I say, “But…I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it out.”

  Surprise flickers in his eyes, and then, soon after, a big, dirty grin spreads across his lip. “Has anyone ever told you before that you’re a man’s wet dream?”

  A laugh escapes me. “Nope.”

  “Well, you are. A hot fucking wet dream. I’ve been dreaming about a woman like you since I hit puberty.”

  “You don’t get to fuck many asses?” I ask.

  “Not as many as I’d like.” He slaps my ass again. “And I’m going to fuck your hot ass…but not today.”

  “Why not?” I ask. I actually feel a little disappointed. I was getting all ready to psych myself up for it.

  “Because spit alone won’t do it, and unless you have some lube, I’m not going near your ass.”

  “I don’t have lube. It’s not something I thought to pack.” I smirk at him.

  “I’ll just have to make sure I have some the next time we have sex.”

  “We’ll be having sex again?” I raise a brow.

  “We’ll definitely be having sex again.” He leans down and presses another kiss to my ass cheek, making me shiver.

  I let my head fall down onto the pillow as I feel Liam get to his knees.

  His hands grab my hips, and he lifts me. I bring my knees up to support myself. God knows how because my body currently feels like jelly.

  Sex for me before was never anything like it is with Liam.

  With Benjamin, we were just inexperienced kids, and my one-night stands were just fuck-and-goes.

  Sex with Liam is so much more. There are so many feelings that come with it…and it’s incredibly intense in sensation that I’m halfway between madness and ecstasy while with him.

  His finger pushes inside me again, and he starts to fuck me with it.

  I’m panting and beyond needing him inside me when he reaches over and picks up the condom.

  His finger leaves me. I whimper at the loss.

  I hear foil tear.

  I glance back to see him rolling the condom on that magnificent cock of his. His dick is straining upward, looking hard and so ready to fuck me.

  He catches my eye. The smile he gives me is a dirty one, filled with a hot promise.

  Liam holds my stare as he lines his cock up with my opening. Very slowly, he starts to push every delicious inch of him inside me until my eyes are closing with total bliss.

  He takes his time, fucking me with measured, languid movements. Pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, inch by delicious inch.

  It’s the best kind of torture.

  “You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he says in a rough, low voice.

  I can’t ever remember being called beautiful by a man I was fucking…except for him.

  I look back at him, the bind on my wrists pulling. It stings, but I like the bite of pain.

  “So do you,” I tell him.

  Something flashes through his eyes. Something hot and urgent. Then, his control snaps, and he starts fucking me hard and relentless. One hand on my hip and the other pressed on my lower back, he pumps in and out of me, dominating my body.

  I’ve never handed myself over to another person in this way before, but I love the way it makes me feel.

  Liam lifts his hand from my back and puts his thumb in his mouth, wetting it.

  The next thing I feel is that wet thumb sliding between my ass cheeks while his hand palms my lower back.

  When it touches my puckered hole, I tense. “I thought we weren’t doing ass play?”

  “I changed my mind. That okay with you?”

  Is that okay with me?

  Yes…yes, it is.

  I look back, meeting with his eyes. “Yes,” I whisper.

  Heat flares in his eyes.

  Holding my stare, he slows his thrusts down and focuses on teasing his thumb over that sacred, untouched part of me.

  Even though I told him yes, I still can’t help but tense, knowing what he’s about to do.

  “Relax for me,” he whispers.

  So, I do. I close my eyes and give myself over to him.

  When I feel the tip of his thumb enter me, I moan, partly from the burn but surprisingly in pleasure, too.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice sounding rough.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Can you take more?”

  I nod my head.

  He pushes his thumb in a bit further. The burn increases, but it’s not painful, just uncomfortable. There’s something else, too…something good. I feel full of him, and a desperate need starts to overtake everything else. Suddenly, the burn doesn’t matter because I want more—more him, more of what he’s doing to me.

  Liam has stilled his movements, his cock seated inside me, his thumb up my ass.

  And, now, I’m the one taking control, telling him with my body what I want. I push back against him and start fucking myself on him. Fucking my pussy with his cock and my ass with his thumb.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s it, babe. God, the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you’d be a hot fuck.”

  I want to touch my clit, but I can’t because my hands are bound. I’m totally at his mercy.

  He seems to sense what I need as his other hand slides from my hip and moves around my front to my clit.

  He rubs my clit with his thick finger.

  I’m coming seconds later with his finger on my clit, his dick in my pussy, and his thumb up my ass.

  And I keep coming. I’m still coming when he pulls his thumb out of my ass and his finger off my clit.

  His chest presses to my back, and his hands go around my wrists. His mouth pressed to my shoulder, he starts pumping his cock in and out of me.

  “God, you’re so fucking hot, Boston. I could fuck you for days.”

  “So, do it,” I whisper. “Fuck me for days.”

  He growls and starts pumping in and out of me even harder.

  Skin slapping skin, his hips pound against my ass.

  “I’m…fucking…coming,” he growls. Then, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder in the most delicious way as he rides his orgasm out in me.

  When he’s done, I collapse down onto the bed. Liam comes down with me.

  “God,
you weigh a ton.” I chuckle.

  “All muscle, babe.” He nips my shoulder with his teeth, and then he gets up off me, pulling out of me.

  I decide that’s my least favorite part of having sex with Liam—him pulling out of me. I don’t like the feeling of losing him from my body.

  He unties me from the bed and unwraps the bind around my wrists. I turn over to face him. He takes ahold of my wrists and rubs his thumbs over them, massaging.

  It’s the sweetest thing.

  Then, he leans down and kisses my lips, humming a sound of pleasure over them.

  And I change my mind. That’s the sweetest thing.

  “I’ll just get rid of this.” He nods down at the condom on his still semi-hard dick.

  How is he still hard?

  I watch his naked ass leave the room and go into the bathroom.

  “You should have a better room than this,” he tells me as he comes back out from the bathroom.

  “What’s wrong with this room? Are you saying your hotel rooms are shitty?”

  “No.” He climbs onto the bed.

  Taking me in his arms, he shimmies us down the bed until we’re facing each other, legs tangled, arms holding.

  I’m getting the impression that Liam is a cuddler.

  “I’m saying that you should be staying in a better room. You should be in a suite.”

  “I don’t need a suite. I’m one person. This is all I need.”

  “I like suites, and if I’m going to be spending time here, in bed with you, then I want to be doing it in the best of my hotel rooms.”

  “You’ll fly coach, but you won’t stay in a simple hotel room.”

  “What can I say? I’m a complicated guy.” He grins. “I’ll have you moved to a suite later.”

  “You will, or your assistant will?”

  Another grin. “My assistant will. I’ll be busy doing other things.”

  “Such as?”

  “You.”

  Oh. Well, I can’t argue with that. But still…

  “I don’t want a suite.”

  “I know. But you’re getting one.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips.

  And, in this moment, I realize that arguing with Liam Hunter is fruitless. He’s used to getting what he wants.

  “Anyway, you’re going to be spending time here?” I question, going back to what he said before.

  “We can fuck at my place, too. Either works for me, so long as we’re fucking.”

  I’m still stuck on the spending-more-time-together bit.