by Doyle, S.
I reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it to tug it over his head. He released my mouth and obliged me in taking it off. When I looked at his chest, covered with hair and his abs…a fucking six-pack…I realized there was nothing lanky about Ted. He was all lean muscle, which explained his steely strength.
Then it was my turn. He found and tugged at the zipper down my back. Again I hadn’t worried about a bra, so, as soon as the dress fell away, I was exposed to him. Feeling slightly self-conscious, I tried to cover myself with my arms, but he took both my wrists in his hands and leaned down to tickle my nipple with his tongue before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my chest. “Like fucking cherries. I knew it. I had to look at you yesterday in that damn sundress, knowing I could have had my mouth on your skin just by pushing it down.”
“You were thinking about this yesterday?”
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Beth, I’ve been thinking about this since I saw your picture for the first time. Since I read your blog. Since I realized all that stuff you wrote about was all in your head because you never left your home. It was like…like you were speaking to me.”
“They were just words.”
He shook his head. “No, they weren’t. They were pieces of you. Tiny little pieces you gave to me. You gave to everyone. But I was listening closer. Now I get to have you. And Beth…the one thing I swear I was telling the truth about…I do have a really big, fucking dick.”
I laughed and the sound startled me. I’d never laughed in bed with Jared. I hadn’t really done anything but go through the motions of what I thought a girlfriend should do in bed. Which, now that I think about it, was really unfair to both Jared and myself.
I pushed the dress down my body but wasn’t quite ready to remove my panties. Ted hadn’t turned out the lights so the tattoo along my hip was on display.
A mockingbird. Ted ran his fingers over it softly. The feather work on the tail was so detailed it almost looked real. Like a bird had flown and settled on my hip.
“Why a mockingbird?”
My eyes shot to his, surprised he recognized the bird.
“I was in high school and we were reading To Kill a Mockingbird in English class. The teacher said it represented innocence. When I made the decision to leave my mom, decided that living on the streets was better than what I had at home, I wanted to make sure I remembered who I was. I knew I was going to do bad things to survive. I didn’t know what. But I wanted to remember I was innocent. I hadn’t left a child. I hadn’t fucked up my life with drugs. My parents did that.”
Reverently, he bent down and kissed my mockingbird. Then he slid his fingers into my panties and dragged them down my legs. I was lying on the bed naked for him and he took his time to look me up and down.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
I felt it. The way he was looking at me. Like I was precious and beautiful. And maybe this was a trick, and maybe he was seducing me for some nefarious spy reasons, but right now, I didn’t want to think about that. I wanted to be with Ted. The Ted who made me laugh. Who made me feel not alone. The Ted I told my secrets to when the truth was he already knew them all.
I reached for the top of his jeans. “Can you take them off all the way, or do you want to leave them on in case someone breaks in.”
He kissed me. “No one is breaking in, Beth. I swear it. You need to trust me.”
“You know I can’t.”
I touched his face when I realized that made him sad. But he and I both knew it was the truth.
He pushed himself off the bed, and, again, I marveled at the muscles of his biceps. It was like he’d created this persona to prevent people from looking at him. Seeing him. But now that I did, I could totally see him as a spy and international man of mystery.
Then he shucked his shoes and socks and dropped his jeans.
And there was proof he’d told the truth about something.
“OMG,” I muttered, taking in his size. “And what the fuck is that?”
He took himself in his hand and I could see two metal balls just below the head of his dick. “Trust me when I tell you this is going to hit your G-spot in a way you’re going to like.”
I knew of the G-spot in theory, but not in practice. I’d had sex once in high school with my then boyfriend, after which he’d broken up with me. Lesson learned on that score. Then two years of Jared, missionary position in the dark. Because I wouldn’t let him see me.
Now I was laid out naked on a bed looking at a hard dick with a piercing. On a guy I knew for a fact was a liar. I could feel myself panicking.
“Breathe, Beth,” he said, climbing on top of me. “I’m going to make it good. For both of us. All you need to do is follow my lead.”
I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach even as he started dropping kisses along my neck. Then my collarbone, then my ear, then my lips. I was being lulled into thinking this might be gentle and sweet. That I could just lean back, arch my neck and let Ted make me feel good.
That’s when he lifted and rolled me over, so I was on my stomach. His hard body on top of me, pressing his weight into me.
“Now, I know you’re a lights off during sex kind of girl,” he whispered into my ear.
“How do you…never mind. I don’t even want to know.”
“Remember that guy…the one with the Phillies hat, sitting at the table next to you at Luigi’s…? You told me the show was over as you left.”
I bucked against him in rage. “That was you!”
“Yep. Poor, old, sad sack Jared. What the hell did you see in that guy?”
I gritted my teeth together and wondered if I could have sex with someone when I was so damn pissed at him right now.
“Jared was safe. And he told me the truth!”
“Hey, I told you the truth just now about my dick.”
Which he was rubbing up and down between my ass cheeks in a way that made me nervous. How the hell would those little pierced balls feel pressed up inside my ass?
But then I could feel Ted kissing my shoulders and dragging his tongue down my back.
“I’m a lights-on guy. And I’m going to fucking devour you. I know you’ve had sex, Beth. But have you ever been fucked?”
Not really. “Of course I have.” Now who was the liar?
“Hmm,” he hummed at the crevice right where my back met my ass. His lips were doing something that made me tickle but before I could wiggle free, he bit my ass cheek hard.
“Ow!”
“A little pain mixed in will intensify the pleasure. Trust me. It’s about the person dicking you.”
That sounded familiar, but then he flipped me over again like I was a pancake and knelt between my legs. Looking at him I could see there was a gleam in his eyes, which suggested I might be really in over my head.
With Ted. Who I had once thought of as the safe guy.
Cupping my ass cheeks in his hands, he lifted me to his mouth and without a second’s hesitation he thrust his tongue between my trimmed pussy lips. Jared had tried to do this to me once, but he’d literally been holding his breath while he did it, which made me so self-conscious I stopped him.
Ted licked me like I was an ice cream cone. Like he was in an eating contest and I was the bucket of wings. Like he wasn’t going to stop. Ever.
It was too much. “Ted, stop. Please…I can’t think.”
“You’re not supposed to think during oral, baby. You’re just supposed to feel.”
Then he took my clit between his lips and I thought I was going to fly apart. His tongue was flicking back and forth over it, when I felt his finger penetrate me.
Geezus, even his fingers felt thick. I could feel my pussy squeezing around him, could feel my orgasm shooting up my body, but then abruptly he stopped. Holding me still, as he scooted closer.
“I think I want you to come on my cock instead,” he said, and that was all the notice I had before he th
rust inside me.
“Holy shit!” I screamed. I’d never been filled like this. And that piercing…? Oh my God! It was rubbing and rubbing over the same spot again and again. It felt like my body was exploding. Like my eyes were going to burst from my head. Nothing had ever prepared me for this.
So, this was fucking. He was hammering into me over and over. One hand on my hip to keep me where he wanted me, the other he slid up my stomach and started pinching my nipples.
Hard enough that it hurt and felt good at the same time.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you take my cock. Like you were made for me. I bet you like sex now. You want me to turn the lights off?”
No. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to see me. With my nose ring and my tattoo and my tiny boobs and flat stomach. I wanted him to watch me take him. Take his big cock and his piercing without holding anything back.
“Fuck, you are tight and hot. You wanna come now? Or maybe not.” He pulled out of me and it was like losing an appendage. As if in that short time my body had decided his dick was mine.
“Ted! Don’t stop. You can’t stop.”
He leaned over me and kissed my lips, a quick thrust of his tongue. “But I just did,” he said with an evil smile. “Get on all fours for me if you want my cock back, kitten.”
There was no shame in how fast I scrambled. I was on all fours, my ass practically begging him to slap it, which he did. Then he had me lower my head to the pillows, bracing my weight on my knees and elbows. Making my pussy a perfect target for him but I couldn’t see, so I didn’t know when he might—
“Ah fuck,” I groaned as he slid back inside me. This time the angle of his piercing was different, but it still felt amazing. Like there was this live, probing thing beyond just his dick pressing against my pussy walls until I couldn’t think or see or do anything but beg him to keep going.
“Liam!” he shouted above me as he fucked me from behind. “That’s who’s fucking you. Say my name.”
“Ted!” I shouted just to be a little mean.
He slapped my ass again. “Say my name, baby, or I’ll stop.”
“Liam! Liam! Liam!”
He slapped my ass again, then fingered my clit, and pulled on my nipples all while fucking me into oblivion.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” I chanted. This had never happened. Not with penetration. But he was attacking me sexually from so many angles my body simply couldn’t stop. When I was sure it was too much, he palmed my sex and thrust so hard and so deep I thought his cock might come out of my mouth.
I screamed because I couldn’t hold back. The hand he’d been using to cover my pussy he now used to press against my mouth to silence me, or maybe to give me permission to scream into his hand, which I did.
This wasn’t just an orgasm. This was all the molecules in my body flying apart, only to come back together in exquisite pleasure. He started snapping his hips against my ass. I heard him groan, then I felt the explosion of his come inside me.
I wasn’t worried about pregnancy because I had an IUD, but I thought how reckless we were not to use a condom. I should have been more outraged than I was, but I was too boneless to care.
He slid out of me and collapsed on the bed. I felt his weight next to me and knew he was looking at me. Probably wondering if he’d fucked me to death. He had.
“Beth, look at me.”
“Can’t,” I mumbled into the pillow, my ass still in the air. “You fucked me to death.”
He lifted a chunk of my hair off my face and I opened one eye to glare at him for disturbing my post-orgasmic glow.
“I didn’t use a condom because I wanted you to feel me. All of me. But I’m clean, I promise.”
“Me, too. And you don’t have to worry about birth control—”
“Yeah, kitten, I know. I have my ways.”
Of course he did.
“I’ll let you sleep, but then I’m going to have you again before we leave in the morning.”
A second round. I gulped. “I won’t survive it.”
“I’ll go easier on you next time, but I want to fuck your mouth, then come inside you again because that fucking feels delicious. Who fucked you tonight, Beth?”
“Liam,” I mumbled.
“That’s right.” He settled on his back and pulled me on top of him so that I was draped over him, then he kissed my forehead like I was his girl. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.
And the lights in the hotel room were still on.
10
Beth
We were just now entering the outskirts of Rome. We’d left Florence at the crack of dawn. After sleeping only a few hours. True to his word, Liam had woken me up and wanted to fuck me again. With my tongue, I’d flicked and played with the piercing on his dick until he’d groaned my name.
That had been fun.
Then he’d lifted me off the bed and fucked me against the hotel wall until we both came in a glorious rush. I had no idea sex could be both dirty and fun. Hot and playful. Earth-shatteringly good.
Maybe we’d slept for another hour after that. Or at least I had. When I woke up Liam already had a car waiting. When I asked him if he stole it, he said of course not. That he had ways.
I knew he was lying.
A little over three hours later and he’d just taken the exit for the airport.
We didn’t talk much, but every once and a while I looked over at him as he drove. Confidently, authoritatively. I thought about how he had tossed me around in bed like he owned my body, and wondered if he was that way with every woman.
Probably. Which was a mostly depressing thought. I was just some Bond girl he’d hooked up with and would most likely forget as he continued on with his mission to find my father before he croaked and took his work to the grave.
It was hard to reconcile this guy, Liam, with Ted. No hat, no glasses. Thick, wavy, black hair. Firm jaw, soft lips. And a lean, hard body with a dick that didn’t end.
“You look different today,” I told him.
“It’s the glasses,” he said, glancing at me. He was wearing aviator sunglasses that made him look like, I fucking kid-you-not, Chris Pine.
But that wasn’t it. “It’s something else. Something I can’t put my finger on.”
“I picked up some new clothes when I got you that dress.”
The sundress had been waiting for me when I stepped out of the shower, so I didn’t have to fly home in the cocktail dress I’d been wearing last night.
“When did you do that?”
“When I was getting the car.”
“And by getting you mean stealing. Which means you also stole these clothes. Along with a fake passport.”
“I wanted you to be comfortable,” he said. “And you need the passport to get back to the States.”
“You’re a very thoughtful spy slash thief.”
“You’re welcome.”
He was wearing a plain pair of khakis and another black T-shirt, but now the shirt showed off his pecs and biceps a little better. If I’d met him when he was wearing this shirt, I would have immediately known he was packing a six-pack.
I thought back to that first night we met when my impression had been that he was skinny, lanky, maybe even goofy looking with his ears and his glasses. This was not that guy. He’d probably been wearing clothes a size larger, just to give the impression he was lost in them. Bony, as opposed to jacked. All part of his disguise.
This guy was smokin’.
And a liar. And a thief. Who had been spying on me for…?
“Exactly how long have you been spying on me? Obviously, you were there the night I broke up with Jared.”
“A few weeks before that. When your father ghosted our Homeland Security team.”
I squirmed in my seat. “Don’t call him that. He’s not my father, he’s my sperm donor. That’s all he is to me. I don’t care if he’s some world-renowned nuclear physicist.”
“I get that’s all he is t
o you. But you’re more than that to him. He had pictures of you, Beth. In his home. In his office on campus. Pictures of you growing up. Some that must have been sent by your mother because they were official school photos. Others that looked like candid shots.”
I didn’t know what to say. Then I let myself get pissed all over again. “Who does that? Who has a child and follows their existence but doesn’t say anything to them? Doesn’t help when they obviously need it?”
“Gino is…not great with people. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a super genius. But totally awkward with social situations. He might not have known how to handle you.”
“That’s not enough of an excuse.”
“I get that. I’m just saying he’s not… Well, you were important to him in the only way he’d let you be. His grand plan is to turn over all his important work for you to control.”
“Which is what got us both into hot water,” I remind him.
“True.”
“You really think I’ll be safe once I go back home?”
He sighed. “You’re going to be watched. But by our people. Just know that. They’ll keep the foreign riff-raff at bay, but they’ll still probably dog your every step.”
“You mean Dmitri and the chick in the hot red dress.”
“She told me her name was Marta,” he supplied. “But you never know with those two.”
“She had her hands on your thigh pretty fast,” I reminded him.
He flashed me a grin. “Jealous?”
I shook my head. “I’ve already had this conversation with myself. I get that I’m just a Bond girl. One in probably a long line of Bond girls to entertain you in bed and play with your piercing— Liam!”
The speed at which he pulled the car over made me think we were being run off the road by another car. But no, Liam just pulled over to the side of the road and hit the hazard lights.
“Dude, you stole this car,” I reminded him. “You might want to be a little more subtle in drawing attention to yourself.”
He reached out and grabbed my chin in his hand and forced me to look at his extremely pissed-off face.
