He takes his time, running his tongue along the bundle of nerves, and within minutes, Liam’s swirling tongue has my legs shaking, and my stomach contracting in what is unmistakably the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. My hands claw at the fabric of the rug, my hips bucking up and down uncontrollably. Two firm hands settle on my abdomen in an attempt to keep me still, but fail miserably.
My erratic heartbeat is finally settling as I feel him make his way up my body, his smooth skin grazing mine. Liam’s chest rests on mine causing my nipples to harden again with need. Heated flesh on flesh. “God, Sarah. You’re magnificent when you come. So beautiful.”
His mouth finds mine, his fingers swirl at my wet center, and I’m once again overcome by how skilled Liam is in the art of love-making. I reach my hand down to find his cock, only to have both my hands placed above my head and held there by one of his. His focus is on my pleasure this time, not just him getting off and moving on.
“Please let me touch you.”
“Your only job right now is to feel, baby. Just feel,” he whispers. “Are you on birth control? Or do I need a condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper, and immediately focus my attention to his body and smile before unwanted memories sweep in.
“I’m clean, Sarah. Please tell me this is okay.”
“It’s very much okay.” How could I not be okay looking at this wonderful, thoughtful man who is about to make love to me.
Warmth envelopes me as a very well-endowed Liam enters me, just the tip at first, rocking into me slowly, carefully, as I become accustomed to his size.
“All good?”
“Oh, God, Liam. Yes.”
This physical connection with Liam is so intense that I can feel tears welling up, ready to fall. This isn’t just sex for him or for me. There are emotions involved. Serious emotions. Emotions that could break me...again.
The rhythm of his hips picks up to a faster pace, thankfully erasing that thought, then he reaches down, and pulls my leg up, placing it over his shoulder to get deeper inside of me. Faster and faster, he thrusts, sweat breaking out on his forehead. His hand releases mine from over my head, and as soon as he lets them go, they tightly grip his shoulders, holding on and clawing as we both reach our climax together.
His face grimaces as he comes harder than I’ve ever seen a man come before. My insides are shaking, and my body quivering, quite nearly numb from the onslaught of Liam’s punishing thrusts. What has he done to me? What in the ever-loving hell did I just experience?
Liam’s body relaxes as it slowly descends to cover mine. He’s still inside me as the last small bolts of pleasure rumble through us both. Breaths panting, chests heaving, eyes closed, we still.
No movement.
No words.
No regrets.
Just pleasure.
Liam breaks the silence. “Sarah?”
“Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes?”
Liam chuckles, right along with me. He rolls off to my side, and I instantly feel the loss, but when he grabs a tissue to clean me, I tense at the intimacy of that. His eyes never leave mine as he wipes away what remains of our pleasure, and what could very well be an embarrassing gesture turns out to be something I’ve never remotely felt before from a man. I feel cared for, not just used. Soon, Liam is pulling me into him, hiking my leg up over his, and we lay there, completely sated and relaxed.
“I will never get enough of you,” I hear him whisper. My mind instinctively goes into protective mode, and I begin to slide out from under him to get away. I have to have some space. This is what I do.
Unfortunately–or fortunately perhaps–Liam isn’t having any of it. He tightens his hold around my waist, gripping my hip and lightly smacking my ass, keeping me grounded.
“You stay right here, babe. You’re good. We’re good. That, darlin’, was more than I can find words to describe right now. But, you are not going to freak out on me. Just relax.”
I do as I’m told, shaking my head and wondering when I started liking my ass smacked, and when I started to consider snuggling as an after-sex activity. As it turns out, I kinda like being taken care of too.
He tosses the tissues aside and soon he has my body folding into his again, feeling his comforting touch and his strength. How has he done this to me so quickly? How has he gotten so far under my skin that I wonder now how I ever managed without him near? This is crazy. But I’m not going to freak out. I’m relaxing. Yes. That’s good. I’m relaxed, I think.
“Your mind needs to relax too, babe. Stop thinking. You’re messing up my zen.”
“Your zen?”
“Yeah. My state of calm. Don’t be messin’ it up.”
And when I twist my head so that I’m looking right into those piercing eyes, I can see humor in them, and the ornery, youthful smile on his face makes me laugh.
“Far be it from me to mess with your zen.”
“Damn straight. Now lay here with me and close your eyes,” he mumbles, shifting to reach for the blanket on the chair. He settles back in, draping us both with the cover as we lay in front of the fire. Relaxing. Just like he said we should do.
Liam’s fingertips gently begin caressing my arm, and all the while, the muscles in my body begin to settle into a state of calm.
I think I’m finding my zen. Who the hell would have ever thought a man would create a calm within me?
After a short amount of time, my eyelids begin blinking much more slowly than normal, deciding to give up the fight and close for good.
Chapter Eleven
Liam
It’s difficult to describe the feeling of finally holding Sarah in my arms. Believe me when I say I wasn’t completely sure she’d let me in. I don’t think I’ve ever had to work this hard for a woman in my life. I’d never been what some may call a man-whore. Never slept around for the sake of sleeping around. Knew I wanted to find someone who complemented me, who would just get me and my music and my songwriting. And it’s her. It’s Sarah.
But damn if she isn’t going to be a tough sell. She’s convinced herself that all men are dicks and is having such a difficult time really giving me a chance. I mean, I totally get it. She was fucked over in the worst way by that asshole, Daniel, and her bitch of a sister. Jesus, who does that?
Slowly, I move out from under this beautiful woman. She stirs slightly, and then rolls over to her stomach. With the blanket now balled up on the floor beside her, all I see is her sweet, sweet ass. Damn, I can’t even look at her without getting hard.
Reaching down, I gently roll her over then slip my arms under her knees and her neck to carry her to bed. Tomorrow is a day off for her, but I need to head over to Sam’s for a while to finish some paperwork, so I need some sleep.
Her bed is soft and comfortable and she barely twitches when I curl in beside her. Her back is right up against my chest. And her ass? Well, let’s just say I need to think about all the paperwork I have to do, so I don’t act on the need to wake her up for round two. My dick and my brain need to be a little more coordinated in their efforts.
I wake to the feeling of Sarah trying to extricate herself from my embrace. I chuckle and hold tighter because I will not let her do this. I will not let her regret last night. In the light of day, she’s going to try to play this as no big deal. However, I know how big a deal it was to her last night. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She didn’t need to say a word.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“Okay, so, I just need to pee. Seriously. Can I do that or do I need permission?”
Note to self...Sarah’s not a morning person...at all.
With the back of my hand, I smack on her ass as she gets up, causing her to yelp as she hustles in to the bathroom. After a few minutes, she comes back out with a robe on. The same one she wore the night I returned her driver’s license to her. The one that shows her nipples when they’re hard, and that makes us both ve
ry, very happy. Both, as in me and little me...well, not so little.
“I’ve got to go to the bar today and get some paperwork finished. You want to ride along?”
“Oh, so you’re asking now?”
I’m out of bed so fast it makes her skittish. My hand grabs at her waist, pulling her to me. “Be careful with that sweet mouth, baby. It could be good for so many things. I’d hate to have to muzzle it,” I joke, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.
She finagles out of my hold and makes her way into the kitchen, giggling as she goes. Quickly I get dressed and the sight I see when I hit the kitchen is staggering. Sarah is bent over. All the way over. Oh, she’s got on her robe, sure, but I guaran-damn-tee ya she’s minus panties.
Wicked, wicked woman.
“Do you want–” She squeals as she turns around, jumping when she sees me there ogling her backside. “You mentioned those ninja skills before, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I didn’t hear you. And what is so good about my ass that you need to stare when I’m bent over?”
“Have you seen your ass?”
“Most women try to avoid looking at their asses, Liam, so include me in that group,” she snaps as she turns around to start breakfast.
For the record, I didn’t mean to grab her ass quite that hard. Or maybe I did. Either way, she jumps again when I lunge for her and latch on to that fine fanny. Once she’s in my arms, I take the opportunity to kiss her slowly, tenderly, all tingles and desire. Kissing Sarah is unlike kissing any other woman. She’s all sass and fire, but as soon as my lips make contact with hers, she melts. Her body nearly goes limp and she leans into me so carelessly that I can’t help but want more. Much more.
“So, what’s for breakfast, babe?”
No response.
“Babe?”
“Oh, um, pancakes?”
I laugh. “Well, you were the one starting breakfast, so I figured you knew what you were going to make. I’ve got to head out in about a half hour to get to Sam’s.”
“Then sit,” she commands, pointing to the stool with her wooden spoon, which causes me to raise my eyebrows.
“Sit?”
“I mean, please have a seat and the pancakes will be right up. That better?” she sasses.
“Much.”
Sarah goes about making pancakes and we sit to share breakfast together. For the first of many, many mornings, I hope. While we eat, she talks about her day off from school and that she and Raina are going to the gym. Since there is rain in the forecast for most of the day, they decide not to run along the Riverwalk but go to the small gym downtown to use the treadmills. And all the while she tells me this, I visualize her in exercise leggings and a sports bra. Remember that ass I mentioned earlier? That ass in leggings stirs up visions of nasty things I’d like to do to this woman.
Once we finish cleaning up, Sarah walks me to the door, grabbing my coat from where I threw it last night. My eyes land on the rug in front of the fireplace and memories come flooding back. I’ve waited a long time to get this far with Sarah, so now I have to keep the momentum going.
“Dinner tonight. I’ll be home around four, so come at five,” I request as I make my way down the walkway toward my car.
Sarah stands there, wrapping her robe tighter around her to ward off the chill in the air. “Okay.”
“See there. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Sarah rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. “Goodbye, Liam.”
“Goodbye, sweet girl.”
Chapter Twelve
Liam
The knock at the office door of the bar at this time of day is a surprise, and in walks Cole, looking a bit tired and worn down.
“What the hell is wrong with you, man? Some woman stay too long last night?”
“Shit. No woman last night, man. I asked Samantha if she wanted a ride home because I didn’t want her walking like she usually does. That worries me, you know. So, I took her home and we just talked most of the night.”
“You? Just talked to a woman?”
“Fuck you. Yeah, I did. She’s a nice girl. She’s nice and...quiet. A little on the pretty side too.”
“A little?” It’s hard not to laugh at how uncomfortable this is for him. I think he’s just a bit smitten with Little Miss Samantha.
“Well, yeah. She is. You know, she’s got this hair, and her eyes...”
“Jesus, Cole. Every woman has hair and eyes.”
“Shut it, Liam. You know what I mean. She’s got pretty hair and pretty eyes.”
“Any other words besides pretty you can think of?”
“You know what, this convo is over, bro. Anyway, I came to ask if you’d heard anything about the videos from Roman or his old man.” Cole takes a seat across from the desk, kicking out both legs and crossing at the ankle while his hands cradle the back of his head, obviously making himself at home while I’m trying to work.
“He just sent the videos last night, so his dad probably hasn’t even gotten around to looking at them yet. People like that are busy. He may never see them, so I’m not getting my hopes up. Anyway, he’s just one guy. A lot of people would have to like what we do before we’d get any kind of call.”
“I know. Hard not to get a little excited, though. Did you say anything to Sarah about it?”
“Nah, man. No sense in even bringing it up until we know something more definite. I’ve been thinking a lot about what could possibly happen with the bar, though. With the renovations we’ve done, we’re getting busier and busier. I don’t think hiring just one new bartender is gonna cut it. We almost need a manager. Someone to take the load off you and Zane and me. We’re just too damn busy.”
“You got that right. I’ll tell you though, Samantha’s got a good head on her shoulders. She could manage this place, sure as shit. She took some business classes before. Never got to graduate, but she knows her stuff. I get the feeling she could use the extra money too.”
“You seem to know a great deal about our new bartender.”
“Shut it. She’s nice,” he grumps.
“And pretty?” I have to laugh to myself because Cole isn’t a one-woman kinda guy. But I’m guessing if it’s the right woman, he might be down with that. Perhaps the right woman is named Samantha.
“Damn it, Liam!”
“Teasin’. Settle down. It does sound like we need to meet with Zane then.”
“Meet with me about what?” Zane approaches the doorway to the main office.
“About maybe promoting Samantha to manager and hiring another bartender. We’re too damn busy, man. We need some help. I talked with her last night for a long time. She’d do a great job. I’m sure of it.”
Zane takes a few seconds to calm his laughter. “You? Just talked to a woman?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you two? Yeah, we talked.” Cole runs both hands through his hair, getting a little more pissed at both of us.
“Zane, Cole said Samantha’s taken some business classes. She didn’t graduate college or anything, but he seems to think she’d be a good fit.”
The three of us grab some drinks and sit around the desk to discuss what responsibilities Samantha would have as a bar manager, and talk about putting out feelers for a new bartender. Once we’ve ironed all that out, I finish up with the paperwork and make my way to where Zane and Cole are stocking the bar for tonight’s crowd. Monday Night Football on our big screen and half-price drafts bring a good deal of business.
“So, you’re gonna talk with Samantha, right Cole?”
“Absolutely. I’ll keep you posted. And call her Sam. She likes Sam better,” he says with the most dumb-ass looking smile on his face.
My eyes find Zane’s and between the two of us, I can’t tell you who is more confused over this entire conversation about Samantha. I mean, Sam.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I’m headed home. Sarah’s coming for dinner,” I say, as I turn pointing in their direction. “And before either of you two nitwits say anything,
yes, we’re finally dating. At least I think so, anyway.”
“What the hell does I think so anyway mean?” Both those assholes are trying not to laugh.
“It means she’s finally softening up to the idea of having a relationship. I just have to work a little harder, that’s all.”
“Good luck with that, bro!” They apparently love having a laugh at my expense. But I can see the writing on the wall right now. Cole has it bad for our new bartender, soon-to-be bar manager, Sam. He never just talks to women. So, he better be ready to get as good as he’s giving.
Chapter Thirteen
Sarah
“Seriously though, Sarah. I really think you need to just relax and just go with it. Liam’s a good guy. You’ve been friends with him and hanging out, so you know he’s not seeing anyone or even looked at another girl at the bar, and God knows there’ve been plenty. Cole seems to attract a lot of barflies.”
Raina and I have been on the treadmills now for about twenty minutes and she’s been relentless the entire time. Problem is, I can’t escape.
“I know. I really do. But what happens when this whole thing goes south? Huh? I won’t even be able to go to Sam’s anymore because he’d be there.”
“Who said anything about it going south? Why do you have to doom everything to hell before it even starts? And by the way, how was the sex?”
“How do you know we had sex?” I ask, shooting her a look.
“Ha! I didn’t, but you just confirmed it,” she all but screams, pointing directly at me.
“Raina, sometimes you act like you’re fifteen. And just so you know, it was amazing.” It’s hard to keep the smile off my face and the pink from taking over my cheeks.
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