by Anna Edwards
He sucks in a deep breath. “Perfect.”
Next he reaches around to the waistband of my skirt and undoes it and lets it fall. I step out of the leather material and kick off the stilettos I’m wearing at the same time. All I have on now is a pair of white panties Zoey and I purchased on a shopping spree in Las Vegas.
“If at any point you want me to stop, just say so. I’m going to be gentle with you.” Liam reaches out and takes my hand, leading me over to the bed. He helps me to lie down on the crisp, white cotton sheets before lying beside me.
“You’re so beautiful,” Liam says as he looks over my body.
“I think it’s you who’s more like a work of art,” I tell him as I tentatively reach out and stroke my hand over his sculptured chest. “Show me everything.”
Liam shifts on the bed so he’s on top of me. I know he’s supporting most of his weight on his arms because he feels light, but he covers me with warmth. He bends his head down to mine, and our lips join in a passionate kiss. I can smell his freshly clean scent from the shower. His hands lower over my body, and he wraps them around one of my breasts, I have a sudden glimpse of a memory from the night we got married, a drunken flashback. I remember him being gentle with me that night as well. His touch is familiar. I wish I could remember him taking me. Maybe I will when it’s time for us to do that particular act again, but tonight I’m going to enjoy learning the lessons only he can teach me.
Liam follows the path of his hands with his lips. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and flicks at the sensitive tip with his tongue. I writhe on the bed with pleasure at his expert touch. He continues to trail a path lower and lower down my body with his mouth until his lips hover over the soft cotton material covering my sex.
I suddenly feel self-conscious. There have been a couple of television shows I’ve seen since my escape that talk about women being shaved or waxed down there. I’m completely natural. I don’t know any other way. I cross my legs together quickly. I want to open my legs for him, to let him into my most inner parts, but what if I don’t look the way he expects.
Am I being stupid?
“What’s wrong?” Liam questions, genuine concern on his face.
“I’m not like the girls on the television shows, down there. I have hair,” I reply quickly.
Liam lets out a primitive growl. “Fuck, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that. I didn’t expect you to be shaved, and I vaguely remember from the brief glimpse of you I got the morning after we got married that you weren’t. I’ve been dreaming about you being natural for days.”
Liam places his hands on my knees and gently pushes my legs apart, and I allow him.
“So fucking sexy,” he exclaims as he grasps my panties and rips them straight from my body.
My heart beats so fast in my chest I’m certain it’s going to give me a heart attack. I want whatever Liam is about to show me. Even though he’s looking directly between my legs, I no longer feel embarrassed. I know he’s enjoying what he sees.
Liam dips his head lower and licks the length of my sex. His tongue teases my entrance before he looks up at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
“Shut your eyes so you can just feel what’s happening.”
I do as I’m told, and I shudder when Liam licks the length of my core again. He wraps his tongue around my clitoris and flicks it. My entire body feels as though it’s on fire. I couldn’t escape what he’s doing to me even if I wanted to. It feels too good.
“I’m going to put a finger inside you,” he informs me, and I stiffen a little, worried whether the intrusion will be painful.
Liam must sense this because his tongue flicks at my clitoris a couple more times, and I relax. He pushes his finger inside me, and I gasp. It makes me feel full. I can’t imagine what his cock will be like even though I know I‘ve already experienced inside me.
I feel him twist his finger so it reaches a place within me that brings me even more pleasure. I’m panting now, whimpering his name and asking for more.
“Please,” I beg.
I don’t exactly know how I’m supposed to be feeling, but what he’s doing to me is stripping away every sensibility I have. The pressure inside me is building. It’s all too much until suddenly it isn’t, and there’s a just an explosion of desire cascading through my body in pulsating waves of pure bliss. I can barely breathe. I’m floating while every nerve ending in my body tingles with sensation.
When I eventually still, Liam removes his finger from inside me and slides his way back up my body. He kisses my lips with a big smile on his face.
“What just happened to me?” I ask.
“You had an orgasm.”
“Orgasm?” I’m not sure what the term means.
“It’s the most essential part of all sexual acts because it gives absolute pleasure to both men and women.”
“I could get used to it.”
“I could get used to giving it to you.”
I bite my lip, a sudden thought entering my mind. “Can I make you feel that way with my mouth, or do you only feel it when you’re inside me? I remember that woman putting Cameron’s dick in her mouth.”
“Yes, you can bring me to pleasure with your mouth, but first, we’re going to get dressed and have something to eat because I’m starving. Later I’ll show you the art of a blow job.”
I smile, all my thoughts now focused on seeing Liam happy and giving him the same feeling of joy I’ve just experienced. I think I might like this type of sex a lot better than the one I grew up learning about.
Chapter 13
Liam
#SoWhenIWasInVegasIGotMarried
“Can I suck your dick again later?” Yivi’s words nearly have me dropping my pants and telling her to go for it.
The first blow job she gave me was the best one I’ve ever had, and because of my profession, I’ve had a lot. Yivi’s touches were tentative but searching at the same time. She took me deeply, and once we work on her gag reflex, I know she’ll be able to take even more of my length. What made it all the more special, though, was she swallowed my cum and didn’t gag like some women. She truly enjoyed the act, and I can’t wait for her to do it again. In fact, I’d much rather be having my dick sucked by Yivi than going on the lunch date I’ve arranged with my parents, but it’s something we can’t get out of.
I need to tell my parents I’m married and introduce them to Yivi. I predict a telling off, probably in Spanish, from my fiery-blooded mother. It’s the reason I also invited my brother Gabriel, or Gabe as I call him. He’s always had a way of calming her down, especially when the Spanish cursing starts.
“You can suck my dick any time you want. Believe me, I’ll never stop you, but right now, I need to take you to meet my parents.”
Yivi’s face falls. “They’re going to be upset, aren’t they?”
“Possibly. I should warn you. My mother’s a little volatile at times. She’ll speak first and think later. It’s because she cares, though. I promise you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to show her I mean no harm to you.” Yivi stands on her tiptoes and kisses me on the lips.
“Damn it, now I want you to suck me off again even more.”
We both laugh as we make our way down to the restaurant at the hotel we’re staying in. It’s an upper-class establishment, and a few people look at me strangely as I enter. You’re supposed to wear a shirt with a collar and dress pants. I have swapped my ripped jeans for a pair of plain black chinos, but I draw the line at a shirt with a collar. I hate wearing them even for award ceremonies. I feel like I’m being strangled. I’ve got a nice t-shirt on—they’ll just have to deal with it. We’ll be spending enough money in here to satisfy them. That was definitely one of the first things we learned as a band. Money talks and can get us anywhere. It’s the sad state of the world.
We’re taken to our table where my parents and Gabe are already sitting with a glass of wine each.
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nbsp; “Liam” My mother is instantly on her feet when she sees me. “It feels like forever since we last saw you. How are you?” She throws her arms around me and brings me into a warm embrace even though I tower over her.
“I’m good. It’s only been a few months.” More like six months with the tour, but I’m not counting. I still phone her at seven pm every Sunday evening like a good little boy. I’m a total nerd for my mother, not what you’d expect from a rock star.
“It feels so much longer. You need to get your hair cut. It’s in your eyes. I don’t like it.” My mother frowns at me and reaches up to swish a strand of hair out of my eyes.
“It’s the fashion.”
“You know your mother will never understand things like that,” my father joins in the conversation. ‘I had a big perm in the eighties, and she hated it.”
I cringe at the recollection of the photos of my father looking like a member of Bon Jovi. My mother lets me go, and my father and I embrace this time.
“Hi, Bro.” Gabe nods my way. “And your guest is?” He indicates toward Yivi, who’s taken a step back to give me room to greet my family.
I turn to her and motion for her to come forward. I take her hand, and without any subtlety, I open my mouth and inform my parents of our marital status.
“This is Yivi Ward, actually no, she’s Romero now. We got married in Las Vegas.”
“Shit!” my brother exclaims, half under his breath.
My mother’s eyes go wide, and she stumbles backward into her seat as her legs give way. My father looks between Yivi and me like I’ve gone insane. Well, duh, informing my parents that way was a little bit crazy. It wasn’t the gentle lead in I was intending. I blame the fact most of my blood is still in my dick from Yivi’s blow job.
I feel Yivi at my side. She’s gone cold as ice with nerves, and my instant thought is to protect her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out that way.”
“You’re m-married?” my father stutters.
“Yes.”
“How long have you been dating? Why haven’t we been introduced before?” my mother asks.
I can hear the distress in my mother’s voice and tears form in her eyes. She’s always dreamed of massive weddings for both her sons, and I’ve taken that away from her with my drunken union.
“Let’s all sit down.” I help Yivi to her seat, and the waiter instantly appears and pours us a glass of wine each from the bottle on the table. My father hands my mother her glass, and she drinks a large mouthful, her eyes still full of tears.
We all remain silent until the waiter disappears, having assured us he’ll be back shortly to take our order.
“Married?” my mother repeats, and her voice breaks.
Yivi squeezes my hand under the table.
“I could lie to you and tell you we’ve been secretly dating for years, but I’m not going to. Yivi and I met the night we married. We both got drunk and made what could have been a terrible mistake. Neither of us think it is, though. We’ve gotten to know each other since, and we’re exploring a relationship together,” I inform everyone at the table.
My brother shakes his head like he can’t believe what I’m saying.
“You got drunk and married in Las Vegas?” he questions. He can’t believe what I’m saying.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“Have the record company and lawyers had the marriage annulled?” My father finally speaks up.
“No,” I reply, staring across the table at him.
“Have they at least done some research to discover who this woman is?”
I can sense the anger in my father, and he has every right to be annoyed with me and the way I informed him, but I won’t let him be disrespectful to Yivi.
“Yivi isn’t just any woman. I know everything I need to know about her. I don’t want to get the marriage annulled.”
My mum lets out a loud wail, and a few people in the restaurant turn to look at us.
“You’re a complete idiot. She’ll be in this for the money. You’re world famous. Everyone knows who you are,” my father continues.
“Yivi didn’t know me,” I answer adamantly.
“How can you be sure of that?” My father still comes at me with his questions.
“I just can.” I don’t want to talk to them about her story. It’s not my place to tell. Yivi takes the decision out of my hands, though, when she leans forward in her seat.
“I can assure you I didn’t know who he was when I married him. Money means nothing to me. I don’t understand its value. I like Liam because of the things he’s been teaching me.” She takes a deep breath, and I know what she’s about to tell them. “I grew up in a cult. There are so many things about this world I don’t understand or know, but I can assure you I’m not going to hurt your son. I have very strong feelings for him. He’s helping me learn about the world and what it’s like to be a couple in a relationship. I know this has come as a shock to you. His method of telling you surprised me as well. But I’m beginning to see that’s who Liam is. His mouth often walks away with him when he’s nervous. When he’s fully in control of his emotions, though, he’s a genius. All I want to ask is that you give us a chance because we want to give it to ourselves. I know you don’t know me, but if, or when, we decide to part, I’ll leave the marriage with what I brought into it…nothing. Actually no, that’s not strictly true.” Yivi looks at me and smiles. “I’ll leave with the knowledge of everything Liam’s taught me. That’s a far greater wealth than any amount of money.”
“You speak well. Passionately. But I want to protect my son.” My father turns to me. “Have belated documents been signed to protect you?”
Yivi answers before I can tell them, no way in hell.
“Liam doesn’t know this, but Zoey gave me documents when we arrived in Seattle. She didn’t want to, but I asked her to get them prepared. I’ve signed a legal document that states, in the event of a divorce, I will not take any of Liam’s money. I don’t know how these things hold up in court, but I intend to stick to what I’ve agreed.”
I’m stunned at what Yivi has just told my parents. I didn’t know anything about it, and we’ll be discussing it further when the meal is over, and I’ll be including Zoey! However, her words seems to soften my father’s face, so I’m not going to argue here and now about it.
The waiter appears, and we all reluctantly order something from the menu, not that anyone really relishes the meal they choose. Instead, we eat in silence interspersed with strained conversation as we all contemplate what the future holds.
Chapter 14
Yivi
#ImNotThatSortOfGirl
“I wish I could play like him,” Liam’s brother, Gabe, says.
He’s standing next to me as we watch Saving Tate perform their final concert in Seattle. Liam’s parents are proud of their son, but they aren’t at the concert as it’s not their kind of thing. I’m still unsure of the family’s feelings toward me.
“What do you as a job?” I question.
“Nothing interesting. I’m a contractor,” Gabe replies, and I bite my lip, not knowing what he means.
At the risk of sounding stupid in front of my new brother-in-law, I dare to ask. “What is a contractor?”
“Wow, Liam wasn’t wrong when he said you had a lot to learn. I’m sorry you were brought up that way. It must be hard.” Gabe gives me his pity. “A contractor is like a builder. I work on constructing houses, mainly under government contracts. It’s nowhere near as glamorous as my brother’s job, but I enjoy it and get a big sense of achievement when I see the completed buildings. Liam actually got me to work on his place—have you seen it?”
I shake my head. “We’ve been staying on the bus or in hotels while in Seattle. So I’ve not seen where he lives yet. Hopefully, when the tour finishes, I will.”
“Hmm.” Gabe trails off and goes back to watching the band as they play the songs I’ve come to love and know pretty much all the
words to.
The band’s music is inspiring, and the lyrics give advice and hope to anyone who listens to them. I can see why they are so famous and well respected.
“Bloody arrogant assholes,” I hear Zoey grumble from behind me.
“Is everything okay?” I question, stepping back from direct view of the stage, ready to help her if needed.
“Just a couple of radio executives. They’re complaining that they aren’t getting exclusive access to Saving Tate after the concert. The band isn’t giving exclusive access to anyone tonight. That was yesterday, and I made sure it was well known. They’re threatening to boycott the band’s songs if they don’t get what they want.”
“Tell them to go fuck themselves,” Gabe interrupts.
“I wish I could. The band has invited some of the kids in tonight from the Foundation we run. They’ve all had serious issues at home. The band was going to put a lot of time in with them, but I’m going to have to cut that short so the band can give exclusive time to the stuck up assholes. Tate is going to be livid. I need to find a room to put them in because they’ll have to wait for the band to see the kids first. I’m not giving them priority.” I can see Zoey is really pissed at the executives and with good reason.
“Wait.” I take her hand. “Don’t make them wait. Get the band to go to them first. I know how sweaty and disgusting they all are when they first come off stage. Give the executives the real rock stars. Let them see the band’s reaction to being prevented from greeting their true guests first. Get the ‘arrogant assholes’ over and done with. I’ll take the kids on stage, and they can have a look at the band’s instruments while they wait. I loved it when Liam showed me everything the other day, and I remember what he told me. I can show the children. I’m sure they’ll love it.”
“You know what, that’s a fabulous idea. The guy’s moods will have mellowed after they’ve spent time with the kids, but giving the executives four sweaty, grumpy men could be fun. Thank you, Yivi. I’ll go set it up. As soon as the concert is finished, I’ll ask the adults accompanying the children to bring them straight onto the stage.”
