by S. Layne
“Not stopping you.” I sigh and arch into him when his thumbs begin to rub against the insides of my hips. His fingers curl around and he pulls me toward him until his mouth hits my slick center.
“So ready.” His eyes take me in greedily and I watch as lust pools in them. His gaze on mine is heady and needy.
I swallow tightly as his tongue darts out. He licks the entire length of my swollen, wet folds, and I cry out at the delicious feel of him against my most sensitive parts.
“Liam,” I whisper, and my hands cling to him as he begins his pleasurable assault on my body.
My body succumbs to his touch and the feel of his fingers digging into my skin.
His tongue laps my labia before he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking like he’s starving.
My hips rock against his face and the fingers from one of his hands leave my hip to join in. I cry his name aloud, not hiding the erotic pleasure he’s giving me when his fingers press into me.
Rocking violently into him, I thrash my head back and forth as the beginning tremors of my climax creep into my hips and thighs and lower stomach.
Everything tightens as his thumb presses against my clit and his tongue pushes inside my pussy, licking and fucking me. I can hear the slickness of me and him mixing together, and it’s moments before my thighs tighten and my entire body arches into him.
He pushes me over the edge and I feel as if I’ve been pushed off a ledge, twisting and tumbling forever as he continues wringing every last drop of my orgasm from me before he finally begins to slow.
My entire body tingles from the experience, and stars flash behind my eyes.
With a long, breathy and shaky exhale, I laugh softly. “God, you’re good at that.”
One of my arms drapes over my eyes and my thighs quiver as his lips brush against the overly sensitive skin.
His body moves up and his strong, warm chest covers mine, brushing my hand away.
His lips fall to mine and I taste myself on him as our lips and tongues mingle together in a slow dance that has my core clenching and pulsing all over again.
My hands grip his shoulders when he begins to shift off me.
I want to hold him here, over me, feeling his muscles and his skin.
Tonight has been unexpected, but not necessarily unwanted.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he says and shifts off the couch.
I’m unable to respond, or ask him to stay, when he reaches under me and I’m cradled in his arms.
His eyes haven’t left mine and they’re still needy for me. I can feel it between us as I get ready for bed, Liam watching from the doorway, until I dig in my linen closet and hand him a toothbrush.
He reaches for it, but I pull it back, teasing. “Stay with me,” I finally manage, my voice uncertain.
One edge of his lips twists up at the sides. “I was planning on it.”
My body warms with feminine satisfaction at his quick response, and I hand him the toothbrush.
I’m straightening the sheets when he comes out, making sure all traces of James are gone, when Liam walks up behind me.
With a sudden jolt he lifts me, tosses me into the bed, and pulls the sheets over us.
“I like this,” I tell him when I roll to face him on my side.
His gaze dips in confusion.
“This playful side of you—I like it.”
A chuckle escapes his parted lips. I lean in and press my lips to his to swallow the gentle sound.
“Just for you, Laurie,” he says, cupping the back of my neck. “Just for you.”
I settle in next to him, his arms wrapped around me and my cheek on his chest. We’re entwined from head to toes, our bodies wrapped around each other. It’s oddly intimate, him being in my home. We haven’t slept in the same bed together since Chicago.
“Tell me something about you,” I request. I’ve opened up to him, and he knows almost everything about me now, yet he’s still so silent about his own past.
His hand runs through my hair and I feel his chest heave with a sigh under my cheek.
“It’s nothing bad, I just don’t like to talk about it.”
I give him a few moments of silence before I close my eyes, giving up that he’ll tell me anything. Distaste begins growing in my mouth, but just when I think he’s never going to give me anything but occasional kindness and mind-blowing orgasms, he speaks.
“My parents divorced when I was twelve. My dad wasn’t a bad man, but he wasn’t good either.” My shoulders tense and his hands comb through my hair, calming me. “Not abusive…just distant. Always too busy with work to be with his family. I spent most of the time wondering if he ever wanted a wife or kid in the first place, so when my mom left him to return to Boston where she was raised, I went with her. I haven’t spoken to my dad since—not even when my mom died when I was twenty.”
“Oh.” I gasp in surprise. My heart instantly clenches in pain for him. My parents are concerned about social graces and other people’s perceptions, but they’ve always loved me in their own way. Our home wasn’t the warmest, but it wasn’t cold either.
And I still have both of mine.
Liam’s head turns and he presses his lips to my forehead. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Laurie. There’s no need.”
I shift under his tightened embrace and feel his hard length brush against my thigh. My hand begins to drift lower to feel him, but Liam stops me.
“Don’t.”
My eyes lift to his and I pull back so I can see him. “But I’d like to return the favor.”
He laughs softly, and I begin to love the deep, rough sound that falls from his lips. “Tonight was about you. I told you that.”
“But I could,” I say, trying to wrench my hand out of his grasp. I want to taste him, too. I don’t often get the pleasure of giving when he’s so focused on me.
He pulls my hand to his chest and holds it tightly. “Go to sleep.”
His voice is firm and even though his erection presses against me again, I let it go.
He wants to make tonight all about me, I’m all for it.
He’s given me more than I needed, with his kindness and compassion and even his brief background, and as my eyes begin to close and sleep begins to pull me under, I feel like once again my world has shifted and my future is uncertain.
My eyes open and I instantly know I’m in Liam’s condo, where I’ve woken up almost every morning for the last week and a half. We haven’t spent a night apart since he took me home last Tuesday and took care of me.
Something shifted that night he helped me, after I met with James. We don’t discuss it, we just…gravitate toward one another after work and end up at my house or his—normally his, but that’s my preference.
I have yet to put away photos of James, and the guilt that I’ve avoided him and the texts about his next counseling appointment niggles in my mind every time I see a photo of him smiling down on me.
Like I want to move on, but I’m not ready to say goodbye. The finality of my marriage looming on the horizon has made me edgy and tense, and I still have my doubts, yet I don’t bring them up to anyone.
There’s no going back, not now.
A warm hand slides around my waist and dips further down. “I can practically hear you thinking,” Liam whispers into my shoulder. His voice is husky and thick from sleep, and as he rocks into me, I figure from desire, too.
Not only does he rock at sex during the day and at night, but morning seems to be his favorite time.
He wakes up always needing me.
I’m always willing to comply.
I push his hand further down and allow him to slide his finger in between my already slick flesh.
“I’ll try to stop,” I groan as he begins teasing me.
His other hand cups my breast and he teases my nipple with one hand and my clit with the other. My hips rock back into him, and another contented sound leaves my throat.
I take in the musky scent that is wholly
Liam this early in the morning, the smell of my sex as his fingers press against me, never into me, teasing me, and the sounds of our labored breathing.
I crave all of it.
“Liam.” I sigh and roll to my stomach. I know how he likes it in the morning.
Fast and hard and rough and generally from behind.
His hand leaves my sex and falls to my hip and then my butt when I move.
“God, you’re sexy,” he says, once I have my knees propped under me and my elbows on the mattress. I turn to him and smile, my face half-covered by my sexed hair from the night before.
I’m still sore and I don’t care.
Liam pushes the cover off his naked body and I take the time to drink him in. He’s defined, with ridges and dips in his abs and chest and arms. I love it when he gives me the time to drag my tongue around the valleys in his chest and across the corded muscles along his arms.
He’s stunningly perfect.
I gulp when he takes his shaft in his hand and begins to jerk.
My lips part, watching him. “That’s so hot.”
He smirks. “You want this?”
I nod as best as I can but already my head is cloudy.
“Tell me, Laurie.”
“Yes. I want it.” My eyes meet his. “I want you.”
His hand falls from his thick erection and he moves to grab a condom from his nightstand.
Before shifting behind me, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I eagerly suck his tongue into my mouth and groan, needing to show him how ready I am, how much I want him.
My heated, sensitive flesh is already clenching, needing something inside me to satiate the need he enflames with a look and a touch.
“Liam.” I sigh as he pulls away.
His hand trails down my back and then he rips the condom open and sheaths himself. It’s so hot, watching him run his hand along his dick, that I lick my lips like I can taste it.
His chuckle tells me he knows.
His amazing self-control and slow, precise movements tell me I’ll get it when he’s ready.
He moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips to line me up the way he likes, and I tilt my ass further into the air.
“Always so beautiful and ready,” he murmurs and his fingers slide across my dampened, swollen flesh.
I make a sound of approval before his hand is gone and I feel the tip of him pressing against me.
He doesn’t give me time to prepare before he slides in, thrusting forward until I feel him at the end of me.
My head lifts back, letting loose a growl of pleasure as he begins rocking into me quickly.
“So hot,” he groans and pulls back out.
I feel myself clamp around him, not wanting him to leave when he thrusts back in.
This is what we do—it’s fast and it’s furious every morning, and my fingers fist the sheets, trying to steady myself and give me purchase, something to cling to.
But it’s no use. Liam may call me ‘wild one,’ but he’s the one who drives me insane.
He shifts his weight, pressing his foot next to my knee, and he moves even deeper. The slight sting of pain when he seats himself balls-deep is minimal compared to the ecstasy that begins coursing its way through my body.
I cry out his name. “More,” I demand. Because I haven’t yet completely forgotten my guilt and I need him to erase it. To give me a day where I can start thinking about moving forward instead of hanging onto my past.
“More?” he asks, and his voice is tight. I can’t see him, but I know his jaw is tightened and his eyes are narrowed. His cheeks are flushed. It’s the same way he always looks when he’s inside of me.
“Yes!” I cry out again.
His hand leaves my hip and I feel his thumb at my back hole. He’s teased me before, pushing and pressing but never entering, always stopping when he senses my hesitation.
Today feels different.
His other hand grips my hip with a force I know will leave bruises, and his voice is taunting when he asks, “How much more?”
His thumb moves and pleasure shoots to my core. “All of it,” I tell him honestly.
My breath is irregular and my thighs are shaking. My abs hurt from trying not to collapse and I know I’m close.
Based on Liam’s hurried and frenzied movements as he pounds into me, so is he.
“Let me know when you’re close.”
“I am,” I promise. God, it’s so true. Just the threat…the teasing and the unknown has me spiraling out of control. “Close. I swear.”
His thumb leaves my puckered nerves for a moment before it’s back and wet and slick. I don’t know how, I don’t care.
But when he presses into me that first time…that first foreign feeling against an area I’ve never considered sensual…my entire body begins to shake and tighten.
My orgasm coils like a snake ready to strike.
“Relax,” he whispers and his hand on my hip begins soothing me, calming me, even as I feel completely out of control.
I do, and then his thumb enters my anal area, stretching muscles in a slightly painful, but more erotic way than I could have imagined.
It shatters my control and the snake strikes, uncoiling and hitting me faster and harder than anything I could have predicted.
My hands fist the sheets, my back arches, and I push back into Liam as I shout his name, chanting it over and over again until he finally pounds into me one more time. His thumb moves at a rocking motion with his dick and I feel him expel his seed into me while my pussy clamps around him, holding him tight until we’re both completely sated and exhausted.
Our frantic breaths fill the air and I mewl in dissatisfaction when he pulls out of me.
“Good morning.” He leans down and kisses my cheek. “I think I forgot that earlier.”
“Humph.” I can’t open my eyes. He’s fucked the ability to speak from my mouth. I’m not even sure I can move.
Liam’s hand runs up my back to my shoulders and then he shifts my dark hair until he can see me.
His hand grips my chin until I open my eyes. Barely. They’re half-lidded and I sigh when I stare into his softened and slaked blue eyes.
“How do you feel?”
“Barely coherent.”
He smiles. “I think that’s a compliment.”
A sound of confirmation leaves my throat and Liam kisses me again. This time it’s tender and slow and he hums in satisfaction when he pulls away.
With a quick smack to my behind that feels tender, he climbs off the bed.
“Rest while I shower, and then we can get to work.”
I close my eyes and sigh.
And just like that…our morning is over. Liam is back to his professional mask that he’s able to wear much more easily at work than I am.
But I’m loath to think about that doubt now—that he can so easily turn off his attraction to me.
I have larger things looming in my mind.
Like my parents’ charity ball in a few nights…and I have yet to tell them about James not attending with me.
Liam is waiting for me in the kitchen once I’ve showered and dressed for work. With a simple brush of his lips against mine, he stands back and presses a coffee mug into my hand.
“For you.”
“Thanks,” I say and take my first sip. “Should we get going?”
I nod toward the door and watch Liam press his lips together. We always drive to and from work separately so no one sees us together. ParaMed has never had an official stance on coworkers dating in the workplace, but since Liam is new, and the CEO, he’s always felt it best to be circumspect.
I don’t disagree, either, but his odd look makes me pause.
“What is it?”
He shakes his head and reaches for his keys. “Nothing. I just have a meeting this morning and won’t be in until after lunch.”
I frown. “There’s nothing on your calendar.”
“It’s personal.” His voice is
clipped and my head snaps back.
“Okay.” I drag the word out, shifting on my feet. If he doesn’t want to tell me, I’m not going to press him. “I’ll see you later then.”
I turn and head toward his door, but then I remember the charity ball. Or maybe it’s just that I finally feel like telling him, it’s not that I’ve forgotten.
“Oh, Liam?” I ask, and he pokes his head through the doorway in his kitchen. “I won’t be able to see you this weekend.”
A line appears between his eyes and he walks toward me. “Why?”
The line ‘it’s personal’ is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want to be a snot. “I have something to do for my parents Saturday night. It’s a charity thing and I have to get ready for it.”
His lips tilt in amusement. “It takes you twenty-four hours to get ready for one night?”
“Shut up.” I tease. “I have my hair and nail appointments. I just wanted you to know…not that we had plans.” I stumble with my words, still thrown off with his stiff demeanor. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and there’s a sudden distance.
He shrugs. “Not a problem. Have a fun.”
I frown and then nod. I didn’t expect gushes of endearment that he’s going to miss me, but I did expect something more than nonchalance or apathy.
“All right then, see you later.”
I make swift work of exiting his condo, not entirely knowing why I feel so uncertain as to what just happened.
He doesn’t owe me anything, and it’s not like we’ve defined what we are. It just happens and I let it. Even that’s not true. I don’t just let things happen…I want it to.
When the elevator dings and I enter, I shake the odd morning out of my mind.
The Cell is three months from rolling out to the public market, and work is insanely busy with preparation and final meetings. Even Liam’s change in the design has only managed to cause a slight hiccup in the delivery time, but the tech department has been working overtime getting everything created the way he wants it.
It’s going to be incredible, and by the time I get to work, my mind is working a hundred miles an hour to remember everything that needs to be done. The unsettling goodbye with Liam is replaced with a to-do list that will never be completed.
