Vivian's List (Vol. 1)

by Lovell, Haleigh

  “I know,” she said, turning her face into my palm. “It’s not you. I’m just a little preoccupied at the moment.”

  Worry creased my brows. “About what?”

  She hedged and seemed on the verge of saying more, but didn’t. “Nothing.” She smiled a little, catching her plump lower lip between her teeth. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

  Sunlight filtered through the large bay windows, bathing her in a luminous glow, and for a long moment all I could do was stare at her.

  “Liam?” she said softly, gazing into my eyes.

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you.” She pressed her lips together as if to stop them from trembling. “Thank you for having my back.”

  I held her gaze steadily. “Always.”

  After too long a silence, guilt resurfaced and my conscience caught up with me. “Viv, about your list, I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you … of your circumstances. And I don’t want you thinking you made a mistake later on. If you want, we can just forget about the whole damn thing.”

  “No.” Her hand came up to touch my face, her fingers tracing the shape of my jawline. “I don’t want to forget about the list.”

  “All right then.” I inhaled her sweet, familiar scent, my groin pulsing against my jeans with aching need. “Do you want us to go slower?”

  “No,” she said again. There was no doubt in her eyes. No regrets. “Actually…” She sucked in a shaky breath. “I was hoping we’d go a little faster.”

  I swallowed hard. “How fast are you talking?”

  She looked me directly in the eye. “Like right now.”

  I was practically brought to my knees by a rush of desire.

  Tentatively, her hand came to rest on my chest. With slow, unhurried strokes, her fingers began exploring as her full lips brushed against mine.

  I gave her free rein, gritting my teeth as she smoothed her palm down the front of my jeans, raking her sharp fingernails over my erection, moving slowly, gently, even a little uncertainly.

  Blood rushed to my groin at the deliciousness of her shy exploration.

  My cock strained against my jeans, my muscles coiling with need to touch her.

  Without breaking the kiss, I cupped her rounded ass and lifted her onto the island counter.

  Skimming my hands down her sides, I explored the delicate ridges of her rib cage until I found the hem of her shirt.

  Vivian wrapped her long legs around me and raised her arms slightly above her head.

  Without hesitation, I peeled off her shirt and her ample breasts spilled free.

  God. She wasn’t even wearing a bra.

  With a flick of my hand, I cast the shirt aside and Viv sank back against the granite countertop, levering herself up on her elbows and lifting her pelvis so I could remove her denim shorts.

  As I started to tug at her shorts, I felt her heavy gaze upon me and glanced up.

  My heart lodged in my throat. Not in any of my dreams did I imagine I would see her look at me that way. With such sweet innocence and such naked longing.

  It softened my heart yet hardened my body to the point of burning need. Knowing she wanted me as badly as I wanted her was a major turn-on.

  Without wasting any more time, I got rid of the rest of her clothes in quick succession and Vivian leaned back, gloriously naked against the black granite countertop.

  I appraised her with my eyes, drinking up the wanton sight of her.

  She had shaved her pussy and I could almost see her plump clit peeking out from her pink folds.

  My eyes darkened with heat, and desire tore through every nerve ending in my body.

  Under my scrutiny, her movements grew clumsy. As she shifted her weight, her left arm jerked slightly, knocking over the canister of whipped cream.

  Without planning or thought, I reached for the whipped cream, shook the canister hard and squeezed the nozzle, coating the entire surface of her tits with cream.

  Bracing my hands on either side of her, I leaned forward and licked the cream from her breasts, circling my tongue over the widest circumference, slowly spiraling inward toward her dusky areolas, savoring the velvety sweetness of the cream as it swirled inside my mouth.

  Her head rolled back and she let out a breathy moan, knotting her fingers in my hair, holding me firmly against her chest as I feasted on her breasts, sucking and tonguing her sweet flesh.

  At last I closed my lips around her areola and took one engorged nipple in my mouth, suckling the cool cream from the rapidly hardening peak.

  She released a deep, full-body sigh as I drew on the tip with more suction, hollowing my cheeks as I suckled harder and harder.

  So hard that I heard a popping sound when her nipple slipped free.

  A low whimper eased from her throat as I tore my lips away from her creamy breasts.

  I reached for the canister and shook it again. Aiming the nozzle down, I pressed it to release a ribbon of cold whipped cream over her shaved pussy.

  Vivian remained spread across the granite island top, breasts heaving, watching my every movement.

  My desirous gaze roamed over her body. “Viv—” My voice died in my throat when she moved a single fingertip downward and scooped up a dollop of cream.

  Mesmerized, I watched her enticing mouth as she sucked the cream from her index finger, working her tongue up and down and around it, savoring every last morsel.

  “Viv,” I rasped, swallowing a groan. “You’re killin’ me.”

  A coy little smile pulled at her lips as she brought her legs up so her ankles were resting on the edge of the granite countertop.

  Our gazes tangled. Without breaking eye contact, I brought my mouth to her creamy pussy and ran my tongue along the full length of her labia, cleaning up the sweet, creamy mess. And all the while I watched her, piercing her with my heated stare.

  Her warmth and scent surrounded me and my cock throbbed painfully in my jeans.

  A growl rumbled deep in my chest. I couldn’t bring myself to stop tasting her.

  I wanted to eat her out until she screamed.

  With focused attention, I reached for the canister and pressed the nozzle, hearing her gasp as a gush of cold cream filled her pussy.

  Leaning forward, I lapped up the cold cream from her fevered skin, moving at a leisurely pace, taking immense pleasure in the way her rapt gaze was fixed on my mouth as I ate out of her pussy.

  Sighing, she brought one hand down to my head, sifting through my hair as I lapped at her labia languidly. Lazily. Relentlessly.

  Taking my own sweet time.

  Taking all the time in the world.

  She didn’t seem to mind.

  “Ah. Ahhh.” Her words came out in husky whispers. When my tongue found that ultrasensitive nub of her sex, those whispers turned to lusty whimpers with every delicious stroke.

  She clung to me, tilting her hips, demanding a firmer touch.

  Instead I gave her just the opposite. I slowed my strokes, pressing my lips to her inner folds, teasing her with soft nibbles on her clit.

  “Liam,” she choked on a sob. “Please.”

  Closing my mouth around her engorged nub, I sucked her hungrily between my lips. Gently at first, then harder and harder, making wet sounds of suction as my lips worked on her moist clit.

  All the while she moaned with the need that was rising up inside her, grinding her sex against my mouth, chasing the pleasure as it built.

  Just as I sensed she was about to reach a climax, I teased her again with a broad sweep of my tongue across the full length of her labia.

  I continued this lovely torture, bringing her to the brink of climax and then easing her back down until she was panting, squirming, and calling my name over and over in dazed repetition.

  “Liam.” She struggled up on her elbows. “I need you inside me.”

  Bracing one hand on the counter, I stripped out of my jeans and boxer briefs, my barely contained desire making my movements jerky
.

  “Wait,” I rasped, my breathing uneven as I tried to regain some semblance of control. “I need to get a condom.”

  With sudden supersonic speed, I darted into my bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.

  I emerged seconds later, foil packet in my hand, and found Vivian leaning against the kitchen counter, the canister of whipped cream in her hand.

  “My turn now,” she said softly as I walked toward her with slow deliberation. “Is that okay?”

  The slight hesitancy in her voice incited my already aroused hunger.

  I swallowed. My mouth tasted like cotton.

  Unable to speak, my other head answered for me. My cock thrust up between us, a thick rod of hard flesh.

  As she watched me, her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. After a moment’s hesitation, she shook the canister and squeezed the nozzle, squirting a ribbon of cream all the way down my erection, saving a big dollop for the tip of my shaft.

  Wordlessly, she removed her ponytail, shaking out her long blond hair behind her as she sank to her knees on the kitchen floor, positioning herself between my legs.

  And then she lowered her head.

  My breath hitched as her tongue darted out to lick a dollop of cream from the tip of my shaft.

  I groaned as she twirled her tongue around my cock like she was devouring an ice cream cone.

  All the while she held on to the base of my shaft, using her hands to stroke my rigid length up and down, clockwise and then counterclockwise in fluid motions as she made love to me with her mouth.

  Holy fuck. A sharp bolt of sensation shot through my limbs and my cock leaped against her tongue.

  Her generous mouth parted even wider, then ever so slowly, she took my erection between those plump, red lips.

  With one hand, I brushed her hair aside, watching the erotic sight … my cock jutting out long and thick, wrapped around those sweet, luscious lips, and then gradually disappearing inside her enticing mouth.

  With my other hand, I stroked her shoulders as she sucked me between her lips, working her tongue down the root of my shaft, inching closer to the soft sacs between my thighs before moving back up, and slowly withdrawing.

  Jesus-Mary-Mother-of-Joseph. I was near the point of explosion.

  Her gaze wandered back up to my face, a tiny smile flitting across her lips.

  She reached for the canister, shook it hard and pressed the nozzle, coating the entire surface of my sacs with cream.

  Then, ever so gently, she took one testicle into her hot mouth and softly sucked the cream off my skin.

  I swore under my breath, clenching my jaw so hard my teeth ground together.

  Even after she’d licked me clean, her mouth continued moving up and down my shaft, her lips hot, slick and so incredibly moist, cinching me tightly, taking me deeper and deeper inside her mouth.

  It was heaven and hell, and nirvana all at once.

  I winced at the pleasure ripping through my every nerve ending.

  As if by their own will, my hips began a shallow pump to match her deep and steady rhythm as she moved her head back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down my entire length, leisurely fucking me with her mouth.

  The muscles flanking my spine were bunched and stiff.

  Oh, fuck. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.

  Sheer willpower and kept me from losing it.

  With Herculean effort, I caught her under the arms, lifted her up and set her down on the granite countertop. Then I reached for the foil packet and sheathed my turgid erection with trembling hands.

  My gaze roamed over her face, searching for a sign, a gesture, anything.

  “I want you, Liam.” Her drowsy voice wrapped around my heart.

  That was all it took.

  I positioned myself so I was straddle between her thighs, the tip of my shaft pressing against the entrance of her sex.

  As our gazes locked, I slid inside her, slowly, so she could feel every hard ridge of my cock, every carnal desire that raged inside me.

  When I was fully seated, I stayed inside her for a moment before gliding back out and thrusting deep inside her again.

  Not once did I break my gaze, watching her moan for me with each deep thrust, making it all the more intense, her obvious desire only multiplying my own.

  Arching her hips in response, she took me deeper and deeper with each thrust, her plush sheath swallowing me from tip to balls.

  Our bodies moved faster, more urgently and those magnificent breasts began to bounce erotically to our tempo.

  I could feel the force of my release building. Building.

  The tendons in my neck stood out like rope and I clenched my jaw, trying to prolong this moment for Viv.

  Though my body clamored for release, I wanted Vivian’s satisfaction … her gratification far more than my own.

  Rebalancing my weight, I worked one hand between us so I could cover her clit with my thumb. With each deep thrust, I stroked her clit, circling my thumb over that sweet, moist nub.

  Her body responded with enthusiasm and I took her harder and faster, gliding in and out with smooth, powerful strokes.

  Moist and wet, she contracted around me, taking me deeper and deeper inside her.

  Suddenly she cried out, convulsing around us, the force of her climax so strong that it went on and on as I drove into her relentlessly.

  My hands went around her hips and I dug my fingers into her flesh as I plunged inside her one last time, taking us both over the edge.

  Groaning with the force of my release, I collapsed onto her, panting against the swells of her voluptuous breasts.

  In time, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Liam?”

  My eyes slid over her face and came to rest on her lips. “Viv?”

  Those luscious lips parted and her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Now I know what I’ve been missing.”

  I could not help but kiss her. Now.

  Hot and ravenous, I crushed my lips to hers, my tongue invading her mouth, kissing her hungrily. Fiercely. Deeply. Not stopping until she moaned inside my mouth.

  When I broke the kiss I felt her hand on my cock, her fingers gently stroking my length.

  “So … um.” She paused. The pink in her cheeks darkened and she tripped over her words. “Can we … um … do it again?”

  I was already hard for her.

  Needless to say, she didn’t have to ask me twice.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Vivian

  I’m not so sure what had come over me. Seeing Brody earlier this morning, I just wanted to forget. And to forget, I had to center my thoughts away from Brody.

  So I centered them on Liam.

  He was just what the doctor had ordered to help me forget all about Brody, all about the hurtful words he’d flung at me, all about the past.

  Liam, so patient and so very tender, had made love to me over and over again, slow and leisurely sex that made me melt from the inside out.

  My body sang with bliss and a breathless sigh escaped my parted lips.

  He was pure tenderness and hot desire all wrapped up in one delectable package.

  And the sexual pull we had shook me to the core. We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. After some mind-blowing sex in the kitchen, we hopped in the shower, where Liam had shampooed my hair, soaped me up, scrubbed me clean, and made love to me all over again.

  Then when we had toweled each other dry, we made love again on his twin-sized bed. We had the sort of sex where I just wanted to crawl into his skin and become one person.

  “Please tell me what you’re thinking.” Liam touched his forehead to mine, and I almost had the impression he was as overwhelmed as I was.

  Not wanting to scare him off, I turned my thoughts to lighter issues.

  “Sex in the shower,” I said, snuggling up to him. “It was interesting.”

  With a feather-light touch, he smoothed his hand down my spine. “How so?”


  “Hmm …” I pondered. “I guess it was less of a sexy adventure and more of a fight to survive!” I said, struggling and failing to keep a straight face. “Honestly, trying to breathe with hot water streaming down my face kind of felt like drowning. Actually Chelsea was right, it was more like waterboarding.”

  He laughed, pulling me tightly against his chest. “And here I thought I was being the gallant one, letting you hog the shower so you wouldn’t freeze your butt off.”

  “Were you?” I gazed at him, titling my head to the side. “Freezing your butt off?”

  “Yes,” he said, stroking a finger along my cheekbones. “But don’t you worry. I have a plan.”

  “And,” I prompted. “What is this plan of yours?”

  His voice was cool and remote, his usual I-can-always-find-a-solution tone. “Dual showerheads.”

  I could not help but smile. Such a practical solution, yet so incredibly sexy at the same time. I could already imagine us taking intimate showers together.

  “Oh, and by the way,” I added, “I can’t believe you actually used that word.”

  His dark brows arched in a question. “What word?”

  “Gallant,” I said, my voice trailing off on a laugh.

  “Gallant?” A lazy smile quirked his lips as a hand slid down to cup my bottom. “I’ll show you gallant.”

  After we had made love for the fifth time, Liam drew me closer and I burrowed deeper into his arms. His shoulder felt solid and curved perfectly to fit my cheek.

  Ever so gently, he began stroking my hair. “Viv …” he whispered my name, with such an intoxicating blend of reverence and lust.

  “Mmm?” I said dreamily.

  “I was wondering.” He stared ahead as he spoke. “If you would like to go out with me tomorrow?”

  I levered myself on my elbows so I could gaze down at him.

  If I didn’t know him better, I’d have said that he looked a little nervous.

  “Liam T. Sykes, are you actually asking me out on a date?” I asked, trying to tamp down the bubble of pleasure in my heart.

  “Call it whatever you want,” he said, giving me one of his maddening smiles.

  “Call it whatever you want?” I echoed. “Call it whatever I want?” I sat up and swatted him with a pillow. “Humph, that sure answers my question! Your answer’s as clear as mud.”