by Dark Angel
“Please,” I pant, moving my hips back. He feeds one inch into me, and I feel my inner walls burning up as his thickness strains to get inside of my ass. I won’t lie, this hurts - but it’s a pain so sweet and delicious that I can’t help but want more. I thrust back even harder and, reading what’s on my mind, he thrusts mercilessly. His shafts pushes back against my inner walls on the way in and, once his long inches are all inside of me, there’s nothing that I can do but scream.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he was on a completely different universe. As he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, I only know that I’m going to scream - my brain can’t even process the sound of my voice right now: it’s busy with distilling pain into pleasure.
“Harder, Liam, harder…” I beg of him, wanting him to fuck me until I can no longer utter a coherent sentence. Obliging, his hips start to slap my ass cheeks as if tomorrow would never come. I let the sound of flesh on flesh lull me into a dream like state and, as his cock ravages my ass, I let the waves of ecstasy drag me down into an ocean of lust.
Making it all so much better, he starts to slap my ass as he fucks me, his hand hitting my cheeks hard enough to leave a mark. Tomorrow I’m going to have a sore ass, and that suits me just fine - I want to wake up remembering how it felt to have a cock as thick as a can of Coke inside of my ass. By all means, this should be physically impossible, but we’re still doing it.
As he pounds into me like a predator, I feel myself on the verge of exploding. So, I do the logical thing and set the fuse on fire - I slide one hand down my stomach and, pressing down on my clit, I start to rub myself as his cock demolishes my ass.
“Come, Cara,” he says, and his words have an almost magical effect on me. They caress my eardrums, travel to my brain, and there they wreak havoc. As if this was the first orgasm of the day, I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my voice so shrill that I wouldn’t be surprised if the mirror in the wall simply shattered. But it doesn’t, and so I force my eyes open and look to the side, watching his ass cheeks flex as he thrusts, his long mast destroying my hole.
“FUCK!” I scream, tears streaming down my face. I feel my brain melting like butter on a hot day, and all of my nerve endings are being cauterized by the scorching heat of pleasure. I let go of my clit and, with both hands on the floor, my fingers curl into claws as my whole body tenses up and then down. The waves of maddening ecstasy rush through me, and I don’t even know how I’m still conscious. “I want you to cum in my ass,” I tell him, and a series of spasms start to take over his cock as if my words were a spell. “Cum, cum…” I repeat, and then I feel a warmness flooding me.
Succumbing to pleasure, he pulls his cock out of my ass and, grabbing it, he starts to stroke himself as thick strands of cum cover my lower back and ass. I moan and scream like a woman possessed, feeling the way his seed covers my naked skin. He keeps stroking himself until there’s nothing left inside of him and then, letting go of his cock, he grabs my hips and leans into me.
I feel his lips on my ass hole, his tongue scooping up the cum that’s dripping out. He keeps on licking me until there’s nothing left inside of my ass, and then he runs his tongue up and down my crack, taking all of his seed inside his mouth. Then, with his hands resting on my lower back, he starts to rub his seed all over me, his fingers sliding easily over my body.
Completely spent, I still find the strength to turn around and face him. Without a single word, I lean into him and press my mouth against his, parting his lips with my tongue. We kiss in a frenzy, and I take all the cum he holds in his mouth inside of mine; as I pull back from his kiss, I grin and swallow, allowing his saltiness to burn down my throat. I taste the scent and flavor of my pussy and ass on his lips, and that only manages to make me hungrier for his semen.
With a gentle smile, he lets his tongue out and licks my lips dry, cleaning them of the few drops of cum hanging there.
“You’re incredible,” he tells me, a quiet tenderness in his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you.”
“That makes two of us…” I whisper, closing my eyes and letting his words echo inside of my head. For a long while, we just remain there in complete silence, the warm water falling on top of our naked bodies and washing away (or trying to) all the lust and desire that were driving us.
Liam
I flip the pancakes on the stove and turn around at the sound of footsteps padding across the hardwood floor.
“Oh my god,” Cara moans. “You cook, too?”
I flash her a grin and wink. “Sexy, right?”
She laughs. “You have no idea.”
She’s the one that has no idea. She’s sexy as fuck standing in my kitchen in nothing but my dress shirt I wore last night, only buttoned enough to keep her tits from hanging out. Though I should walk right over and remedy that. Because the only thing better than her in my shirt is her out of my shirt.
I set the spatula down and give her a hard kiss on the lips, my hands going down to cup her ass. I find her bare beneath my palms, and my dick is instantly hard. Dipping my tongue into her sweet mouth, I stroke her slowly, then slide my fingers between her thighs.
She gasps, and I feel her pussy flood with her juices. I pull back and watch her face as I dip my finger inside for a second, then pull it out and lift it to my mouth, sucking her taste from my finger.
She gapes. “That is so fucking hot.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “I’d eat you out right now if it didn’t mean I’d burn breakfast.
“I wouldn’t mind,” she says coyly.
Slapping her ass, I laugh. “You only say that because you haven’t tasted homemade pancakes a la Liam. Complete with homemade whipped cream and fresh strawberry syrup.”
“You’re joking.”
I lift my eyebrows. “About food? Never.”
Returning to the stove, I pull the pancakes from the pan and stack them on a plate, then carry it over to the marble island where I’ve already laid out everything she’ll need to have a delicious breakfast.
“Have a seat.” I gesture to the barstool. “I wish I could stay and eat with you—then eat you out.” I wink. “But save me some of that whipped cream, and I’ll put it to good use later.”
She bites her lip, her face flushing with desire, but then my words sink in and she furrows her pretty brow. “Where are you going?”
“I have to work.” For the first time ever, I wish I could stay right here with her all day long. It takes a lot to pull me away from my work. I love it that much. But Cara just might be the first thing that could tempt me.
She sits at the island and puts some pancakes on the plate I’ve set out then starts to scoop strawberries onto them. “What exactly do you do, Liam? I’ve never heard any mention of your actual job. I was under the impression you were just some playboy with family money.”
Because that’s exactly what I want people to believe. It’s part of my public playboy persona. But I find that I want to tell her. I want her to know even more about who I really am.
“I have a collection of charities that I run. Some of them are for veterans that suffer from PTSD, some are for families who’ve lost someone in combat, and there are a handful of others for various causes.” I stop when I notice that she’s just staring at me, her fork poised in midair as if what I’ve said has momentarily stunned her. I shrug. “It’s my way to honor my brother.”
Cara drops her fork and hops down from the stool, coming toward me and resting her palms on my bare chest, looking up at me with something uncomfortably close to awe in her eyes. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Part of me is strangely modest, but the other part likes the way she’s looking at me.
“I think that’s amazing, Liam. Seriously. I had no idea. You’re definitely not the man the world sees.” She pauses for a second, something I don’t recognize flitting across her expression, but then it’s gone and she’s shaking her head
and smiling. “I would love to do something like that for my father one day.”
I find myself thinking that I’d love to help her with that. Instead of saying it, I just capture her lips in another kiss.
I can’t believe how easy it is to open up to her like this. How easy she is to talk to. And how good it feels to actually talk about things that matter to me with someone other than Connor. I keep so much of myself hidden that I never realized how much I crave this kind of intimacy with someone.
But I can see myself sharing everything with Cara. She feels like someone I could spend all my time with and never get tired of. Someone that I can actually be intimate with. I’ve opened up to her, and she seems to like what she sees.
Suddenly, I feel like I’ve been missing out on so much by keeping up my playboy persona. Missing having someone to share my life with. Share the things that actually matter. Things that mean something.
And I realize that I want that. With Cara.
Fuck, it hits me hard, and I don’t know how to handle it. A funny little feeling in my chest makes me pull back from our kiss. I just want to look at her for a minute. Capture the picture of her standing there in my shirt, her hair still mussed from last night. She looks good and thoroughly fucked—by me—and it’s a look that I love on her.
One I could get used to. Her in my house in the mornings.
Fuck, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I chuckle at the thought. This girl. She’s totally unraveled all my carefully constructed barriers. And in a matter of days.
“What?” she says, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes that make me want to spread her across my counter and bury myself deep inside her.
I sigh and shake my head. I really need to get to work. I have a video conference in less than thirty minutes.
I kiss her nose. “Just thinking about how much I want you right now. But it’ll have to wait for later. Make sure you save some of that whipped cream,” I remind her with a salacious grin.
I tell her she can stay as long as she wants, then I go get ready for the day. When I leave her there in my apartment with the breakfast I made for her, I can’t wipe the goofy-ass grin off my face. I’ve definitely been missing out on something, and I didn’t even know it.
Cara
Now this is how you start the day.
There’s nothing better than to wake up next to the most handsome man on Earth, and that after going through two rounds of the best sex ever. It’s as if wasn’t for the small fact that my whole relationship with Liam is built on lies, I’d be over the moon right now.
This is the most bittersweet experience of my life, that much is for sure. On one hand, everything seems to be going perfectly… But on the other hand, I can’t help but fear the incoming trainwreck that’s bound to happen sooner or later.
It’s not like I can keep this going forever, can I? I can’t sustain a relationship with Liam without coming clean about Lust Muscle and, of course, there’s also Misty. She’s hungry for blood, and she’s growing more and more impatient with each passing day. Soon enough I know she’ll just snap, and I don’t even want to think about what she’ll do then.
Ah, things were so much simpler before Misty came in with this job.
Right now, I’m in the elevator of my apartment building, looking for the keys inside my purse. It’s 10 am and I’m already late for work, but screw it - I’m the boss after all, and there’s no way I’d show up at the office without changing clothes first. And so, after leaving Liam’s apartment, I grabbed an Uber and came straight here.
Stepping out of the elevator, I open the door to my apartment and then slam it shut with my heel. I head straight to my bedroom and, taking my phone out of the purse, I grab the charger sitting on my bedstand and plug it in. I spent the whole night with a drained battery, and I expect a barrage of missed calls, texts, and e-mails, the moment I turn the damn thing on.
Taking a deep breath, I almost decide to not turn my phone on, but my sanest side prevails. After all, I can’t run away from the real world. Even if that sounds like the best idea I ever had. And so, I press the Power button and hold it for a few seconds.
See? I was right.
The moment the screen lights up and I type my PIN code, the phone starts vibrating furiously against my fingers, an army of red icons popping on the screen.
17 voicemails.
29 text messages.
33 missed calls.
Oh, and these are all Misty’s. Sweet, huh? There goes my perfect morning. Fighting against the urge to simply ignore all this, I sigh heavily and click the voicemail icon. Pressing the phone against my ear, I wince as Misty’s shrill voice claws at my eardrums.
“Why are ya not picking up? Why?” I hear Misty say, the alcohol in her system making her slur her speech. Jesus, this girl really needs to sober up. “CARA! WE NEED TO TALK!” She continues, and all her other voice mails are simple variations of the same theme, except that it seems she’s getting angrier and angrier (and probably drunker as well). The same goes for her text messages, each one of them a barrage of misspelled insecurity and rage. I mean, I only had my battery drained for twelve hours or so! It’s not like I signed up to be her 24/7 nanny.
Ah, God, I really need to quit this job.
And, really, even though Misty is my craziest client yet, it has nothing to do with that. After getting to know Liam, there’s no way I’ll be able to break his heart. Well, I can do it - I just can’t bring myself to do it. There’s a difference there, and that difference arises from my feelings for him.
Yup, I have feelings for him. Even though I thought my heart was made of ice, Liam melted all that away. And now I feel exposed, vulnerable, and confused… And still, above all that, I feel happy. It’s weird, I know, but all these moments I spent with Liam have been some of the happiest ones in my life.
But quitting isn’t going to be easy. Being that Misty is a complete lunatic, it’s a given that she’ll go berserk the moment I tell her I’m quitting the job. And if there’s something I’m not looking forward to, that’s dealing with a drunk hysterical B-list celebrity. Sure, it might be fun to see a celebrity freakout on live TV, but I can guarantee you that it stops being fun when you’re the target.
Now scrolling through my missing calls list, I spot Renee’s name in there. Without even thinking twice about it, I press down on her name and make the call - right now, all I want is to hear a familiar voice. This time, though, she doesn’t pick on the first one. I’m almost ready to give up when I hear her voice coming from the other side of the line.
“What’s up, girl? Everything okay?” She asks me, and I have to focus to understand what she’s saying. Wherever she is, there’s loud music and chatter.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Where are you? I can barely hear you.”
“POOL PARTY!” She shouts happily. “It’s sunny and warm! Wanna join me?”
“I can’t right now. I gotta head to work,” I tell her, even though an alcohol-fueled party might be exactly what I need to clear my head - or, at least, to forget about this trainwreck of a situation for a few hours. “But what do you say about lunch?”
“Lunch it is then,” she chirps in that excited tone of hers. “I’ll swing by your office at noon.”
“Done. See ya then,” I say, and then throw the phone onto the bed. I fall back, sprawling myself over the mattress, and stare at the ceiling for a long, long time. My mind drifts back to the way my naked body and Liam’s seemed so perfect for each other and, before I know it, there’s a smile on my face.
Oh course, that smile dies quickly as I remember how close I am to ruining everything. I have a few options to consider, sure, but all of them seem to end in heartbreak.
Ah, how the hell am I going to solve this situation?
Cara
“I told you, Misty is batshit crazy,” Renee tells me with an all-knowing air, swirling her martini glass. Even though it’s still 1 pm, she couldn’t resist when the handsome (and definitely very co
cky) bartender offered her a drink. He tried the same with me, but I’m not in the habit of getting drunk during a workday. Although, I gotta admit, it’s pretty tempting to do so. Especially when my work gets in the way of a normal love life.
“Definitely…” I nod, thinking back to how Misty managed to make my phone overheat with all her damned messages. “I’ll probably have to drop her,” I continue, looking straight into Renee’s eyes to try and gauge her reaction.
“Drop Misty?” She whistles, arching one eyebrow as she processes my words. “You do that and her craziness levels will definitely go through the roof. She isn’t the kind of girl that knows how to deal with rejection.”
“Yeah, well… That’s exactly why I’m in this situation right now, isn’t it? She couldn’t handle being rejected by Liam.”
“True. But it’s not like you can escape now, huh? But if you’re seriously thinking of dropping her, prepare for major drama.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you know. When the studio cancelled her show, Misty kinda went into the CEO’s office and proceeded to throw everything she could get her hands on at his head. Lucky for him, she was too drunk to aim properly.”
“Ah, crap,” I sigh, already imagining the kind of stunts Misty will pull once I give her the news. I hope she doesn’t try and thrash my office or come after me with an axe, although all these things seem likely.
“Yeah. She also stole the CEO’s car and drove it straight into a lake,” Renee nods wisely, almost as if she admires the sheer level of insanity Misty is capable of achieving. “That girl is an hurricane.”
“I can see that,” I sigh, leaning back against my seat and rubbing my temples, already feeling a headache brewing inside my head.
“Hey, another martini!” Renee shouts out suddenly, waving her empty glass at the bartender. I look at him over my shoulder, and I notice a smile creeping up on his face as he looks at Renee.
