by Abby Green
‘Nonalcoholic beer.’
‘But...why bother going in the first place?’
He shrugged minutely, and drawled, ‘Maybe I was hoping to run into you.’
I rolled my eyes, even as my pulse was going haywire. ‘Smooth, very smooth.’
He smiled. ‘I do try.’ And then, ‘I do have one question...’
I had to stop myself saying, yes to anything, if he would just keep smiling like that, and said, ‘What?’
He reached out and tugged me into him, and all my erogenous points zinged to life.
‘Do you have protection here? Because I wasn’t exactly...expecting this, and I’m so hot for you that I didn’t think to stop on the way.’
I’m so hot for you.
I think I actually fainted with shock for a few seconds, while staying standing. I couldn’t be entirely sure I wasn’t going to wake up any minute now, masturbating myself again...but I blinked, and he didn’t move. I wasn’t dreaming. I was sizzling.
I liked the fact that he obviously wasn’t some lothario with a string of condoms in his pocket, while also feeling thankful that I’d bought a hopeful stash yesterday. And I was on the pill, but knowing most guys’ predilection for going without, given half a chance, I kept that to myself. Safety came first, even when auditioning for the starring role in Caitlin Does Liam.
I nodded, my voice was rough with desire. ‘In the bathroom.’
His eyes darkened and his hands tightened on my waist, fingers touching my bare skin underneath the hem of my T-shirt. ‘Good.’
And then his head swooped and we were kissing again but without the restraints of kissing in public this was totally unrestrained. I wound my arms around his neck and came up on tiptoe, pressing every part of my body to his.
Our mouths were open, hungry, ravenous. He clutched my head, holding me still so that he could plunder and explore, stroking my tongue with his, the rough abrasion making me moan softly.
I rubbed myself against him like a hungry kitten, and when I felt the thick bulge of his erection against my belly, between my legs got even wetter. His hands were moving, back down to my T-shirt, lifting it up. After a moment’s hesitation, I let him break the contact between our mouths and drew back, breathing harshly. So was he.
He lifted the material and without taking my eyes off his, I lifted my arms. The T-shirt came up and off, my hair fell down my back. His eyes moved to my chest, and my breasts seemed to swell in the very modest black lace bra.
‘So beautiful,’ he breathed, reaching out to cup one breast, making my breath hitch unevenly.
Striving for some sense of control when control was fast deserting me, I said, ‘I’m feeling a little underdressed here.’
He looked at me and quirked that sexy smile again. And with a smooth move, his T-shirt joined mine on the floor. He smelled divine. Musky and clean and hot.
Now it was my turn to ogle. He was perfection. Tanned skin. Lean and hard. Defined muscles. Blunt nipples. A smattering of dark blond hair across his pectorals that led down and dissected his six-pack to disappear into his jeans where I could see the very pronounced bulge pushing against the denim.
Acting completely instinctively, I reached out and cupped that bulge, feeling it twitch against the material. The length and shape was clearly visible now. He was big. Holy crap.
His voice was guttural now. ‘Bedroom?’
I looked up. ‘Behind me.’
He took my hand and led me in. The bed was a low double futon. I hoped he wouldn’t feel the need to study the photos of the world’s greatest feminists strung along a ribbon over my aunt’s bed. As it was, I could almost feel their eyes on me, watching me go up in flames for this man I’d just met.
But Liam wasn’t looking at anything but me. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around. I felt him undo the clasp of my bra and then he was tugging it down, where it fell to the floor in front of me.
He stepped up right behind me and put his arms around me, hands coming up to cup my bare breasts. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut. This was so...exquisite. His hands were huge, and the calluses made my nipples pucker into hard buds.
He was pinching them now, and my fingers curled tight into my palms. His breath was hot against my neck as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, and meanwhile his hands and fingers were making my breasts swell and ache.
One of his hands skimmed down over my belly and I felt it quiver with anticipation. With a skill I might have been suspicious of if I’d had half a working brain cell left, he opened my jeans one-handed and lowered the zip, coming tantalizingly close to where all my nerve endings were on their knees panting and begging for his touch.
Reading my mind, his hand delved down the front of my knickers. My legs were widening of their own volition, silently urging him on. Tart. I blocked out the voice that sounded suspiciously like the head nun’s of my old school.
I almost sobbed when I felt his fingers there, sliding down the seam of my body where I was so swollen and slick for him, releasing my wetness. His other arm was across my chest, holding me fast, a hand on my breast, fingers trapping a nipple, squeezing gently. I couldn’t seem to drag enough air into my lungs. His hand moved deeper between my legs now.
It was so erotic; his arms holding me captive, the constraint of my jeans, the friction of the material. Not seeing his face made it all too reminiscent of my dream. Feeling his erection insistent against my back...Jesus. This was it. I could feel my body tightening with anticipation.
I had nothing to hold on to. My legs were trembling and then he thrust two fingers deep into my drenched pussy. I arched my back in reaction, letting out a groan that was feral. He lifted my arm to hook it around his neck, and I clung on for dear life, my fingers locked in his hair.
It opened me up to him even more. With my arm around his neck, his mouth was close enough to one breast to clamp around a nipple and suck roughly. And then any vague ability I had to be mentally coherent left me completely.
Chapter Four
Liam’s fingers were buried in tight slick wet heat. His brain was an inferno of need and urgency. He had to take his mouth off the hard bud of Caitlin’s nipple and draw in a deep shaky breath. This was ridiculous. He hadn’t been so out of control of his own body since he’d come in his pants when Stacy Delacruz had let him feel her boobs behind the bike shed in seventh grade.
Caitlin was arched against him, pressing those curvy buttocks back against his aching hard-on.
‘Don’t stop. Please.’ She sounded guttural. Desperate.
Liam huffed a tortured laugh. ‘Sweetheart, if I don’t put the brakes on right now, this will all be over before I take my pants off.’
Caitlin’s breathing was ragged. And just the sight of her plump, firm breasts moving up and down almost pushed him over the edge. Biting off a curse, Liam took his hand from between her legs, earning himself a muffled echo of the disappointment he felt in his own body.
He straightened up and turned Caitlin to face him. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were huge and glittering like dark crushed velvet. Nipples wet from his mouth.
And just like that, urgency throbbed into his blood again. ‘Where’s the protection?’
‘Bathroom cabinet, above the sink.’
Liam backed away slowly; it was the hardest thing in the world and not just because of the size of his erection. ‘Take off your jeans,’ he commanded throatily, watching for a second until he saw Caitlin start to slide her jeans down her slim legs..
Before he could explode completely, he retrieved a condom, grabbing another at the last second. If he’d been more clear-headed at that moment, the assertion that one time with this woman would not be enough might have caused him to stop for a second, but he was too far gone.
When he came back out, he s
topped dead in his tracks. She wore small white panties, complete with blue flowers. He’d never seen anything so sweetly virginal. And then his gaze raked upward over her flat belly, the inward curve of her waist and up to her bare breasts, that tumbling russet hair and a mouth swollen and pouting from his kisses.
Her panties might be virginal but she wasn’t. And the juxtaposition was hot. Hotter than any of the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen on a woman.
With hands that shook slightly, Liam tore open his own jeans and pulled them down, taking his underwear with them. His erection was freed, and when he saw Caitlin’s eyes drop and widen he felt a surge of male pride. He kicked off his clothes and looked down to see a drop of pre-come beading at the tip and winced at how close he was to spilling.
Pushing down the almost animalistic urge to force Caitlin to all fours, rip off her panties with his bare hands and grab a hold of her hips so that he could slam into her so deep and hard that he’d find instant gratification, Liam found a sliver of control from some deep recess he’d never had to explore before and said, ‘Lie down.’
His voice came out sterner than he’d intended. Stern with the control he was barely clinging to. He wasn’t unaware of the way her eyes got even wider and met his, a slash of dark colour on her cheeks. She liked that tone of voice? Being told what to do?
That realization brought up all sorts of tangled dark memories for Liam and he forced them down. Not now. Even though he couldn’t deny a frisson of illicit excitement that made his blood jump. What would it be like to be...the dominant one? Instead of the submissive?
But now Caitlin was lying down and Liam’s thoughts scattered. He couldn’t not touch her for another second. So he came down on the low bed beside her and ran his hand down over one breast and its distended hard tip, exulting in the way her belly sucked in in reaction.
And then down farther till he reached her pants. Hooking his fingers underneath, he pulled, instructing roughly, ‘Lift your hips.’
She did, raising that butt off the bed, making Liam’s mouth water as he tugged her underwear down over her thighs and off completely, throwing them carelessly to one side.
Now she was naked. Pale limbs gleaming in the moonlight. A small cluster of dark red curls drew his hand back to between her legs where she was hot. He looked at her as he moved his hand, forcing her thighs apart. She was biting her lip, and for a moment she looked endearingly shy. Something Liam was not used to with the women he took as lovers.
They were all confident, fast-talking, sexually aggressive New Yorkers who gave as good as they got. Dominant. Again that memory threatened to rise, and to push it down, Liam pressed his mouth to Caitlin’s and drowned in those soft lips.
Her mouth opened under his and her arms came around his neck and suddenly the shy girl was gone again as she thrust a sharp tongue into his mouth, exploring with a skill that left him breathless.
Liam’s hand stroked her, feeling that damp heat spreading, making her lips plump and moist. Ready. She moaned into his mouth and arched against him, pressing her breasts to his chest, circling her hips.
Liam wanted to taste her. Badly.
He took his mouth away and moved down, pressing kisses against her damp skin, hovering briefly over her nipples. Biting gently before soothing, and moving on. Damn. He could suck her nipples for a year and not get enough. Her hands were clutching his hair almost painfully. His tongue explored her navel, swirling.
The scent of her musky arousal drenched the air as he came closer and closer to that heat. Liam cupped her ass with his hands, his shoulders pushing her legs wide apart now. She was bared to him, the slick folds protecting her sex glistening with desire.
Liam bent close and licked her, his rough tongue slipping and sliding right up the seam of her body, until he felt for and found that hard cluster of cells and sucked it.
Her scent and the sweet salty taste of her had him grinding his hips into the bed, his dick so hard now he could barely breathe. As much as he could have lain there all night torturing her and himself with his tongue, it was too much. He had to bury himself inside her. Now. Or die.
He came back up her body. She was panting. Lifting her head to look at him with huge eyes. Damn. Had he ever seen anyone more beautiful?
Fumbling with uncharacteristic awkwardness for the condom, he found it and ripped it open, smoothing it over his straining cock. He clenched his jaw at even that touch. He was so close.
He positioned himself at the juncture of her thighs, hands keeping his heavy weight off her, and then he gave in to the most powerful urge he’d ever felt and thrust into her, deep and hard. He couldn’t have gone slow and easy even if he’d tried.
Caitlin gasped, her hands going to his arms, clutching him tight. Her back arched. From somewhere, Liam rasped out, ‘Are you...okay? Is it too much?’
She shook her head. ‘No, keep going.’
Liam was buried to the hilt. He could feel his balls drawn up tight between their bodies. Exercising formidable restraint, he slowly pulled back out and almost shouted aloud. She was so snug around him. Her body clenching his dick like the tightest, hottest, silken glove.
He couldn’t hold back now; his body was taken over by a primeval rhythm he couldn’t control as he drove in and out of that tight sheath. He came down over her body, making his thrusts longer, deeper. Caitlin’s legs wrapped around his waist as her head went back and she gave a keening cry.
Her hips undulated against his as Liam’s movements became more frantic and wild as the pinnacle of pleasure beckoned. Caitlin’s head was thrashing back and forth, she was moaning incoherently. Hands gripping his ass, pulling him even deeper into her. Her whole body tensed and arched against his, just as the last shred of his control finally broke, and with a guttural shout, every sinew and tendon in his body pulled taut as the rush of his climax ripped through his body, tearing him apart and turning everything black for a long moment.
* * *
My heart was pounding, skin tingling all over, still on the cusp of an elusive climax. Frustration clawed at me. I couldn’t catch my breath, and when Liam finally pulled free of my body I could feel my inner muscles clasping in protest.
He flopped onto his back beside me, breathing harshly. Eventually he just said, ‘Jesus Christ, I blacked out.’
I tried not to feel churlish, and glanced over, and my heart tripped. His hair was wild and messy. Skin gleaming with perspiration. The scent of sex and arousal made the air heavy and sultry. He was so freaking sexy that he should come with a health warning.
He opened his eyes and turned his head, but I didn’t move quick enough to hide that I’d been staring at him. I was completely unprepared for that piercing blue gaze.
I’d never experienced a sexual encounter like this. I was used to guys who were sweet but ultimately a bit clueless and not half as skilled in bed. Liam was so far out of their league it was daunting. Usually I felt in control...and right now I felt anything but. Exposed.
I forced what I hoped was a satisfied-looking smile. ‘That was pretty amazing.’
Liam’s eyes glinted with some expression, and out of nowhere a frisson of trepidation slid up my spine. He turned toward me and raised himself up on one arm, resting his head on a hand. That broad chest taking up most of my peripheral vision. Instinctively I pulled a sheet against my body, as if to hide.
‘Really?’ he drawled, still slightly out of breath, ‘You could have fooled me, in fact you almost did. I’m not so arrogant to think I can make a woman come every time, but that’s definitely the most convincing fake orgasm I’ve ever witnessed.’
It took a second for his words to sink in. And when they did, the smile slid off my face and I felt cold. No guy had ever called me on my vast repertoire of fake orgasms before. I garbled something indistinct and moved off the bed, grabbing a T-shirt from my open suitcase, which was
nearby.
I pulled it on, my feeling of exposure increasing when I registered him moving behind me, going into the bathroom, presumably to deal with the protection. I looked behind and all I could see were his taut buttocks and the gorgeous curve of that broad back. Not helping.
The memory of all that hard-packed muscular strength thrusting deep inside me made my breath catch again. And the lingering letdown of sexual frustration. The clasping emptiness. It was that bloody recurring dream. Except now it was humiliating reality. Give me a mocking vibrator any day of the week than a real live sex god calling me out.
I found my panties, pulled them on and stood up, feeling wobbly. Between my legs was tender. Liam came back out, tall and unashamed in his nakedness. Like some golden being. I kept my eyes averted from his middle section. He frowned when he saw that I was dressed. I folded my arms over my chest.
‘What are you doing?’
I hated this sudden feeling of vulnerability. ‘I have to be up early to look for jobs tomorrow. You should go.’
Liam looked at his watch and said incredulously, ‘It’s not even eleven yet.’
‘Look,’ I said, feeling increasingly panicked. ‘We had some fun, okay? That’s all I was looking for, nothing heavy or serious.’
‘Is this because you didn’t come?’
No, it’s because you noticed. Why the hell did he have to be the guy who cared about whether a woman came or not? Panic gripped me and I protested hotly, ‘I did come.’
The lie made me cringe inwardly and I said hurriedly, ‘Look, it doesn’t even matter. I’m not into a post-mortem and hanging out all night, okay?’
Liam snorted and grabbed for his own jeans, pulling them on. I could breathe easier even as I saw the lines of tension in his body as he buttoned up over that mouth-watering package.
He looked at me with narrowed eyes. ‘I don’t do post-mortems, either, sweetheart, and I know what an orgasm feels like and you weren’t even close.’
Feeling angry now that he wouldn’t let it go, I said, ‘Why do you even care? Most guys don’t.’ Shit. I cursed myself for letting that last bit slip out.
