by Abby Green
I’d brought some fresh cargo pants and a singlet to change into, so I stripped off my jeans and the Sullivan’s T-shirt. It was bliss to feel some air on my hot skin and I just stood for a moment in bra and panties with my head back.
And then the door opened. My head snapped down to see Liam filling the doorway with his broad lean bulk. Predictably, my pulse rate tripled and my heart went boom.
Far too late, I scrambled for clothes. ‘Do you mind?’
But instead of leaving again or apologizing, he came in and closed the door behind him, a dangerously stern look on his face and in his eyes. My breath left my chest. A sudden image almost floored me, of him putting me over his knee, fingers hooking under the waistband of my panties to pull them down, exposing my butt cheeks.
Wetness oozed between the lips of my sex. I cursed silently. I’d been permanently wet all week.
I held my clothes to me like an outraged virgin. I answered myself. ‘Well, I do mind. I’m trying to get changed and this is coming very close to sexual harassment in the workplace.’
‘Ha!’
He laughed. Laughed. I glared at him and tried to maintain an outraged expression when all I wanted to do was ogle him like some sex-starved groupie.
His voice was harsh. ‘You’ve been undressing me with your big brown eyes all week, so don’t talk to me about sexual harassment. And that’s when you haven’t been flirting for Ireland with every punter on the other side of the bar.’
The unfairness of this attack made me gasp. When I could find my voice, I said, ‘How dare you. You know damn well that part and parcel of serving behind a bar is charming the customer. I noticed you’re not exactly shy about coming forward yourself. What was it that blonde said earlier?’ I affected a simpering little-girl voice, ‘“Liam promised to make me a Dirty Cosmo just the way I like it.”’
I realized that I was so angry right now I was shaking. A master of keeping my emotions at bay when I’d learned early to lock them away and to mediate between Mary and Johnny, I wasn’t used to this. I didn’t like it.
I threw down my clothes and stalked over to Liam, sticking a finger right in the middle of his chest. ‘Either take off your clothes, too, if you want to continue this conversation, or get out.’
His eyes burned like two blue flames. ‘Fine.’ And then he was pulling his T-shirt up and off, and his hands were on his jeans. I gulped and took a step back, but Liam was pulling his jeans down now, kicking them off, and all I could see was the prominent bulge in his snug boxers. The one I’d been drooling over all week.
‘Now. Where were we?’
I looked up and felt dazed. My anger had drained away.
Liam’s heated gaze dropped to my breasts and then down farther to my hips, thighs and legs. When he looked back up, he was no longer angry either, he looked a little wild. Feral. And I wasn’t sure how I was still standing.
He uttered two words. ‘Fuck it.’ And then I was being hauled into his arms, against his body and I realized just how badly I’d been craving to feel this again. A small moan of ecstasy slipped out just as Liam’s mouth crushed mine.
I was wrapped around him like a vine, but I felt as if I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted to climb into his skin. He felt hot against me. His mouth was hard, tongue rough and thrusting deep, hands roving up and down my back...undoing my bra, ripping it off. His other hand delving beneath my panties to cup and squeeze my bum.
Things were moving so fast I could hardly breathe. Alarm bells went off, but I ignored them. That delicious tension was building inside me. Usually it took ages for me to feel this hot with a guy, but with Liam it was instantaneous.
His hands were on my breasts now, palming them, fingers pulling at my nipples, making me want to scream, I was so turned on...wet and ready.
Desperate to avoid crashing and burning again, I pulled my mouth from Liam’s. He opened his eyes and looked at me. They were heavy-lidded and so full of illicit danger that I knew if I could, I’d probably have orgasmed on the spot.
His voice sounded thick, slurred. ‘What is it?’
I was hurtled back to that night. The post-coital humiliation. I couldn’t face that again, not with him. I had to avoid it at all costs. And all I could feel was the insistent thrust of his hard-on against me.
‘Nothing...’ My voice was husky. ‘I just want to...do something.’ Mentally, I counted on Liam being in the vast majority of guys who liked what I was about to do.
I started to drop to my knees before him and saw his eyes flare. Bingo. Anticipation made my belly tight, when I’d never particularly enjoyed doing this before, even though I’d become proficient at it as a means of getting the focus off me when I was with a guy. After a blow job they’d be hard pushed to recall their name, never mind if I’d had an orgasm or not.
Liam’s hands, dislodged from my breasts, clenched to fists by his sides as I settled on my knees in front of him. I hadn’t expected this, but my mouth watered at the thought of uncovering him, stroking him, tasting him.
‘What are you doing?’
He sounded hoarse. I put my hands on the sides of his boxer shorts and looked up, all wide-eyed innocence, enjoying the heady rush of knocking him off his axis for the first time. ‘I would have thought that was perfectly obvious.’
* * *
Every functioning brain cell Liam possessed seemed to have migrated to the straining head of his cock. Caitlin was on her knees in front of him, about to pull his boxers down. He spasmed with lust. Fuck...
‘Caitlin...you don’t have to do this...’ His voice sounded as if it was grating over rusty nails. Why was he talking? He just wanted his mouth to stay shut and hope for the best.
She was pulling down his boxers now and he winced with a mixture of pain and pleasure when his erection sprang free of the constriction. A week’s worth of sexual frustration was beading at the tip of a painful erection.
From somewhere he forced himself to say, ‘Wait, you don’t—’
‘Shh.’ She looked up and her eyes were huge, limpid, hot. Her hands came up his legs, from where his boxers had pooled at his feet. Her gaze slid back to his cock and her cheeks flushed red, her eyes got bigger. He could see the hunger in their depths and he had to grit his jaw. Her breasts were bare, pert. Nipples standing out like hard berries.
Dear God, all it would take would be one touch from her tongue...
Sweat broke out on his brow. Just as Caitlin’s hands reached his thighs and clasped him there, she looked up and said huskily, ‘Trust me. I’m a good Catholic girl. I know exactly what I’m doing.’
And as her hot mouth closed around his cock, Liam knew he was going straight to hell for this. He closed his eyes, his head fell back and his breath came in short sharp bursts. It was almost too much to take in, the sensation of her mouth on him, hot and wet. Tongue swirling around the head of his cock as if it was a delicious morsel she wanted to explore forever.
Liam had always been funny about blow jobs, never really liking them because it reminded him too much of being powerless, at a woman’s mercy. But this...he would sell his soul right now to stay in this moment for all eternity.
Already the pressure was building at the base of his erection, his balls drawing up tight. Caitlin’s mouth was working him now, sliding up and down, taking him deeper then letting him go so far that he popped out of her mouth completely, before wrapping her hand around him and taking him back in again.
Without even realizing what he was doing, his hands went to her head, fingers threading through silky hair, holding her. His hips were jerking now, the tension building, screaming for release. He tried to hold on, but Caitlin’s firm hand was around the base of his cock, pumping him. He hadn’t a hope.
Her mouth and that exquisite sucking sensation became the centre of his universe. Her other hand was gripping hi
s buttock now, so hard that he could feel her nails digging into his skin.
She’d moved closer and the hard tips of her breasts brushed against his thighs. He shuddered with pre-orgasmic pleasure, the tension almost at its zenith. His hips were jerking powerfully now. He risked a look down, and Caitlin’s eyes were on him, his cock deep in her mouth, her hand on him squeezing...and he couldn’t hold it back.
Shouting out loud, he came in a blinding incandescent rush, right into her mouth, where she sucked him and swallowed until he was empty.
* * *
I felt dizzy as Liam’s hands relaxed from my head and I stumbled to my feet. He tasted salty. Hot. He was just looking at me. Stunned. As if someone had hit him in the belly. Both of us were breathing harshly.
‘You...’ His mouth closed. He couldn’t speak. I couldn’t take any pleasure in that fact though. My skin was oversensitized. My breasts aching. Between my legs...was so wet that I longed to put my hand there and ease the pressure...even though I knew what a dead end that was.
That thought brought me back to reality. I turned away and started to get dressed even though my hands were clumsy. I didn’t bother with my bra, and I’d got as far as pulling my top over my head when I heard, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
Liam’s voice was rough and it made my tingling nerve endings even worse. I turned around.
‘Home.’
I noticed belatedly that he’d pulled on his jeans, but the top button was open, showing that delicious line of hair that disappeared all the way down to that glorious cock. I immediately thought of how it had felt in my mouth, the wickedness in running my tongue along the slit at the head, tasting his pre-come.
Face flaming, I reiterated, ‘Home.’
Liam was angry. A look I recognized. ‘What the hell was that? Are you used to giving your bosses blow jobs and then just walking away?’
I put my hands on my hips as indignation raced up my spine. ‘No. You’re the first. So, if you’d excuse me, please, it’s been a long night.’
Liam’s blue eyes flashed fire. ‘You’re not doing this again, Caitlin.’ He folded his arms across his chest, muscles bulging.
I cursed him.
His gaze narrowed on me, it became assessing. Immediately I felt uncomfortable and realized too late that Liam was not a guy one could hope to divert with a blow job.
‘You just blew me to distract me.’
Crap. My mouth opened and closed for a moment. I aimed to sound dismissive. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
Panic coursed through me. I turned to pick up my bag, stuffing my work things into it, zipping it up.
When I straightened and turned around, Liam had moved closer. I stepped back.
‘What is it?’ he asked harshly. ‘Do you get some kind of kick out of turning a guy on only to watch him lose it, and walk away?’ His face was stark with disgust. ‘I’ve no time for teases.’
I pointed out defensively, ‘You’re the one who came in here. You kissed me.’
And you loved every second of it, that familiar snide voice pointed out.
His mouth twisted. ‘If I hadn’t, the whole place would have exploded with the tension between us. Clearly this isn’t going to work, and I’m not going to indulge whatever sick little game it is you’re playing.’
Emitting a curse, he ran a hand through his hair and turned around to pick up his discarded T-shirt, pulling it on roughly. His back was to me and he was radiating tension. I hated that he thought I was some kind of tease.
And even though I’d only been working at the bar for a few nights, I liked it. Even Candy had stopped looking at me lasciviously to have a proper conversation with me earlier.
Liam stopped and put his hands on his hips. Clearly building up to saying something. To firing me.
It felt as if there was a huge obstruction in my chest, but I knew I had no choice but to be honest. ‘I can explain.’
Liam shook his head and then turned around, crossing his arms again. Defensive body language. I wasn’t welcome.
‘I don’t really think I’m all that interested,’ he drawled. He opened his mouth to speak again, but I held up a hand, not wanting to hear exactly what he thought of me.
I looked at him across the small staff room, under the fluorescent lights. Even their harsh filter couldn’t diminish his sheer charisma.
‘I’m not a tease.’ I attempted a laugh, but it sounded strangled. ‘I wouldn’t know how to tease my way out of a paper bag.’
Liam snorted derisively, ‘I’d hate to see you try it for real then.’
I winced. Did I deserve that? I recalled his stunned look after he’d come in my mouth. Maybe I did deserve it.
He turned around again and walked to the door, where he stopped and said, ‘When you’re ready come into the office and—’
‘I’ve never come.’ The words had tumbled out of my mouth before I’d even registered just how honest I wanted to be.
Liam went very still, my words hanging in the air. Slowly he turned around, incredulity stamped onto those gorgeous features. Eyes blazing.
‘What did you just say?’
My belly cramped. I’d never told anyone about this. Not even Mary. Only my GP, who had reassured me that the cause was most likely psychological and who had encouraged me to experiment by playing with myself, which would have been fine if he wasn’t a genial seventy-year-old man who looked like Professor Dumbledore from Harry Potter.
I looked Liam straight in the eye and shrugged minutely, determined not to feel ashamed of this. ‘You heard me. I’ve never had an orgasm. It’s really no big deal.’
Yeah, right, my conscience mocked. Anytime I’d heard someone talking about their G spot I felt jealous. At the rate I was going, I’d be lucky to get to the A spot before I hit forty. It was as if I’d committed some crime in a previous life—tortured people by denying them orgasms—and now I was on the other end of some crazy shit-karma fallout.
Liam was staring at me. Ground, swallow me now.
Chapter Seven
The silence stretched to breaking point and then Liam said carefully, ‘It was a big enough deal for you to kick me out the other night.’
My mouth opened, my conscience slapped me even as I denied hotly, ‘That’s not why I kicked you out.’
He came closer, the look in his eyes assessing. ‘You never expected me to notice, did you? You even said it the other night—why should you care when no one else seems to.’
I cursed his recall and my mind went blank. All I could see were those mesmeric eyes.
His voice was rough when he spoke. ‘Let’s go out to the bar to talk about this.’
I opened my mouth to blurt out some excuse, anything to leave, but he quelled me with a look. I wasn’t going anywhere. He took my hand, leading me out of the changing room and back into the bar.
He pointed to a stool at the corner of the bar and said, ‘Sit.’
I muttered caustically as I did, ‘I’m not a dog.’
Liam just flashed me a stern look. Between my legs spasmed. Why was it that when he did that stern thing, all I could think about was being spanked?
Face getting hot, I watched him put a small glass with a dark golden liquid in it before me.
‘Drink.’
I picked it up and sniffed it and grimaced. Brandy reminded me indelibly of funerals. Specifically my parents’ funeral when I’d been just thirteen. I looked at him balefully.
‘Just take a sip.’
I took a sip and winced as the liquid burned its way down my throat. Curiously, as its warmth spread through me, I did feel a little equilibrium return. I took another sip.
Liam came around the bar to stand in front of me and I clutched the glass. My whole body felt unbearably sensitive, all that buildu
p of tension and giving him a blow job doing little to help ease my own state of frustration.
‘So...do you want to explain a little more about what you just said?’
I scowled. ‘Not really.’
Liam crossed his arms. I sighed, took another healthy sip of brandy. He took the glass from me. ‘That’s enough.’
His gaze speared me to the spot. I knew I was facing my own personal Waterloo. He came closer, the ache between my legs intensified.
‘Caitlin...’
I crossed my arms. ‘Fine. If you must know. The truth is that I’ve never experienced...an orgasm. I get to a certain point...and then no further. It’s as if a switch goes off in my body, shutting down.’
Liam shook his head, one hand on the bar beside me now, the other stuck into his jeans pocket. ‘But...how has no one noticed?’
I flushed, thinking of all the times I’d given my best When Harry Met Sally fake-orgasm-scene impression. He’d seen right through that little performance. I shrugged.
‘Not even when you masturbate?’
I flushed more, thinking of waking with my vibrator buzzing gently against me, and shook my head. Liam came closer. The air around us thickened with something heavy, sultry.
‘If I’d known what I was up against the other night...I would have proceeded with a little more...finesse.’
I prickled at his words, if I’d known what I was up against. As if it would have been that easy. ‘I’m not some science experiment, you know.’
Completely oblivious, Liam’s eyes tracked down my body and back up. Damn him but little fires seemed to break out all over my skin.
‘I’m aware of that. You’re a gorgeous sexy woman but you’re also an orgasm virgin and that needs to be rectified.’
I melted at his calling me gorgeous and sexy and then prickled again at orgasm virgin. I couldn’t move, though, Liam was so close his legs were practically pushing mine apart on the stool. I felt hot and bothered, seriously exposed. Claustrophobic.
