by Abby Green
He reached out and trailed a finger along my jaw, making my skin prickle and tighten with anticipation.
‘When I order you to do something...you like it.’
I shook my head, feeling slightly drugged because his finger was moving down now, over the line of my shoulder. And he was moving closer, undoing my arms. My voice sounded breathless. ‘I don’t....haven’t noticed...before.’
He stepped close and took my arms in his hands. I was still in my jeans. It was hard not to look down and take in his cock. I wanted to touch it, taste it.
‘Do you want to play a little?’
His voice sounded rough. A definite frisson of illicit excitement curled through me. But I also felt out of my depth. My very vanilla sex life had not prepared me for playing. Actually vanilla was too advanced—it was still in the pre-vanilla phase.
‘I’m...not sure?’ I said hopefully.
He looked at me. ‘Do you trust me?’
I was drowning in his eyes. So blue they hurt. And the assertion settled into my gut surprising me with its strength. I nodded. ‘Yes, I trust you.’
Then he said, ‘Get on the bed on all fours.’
Christ. I did like that. And between my legs liked it, too. When he took that tone, it made me feel as if I was being chastised for something and that was such an alien sensation it was like dynamite to my libido.
I couldn’t even begin to get my head around the psychological naunces of why this was, but right then I didn’t care.
Liam smiled. ‘And I want your ass bare and ready.’
My insides combusted. I backed away from him and he followed me in. He pointed at my jeans. ‘Take them off. And your panties.’
With none-too-steady hands, I undid my jeans and eased them down, emboldened by the way Liam’s eyes flared as he followed them down. I kicked them off and stood there. He looked at me.
‘Your panties, too, or are you deliberately trying to push me?’
I could feel slickness between my legs. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my underwear and pulled them down, where they joined my jeans. Now I was naked and every part of me tingled.
Liam pointed to the low bed and growled softly, ‘Don’t make me say it again, Ryan.’
I got onto the futon on all fours, my ass facing him. Jesus, I was a sick puppy that this was turning me on so much. But I was a sick puppy who really really wanted to know what Liam would do. I could feel my arousal between my legs. Hot. Wet. Could he see it?
I saw Liam come in front of me on his knees and his cock was in his fist, pointing straight at me, veins standing out in bold relief, moisture glistening at the head.
‘Suck me.’
My sex jerked. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I lifted a hand, but Liam took it away and said curtly, ‘No hands.’
So I put it back down and concentrated on letting him rest in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head. He tasted salty and musky. I took him deeper and heard him moan softly. I let him fall out of my mouth and bent my head so that I could lick his balls. He hissed, and I ran my tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock. He was swelling, getting even harder.
‘That’s enough.’ Liam’s voice was hoarse.
He grabbed for something on the floor and it was a T-shirt. ‘On your elbows, bring your hands together.’
I complied. He wound it around my hands until they were effectively bound. My blood rate tripled. Then he moved, and I heard him rip a packet for a condom.
He was behind me now. ‘I want your ass high in the air.’
I must have moved too slowly and I jerked in shock when I felt a swift slap being delivered. I tensed with the aftershock at first and then Liam smoothed a hand over the stinging skin.
‘Okay?’ he asked gruffly, and I felt him bend down to press a kiss to the small of my back just as I realized that I loved it. There was something intensely exposing about being like this before him, but also something incredibly freeing.
I nodded and whispered, ‘Fine.’ Please do that again. But I couldn’t say it, not yet.
Every nerve ending was tingling as the sting died away and I felt the cheek of my ass get warm. Vaguely it occurred to me that there was something about the fact that I’d had to be good and such a peacemaker for so long that at the first chance to be slightly bold and invite punishment, I was revelling in it.
As if reading my mind, he slapped my other cheek. Electricity sparked up and down my spine. I felt his hair-roughened thighs behind mine as he spread them wide. I groaned softly as delicious tension coiled deep inside. He reached around under me to cup and tweak a breast, fingers pinching first one nipple then the other. As if linked directly to my pussy, I felt moisture gush.
‘You’re so wet. For me.’
I bit my lip. I felt so wanton. Dirty. Aroused. Sexy.
He drew his cock up and down my sex. I imagined it getting lubricated with my juices. My arms almost gave way and that earned me another sharp slap.
‘Please,’ I moaned, pushing my bottom back against him, feeling the head of his cock againt me. I circled my hips. Teasing. I felt incoherent.
‘I thought about this the other night,’ Liam husked. ‘I wanted you so badly that I wanted to take you like this.’
His words made me weak to think of him wanting me that badly. That he wanted to fuck me. It was so...naughty.
And then he was there, holding my hips firm, and thrusting into me so hard and fast that I had to bite down on the T-shirt tied around my hands to stop from screaming as Liam pulled out, all the way, and then slammed back in again.
He set up a relentless rhythm. Keeping me on the edge of a precipice I’d never come this close to before. The slide of his powerful body in and out of mine was making me mindless.
Pressure was building and building, so intense that I felt tears prick my eyes. Every sinew in my body was straining to touch something just out of reach. My hips were circling, grinding against him.
‘Jesus, Caitlin.’
He sounded as wild as I felt.
Then he was pushing me down flat, thrusting into me, deep and fast, and then shallow, before going so deep again that I saw stars. I felt his chest against my back, the slap of his flesh to mine.
My hands had come free of the T-shirt and I was gripping the bedcover in fists, one cheek down on the mattress, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.
He pushed up one leg so it was bent and I moaned when it changed the angle slightly. I ground my clit into the bed to alleviate the pressure just as Liam reached around under me to touch it, his finger rubbing back and forth, circling, making that pressure build to explosion point as his body thrust so deep inside me I cried out...
I stiffened for an infinitesimal moment, and then suddenly the pressure and ratcheting tension exploded inside me, tearing my whole body apart into a million pieces. I was lifting, soaring, an electric excitement I’d never tasted before climbing up through my body until I thought I might die of its intensity.
There was nothing but pure pleasure and sensation, every ounce of me pulsating and throbbing. I had nothing to cling to, it was the most terrifying yet exhilarating thing I’d ever felt. I heard a voice, Oh God, oh God...oh...God.
It was only when the sensations slowly diminished and faded that I became aware that it was me saying oh God over and over again. And aware of my sex clenching rhythmically around Liam’s cock, deep inside me as his heavy weight pushed me into the mattress.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move...but I was aware of the euphoria rushing through my system and couldn’t help a grin from spreading across my face.
Chapter Nine
When I resurfaced, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. But I was lying on the futon with a cover over me, and when I opened my eyes, Liam was besi
de me with his head on his hand, watching me.
Immediately I felt a rush of gratitude that was almost embarrassing. Then I felt hot and self-conscious, which was ridiculous because this man had literally just seen me at my most vulnerable. Nevertheless, there was a sensation of deep peace and contentment inside me.
I was feeling dangerously mushy until Liam smirked. ‘That was no fake orgasm.’
He was full of puffed-up male pride. The triumph of having made me come for the first time too much to hide.
I scowled and folded my arms over the sheet, feeling prickly and defensive. ‘I suppose you expect me to fall at your feet with undying gratitude.’
Liam’s mouth twitched. ‘Well, a thank-you would suffice.’
‘Thank you,’ I said grumpily, not liking that I’d felt so sappy for a moment.
Then I arched my brow. ‘Just because you did it once...doesn’t mean anything. It could have been pure fluke.’
Even though, obviously, I really hoped it wasn’t because that had been the most mind-blowing experience of my life and I still couldn’t really compute that it had actually happened. Maybe the prospect of finding my G spot wasn’t so fantastical.
Now Liam scowled, eyes spitting blue sparks. ‘Fluke, my ass.’
He took both my hands in one of his easily and put them over my head, holding them there, instantly making my insides turn to mush all over again. He yanked down the sheet, exposing me, and when his head descended and his mouth closed around my nipple I gasped. When he spread my legs roughly with his hands and lodged his big body between them, I ceased to think rationally. Again.
* * *
It wasn’t a fluke. It was late afternoon outside by now and I was lying face down on the bed. I couldn’t move a muscle. My whole body ached with an overload of pleasure...well awoken from its orgasm-free state.
I heard movement. And just like that, my body started to tingle even though I couldn’t do much about it.
‘Caitlin?’
‘Hrmph.’
I heard a deep chuckle. Damn the man. I could sense a million buzzing questions and feelings hovering on the periphery of my consciousness, but weakly I pushed them away and turned my head towards his voice but kept my eyes closed.
The futon dipped and a finger trailed down my spine to my ass, where it became a hand that squeezed my flesh, firmly. Just like that, my lower body slowly went on fire all over again. As if it hadn’t had enough yet.
His voice was low, husky. Slightly raw, and it reminded me of how he’d shouted out his own release a short while before. ‘I don’t know about you but I’m starving.’
With enormous effort I opened my eyes and turned my body over so that I was on my back. The sheet was twisted around me and I pulled it up, feeling ridiculously shy all of a sudden. With perfect timing my belly rumbled. I cracked a smile. ‘Me, too.’
His blue eyes dropped to my mouth and it tingled under his look. The effect of just his eyes on me was overwhelming. For the first time I felt a frisson of something like fear to acknowledge how fast I was hurtling into dangerous waters with this guy.
Pushing the concern down deep, I half sat up. ‘We could get takeout?’
Some enigmatic expression crossed Liam’s face and then it was gone and he said easily, ‘Let’s go out, get some air.’
Again that uneasy frisson. Until I realized what a good idea it was. Everything suddenly felt too...intense. The apartment was claustrophobic.
He stood up and held out a hand, a familiar sexy look coming into his eyes. ‘But first, let’s shower.’
I almost groaned. Could you die of too much pleasure? But, like the little wanton I was becoming, I put my hand into his and let him pull me up out of the bed, perfectly happy to find out.
* * *
‘What is this place?’ I asked as I took in the soaring impressive ceilings and general air of elegant decay. The effect was uncanny, as if everyone had just run outside during an emergency and not come back. There was dust everywhere.
Liam was leading us over to a lift, carrying a huge pizza box and a bag of drinks. He looked back. ‘It used to be a hotel but it closed about a year ago. It’s caught up in a legal wrangle and my friend Ramon is caretaking it in the meantime.’
Ramon was a huge giant of a guy liberally covered in piercings and tattoos who had let us in after greeting Liam with a complicated system of hand-slapping, hugging and pressing knuckles together.
I stepped into the lift beside him, nose scrunching up at the musky smell, and whispered, ‘I don’t think I’d like to get on the wrong side of Ramon.’
Liam’s mouth quirked. ‘That’s why he’s one of the best security guards in the city. But he wasn’t always like that. When we were in school he was a puny little kid who was always sick. He was getting bullied, and one day me and Candy put ourselves between him and the bullies. We’ve been friends ever since...but don’t ever tell him I told you that story.’
I looked at him and couldn’t help my insides clenching into a knot and then swooping. Uh-oh. Instead, I commented faintly, ‘You and Candy were in school together?’
Liam nodded. ‘Since kindergarten. She’s my oldest friend.’
And even though I knew Candy was gay, a little spurt of jealousy lanced my gut. The lift stopped then and the doors opened creakily onto a small dark corridor with a door at the end. Liam led the way and deftly managed the food and drinks while opening the door. I couldn’t take my eyes off his powerful biceps as they bunched and moved.
And then the door was open and it led onto the roof. I followed Liam out and my jaw dropped. The sky was a blood-red colour from the setting sun and we were so high up it was as if we were soaring in a sea of tall buildings.
Liam had put the things down on a raised flat surface and said gruffly, ‘Come see this.’
I walked over and gasped all over again. The view was breathtaking. ‘Where are we?’ I knew vaguely that we’d come north and were somewhere around the mideast side.
Liam pointed. ‘That’s the Queensboro Bridge crossing the East River over Roosevelt Island.’
‘It’s beautiful,’ I breathed, taking in the ornate bridge against the dusky-pink sky. The air was incredibly warm and sultry, nothing stirring. And even though we could hear the sounds of the traffic far below, it was so peaceful.
‘It’s my favourite bridge.’ Liam said now.
I felt absurdly emotional and had to school my features before looking at him. ‘This is...amazing.’
* * *
Liam looked at Caitlin and her big eyes were swirling with things that suddenly made him nervous. He’d brought her here without even thinking twice and now he felt exposed. All he’d known was that he’d wanted to get out of that apartment, things had felt intense. But instead of leaving Caitlin behind...which was what he usually did with women, he’d brought her with him.
More abruptly than he intended, he said, ‘Come on, let’s eat. Ramon’s shift ends in an hour and we’ll have to be gone.’
When he noticed the minute flinch that crossed Caitlin’s face, he had the absurd urge to apologize, and quickly turned away to sit on the raised flat block, opening the pizza box, taking out some beers.
‘This looks great, I’m starving.’
Liam glanced at Caitlin and was inexplicably relieved to see her looking expressionless. He handed her a big slice of pizza and his dick jerked against his jeans when he saw her open that lush mouth to take a bite. Damn. He’d never been turned on so easily.
He handed her a beer and opened one for himself. She obviously noticed that it was nonalcoholic and asked after chewing her pizza, ‘How come you don’t drink?’
And then he saw the penny drop, and her face suffused with colour and her eyes met his guiltily.
‘I’m not an alcoholic, Caitlin,’ Liam
said wryly. And then, with no premeditation at all, he said, ‘But my dad is.’
Why the hell had he just said that? All he could see were Caitlin’s eyes, glowing like dark amber, and he felt something give in his chest.
Liam glanced down. ‘When my folks split up...my dad started to drink heavily. That’s when I slowly started to take over the business. He had the grace to let me take over after he ended up in rehab. He moved out to Queens. Ever since then he’s been on and off the wagon like clockwork. But he refuses to get more help.’
He shrugged his shoulder as if telling her this wasn’t something he’d only ever told a handful of people. ‘All I can do is try to make sure he doesn’t kill himself.’
‘That’s rough,’ Caitlin said huskily. ‘Johnny, my brother...he went through a wild stage after our folks died. It was tough on Mary, she was so young. She had to drop her place in college to be there for us.’
She plucked at the label on the beer bottle, reminding Liam of the night they met. ‘He did calm down after a while, went to college to get a degree as an architect, but he dropped out in his final year, which was part of the reason they rowed so much. Putting the two of them in a room together was like mixing two explosive substances.’
‘Where were you during all this?’
She looked at Liam and she blinked, as if no one had ever asked her that before, and shrugged before saying, ‘In the middle. Trying to keep the peace.’
Liam could imagine all too well how she must have subjugated her own desires to keep her family happy. On top of the trauma of losing both parents so young. He might have lost his, too, to a certain extent, but they were still alive. As dysfunctional as they might be.
He didn’t see his mother and sister much, but they loved him. And so did his dad, in his own fucked-up way.
Caitlin was sitting cross-legged with her hair up in a ponytail and looking sexily dishevelled in worn jeans and a T-shirt. Liam had never seen anyone more beautiful and then she looked at him with a shy glance and he had to bite back a groan. Just like that he was sporting a raging erection, his jeans tight around his crotch. The masculine pride he’d felt when her body had tipped over the edge around his...was the sexiest experience of his life to date.
