Falling For Liam (Falling Book 9)

by Tracy Lorraine

  Lifting my arms, I grasp at the tie around my waist that’s holding the top of my playsuit together, ready to up the stakes, but his growl stops me immediately.

  “Don’t.” His voice is deep, rough and totally in control.

  My fingers let go of the fabric and my hands fall back to my sides.

  He stalks towards me, eyes dark and dilated, lips parted, chest heaving. Something inside me tells me I should be scared. I’ve been the prey in someone else’s games before, but this is very, very different.

  Right now, I have no desire to run, to be the one to take charge of the situation. Instead, every inch of me is screaming to submit and allow myself to be swept away. It’s what I’ve wanted since the first moment I saw him, after all. It just feels like it’s taken us an age to get here.

  My body trembles as he continues to stare at me, daring me to tell him it’s too much, that he’s pushing me too far. I think he’s underestimated me. Hell, I think I may have been underestimating myself with my pathetic, boring life. This. This right here, right now, is what I want.

  What I need.

  Liam

  As much as I don’t want her to turn me away, I’m almost begging her to do just that. I’m not what she needs, I’m sure of it, but the longer I stand here, the more she dares me to make a move. I’m not sure she knows what she’s asking for.

  I give her two seconds before I’m on her. My lips meet hers and I secure her wrists behind her back with one hand as I walk us backwards. When we hit the wall, I lift her arms and pin them together above her head.

  Pulling back, I look down at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen and her chest heaving for breath. Fucking perfect.

  Finding her lips once more, I hike her leg up around my hip and grind my hardness against her, needing her to know exactly what she does to me.

  I kiss her until I’m breathless, my lungs scream for oxygen and I’m forced to stop. Releasing her lips, I kiss along her jaw then down her neck. Kissing, nipping and licking at every bit of skin I can. My hand slides up from her thigh, over her slim waist and up to her breast. She moans and her head falls back against the wall with a thud as I squeeze.

  “Fuck, Liam,” she breathes. The control I’m fighting so hard to keep almost snaps at hearing her moan my name.

  After allowing myself two seconds to compose myself, I release her hands and take a step back. Her wide eyes find mine. She thinks I’m stopping.

  No. Fucking. Chance.

  “I need more of you,” I say, going to the little knot of fabric around her waist that’s been driving me crazy all night. The knowledge that when, if, the time came, I’d get to unwrap her like a fucking Christmas present, was testing my fucking sanity.

  “Oh,” passes her parted lips as she watches my fingers make light work of the knot keeping the fabric on her.

  I unwrap the strap from around her waist before pulling it from her shoulders. It flutters down, exposing her full breasts to me. Tearing my eyes away, I look up to find her biting down on her bottom lip, looking unsure of herself.

  My hands move before I realise, and I have her chin in my grasp. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Don’t ever be embarrassed by your body. Ever. Got it?”

  She just about manages to nod. I expect her to question me, to say something about my actions, but instead she stands there, waiting for my next move. When it takes me a second to gather myself, I’m gobsmacked that she pushes her tits forward in invitation.

  How was I lucky enough to find this woman?

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I suck one of her pink buds into my mouth while my fingers pinch and tease the other. She mewls and moans above me, and my cock weeps for her. Pushing aside my own need, I focus on what’s in front of me. She might try telling me that everything’s okay, but I know all too well that she’s still haunted by what happened. It’s one of the reasons I’m afraid to show her what I really want. I don’t want to scare her off before we’ve even really started.

  “Oh my god,” she moans and I release her with a pop before kissing down her stomach. In seconds, I’ve found the little zip that’s keeping her outfit around her waist, and before I know it, I’m watching it fall down her legs until it’s pooled around her feet.

  Sitting back on my heels, I look up at her. She’s bare apart from her fuck-me heels and a tiny black lace thong. It’s like she knew exactly what would drive me insane.

  “I want you like this. Always, just like this.”

  She opens her mouth to respond, but she soon snaps it shut when my fingers wrap around the lace of her knickers and the sound of the fabric ripping fills the room.

  “So not exactly like that, then?” she says with a laugh, watching me drop the ruined underwear to the floor.

  “No, this is much better.”

  “Oh my god,” she squeals as I jump from the floor and lift her into my arms.

  “You’ve no fucking clue the things I want to do to you.”

  “I’ve got a few ideas of my own,” she admits as I drop her onto the bed.

  I watch her tits bounce as she settles and my mouth waters for more.

  Her gaze burns into me as I pull my shirt off, quickly followed by trousers until I’m stood in just my boxer briefs. My cock strains behind the fabric, desperate for some action.

  I watch as her eyes take in every inch of my skin before they come to rest at my crotch. Her focus flicks up to my face briefly, and she raises an eyebrow impatiently.

  Taking the hint, I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push the fabric down my thighs, all the while watching her reaction.

  Her eyes widen slightly as she chews on her bottom lip.

  “Do you approve?” I ask after her stare continues.

  “It’s a good start, I guess.”

  “A good fucking start?” I ask with a laugh, launching myself at her on the bed. She squeals and giggles—that is, until I climb on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head and her thighs between mine. “I’ll give you more than a good fucking start.”

  She swallows nervously and I drop down to kiss her. I release her thighs and the second she opens her legs, I find the space between and get settled. There may be a million and one ways I want to do this, but in reality, I couldn’t imagine anything better for our first time than her writhing beneath me as I make her scream my name.

  I feel the heat of her pussy long before I touch her. Taking my cock in my hand, I rub myself over her, feeling her wetness cover me.

  “Jesus,” I grunt as I try to hold back from just sinking inside her.

  “Liam, please,” she moans, and it physically hurts not to give her what she’s begging for. “Please. I’m clean, I promise. I’m on the pill,” she practically chants.

  I shouldn’t. I know damn well that I shouldn’t. It may have been a while, but that’s my one rule. But this is different. It’s Liv.

  In a moment of madness, I thrust forward. She sighs in pleasure and I grunt, trying like hell to hold back from pulling out and thrusting straight back in as hard as I can.

  Her walls clamp down around me and I feel every ripple of her body as she tries to adjust to the invasion.

  Chapter Twelve

  Olivia

  Liam’s always had an intensity about him. I knew when the time came that he was going to utterly consume me, but I never could have imagined this.

  I feel him slide into me painfully slowly until he’s as deep as he’ll go. It’s uncomfortable for a couple of seconds. Having a man inside me is an alien feeling after so long. But after a couple of slow thrusts, I start wanting to beg for more.

  His dark eyes stare down at me in complete awe. It amazes me because I’m not the one doing anything right now, yet he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Thankfully, he’s lost the sympathetic look from earlier. I couldn’t bare that.

  “Fuck, Liv. So fucking good,” he grunts as every muscle in his body pulls tight. It’s really quite a sight to behold. The sw
eet and quiet one of the group, it turns out, really isn’t that at all.

  His hair’s sticking up in all directions as sweat begins to bead his brow, and as desperate as I am to close my eyes as my release draws closer, I don’t want to miss a second of it. I want to see the moment he falls over the edge. I want the image of it imprinted in the back of my mind because I already know it’s going to be incredible.

  He lifts my legs on to his shoulders and I watch as he runs his fingertips over the straps that wrap around my ankles, the only things stopping me from being totally naked. His touch burns a trail on my skin as his movement inside me almost slows to a stop. It’s like he’s in a trance as he stares at the straps.

  But before long, his eyes find mine once again. Part of me wants to ask about his fascination, but the second he slides his palms under my arse and his cock hits the most blissful place inside of me, all my thoughts fall away in favour of just feeling.

  His hands trail over my body, teasing and building me higher with every touch, but when his thumb connects with my clit, I know it’s the beginning of the end. My toes curl as my release starts to claim me and he grinds his hips into me at the perfect time.

  “You’re going to scream my name,” he demands, but his words sound a million miles away as I begin to fall into a mind-numbing, Liam-induced bliss. Every muscle in my body tenses before my orgasm crashes into me. Light flashes behind my eyes and my body takes on a life of its own. I’ve no clue if I deliver on his demand or not, but I’m vaguely aware of Liam as he pistons in and out of me. Mostly, I’m flying.

  I’m just coming down when the most incredible sound fills my ears. My eyes spring open just in time to watch as Liam falls over the edge. His neck strains as he pounds into me. The first twitch of his cock reawakens my own release before his mouth drops open and his eyelids flicker with pleasure, but they stay locked on mine the entire time.

  Falling down beside me, he pulls me into his side as his chest heaves with exertion. After allowing himself a second or two to catch his breath, he props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me. An emotion pours from his eyes, one that I’m not comfortable trying to identify this early on. His hot palm lands on my cheek before the heat of this thumb runs along my bottom lip.

  “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice deep and rough.

  I can’t help but laugh. “You’re welcome?” I say, but it comes out as a question.

  “Thank you for not running,” he clarifies.

  “Why would I run?” My brows crease with confusion.

  “Nothing…it’s nothing.” His lips come down on mine and they cut off any questions I might have.

  It’s not long before I feel him hardening once again against my hip. “Already?” I ask when he releases my lips in favour of my neck.

  “You have no fucking idea, baby. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

  Millions of questions barrel into me, but I swallow them down for a more appropriate time, a time when his fingers aren’t slowly circling my entrance.

  I moan and arch my back off the bed. Liam’s eyes flash with delight as I practically thrust my tits in his face. He gives me a wicked smile before sucking one deep into his mouth. It’s so hard, I almost pull away, but the second he curls his fingers inside me, I detonate like a fucking rocket.

  * * *

  “I didn’t think I was ever going to be allowed to take them off,” I say when Liam sits up and starts undoing the knots keeping my shoes on.

  “Believe me, I considered it.”

  “You like them, huh?”

  His fingers stop and he looks me up and down from under his lashes. He may have just rocked my world—twice—but my stomach twists with desire from that one heated look alone.

  “I’ve…uh…got a thing for straps.”

  “Oh, really.” He drags his eyes away from mine and I get the impression he doesn’t want to talk about it, which is a shame. “Well, maybe you can tell me about it one day.”

  “Really?” he asks, his eyes finding mine once again.

  Sitting, I take his cheeks in my hands. “Really.” The smile he flashes me makes me want to drag his hands away from my feet and pull him back on top of me. Sadly, my need for the toilet stops me doing just that.

  “Do you want a drink?” Liam asks after gently placing my shoes on the floor like they’re made of glass.

  “Yeah, water would be great.”

  I watch as he pulls his boxer briefs on before turning and heading towards the door. My eyes stay focused on his arse as he moves.

  “I know you’re staring,” he announces when he pauses to open it.

  “Good. You’ve got a great arse.”

  “Not as good as yours,” are his parting words before the door closes softly behind him.

  I want to fall back on the bed and relive the last few hours, but I don’t have time for that. Instead, I jump from the bed and make my way to the en suite. My muscles pull like I’ve just had a serious session at the gym, and I’m reminded of my lack of…exercise lately. I can’t even pinpoint when the last time I had sex was. For someone who supposedly had a boyfriend, that’s horrendous.

  After doing what I need to do, I stand and stare at myself in the mirror. I’ve got black makeup smears under my eyes but it does little to distract from the bright shining blue beneath. I thought I looked alive and more like myself than ever before going out, but right now, the woman staring back at me is someone I’d almost forgotten. She’s got things to look forward to, a future full of promise and surprise.

  After freshening up, I swipe Liam’s discarded shirt from the floor and wrap it around my shoulders. Bringing the fabric up to my nose, I take a deep breath of him and I smile. This evening was everything I didn’t know I needed.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I allow myself to smile and relax. Right here, right now is exactly where I’m meant to be, and I can’t help thinking that if all that bullshit in Cardiff meant I got to have this, then it was almost worth it…almost.

  Dragging my bag from the floor where it fell some time ago, I dig inside for my phone. I’m convinced I’ll have messages from Nicole asking how tonight went. Conniving bitch—I can’t believe she set me up. Not that I’m ever going to hold it against her.

  My phone lights up and my stomach drops. Staring back at me is a number that I never thought I’d see again. Maybe it was naïve of me not to change my number when I got here, but I really believed running would be enough.

  My hands tremble as I swipe across the phone and then open the message. What comes up has tears stinging my eyes and bile burning my throat.

  Liam

  “Here you go, one glass of water,” I sing as I let myself back into the room, my wide smile still firmly in place. BJ found me in the kitchen as I filled glasses for both of us. One look at me stood in only my boxers with a goofy smile on my face and he knew exactly how my night had gone.

  “That’s what I’m talking about, dude!” he exclaimed as he slapped my shoulder. “Was she worth the wait?”

  “Too fucking right.” There was no way I was giving that fucker any details, but I knew he could read my joy all too well so there was no point trying to cover it up.

  “I’m so fucking glad. You know Dec and I were worried it might have fallen off.”

  “Fuck off, prick.” This wasn’t news to me. Both of them have mentioned it a time or two before when I showed no interest in pulling random women while we were out.

  “I need to call him,” he said, making a show of pulling his phone from his pocket. “He needs to hear that our boy doesn’t have a pussy, after all.”

  Shaking my head at his weirdness, I grabbed both glasses and headed back up to where my girl was waiting for me.

  One look at her and my heart drops. Fuck, I shouldn’t have left. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed her time to think. She’s regretting it, and my side of her bed’s still fucking warm.

  “Liv?” I ask, halfway to the bed.

 
She’s sat on the end, staring down at her hands, hiding behind her hair. I don’t need to see more to know. She’s about to turn me away.

  It’s another two seconds before her head moves and she looks up at me, but although her eyes look haunted, like I was expecting, she has a wide smile on her face.

  “Hey, what took you so long?”

  I stare at her for a beat, feeling like I’ve just been whiplashed. What the fuck’s going on? I know it’s been quite a while since I last had sex, but I’m pretty sure this insecurity on my part is a new thing.

  “Sorry, I…uh…got collared by BJ.”

  “Ah,” she says, dropping her eyes down my almost naked body. “Bet that was enlightening. Is there a reason why you’re still all the way over there?”

  “Uh…I guess not.” Handing her one of the glasses still in my hand, I place the other one down beside the bed and drop down next to her. “Are you okay?” I ask. Something seems really off, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

  “Couldn’t be better.” Her voice is a little empty, but when she places the glass on the floor and proceeds to throw one of her legs over me until she’s straddling my lap, I shamelessly put it to one side.

  “This definitely looks better on you than it does me.” I run my finger down the front of my shirt, popping the buttons to expose more of her body.

  “You think?”

  “Yeah, it’s not good enough to stay, though,” I announce as I undo the last one and push it from her shoulders. Resting back on my palms, I allow myself time to take in her naked perfection. The sight, along with the scorching heat from her pussy, has me hard in seconds. I’m never going to get enough of her.

  “Lift up a little.” She does as she’s told and it gives me just enough space to push my boxers down my thighs. My cock springs forward and she hungrily stares down at it, a wicked smile twitching at her lips.

  The thought of how incredible her mouth would feel has my hips thrusting up to find some friction.