by K. K. Allen
Confidence, Chelsea, I scolded myself. After a short exhale, I used both hands to grip the top of Liam’s sweats and slid them down over his boxer briefs. I peeled his briefs away next, inch by inch, until his cock sprung free right next to my mouth. My eyes widened, and for a second, I thought I might lose my nerve. Without thinking twice, my right hand wrapped around it. I was entranced by his size. Now I was intimidated for a whole new reason. How was I supposed to fit that thing inside me?
When I dared another look at Liam, he’d lost his smile and had replaced it with a hooded gaze.
“Chelsea, I’d like to introduce you to Willy, our dinner guest.”
23
Liam
I almost expected Chelsea to shy away from me after her introduction to Willy. Instead, the gleam in her eyes told me she was up for the challenge. Her hand was already wrapped around me when she looked back down and flicked her tongue out to lick her lips.
The wait was almost too much—I watched her while she gazed at my todger like she was contemplating her plan of action. Would she try to fit it in her mouth all at once? Would she work her way down to the base slowly just like I’d tortured her? Who knew? I would probably come as soon as she wrapped those pretty pink lips around me.
It was her tongue that made the first contact, swirling the tip before her mouth wrapped around it and sucked. Her lips smacked as she pulled away and dove right back in. Flattening her tongue on the underside of my base, she applied pressure against the vein. When her light-blue eyes snapped to mine, she started her ascent, running the tip of her tongue all the way up and wrapping her lips around me again, this time taking me deeper into her throat.
“Bloody hell, woman.” I gasped as I placed my hands on the back of my neck, doing everything I possibly could to contain my pending orgasm.
She started out almost hesitant but grew more confident by the second. Now, she was too good. Her hot mouth sent chills through my body. When her small hand started to stroke me as she took me until I hit the back of her throat, I lost all control. My climax came quickly, powerfully, and I managed to pull away from her mouth with enough time to decorate her neck and chest with my excitement.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growled.
I’d expected to come quickly. While I’d wanked myself off plenty of times, mostly to thoughts of Chelsea in a bikini, it felt like ages since I’d last slept with a woman. When I finally had Chelsea beneath me, I wanted it to last, hence the massive amounts of foreplay until the main course, which was coming up next. The way her eyes sparkled as she looked back at me, she knew it.
She sat on the bed, her naked body the sexiest I’d ever seen. With her light-pink nipples, her freckled skin, and her long red hair a tangled mess around her head, she was a vision I knew I would never get enough of.
“Don’t move,” I demanded with a point of my finger.
I walked to the bathroom to clean myself. Returning with a towel, I swiped off the droplets on her chest. Biting down on my smile, I tossed the towel aside and pushed her onto her back while placing my knee between her thighs and resting my palms on either side of her.
“You think you can handle me?” It was a tease, playing off Chelsea’s initial reaction to seeing me, and it made her smile too.
“I think I handled you just fine already.”
Touché. I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her in what I’d intended to be a quick peck before moving down her body again, but that wasn’t what happened. Once my lips touched hers, I wanted to memorize them, the soft lines and steep curves of her cupid’s bow. I wanted to explore her cool, minty mouth, the way her body reacted when I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked.
It seemed the feeling was mutual. While our kiss was agonizingly slow, our intensity grew by the second. And by the end, we were a pile of tangled limbs, hasty tongues, and bruised lips. If it hadn’t been for Willy waking between us, I probably never would have stopped.
In a quick maneuver, I rolled so my back was on the bed and Chelsea was above me. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and her palms pushed into my chest. It was like we didn’t need to speak another word. I reached between my legs and stroked my length slowly, hardening.
“Willy is up for the challenge, I see.” She grinned, making me jerk in my fist.
“Oh, he is, love.” Then I looked at her wet opening and bit my lip. “More than you know.”
Once we were aligned, she eased her body down around me, her mouth widening as a not-so-subtle moan shook her throat.
“F-uuuck.”
She quaked as she slid down around me, her muscles squeezing me like a death grip. Meanwhile, my breath was caught somewhere in my chest as my glance fell to her temporary tattoo. Not only was a gorgeous woman on top of me, but she was wearing my art.
A feeling of possession swarmed through my chest, my gut, my soul. That was when I realized that I wanted to call her mine, not just for one night. I wanted Chelsea Banks for as long as she would keep me.
My hands slid up her legs to reach her arse, and I gave it a good squeeze before lifting my hips to take her deeper.
My chest swelled when I saw the first bead of sweat form on her brow. She hadn’t even started riding me, but I knew my length was more than she’d anticipated. Even after going down on me, her body had to acclimate, and I thought I might go crazy waiting for her to do so.
I wanted to growl, scream, flip her over, and ram every last breathy moan from her beautiful body. I would let her take her time getting used to me, but after that, I had every intention of quickening the pace and fucking her without mercy. Patience did not feel like it was on my side in that moment, and I was getting ready to lose my mind.
With each nudge of my hips, she fell deeper and deeper until our bodies finally collided, and her lids fluttered closed.
“Holy shit, Liam. Your willy is so… girthy.”
As turned on as I was, I laughed at her compliment. At least, I thought it was a compliment. I’d certainly take it as one. “Yeah, well, your sally will get on just fine once you start moving.” I squeezed her bum.
“Did you just name my vagina?”
I groaned as her laugh shook her body. “I didn’t realize I’d done that, but I do like the sound of it. Your Sally, my Willy—it makes for a rather good team, don’t you think?”
She breathed out a sigh and circled her hips. “I’m more than happy to find out.”
In the next instant, our smiles were gone as Chelsea started to move above me. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who wanted to put forth their best effort. She eased up and down my length like a champ, using my chest as her leverage so she could quicken her pace.
Every now and then, she would come down to my base, and her eyes would roll into the back of her head like she was seconds from coming. The fact that I didn’t know when she would let go only riled me up more, bringing me closer to my own release.
I sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist while slipping a finger between her bum cheeks. Chelsea moaned as I applied pressure, then she rode me even faster while her breathing stuttered between her frequent high-pitched moans.
Meanwhile, my own climax was intensifying to a point where my head started to fog while my heart felt like it would punch straight through my chest.
“Liam,” she finally cried.
A burst of adrenaline pumped through me as I slammed my hips up into her, causing her head to fly back as I fucked her. My lids slammed closed, making everything go dark while my other senses intensified. I could hear every single sound that slipped out of her pretty throat as I moved her above me. I could smell the erotic scent of sweat and sex as our mouths collided, and I could feel her pussy as it convulsed violently around me. My own orgasm shot through me, filling her with everything I’d promised to give her, knowing that it would never be enough, and hoping that she felt the same.
24
Chelsea
When I walked into the Hogues’ kitchen the next day, Liam was leaning a
gainst the island, eating a bowl of puffy cereal. He looked up and raised a brow when he saw me, the spoon almost to his mouth. “Simon just left. He said you’d be here soon. Guess my shift is over.”
He flashed me a grin before taking a bite, and as tempted as I was to become mesmerized by his wet lips and strong jaw, I was distracted by what he’d just said. Simon had already left for the day, which meant the kids were in Liam’s possession.
I looked around the room to find the twins quietly sitting at the dining room table, drawing all over it with crayons. “What the—” I dropped the groceries I was holding at my feet and rushed over to them before they could do too much damage.
As I got closer to the girls, my panic deflated in my chest, and I halted behind them. They weren’t drawing on the table, not directly anyway. They were drawing on a large sheet of packing paper that covered the entire area. The girls’ eyes were already wide on me after hearing me yell. The poor things looked frightened, like they’d done something wrong.
I let out a slow sigh, rubbed the girls on their backs, and pushed out a smile. “False alarm. Keep up the good work.”
A chuckle floated up behind me. “Are you okay?”
I did a slow pivot to face Liam.
For so many reasons, I was not okay, not in the least. At some point in the middle of the night, Liam had sneaked out of the pool house. I shouldn’t have woken up at five in the morning to a sinking heart, especially since he’d done nothing wrong. It was what we’d agreed to—one night. And I’d gotten far more than I’d bargained for—a marathon of sex, more orgasms than I could keep track of, and the sight of the British Bachelor himself naked and sweaty and completely tuned into me.
The night was a lot of things, least of all disappointing, but that was exactly how I’d felt after tossing and turning once I realized I was alone in my sex-scented sheets. Ugh. I can’t think about last night right now. My eyes flickered to meet his, and my neck and cheeks immediately warmed. “I didn’t see the drawing paper, and I panicked a little.”
“A little?” Green eyes shone back at mine, Liam’s cocky lips tipping into a bigger smile. “And here I thought you’d be relaxed today.” He shrugged. “Not sure why.” Then, like an asshole, he winked and leaned down to pick up the bags I’d dropped.
I met him at the counter as he handed me items one by one and stared down at them curiously. When he reached the bottom of the first bag, he tilted his head. “Why are you buying Simon and Bridget’s groceries?”
I smiled. “I have a credit card for stuff like this. Bridget asked me to pick up dinner, and some of the stuff is for me for when I’m here and can’t get to the pool house.”
He nodded and started to unpack the next bag, stopping at the two balls of rolled-up dough. “What’s this?”
Biting down on my lip, I took them from him and set them on the counter. “Dough. I’m making pizza with the kids tonight.”
“You really like pizza, don’t you?”
I laughed, feeling my cheeks redden more. I hadn’t even thought about it until he said that. “What’s wrong with pizza?”
“Nothing at all,” he said, raising his hands above his head. “I like learning things about you. That’s all.” His eyes darted to where the twins still sat calmly coloring away, then he leaned in, brushing his scruffy cheek against my smooth one. “Like the way you sigh after you come.”
Oh my God, he did not just say that. I narrowed my eyes, ready to let him have it, but Brendan chose that moment to come running into the kitchen.
“I’m so hungry,” Brendan said before looking over the contents of my recent grocery trip. After a quick scan, he grabbed the bag of Hawaiian rolls and dashed back out of the room.
Liam closed the gap between us again, this time placing his hands on either side of me on the counter, caging me in. When I looked up, his face was right there in front of mine, so close I could practically feel him inside me. Obviously, not literally. But the feel of Liam’s Willy inside of my Sally was not something I would soon forget.
“I’d like to learn more about you tonight, if that’s all right.”
His voice was quiet, but that didn’t stop the rasp of it from tingling up my spine. “I think you learned enough last night. One time, remember, Liam? Or did my performance wipe your memory?”
He grinned and bit down on his bottom lip as laughter rocked him. “You give great blow jobs, love, but no one has ever managed to give me amnesia from one, not even you.”
I scoffed and tore my eyes from his. I couldn’t even look at the man without wanting to replay every second of our night together. “Then you remember our deal. There are reasons why we shouldn’t repeat it.”
“And what are those?” he challenged, narrowing his eyes.
I let out a laugh. Liam was unbelievable. He was really going to make me say it. “Because,” I started with all my energy on the word. “Neither of us can afford to start something, not with you heading back to London soon.”
His brows pushed together like he was confused. “Isn’t that why we should spend more time together? We hang out. We have fun. It doesn’t have to be a thing, Chelsea.”
My heart sank, but I pushed aside the disappointment I felt at his choice of words and shook my head. “That’s the problem. If we keep doing this, it will become a thing for me.” I searched his eyes, wanting him to understand. “I can’t just sleep with someone without getting attached, Liam. And—” My gaze flickered down as a sudden bout of bashfulness overtook me. “I think you’re someone I could get attached to quickly.”
If anything would scare away a man who only wanted to be a casual partner, it would be the truth. I inhaled a deep breath and looked back up to find his throat bobbing while he gazed over my shoulder in a daze.
When he finally met my eyes again, he shrugged, his expression completely nonchalant. “Fine. No more Willy for you. But we can hang out again, right? Like before?”
I laughed at his reference to his penis before settling into a smile. “Is that possible after what you did to my Sally last night?”
His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Of course it’s possible. We’ll just hang out without all the touchy-feely stuff.”
He was so calm about never touching me again. It irked me more than I wanted to admit. “I mean, I guess we can still hang out.” An internal battle raged inside of me, and I was desperately trying to stay strong.
“Really?” His grin was too irresistible to ignore.
My insides practically purred as I stared back at him, cursing myself for falling for his charm.
“So, tonight? There’s somewhere I want to go, and I want you to come with me.” His hopeful smile tugged at my heart.
“I’m working all day. I’ll probably be tired.” I swallowed. It took every ounce of strength to not jump on his offer. “Where do you want to go, anyway?”
Liam bit his bottom lip and pushed off the counter. “You’ll find out tonight.”
Panic shot through me like a cannon. “I didn’t agree to come.”
He winked. “You didn’t disagree either.”
“Liam,” I scolded. He wasn’t listening to me at all.
He sighed, a smile still playing on his lips. “An innocent night out, that’s all I’m asking for. Just consider it.” Then he walked off, leaving me to ponder his request while tending to Elizabeth and Eleanor for the rest of the day.
I joined the girls at the table, but their attention span for coloring was just about at its limit, so we cleaned up and went to their room for a tea party in their pink tent. During tea, Elizabeth decided all the stuffed animals and dolls should join in on the fun. Meanwhile, Eleanor pulled me over to her closet to help her try on princess dresses. The girls and their imaginations always astounded me. Hours passed, and we’d done nothing but play pretend games and speak in funny voices, giggling throughout the day.
“Chessy, help.” Elizabeth bounced over, her white puffy dress on upside down, and I laughed before helping
her put it on the right way.
“Chessy, I want a dwess too.” Eleanor’s jealous eyes were wide on her sister as she left her tea party to look in her closet.
“How about this pretty blue one?” I pulled the dress out of the closet and turned to look at the three-year-old, whose face was scrunched up in disapproval.
“No, not dat one.”
I put it back and tapped my lips, trying to play along with her wardrobe selection, then I gasped. Plucking a yellow dress from the closet, I turned back to Eleanor and squatted to her level.
Her eyes were almost as big as her head, and she clapped with glee. “Yes.”
I helped her put it on over her clothes then took pictures of her and her sister to send to Simon and Bridget.
When it was time to make dinner, the girls insisted on keeping the dresses on and taking the tea party downstairs. So, we made homemade pizza with princess dresses on and teacups in front of two of our stuffed dinner guests, who the girls managed to entertain the entire time.
Brendan and Liam, who had been playing video games in Liam’s room, walked in at just the right time. The kitchen was a mess. Flour and pizza sauce was everywhere, in the girls’ hair, on their clothes, and all over the counter. Laughing, I picked them up from their stools and set them down in front of Brendan. “Do you mind getting them cleaned up for dinner? I’m going to pop the pizzas in, then we can eat in twenty minutes.”
“Sure thing,” Brendan said with a grin, then he looked down at the girls and laughed. “I hope that sauce comes out.”
I made a face, hoping the exact same thing. “I’ll throw them in the wash to try to salvage them.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, lifting the girls into his arms. “I’ll do it.”
And with that, the three of them made their way up the stairs, leaving a snickering Liam behind.
I swiveled around, narrowing my eyes in a glare as I walked over to put the pizzas in the oven. “What’s so funny?”
