“Oh, no! I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I reach up and touch his nose as he squeezes one eye shut for a quick second.
“I’m good, I’m good. What’s going on with this thing?” he asks, still fidgeting with my bra.
“It’s broken.”
“Bras can break?”
“Yeah, it’s super annoying.” More so when I can’t undo the damn thing myself either. Liam becomes impatient and pulls it up, sliding it over my head as my breasts slap against my ribcage. I feel like my nipples have been torn off, but it’s cool. Totally hot, actually. I’m doing the beached whale move as I try to kick my panties off and finally do end up kneeing him in the balls.
A grunt followed by a soft moan tells me I’ve done a little damage, and he falls to the side, pulling his knees into his chest. “I’m sorrrrrrry,” I whine. “It’s been a while, I guess.”
“Been a while?” He tries to laugh, but I think he’s still in pain. “When’s the last time you’ve taken your own clothes off?” Yeah, he has a valid point there.
I cover my eyes, feeling a bit mortified.
“Don’t be embarrassed. This happens to everyone.” That sounds like another great book title to consider.
“No, it doesn’t,” I argue.
“Just relax,” he whispers as he slithers down the center of my body, dragging his lips down to the bareness below. Liam’s stubble slowly scrapes against my inner thighs as he kisses up and down before centering his attention on the throbbing sensation inside of me.
Before making any sort of contact, which I might cry for in a minute, he lifts his head, tearing the sheets away. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve been with, and I don’t think I care, but I hope you can handle what I want to give you.”
I’m seriously going to finish before he even touches me if he says one more thing like that.
“Okay,” I whimper.
His hands press against my knees, forcing them apart and down, nearly flat against his bed. He places his weight on top of them and laps me up from one end to the other, making me cry out. His hand slides under my tailbone as he lifts me off the bed, angling me in an odd way. Strange as it is, though, I trust whatever he’s doing. I’m not going to fight it, at least.
His tongue presses inside of me, twisting and turning around my clit, gently grinding back and forth causing only a pleasurable type of agony. He sucks in and blows cool air into me as his scruff continues to scratch the inner lining of lips.
My body moves on its own at the loss of control. He’s driving the pleasure and governs everything inside of me. As his tongue continues pulsating inside, his finger explores an area no one has ever gone near.
I’m nervous for only a moment as he wets the tip of his finger with the excess of what my body is offering him and presses it into the other free space below. Um, that’s my ass hole.
Scared and kind of loving it simultaneously, there is only a long five-second span of time that I can hold myself together. My cries have turned into screams, and I’m thrusting against him with every ounce of energy I have left. He presses his finger inside a little higher, placing pressure where his tongue meets on the other side, and I release into a puddle of nothing—panting, whimpering, hoping to God there is more where that came from because holy hell, I think I might have just died and gone to orgasm heaven.
He pulls his face away, wiping his mouth off on his arm.
“Do you want a towel?” I ask him, knowing he’s not only wiping my she-cum off on his arm, but his finger was just all the way up there. Now, a minute after the fact, I kind of shudder at the thought.
“That’s all you have to say,” he laughs.
“You stuck your finger up my butt . . . so I’m not exactly sure what the etiquette response is for that.” Why am I not embarrassed to say this out loud? This man literally just fingered my asshole, and I’m totally cool with it.
“Thank you works,” he says with a sexy grin.
“I don’t prefer to say thank you with my words right now. I’d like to show my gratitude.”
Liam doesn’t struggle to switch positions with me as I end up straddling him, getting a better look at his impressive size, which was way smaller in my imagination. The only thing going through my mind now is how much that’s going to hurt me.
“Has anyone ever told you how gifted you are?” I ask, probably blushing at the same time.
“Yeah, every dude who towel-whipped me in the locker room throughout college.”
“Ouch,” I laugh.
“I’m not as talented as you are, so I want to set your expectations low.” I feel like it’s a fair disclaimer because I’m not sticking my finger up his butt. “I don’t think I’m very rough like you are, either.” Nor should I be down there after I just kicked him ten minutes ago.
“Oh,” he says, letting his unfinished thought linger. “I wasn’t trying to be rough back there. I was just warming you up.”
Speechless. I’ve just ended up in a situation I didn’t consider. “Everything is an experience,” my professors would always say. Even getting butt fingered I guess. Maybe I should offer it in return. I don’t want to be rude . . .
“Look,” he says. “Just looking at you in this position could get me off.” His hands reach up and cup my dangling breasts as he squeezes firmly.
I kiss my way down to his massive one-eyed monster, which under normal circumstances is not a metaphor I would use for a penis, but in his case, it seems appropriate. I observe it for a moment, softly stroking him with my fingertips before going down. I shouldn’t be trying to figure out if my mouth is wide enough for his size, but I think I’d feel a little better knowing it is before he tries to get that thing inside my precious peach that has gone unscathed for a year. I clench and sort of ache at the thought.
My lips barely fit around his girth but as I relax, my throat opens, and I impress myself with my capabilities, licking, sucking, twisting, and squeezing his balls gently in my hand as I jerk him off with my other. I hear him huffing and grunting, grabbing the headboard of his bed and rattling it against the wall. His legs turn into stone beneath me and his breaths are hard and furious. Now or never, I guess.
I remove my hand from his balls and dip it down until my fingers part his cheeks. Umm. I—I’m not loving this, but I poke one finger up, and he jerks upward into my mouth, letting his warmth slither down the back of my throat like a warm cream. Of course, I gag because the entire head of his penis is kind of lodged in my throat or feels that way, and I end up squeezing his shaft a little too firmly as I involuntarily spew his cum all over him and his sheets. No, no, no, no. Oh no. I suck. No, I can’t even suck at sucking. I just spit all over him after putting my finger up his butt. Who am I? What the hell am I doing right now?
It all happens very quickly, but he pulls me off him and brings me up to face level, laughing softly. “You are something else.”
I close my eyes, embarrassed to look him in the eyes. How am I going to look at him after this? What if we end up hating each other in a week, and I have to pass by him daily for the rest of the summer knowing he’s the only person in the entire world to have his finger up my butt? What have I done?
“I’m not done with you,” he says. For some reason, this scares me, but whatever can erase the memory or cover up what just occurred, I might be up for.
He returns me to my back and yanks my legs over his shoulders, thrusting into me before I have a moment to panic over his eggplant width fitting into my little peach-size hole. Even after spitting his ejaculation juice all over him, I’m still pulsating from the last orgasm, but at this rate, I might be happy dying from an overdose of Liam’s encouraging orgasms.
Feeling an intense amount of resistance and stretching, he presses his non-butt plunging finger into his mouth and drags it down the length of his tongue, using it as a lubricant to spread me apart more, creating space for his painfully amazing size. His thrusts are slow but move effortlessly through the sea of wetness my body ha
s prepared for him. His fingertips pinch into my ass as he moves in and out at a slow pace. Already ramping up for another round of bliss, I grab the rungs of his headboard, holding myself still so my body doesn’t move along with every movement he puts into me. “You just made my vibrator sad,” I groan.
“You just made me happy,” he responds, grinning down at me with an untamed look in his eyes.
Without asking or warning, he flips me over onto my knees and slaps my ass pretty hard, allowing the sting to spread before pressing himself inside of me. This time, I feel the girth but focus more on the remnants of the sting more. The second he re-enters me, he reaches around my body and pinches my clit between his fingers, forcing my body to buck against him. I cry out as I pierce my fingernails into his satin sheets.
“Easing the pain is important, but distraction is always key,” he groans. His hands are locked on my hips, and he continues to work me like a mechanical bull, holding on tight and not letting go until his warmth fills me entirely, then pulls out and leaves a trail over the base of my back and ass.
He flops down to the side of me and turns me onto my side, kissing me gently. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” I breathe heavily.
“I’m pretty sure we both need to take a shower now,” he says.
“Oh, damn,” I play back.
He lifts me up and quickly runs us into the hall, where we are greeted by Samantha and Daniel.
So, things just got awkward . . . again.
Even though I have cum dripping down the bottom of my back and into my butt crack, Liam is also butt naked with a boner the size of Texas, and the only thing I’m thankful for is the fact that my breasts are pressed up against Liam’s chest.
“Oh my God,” Samantha finally says. “I knew it.” She’s so proud of the accusations she must have been building up in her head about us.
“Uhh,” Daniel says, turning away and scratching at the back of his head.
“It’s a good thing we already put Dylan to bed.” Samantha is in hysterics, and I guess I should be more thankful for that than if she were pissed. Dylan very easily could have seen this, and that would have been hard to explain. Hard is putting this situation mildly, of course. “Daniel, I really think I should go into matchmaking. Look at these two.” Samantha is out of her mind and way too excited about this. Plus, we’re naked, and oh my God, how are we still standing here like this. Are we really going to have a conversation right now? And why hasn’t Liam run back into his room with me and closed the door? I’m sort of at his mercy here. Oh yes, Samantha’s blocking my bedroom door, where the shower is. Why doesn’t Liam have a bathroom in his room? How did that work out? The Universe wanted this, that’s why. Nothing can be normal and uncomplicated in my life, especially when it comes to sex.
“Could you excuse us?” I finally pipe up, wanting to bury my face in Liam’s shoulder.
“Okay, okay, sorry, but how long has this been going on? I just need to know.” She’s literally rubbing her hands together right now, eating every bit of this up.
“Today,” Liam mutters.
“You listened to me, didn’t you?” she says, clapping her hands with a smile as she presses a finger into his shoulder. “You can tell me I was right tomorrow. I’ll let you get back to, well, whatever you were in the middle of.” She sighs loudly and proudly but doesn’t move. “You know, Daniel and I used to like to switch rooms midway too. There’s something exciting about a change of scenery while you’re in the moment. Right, honey?”
I think she finally notices that Daniel is gone when he doesn’t respond, so she turns and makes a beeline to their bedroom. “He’s lost a bit of his spunk. I’m betting this scene is making him uncomfortable.” This scene is making me uncomfortable, so I’m with him on that.
“Sam,” Liam says.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Eek! I’m so excited.” She moves away from in front of my bedroom doorway and sweeps her arm out as if she were inviting us into the bedroom. I don’t want her to see the cum sliding down my back right now.
“Sam,” Liam says again.
She giggles and finally closes herself into her bedroom.
Before she can come back, Liam tears open the door to my bedroom and closes us inside. “God. She was shitfaced. There’s a slight chance she may not remember any of this in the morning,” Liam says.
“And Daniel? I don’t think he was too drunk, definitely not that drunk,” I tell him.
“Yeah, there’s that, but they’re super open, and I doubt it will be a big deal. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Liam is totally trying to pacify this situation. I’m sure he has no clue that being caught by an employer, having sex with another member of the staff, in the employer’s house, is by far the most mortifying thing that has ever happened to me.
“Your semen is dripping into my butt crack,” I remind him.
Liam is now in hysterics and has to put me down to regain his composure. “You have a way with words,” he says when he finally catches his breath.
I take the opportunity to run into the bathroom and head right for the shower, cranking the hot water on as high as it will go. Why couldn't I have been the drunk one? I have no clue how I’m going to look at them tomorrow.
I hear the door of the bathroom open and close. “I thought I told you to turn the vent on,” Liam says. Of course, that would be the only thing he’d be thinking about at this moment—the vent. He hits the switch, and I hear it rumble above my head.
When Liam opens the shower door to join me, I suddenly feel way more naked than I am, even though that isn’t possible. The light is beaming down on us, and I feel eyes boring into every part of my body as if I were a piece of art. “So, shower sex looks like it’s going to be a therapy session instead,” he says, seeming disappointed.
“Really? I’ve been working here less than a week, Liam. You’ve been here for fifteen years or whatever. That was mortifying.”
“Fifteen years? Wow. Yeah, I haven’t been living here since I was ten.”
I drop down onto the stupid little bench thing and lean my head back against the wall, totally exposed, trying to forget about my nudity and replace it with concern for what Samantha and Daniel think of me. “They’re going to think I’m easy . . . or sleazy. I don’t know which is worse.”
“Nothing really wrong with either, in my opinion.”
My head falls to the side as I give him a sour look. “I’m not either.”
“You sure are horny,” he replies way too quickly.
“No, I’m not. I’m completely normal.” I’m not sure what I even mean by that. It sounds like I go around asking other twenty-two-year-old girls how many times a week they either get fucked or masturbate. That’s the only way I could classify myself as normal.
“Eh, that’s debatable.” Liam, turns his back to me, showcasing his perfect, hairless—just how I like it—ass, as he pours shampoo into his hand and lathers up his short, caramel hair.
“Do you have any pride?” I ask him.
He glances over his shoulder at me and tries to look at his ass. “Tons. Look at that thing!”
“It’s hard to see much else in here,” I reply.
He agrees complacently and continues soaping up his hair. His cocky, unfazed attitude toward what just happened pisses me off a bit—maybe more than a little bit—enough to want to match him in this unsaid pursuit.
I take the side wall shower hose I enjoyed earlier and quietly turn the dial up to the highest massage setting. Acting quickly, I spray it right up his perfect ass.
“Holy fucking mother of hell. Shit, what the fuck?” he screams.
Laughter is pouring out of me, uncontrolled, and unstoppable. That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in the longest time. He’s still staring at me with wide questioning eyes, but I can’t stop laughing. I feel like I may have just won, so simply, yet so perfectly. “Sorry, it slipped,” I manage to burst out.
“The shower hose slipped off the wall, and the massage dial slippe
d all the way to the right?” Oh, he’s got a sexy, raging look in his eyes, and I’m loving it. I know I’m pushing his buttons, and I have no intention of stopping.
“Yeah, it can happen. Obviously, because it just did.” I’m smiling. There’s a lot to smile about now.
“You just shot hot water up my ass with a high-speed massage setting. Do you have any clue what that feels like? How would you like an enema right now?”
“Well, I don’t know what it’s like to have hot water sprayed up my pride-filled ass if that’s what you’re asking.”
Liam snatches the hose out of my hand quicker than I’m able to react. “You seem to think you’re going to get away without finding out?” he says, grinning sinisterly. I know Liam is all about games, and I can tell by the challenging gleam within his sea-green eyes that he likes to win.
He turns the dial on the hose back up to the setting I shot him with, and he grabs my arm, pulling me from the bench. I have my free hand in front of my butt, preventing him from the payback he thinks I deserve, but as if he were skilled at disarming a person, he manages to trap both of my wrists within the grip of his right hand.
“Are you scared?” he asks me.
I’m clenching so hard I must have cottage cheese dents all over my poor butt that I try so hard to keep in shape.
“Relax, baby, I promise you, it’s just payback,” he says, whispering into my ear.
A fit of laughter pours from my throat, and it causes me to loosen my clench, which can’t happen right now.
He laughs with only his breath as I feel the water shoot up my poor little-puckered hole. His hand releases my wrists as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them together.
After fighting and bearing the pressure, I relax. In fact, I more than relax, I’m thrusting against the water, feeling nothing but pulsating joy. “That’s what you get for screwing with me,” he says.
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