by J. J. Bella
Liam sat down and I joined him. We said nothing for a little while, simply taking in the magnificent view of New York.
"It's beautiful," I said.
"We're technically not supposed to be here," he said. "Park closes at eight."
"I knew that rebel I once dated couldn't have gone too far," I said with a smirk.
Liam chuckled and turned his attention back to the view, and we sat in silence for a time.
"It's good to have you back," he said. "Back in my life, that is."
My heart warmed at these words.
"I feel the same way," I said. "I just…can't get over what you've done with your life. I never would've guessed that the man I once knew would one day end up living this kind of life."
"People can change," he said, his eyes still on the city.
"But they can still stay the same…in some ways," I said, turning to look at Liam, his profile illuminated in the moonlight.
He turned to me, his eyes narrowed playfully. He smiled that wonderful smile, his beautiful features lighting up as he did. My eyes locked onto his, and some sort of strange energy, almost like a crackle of electricity, formed between us. I felt my mouth open slightly as I turned my body towards his
"In good ways, I hope," said Liam.
Then, he placed his hand on mine, and began moving closer to me. I knew what he wanted to do, and though I had my apprehensions, it was all I could think about.
"The best ways," I said.
And right as the last word left my mouth, Liam shut me up with a deep, hard kiss.
Chapter Thirteen
I fell into his kiss instantly. My body moved close to his, and I pressed myself against him. We kissed chastely at first, our lips staying closed as we did, but soon Liam's kiss became more aggressive. As he pulled me close and tight to his body, I was more than happy to let him take control. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I reciprocated, drinking in his kiss. His hands grabbed my hips firmly, but soon moved up along my curves, feeling every inch of me. I returned the favor, slipping my hands into his suit jacket and feeling the hardness of his upper body through the soft, smooth silk of his dress shirt.
Something came over me, and as soon as I reached his shoulders I grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled it off. He removed his lips from mine long enough to smirk, returning to the kiss within seconds. There was still a small, insistent voice that told me that this was a bad idea, that mixing business and pleasure, especially with someone with whom I'd had such a history, was a bad, bad idea.
But I didn't care. All I wanted was Liam. And from the way he kissed me, I could sense that I was all he wanted, too.
Once his suit jacket was off, things heated up quickly. Liam reached around my back, undoing the zipper of my dress. My fingers nimbly unbuttoned button after button, each one bringing me closer to the glorious sight of the body before me. Soon, I was at his belt, and I pulled his dress shirt out with a quick yank. I gave his upper body a long look, taking in the sight of his cut, chiseled abs, the sharp lines of his pecs, and his broad, thick shoulders.
Goddamn, he was sexy. As I drank his body with my eyes, I wondered for a brief moment just how I was able to keep my hands off of him for as long as I had.
Liam slid his hands beneath the back of my dress, the feeling of his touch on my skin beyond heavenly. He kissed me hard again, pulling the dress over my shoulders as he did.
"Be careful!" I said, becoming extremely conscious at that moment of just how much that dress had cost.
"Plenty of dresses in the world," he said in his low, buttery voice, my anxieties about such a silly concern melting away.
As he pulled the dress over my shoulders, his lips moved from mine, kissing me along my jaw and down the nape of my neck. Tingles spread over my skin as he did, and a smile formed my lips. I closed my eyes, taking in the wonderful sensation of his touch. As Liam kissed me, he moved the dress down to my waist, exposing my upper body. The night air was cool against my skin, and I pulled Liam close, listening to the sound of his lips on my skin and the slight evening breeze in the trees around us.
As he kissed me, I felt his hands move along the slopes of my hips, working their way up to the clasps of my bra. With a quick, deft motion, he undid the clasps, his hands moving up to my shoulders to pull down the straps.
He's always been good at that, I thought with a wry grin.
Soon, my bra was removed and my breasts were bare. He took his lips away from my body long enough to pull back and bring me under his gaze. I watched as his eyes flicked from my breasts, to my arms, to my stomach, finally coming to a rest on my face.
"I can't believe I'd almost forgotten how beautiful you are," he said.
"Well, now it's time to refresh your memory," I said.
He was clearly more than happy to do just that. Liam placed his hand on the small of my back and with the other, guided me down onto the grass. Setting my bra aside, he began to kiss my body once again. He started on my shoulders, moving down towards my breasts. Then, taking the flesh of my breasts into his hands, he placed his lips around the nipple of my left breast. The feeling was incredible. I sighed as I felt his tongue move over the sensitive skin of my nipple, both of them hardening as soon as he touched me. He sucked gently on my nipple as he licked, and moans escaping my mouth, my back arching slightly. After a time, he directed his attention to the other nipple, giving both breasts equal sensual attention
As Liam licked and sucked me, I moved my hand down low on his body, towards his crotch. Through his fabric, I felt the hard length of his cock, and as soon I registered what I was touching, I knew that I needed it right then. Liam continued to kiss me, his mouth now moving down to my stomach. He slipped his hands under my dress and pulled it down over my legs, removing it completely. Now I was wearing nothing but my black lace panties and heels.
I moved my hands to Liam's belt, fumbling with it with much less grace and skill than he'd employed to remove my bra. He helped me out, undoing my belt and pulling his pants down just enough to give me the access I craved. My eyes shot down to what he'd just exposed, my gaze settling on his cock straining against the fabric of his boxer-briefs. Some kind of strange, animal hunger overcame me as I looked down at his cock, and without thinking, I shoved my hand into his underwear and grabbed hold of his prick. A low sigh escaped my lips as I did; it was almost as if touching his cock brought me some kind of sweet, sensual relief.
But I wasn't going to be satisfied with just touching it. No, not at all.
I pulled Liam's pants and underwear down, his cock springing out as he did. I knew that his manhood was large, but I'd almost forgotten just how large. As I stared down at the massive shape of him, I found myself wondering just how I'd been able to accommodate that huge thing.
Only one way to find out.
Liam slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and off. Once they were long gone, he began to rub my sex with the side of his index finger, a smoldering pleasure flowing out from me as he did. He teased me like this for a time, only inserting his finger into me my I placed my hand over his and guided him in. Normally, I would've been patient like a good girl should, but I needed him right then and there.
He slid a finger into me and began moving in and out of me expertly. I moaned soft as he rubbed my clitoris, the pleasure already building. And as he touched me, I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, rubbing it in the way I knew he liked. I teased the end of his head with my fingertips, moving my grip down along his length.
"Goddamn," he said, his voice gruff and heavy with pleasure. "You haven't forgotten a thing."
"You either," I said, though my words were cut off by a quick snap of pleasure as he picked up the pace of his fingers moving inside of me.
We continued like this for a time, stimulating one another with our fingers and hands. But soon, I needed more, and by the sound of the moans escaping his lips, I could tell that Liam did too.
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nbsp; I spread my legs, wrapping them around Liam's waist and pulling him close. If this didn't send the message, I didn't know what would. Liam lowered himself onto me, and as his manhood moved close, I reached down one last time, taking it by the base and guiding it just where I wanted it to go. I placed the head of his cock right on the opening of my sex, and let Liam do the rest.
Then, with a slow thrust of his hips, Liam entered me. That old feeling, the one I had every time we slept together, that brief flash of fear as I wondered if he was going to be able to fit inside of me, returned for a brief moment. But it soon disappeared as he plunged fully into me, and soon he was completely sheathed inside of me. I dug my nails into the thick, hard skin of his back as he held deep within me, and sighed as I felt the warm wetness of his lips on my neck, kissing me lightly as he began moving in and out of me.
I knew right away that it wasn't going to take much for me to have the orgasm that I so desperately wanted. All of the passion that I'd been felt towards Liam that I'd spent so much time burying, keeping shoved away inside of me as I tried to pretend it didn't exist, came rushing to the fore of my thoughts. It fueled the sexual energy that flowed through me as Liam thrust into me over and over. My face tightened in a hard rictus of pleasure, and all I could focus on was the feeling of his cock entering me, filling me full and deep.
"Don't stop," I moaned. "Keep going, just like that."
Liam was happy to oblige. He kept going at that same pace, moving in and out of me, making me feel absolutely sublime. My orgasm grew from a distant pleasure to one that loomed as sure and bright as the skyscrapers in the distance. And just as Liam shifted his thrusting from slow, deep plunges to steady, hard pounds, I felt it break loose, my orgasm flowing through my body like magma, hot and thick. As I came, I pressed hard on his firm, round ass, guiding him over and over into that perfect spot that he hit with expert precision. I moaned, shrill little screams shooting out. I placed my hand over my mouth, attempting to stifle my screams. Liam looked deeply into my eyes as my orgasm ravaged my body, and I could sense that he was just about on the brink.
"Oh, cum for me baby," I said, the pleasure still rampaging through me.
That was all Liam needed to hear. The muscles of his upper body tightened, and his thrusting pace slowed as he came. I closed my eyes again, rubbing his body as I savored the feeling of him emptying himself into me. Liam grunted, shooting the last bits of his seed into my body. And when he was done, he collapsed on top of me in a hot, sweaty heap.
We laid like this for a time, holding each other's nude bodies, our eyes on the city beyond. Part of me wondered what all this meant, but I was able to shoo those thoughts for the time being. There was plenty of time to worry about tomorrow. Tonight, I had all that I'd wanted.
Chapter Fourteen
Once we were done with our…activities, Liam and I hopped back on his bike and made the trip back into the city. I spent the drive in a totally blissed-out state, savoring once again the wonderful feeling of having his body against mine as the city passed by.
Before too long, we were back at the apartment.
"Should we, um," I said, not sure of how to phrase the topic of where I should sleep.
"Let's try to keep this as normal as possible for now," he said, stepping out of his shoes. "And Olivia might be coming back tomorrow morning; I don't want to confuse the poor kid too much."
"Ah," I said. "Good call."
So, we both went off to our separate beds. I expected the night to pass restlessly as I wondered just what the hell I had gotten myself into. But to my surprise, I went out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up the next morning bright and early, taking a long, luxurious shower that I was almost afraid to get into for fear of washing Liam's lovely scent off of my body. Once I was clean and dressed, I went to the kitchen and made myself a pot of coffee. Liam must not've been up yet, so I had my run of the place. In the mood for a leisurely Sunday, I drank cup after cup, savoring each sip as I sat on the balcony, read the news, and watched the city slowly come to life.
I couldn't help myself and ended up checking the Hollywood sites to see what they had to say about Liam's project. Sure enough, it was getting some serious buzz. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I checked out the gossip sites for news about Liam and saw that one of the pictures was from last night as we were heading into that trendy restaurant. Liam looked like a conquering hero caught mid-stride, and I looked like a little twerp next to him, my eyes big and wide and my mouth opened unflatteringly in midsentence.
The writer of the article wondered just who this woman was spotted at the side of Liam Thorne as we headed into one of Manhattan's hottest restaurants. Thankfully, the only pictures were of us entering the restaurant; my stomach went sour at the idea of any pictures showing just what we'd gotten up to later in the evening.
Before I could consider the matter for too long, my phone lit up with a text from Sophia.
Hey, girl! Long time no talk!
I realized that I'd been so wrapped up with Liam and work that I'd totally forgotten to check in with her. I dialed in Sophia's number and she picked up right away. We got to chatting, with her wanting all the details about working with Liam, from the gossip about the celebrities to just what Liam was like. When the subject of Liam came up, however, I must've made a weird noise or something, because Sophia was all over it.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Um, we may have, um, gotten a little carried away with ‘catching up'."
"No. Way," said Sophia, her voice heavy with urgency.
Well, cat's out of the bag, I thought. I went into details, making sure to keep things PG.
"What does that all mean?" Sophia asked when I'd brought her up to speed. "Are you guys, like, back together or something?"
"No way," I said, my face turning red. "It was probably just a one-time thing. It was stupid, because now things are probably gonna be super awkward."
"Do you want it to be a one-time thing?"
To be truthful, I hadn't thought about it that far. It was too soon in the past for me to be considering anything like that.
"I have no idea. I mean, we already broke up once before."
"But he sounds like he's got his shit together. I mean, he owns his own company."
"Maybe," I said, standing up and pacing around the balcony. "But there's no way he doesn't have that old Liam down in there somewhere. You know, like how they say a leopard doesn't change its spots. Besides, why would he want anything serious with me? He's got every A-list actress in the city trying to get on his dick. I'm just some small-town nobody."
"Oh please," said Sophia. "How many times do I have to tell you what a bad bitch you are before you start to believe it?"
A little smile formed on my face. But before I could respond, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Simon Whittaker.
"Um, you have any idea why Mr. Whittaker would be calling me on a Sunday morning?"
"No clue," said Sophia. "Wait...I mean, I know he's been wondering how the shoot's been going. He probably just wants to check in."
"Yeah, you're right," I said. "OK, I should probably take this. Later, girl!"
"Bye!"
With that, I clicked over.
"Hey, Mr. Whittaker," I said, a little nervous.
"Call me Simon, young lady," he said in his languid British accent. "How's my little liaison doing on this lovely Sunday morning?"
"Um, just fine," I said.
"Good, good," he responded. "Well, as you know, part of this little arrangement that Mr. Thorne and I worked out is that you work as something of an intermediary between our two organizations. Which means that you keep me abreast of the goings-on with the production. But I haven't heard from you in quite some time. You haven't forgotten about ol' Simon, have you?"
I gulped. He was right: I'd gotten so involved with things here with Liam that I'd totally spaced on the fact that I was supposed to be checking in with Mr. Whit- I mean, Simon about
how the shoot was going.
"Sorry, Simon," I said. "These last few weeks have just flown by."
"Think nothing of it," he said. "But I will need a little update on the shoot. Are you free this afternoon?"
This wasn't really a request. I mean, not like I could tell one of the owners of one of the largest film production companies in the city that I couldn't meet him for lunch because I needed some me-time or something.
"Of course!" I said, keeping my voice chipper.
"Wondrous," he said. "I'll send you the address. Let's say around twelve-thirty?"
"Sounds good."
"Until then."
I hung up the phone and began regretting right away that I'd had so much coffee. Between the caffeine and the meeting, my heart was racing. I checked the time and saw that I had a couple of hours before I needed to leave. I went to my room and picked out something professional to wear, hoping as I got ready that Liam would wake up so I could talk to him about this meeting. I mean, all I really needed to do was tell Simon how things had been going, but still, Liam was such a cool, in-control guy that having him say that I didn't need to worry about anything was would need to hear to take my pulse down by about fifty beats per minute.
But as the time came to leave, Liam still wasn't up. He might've been in his office, but I didn't want to bother him with my dumb insecurities if I didn't have to. So, taking a deep breath, I was off. The restaurant was in Nolita, which was only about a twenty-minute walk away, so I decided to go on foot instead of taking the train.
After a nice walk, I arrived at the restaurant. It was a large, open space with lots of white and gold, the afternoon sun shining in and filling the space with some level of cheer. It was packed, and I could tell by the clothes that the clientele was just as wealthy as those at the place last night, though a different type of wealthy; the place last night had the people who stared in the films, and this place had the people who funded them. I scanned the sea of well-dressed men and women and spotted Simon, who was sitting at a small table near a window, a little glass of clear liquid in front of him.
