by Avery Wilde
He caught my errant hand and I turned to face him, his eyes questioning and uncertain: did I do right? Is this okay? I answered him with a kiss, stretching up on the tips of my toes to reach his warm mouth, my soft body pressed against the hardness of his muscular torso. That was my answer—it’s goddamned perfect.
I felt his hands on my back, pressing me against him, and then those hands slid down to my waist. He took hold of the hem of my T-shirt and I raised my hands to let him slip it up over my head. Then he kissed me again, as if he could not bear even the few seconds apart that undressing required, and I did the same for him, struggling a little to get his T-shirt over his outstretched hands as our lips clashed in a war of passion, tongues entwining and fighting for domination.
I felt the heat of his eyes on my body, drinking in every curve, and I returned the favor, my gaze tracing a smoldering trail over the hard, delineated muscles, the washboard abs, and further down…
Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed the waistband of his pants and knelt, pulling them down as I went. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man in my life, my desire now so potent that it seemed to have a cutting edge to it. For an inexplicable moment I even thought I might cry. With gentle hands, Liam drew me up and kissed me again, first on the mouth and then across my cheek and down my neck. As he did so he kicked off his shoes and socks. He was now naked against me, and the thought made my mouth go dry as another part of my body became decidedly wet.
Still gentle, his hands surprisingly smooth, Liam lifted me, taking my weight with ease in his strong arms, and he sat me on the edge of the little announcer’s table. He kissed me yet again but I pressed him back—I wanted to see him.
There was a lot to admire about Liam from a physical point of view—he kept in fantastic shape for his job, and genetics had taken care of the rest. And yet, what I found most appealing and instantly attractive in the perfect male specimen before me was not the chiseled muscles or other remarkable attributes, but the slight nervousness in his eyes. Liam Croft, who had been with so many women—so many models and actresses—still worried about disappointing me in some respect. Me!
This was a Liam Croft that very few had ever seen. In fact, I wondered if I might be the first.
I found myself eager to take the same step he had, to submit myself to his scrutiny as he had to mine; to be as nervous and worried but still comfortable in his silent presence. I reached behind my back and unclipped the clasp of my bra, removing it and letting my breasts spill free of the confines. Liam’s breath seemed suddenly audible, his arousal obvious in more ways than one. He came to me and brought his lips to mine, and I kissed and bit back at him in my feverish passion. His hands were on my hips now, searching for the waistband of my sweatpants, and I kicked off my shoes in readiness, keen for him to remove the final obstacle between us.
The shoes hit the floor. They were followed not long after by my sweatpants and finally my panties, which Liam had drawn down my legs. As he did so, his fingers grazed my skin and just this light contact sent electric shocks of pleasure through my whole system. God, just how much better could it get? Liam looked up at me, and I looked back, the whole situation suddenly crashing in upon us. It all still seemed so perfect.
So right.
“Oh, god…” I murmured as he leaned down, taking my lips in his.
I was surprised all over again at how soft they were, how gentle and yet forceful his embrace was. Our tongues danced, and I wrapped myself around him, feeling the fire between us raging ever stronger. I loved being this close to him and feeling his heat, the warmth of his breath on my throat, the touch of his fingers on my soft skin. I pulled away, and my eyes traveled down his body, then back up to his lips and eyes.
His gaze did the same. “Jesus…you’re so fucking hot,” he murmured.
From the way he was looking at me right now, I believed it.
Liam leaned down, kissing my neck along the length of my collarbone, and his hands swept up my body to knead my breasts. He finally lowered himself to my stiff nipples and took one in his mouth. I gripped the edge of the announcer’s table as he licked my sensitive bud, and he sent shivers of sensation shooting up and down my body as his mouth worked away at me. I lifted one arm from the table and brought my hand down on his head, running my hands through his hair and pulling him harder against my body.
I sucked in a deep breath as he moved to my other breast, and he teased it for a second, licking and sucking on it until he drew a long moan from my lips. And then he moved down, his fingers easily working my body like I was an instrument, pulling soft sighs from my mouth. I leaned back on the table as his mouth reached my inner thighs. It tickled, and every hair on my body stood up in anticipation.
I looked down at him, and for a moment he looked up at me from between my legs. I knew he could see the fiery desire in my eyes, and he grinned and then gently spread my thighs. For a moment I remembered that I hadn’t shaved or waxed in quite some time, and I felt a tinge of embarrassment.
But Liam didn’t care at all. He leaned down, buried his face between my legs, and then I felt his hot tongue running up my center, making my legs tremble like mad. They shook so much that I nearly lost my balance and fell off the damn table, but I gritted my teeth and tightly held onto the edge.
“You taste so good,” he growled, pulling away and looking up at me for a second.
Then he returned to teasing me, planting soft kisses around my center and occasionally letting his tongue dart out against my clit. I threaded my fingers through his hair again and gently pulled, desperate for more, and he finally started to lick me in earnest, settling on my clit and flicking his tongue from left to right.
I was instantly in paradise.
“God…yes,” I moaned.
Liam moved a finger to my entrance and ringed it as his tongue teased my clit, and then he slowly slid it inside me. I groaned, reflexively tightening my muscles up at the sensation, and when he began to move his finger in a beckoning gesture against my front wall, I couldn’t help but sigh and moan loudly at the sudden storm of sensations. I was falling apart on the table, and he kept playing with me; licking me like there was no tomorrow. Even though it was chilly in the announcer’s booth at this time of night, my temperature was steadily rising, and he slid a second finger into me, drawing another long groan from my mouth. He fingered me faster, tongue lapping at my clit to the same rhythm, and I was completely at his mercy. If he stopped, I might just die.
“Please…keep doing that,” I whispered. “God, just like that.”
His movements grew harder and faster, and soon I was shaking and buzzing all over the table. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t stop!”
Pleasure suddenly crashed over me, radiating out from my core and flooding all the way down to my toes. I cried out, writhing and squirming, and then I was finally returning to Earth, seeing stars in front of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.
Liam moved up my body, holding me steady on the table, and he grinned as he saw the blissful state I was in.
“Anyway, if you’re done, I better be getting home,” he joked, and I vehemently shook my head.
“Don’t you dare, mister!” I said.
With that, I sent my hand down between us and grabbed his thick cock, and he groaned as I began to slowly pump it up and down. Pulling away for a second, I carefully repositioned myself on the table, making sure there was no chance of me falling, and then I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth. I sucked on it, swirling my tongue over it, and he groaned and pressed further forward, making me take him deeper into my mouth. I wasn’t going to complain about that. No way.
I was heady and urgent with lust, and I worked him as hard and fast as I could, sliding my tongue up and down his shaft as I bobbed my head back and forth. He seemed to groan extra loudly when I flicked my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head of his cock, so I kept doing it every so often, teasing him before sliding more and more of him down my
throat.
His thighs tightened; body tensing. “Shit, you’re good at this…you’re gonna make me cum.”
I wanted to make him cum, but at the same time, I wanted more than just this. I needed him inside me. I gave him one last teasing lick, and then I slowly pulled away, looking up at him from the table with lust-filled eyes.
“Do you have a condom?”
He nodded, returning my passion-filled gaze, and then he quickly reached down to the floor and into the pocket of his pants.
“Knew this was going to happen, huh?” I said teasingly as he fished a condom out of the pocket.
He grinned, a twinkle lighting his eyes. “Nah. I’m just always prepared. I had no idea this might happen.”
“Sure, sure…”
I caught a whiff of latex as he pulled out the slippery condom and pinched the tip before unrolling it down his shaft. He was so thick and long that it didn’t reach all the way down to the bottom, but before I could stop to gape at his size once again, his lips were back on me for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was like he wanted to taste every last inch of my body; as though there was nothing else in the world he would ever want to do.
It seemed a little arrogant and probably naïve to think like that, but it was honestly what it felt like. I looked him in the eyes as he pushed my legs further apart, and then I sucked in a breath of air.
“Do it,” I whispered. I gasped when I felt his tip at my entrance, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, shutting my eyes and clenching my teeth as I felt him stretch me with the head of his manhood.
For a fleeting moment I feel a hint of a sting, but then it faded into the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Liam went slowly at first, sliding gently in and out of me. My breathing quickened, and I reached up, pulling his head down to mine before locking my lips with his. He withdrew his cock and then pressed back inside in one hard movement, and I groaned into his mouth as he filled me up so completely.
Already I could feel that heady pressure building up inside me again. I reached around him with one hand, the other desperately clinging to the table, and I clamped onto his hard ass, pulling him into me, harder and harder.
“God, you’re so tight,” he growled. “You have no fucking idea how hot you are…”
He wrapped his arms around my back and hips, and I moved my legs around his waist, controlling his speed and depth. With every movement, I could feel his hard, tensing muscles, and I leaned my head back, allowing him access to my throat. He kissed me before trailing his tongue down from my ear to my collarbone, and I moaned, overcome with sensation again.
“Faster,” I gasped.
He obeyed my command, and in no time I was writhing beneath him, eyes clamped tight as another wave of pleasure washed over me. My mind was lost as his lips hungrily claimed my skin again and again, and I trembled, moaned and sighed at his touch. My eyes snapped open a moment later as he pulled himself out of me, and I stared at him indignantly until I realized he wasn’t stopping. He just wanted to move.
I let him help me off the table, and then he spun me around. I arched my back and pressed my hands against the table for support, and I felt his fingers on me from behind. He rubbed my clit, kissing me down my back, and then I felt his tip at my entrance again. He slowly entered me, and I gasped out loud, gripping the table as hard as I could. Liam felt even bigger inside me in this position, and he eased into me, giving me time to get used to it. A moan escaped my lips, and then he began to fuck me harder and harder. His fingers slipped around to my front, and he rubbed my clit as he slammed in and out of me. Every single nerve ending was on fire, and I gasped and moaned, my breaths coming even shorter and faster now.
His fingers were absolute magic, and the sensation of being so utterly filled by his cock was almost too much.
“Yes…oh, god…keep doing that,” I cried out, and soon I was right there again; right on the edge of my climax. The hot ball of pleasure inside me was about to explode, but Liam distracted me by pulling out and whispering something in my ear, leaving me hanging and desperate for more.
I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him, my mouth hanging open in a soundless gasp, and I saw a wicked gleam in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows in a question, and I saw his gaze dart towards the microphone on the announcer’s desk, which, at the flick of a switch, would broadcast our sounds to the whole stadium.
I didn’t hesitate. I leaned back and flicked the switch.
I’d never thought of myself as being loud in bed; enthusiastic, yes, but that was just polite. Tonight, I knew I’d been more vocal than usual, but that wasn’t my fault, that was all Liam’s doing—the passion, the pleasure and the whole situation in fact, had raised matters to such a fever pitch that all that energy had to go somewhere, and releasing it as cries, squeals and a whole bunch of other noises I couldn’t give names to seemed the only option. But even with that caveat, I wouldn’t have said that I was ‘noisy’.
It was also possible that once I knew the microphone was on and that the sounds of our lovemaking were being broadcast to the empty stadium—and probably the streets nearby—I might have, albeit unintentionally, become a little louder.
I guess there’s a closet exhibitionist in all of us…
But still, I would never have credited myself with being that loud. Of course, amplification helped, but when Liam and I reached a final exhaustive climax, the noise sounded almost more than the speakers could stand.
“Oh…god!” I cried, pushed off the edge again, lost for a moment in between two worlds.
Ecstasy came crashing down onto me, so intense that I almost stopped breathing altogether, and I squeezed my muscles around him, legs quaking in bliss. Liam let out a long sound of pleasure and bottomed out one last time inside me, and I knew he’d reached his own climax.
After he’d pulled out and disposed of the protection, he picked me up and gently lay me down on the carpet next to him. I lay against him for what felt like an eternity, my heaving chest meeting his, our skin salty and slick with the sweat of exertion. Liam gently stroked my hair as we tried to get our breath back, and that just made it all the more perfect.
Finally, I pushed myself upright and looked down at my lover, as exhausted and spent as I was. He was smiling just as widely.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his face beaming.
I beamed right back. “And you’re incredible.”
“Right back at you.”
With a lazy kick at the floor, Liam sent a nearby swivel chair spinning, making me giggle in startled joy. We stood up, and I saw the stadium laid out below us; the perfect setting.
“What a view.”
“Just what I was thinking,” murmured Liam as he leaned down and kissed my breasts.
“Oh, very funny…” I stiffened. “Oh, shit.”
On the far side of the stadium I saw three men in security uniforms enter, running quickly across the grass, no doubt heading for the stairs that led up to the announcer’s booth.
“Any chance one of them is your friend Reg?”
Liam looked up. “Nope.”
It seemed unfair that anyone who had gone through such a physically draining—in the best possible way—night as we had, should be asked to do anything more taxing than lie back and think about how wonderful life was…and we definitely shouldn’t be asked to get dressed at high speed and bolt down a flight of stairs.
”In here!” Liam hissed, opening the door to a broom closet. He was still smiling and I realized that I was too; the excitement of the situation and the pleasure of being in it with Liam still affecting me.
We crouched like naughty teenagers in the darkness of the closet, keeping still and trying hard not to giggle. We heard the sound of pounding feet going past, up towards the announcer’s booth.
“Come on!” Liam finally whispered, his tone laced with urgency.
We ducked out and pelted down the stairs as fast as our feet would carry us until we were outside the stadi
um again, where we burst into peals of laughter, falling back against the wall and laughing till we cried, till our sides hurt, until we fell against each and kissed.
“I’ll take you back to your hotel,” Liam whispered, finally breaking away from our embrace. “Just one stop first.”
At the duty security guard’s hut, Liam knocked on the door and stuck his head in. “Thanks, Reg.”
“Oh no, Mr. Croft,” replied the elderly man who sat within, watching a bank of CCTV screens. “Thank you.”
“Um…is there a security camera in the announcer’s booth?” I asked as we made our way back towards the carpark.
Liam rubbed his chin. “I’m starting to think there might be.”
I considered this for a moment. I should’ve been mortified, and yet I wasn’t. Not at all. “Well, if that’s the case, then he could’ve thanked me as well!” I said.
We started laughing again and our mirth continued until we reached a black motorbike parked in the player’s section of the carpark.
“Liam?”
“Yeah?”
There was something that I needed to say, needed him to know. “I’ve never done anything like that before, but I don’t regret it. Not one bit.”
Liam beamed. “That’s the best part of this evening, hearing you say that. Not that there weren’t other good parts but…I’m glad.”
Perched on the back of Liam’s bike a moment later, I watched early morning London roll by. The city never stopped, never slept, never even slowed. People just kept on. I knew there were others out there right now who’d spent the night enjoying adventures of their own, maybe even adventures that bore comparison to the one Liam and I had enjoyed. But I would’ve bet everything I owned and every last cent in my bank account that there was no one out there who was as purely happy as I was right now.
All too short a time later, Liam dropped me at my hotel. We kissed goodnight—not the passionate kiss of earlier, but a more familiar and content embrace. Something had changed between us, as exciting in its own quiet way as nearly being caught having sex in a football stadium.
