“Good. I like you a lot.” She runs her fingers over every ridge of my abdomen in a way that simultaneously makes my muscles jump and gives me goose bumps.
My lips skim from her jaw just below her ear all the way down to her chin before moving up to capture her lips with mine. Her slender legs wrap around my hips like a vise, her hands wind their way around my neck, and we quickly lose ourselves in the passionate kiss. She’s incredible. Her tongue rubs against mine, and the taste of her lips, of her mouth, sends lust bursting through my system. I groan and curl one arm around her, reaching between her breasts with the other hand to unclasp her front bra closure with a dexterous flick of my fingers.
“This needs to come off you. Now.” I drag the straps down her arms and discard the bra. I nip at her chest and neck, sucking at her skin. With a breast in each hand, I test their weight and run the pad of my thumb over her nipples. I bring my mouth to her breast, swirling the peak with my tongue, making her moan from somewhere deep in her chest. Swiftly, my mouth switches sides, claiming the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Her back arches, and she throws her head back, fully giving herself over to me.
I revel in the idea that I’m capable of giving her so much pleasure and, at the same time, inspiring this level of trust. Gruffly, I murmur in her ear, “Lie back. Arms over your head.”
She complies with my request, and before she can do anything else, I unwrap her legs from my hips, positioning her with knees bent, her feet at the end of the counter. My hands run from her ankles up to her knees, and down the tops of her smooth thighs, only stopping when they reach her hips. She watches my every move from where she’s splayed out before me.
Holy fuck, there is a mostly naked woman on my kitchen island. My brain derails for a few seconds, the sexy-as-hell display making me forget what I’m doing for a moment. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this is how our date would end. But here we are, and I’m not nearly done yet.
I grip her panties and slide them down, only stepping back long enough to help her fully remove them. Bending at the waist, I lean close enough so my lips can graze along her abdomen. I flick at her belly button with my tongue, which makes her squirm, and ease back, pressing my palms on her inner thighs to spread her legs wide. The glistening pink skin of her pussy is on full display. Quinn is a feast for the eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”
A breathy little moan leaves her lips. Her face is flushed with a desire so keen I can’t torture either of us any longer. My hands slide toward the juncture of her legs, fingers exploring every inch of her. When my mouth covers the hood of her sex and I suck, teasing her clit with my tongue, her back bows right up off the granite.
“Oh God, Liam. Yes. Just like that.”
I smile against her swollen flesh and give her everything I have, licking every bit of her skin, nipping here and there, before sinking my tongue inside of her. She cries out almost like she’s in pain, but a quick glance tells me otherwise. Rapture is the only word that comes to mind. She’s off in another place, floating on a cloud of sensual gratification.
Her legs begin to twitch, and her breathing becomes shallow. Gripping her thighs just above the backs of her knees, I hold her legs, giving me a better angle. “Come on my tongue, baby.” I work her over, swirling my tongue around her clit and sucking hard.
“Liam,” she pants. “Just. Like. That.”
Another swipe of my tongue and she loses it, writhing against my mouth, the sounds of her release echoing around my kitchen.
Fuck, yes.
She lies there, unmoving for a few moments, her hands over her head, almost like she can’t believe what just happened. “Holy shit, Liam.”
I help her sit up and draw her naked body into my arms. She wraps her legs around me again, and I lift her off the island, taking quick strides back to my bedroom.
I deposit her on the center of the bed, climbing on after her. We both roll to our sides, facing each other. My fingers brush a few locks of hair away from her face, and when my hand comes to rest on her hip, my fingers squeeze into the flesh.
She smiles at me, leaning forward to nip at my chin. “What do you say we do this in a bed for once?”
I chuckle. “I don’t care where so long as I can have you.”
She pushes me on my back and hovers over me before giving me a soft, slow, seductive kiss. It takes everything I have not to rear right up off the bed when she takes my dick in her hand, calmly stroking me. She slides her thumb over the bead of moisture at the tip right before she completely surprises me by bending down and taking me into her mouth.
The feel of her lush lips circling the crown, her tongue licking me like my erection is a damn lollipop, is possibly the best thing ever. She stops for a moment just to give me a tiny smirk and a wink, but then takes me deep into her mouth. Her head bobs, and she swirls her tongue, pumping her hand at the base, effortlessly whipping me into wildness.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a woman’s mouth on me, and I feel out of control, half mad with it. “Fuck, baby, that feels so damn good.” My body shudders and jerks, and I wonder if this is all about to be over before we’ve even begun.
My eyes drift shut for a few seconds while I try to maintain some sense of control. A growl rumbles in my chest, which gets her full attention. The shine in her eyes lets me know that if her lips weren’t still wrapped around my cock, she’d be smiling. “Quinn.” My breathing is ragged. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her mouth slides off me with a pop and she smiles. “I like that idea.”
Chapter 18
Quinn
I’m feeling a little drunk on the power I had over Liam with his cock in my mouth. Knowing I’d just brought him right to the brink before he stopped me, feeling the way his body had tensed up, his muscles taut and under strain, tells me yep, this girl’s still got it.
Thinking I’m in complete control, I throw my leg over his waist to climb on top of him, but he catches it and tosses me onto my back. I laugh out a little shriek at the surprise of it. But then his mouth clamps down on my nipple, and suddenly nothing seems funny at all. He nudges his way between my thighs and lines up with my entrance before driving inside me in one possessive stroke.
He’s bigger than I’m used to and the initial entry takes my breath away, just like it had the first two times we’d been together. After a few seconds, my body adjusts, accommodating him. I pant softly as I curl towards him, tilting my hips to allow him deeper.
He groans, and because his mouth is still teasing my nipple, the vibration it causes sends a swift rush of heat right to my center. I’m so wet I can practically hear it with every stroke into me. My face heats, and I whimper, my body suddenly out of control. He’s got me wound up, and everything he’s doing feels so good I think I might just melt like an ice cream cone on a hot day. I need to come. I’m right on the razor’s edge, hovering, knowing it’s. Right. There.
Liam slows, edging back, grasping my legs. His muscles ripple and flex, on full display as he continues. In. Out. In. Out. I swallow and try to breathe normally. I can’t. I claw at the sheets as the pressure builds.
His brows lift. “Tell me what you need.”
My eyes lock on his. “Touch me,” I gasp.
His fingers find my clit and rub for no more than five seconds before I teeter and fall, the orgasm rushing through me like white lightning.
Before I’ve even had a chance to recover, Liam settles his body over mine, stealing another hot kiss and all my breath.
I’m being consumed by him. And I love it.
My hands grip his ass and urge him to take me faster. No words are needed between us as he powers into me, fucking the daylights out of me. With a rough groan he pushes deep, throws his head back, and comes hard.
Oh, man. That was satisfying as hell.
A while later, we’re lying in the bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, my leg casually draped across his. He’s got one arm around my waist, securing me
to him, and his fingers drift up and down my side in lazy strokes.
“So, you’ve told me that you live with your mom. How’d that happen?”
I shift my head so our eyes meet. Time for pillow talk. I don’t know if I’m good at this part. “Well, I moved into an apartment after college for several years, but with everything Mom has to do with the bakery, and then the trouble she’s having with arthritis in her wrist, it just made sense to move in and help her.”
His fingers continue their hypnotic movements, and I close my eyes, thinking maybe that’s it. But then, Liam clears his throat. “You don’t talk about your dad.”
I immediately tense.
“Sorry, is that a question in the no zone?”
I wrinkle my nose and glance up at him. “‘The no zone’?”
“You know. Stuff you don’t like to talk about.”
“Oh. Um. It’s not a no, I just,”—I shake my head against his chest—“don’t talk about him a lot. He married my mom when she got pregnant with me, but ended up cheating on her. He was screwing some other lady right under Mom’s nose. Even had her at the house once.” My breath stutters. “Mom doesn’t know I remember that, so please don’t say anything. She ended up kicking him out and they divorced. I was about four when that all went down.”
“Shit. That’s awful.” He tightens his arm around me, kissing my forehead. “I think I understand the parking lot panic episode a lot better, though.”
“Yep. I was freaking. I’d never have forgiven myself if I was party to something like that. I’ve often wondered if the woman my dad was with understood she was breaking up a family. If she even cared.”
Liam doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I can’t help but fill the silence. “Sorry. I suck at pillow talk.”
He rasps, “Don’t be silly. Pillow talk isn’t necessarily about all the sweet stuff. To me, it’s about the connection created, especially when you share things with someone that no one else knows.”
“Very wise, Liam.”
“I do have a few years on you.”
My fingers trace the ripples of his muscular abdomen. “I wouldn’t have known it based on your stamina. You’re doing just fine.”
Laughter erupts from his lips as he rolls toward me, then kisses me soundly on the lips. “I can’t help it. I have to keep up with this amazing woman who wandered into my cider mill and turned my life upside down.”
I catch the side of my lip between my teeth. “I guess that’s the truth, huh?”
“It is.” He kisses me senseless.
I wake up sometime in the early hours of the morning in a strange bed with a warm body wrapped around mine. My lips tip into a soft smile. Liam makes me feel good. Like he wants to take care of me as much as I want to take care of him. That’s not something I’ve found in past relationships. Maybe the ability to be there for someone else comes with age and experience for a man?
Or maybe it’s just who Liam is.
I’m still not quite sure why Becky and Liam didn’t work out, but I don’t want to question it, as I wouldn’t be lying here in his bed, otherwise.
I reach for my phone, which I’d managed to grab in between rounds two and three when we’d stopped touching each other long enough to go to the kitchen for water and a snack. Opening my texts, I pull up the group text we’ve had going since way back in December. Sometimes I scroll back through it just because my friends make me laugh so hard. They don’t disappoint this time, either.
Hadleigh: Lover girl! How was the big date?
Sophia: Had, you crack me up.
Sophia: But yeah, Q. How was it?
Piper: I bet she’s busy. After all, it’s not like they hadn’t DTD already …
Zoey: DTD?
Madison: Done the deed.
Zoey: Oh!
There’d been a slight pause in conversation according to the timestamps before they’d resumed with fervor.
Hadleigh: Oh, right. You’re waiting for me.
Hadleigh: It’s not as if he hadn’t already put his P in her V.
Hadleigh: Gone to pound town.
Hadleigh: Or maybe it was a Netflix and chill kind of night?
Piper: OMG, someone stop her.
Zoey: Wow, just wow.
Madison: I’m over here giggling like a teenager.
In an attempt not to wake Liam, I stifle a laugh, hand over my mouth. I’d better respond or they’ll keep going.
Me: I’m here. Calm your tits.
Hadleigh: Yes! Where’s here?
Me: Is that your sneaky way of asking if I’m with Liam?
Madison: You KNOW that’s what it was, no sneaky about it.
Sophia: Good morning, girls.
Sophia: So? Are you?
I love to mess with them.
Me: Am I what?
Piper: If you ladies are going to wake me up at six on a Saturday, there’d better be some juicy gossip.
Zoey: I think they did it. Again.
Me: You’d be right. I’m still at his place.
Zoey: No Olivia?
Me: Nope. She’s with Becky until Sunday.
Madison: How often does that happen?
Me: Just once a month.
Hadleigh: You’d better wake him up and get to it, then.
Me: Just because you and Sawyer are humping like wild animals doesn’t mean everyone is.
Hadleigh: I get Vitamin D on the daily, yes.
Sophia: Q, I dare you to deny that you didn’t just fuck like bunnies all night.
Madison: OMG.
Zoey: OMG.
Piper: See, THIS is enough to wake me up. So?
Me: Hippity Hop.
Me:
Hadleigh: Yaaaasssss, girl!
I hunch over my phone, trying not to laugh. Apparently I’m no good at that.
From behind me, Liam’s rough morning voice grits out, “What’s so funny?”
I partially let out a giggle, still trying to hold it in. “Sorry. Just the girls.”
“Ah. You ladies and your girl talk. You just saw them two nights ago. What else could there possibly be to talk about already?”
“Uh. Duh.”
“Duh?”
“You, Liam.”
He circles my body with his arms, dragging my back flush with his front. “Me?” His hand cups one of my breasts, then squeezes before drifting down over my stomach and between my legs where he begins to touch me.
I nod, shivering. Molten desire flows through me. “Yes. Women talk.”
His hand slides from between my legs, and I pout, glancing over my shoulder at him. His eyes are dark and stormy as that same hand skims over my hip, grips my ass cheek for a brief second, then strokes my sex from behind. “You’re so fucking wet. Does that feel good?”
I mumble, “Yes,” semi-incoherently and scoot my ass back to give him better access. I don’t know whether it was the texting about sex with Liam, thinking about it, or that his hands are on me now, but I’m drenched and ready for him as he pumps two fingers inside me. He has me moaning in no time, my body straining for more from him. “Please, Liam. I want you inside me.”
Chapter 19
Liam
The head of my cock enters her, setting off a barrage of sparks throughout my body, and when I push all the way in, I burst into flames. She grinds against me as I power into her, my hands on her hips, fingers sinking down into the skin. My mouth finds a sensitive spot at the side of her neck that makes her moan like a siren when I kiss it. My tongue flicks out, savoring the taste of her skin.
We’re a writhing mass of need and desire, moving as one. I’ve never had it this good. Never been so in tune with someone else, mind, body, or soul. Never.
And, yes. I’m aware I was married for sixteen years. I’d feel badly about it, except … no. Nope, I’ve never felt like this before.
I lift her leg, opening her more fully to me. The way she arches back to take more of me blows my fucking mind. I reach around, my fingers finding her cli
t and rub in deft, quick strokes. Her entire body shakes, then her pussy pulses around my cock. She’s so responsive to me, I want to throw my arms up in victory every time I get her there. It’s the sweetest reward to watch Quinn come undone because of how I make her feel.
I continue to stroke into her, and each time, I claim her again and again as my own until I can’t hold back any longer and empty myself inside her. “Quinn,” I breathe, my heart racing. “Fuck, that was a good way to wake up.”
Relaxing later that morning feels like a daydream, like I’m living another life. We talk about anything and everything from her strange affinity for reality TV to my collection of vintage baseball cards. We swap stories about high school and college. I answer all of her questions on how the cider mill came to be, and she tells me more about working at the school. I don’t think I ever talked this much to Becky when we were dating. Come to think of it, that should have been a clue. But come on. How was I supposed to have known? She was my first serious girlfriend, and we hadn’t intended to get pregnant.
Still, Olivia is worth all those years of my life spent in a marriage that wasn’t working.
We’re still talking clear into the late morning, making plans to cook dinner together later tonight, when we finally each realize we may have to go our separate ways for a little while.
“I’ve got to change and get over to the bakery. Mom will likely need help. We’re usually pretty busy between twelve and four.”
I nod. “I should drop by work and check on how things are going. We have a hundred-person wedding reception tomorrow night.”
Quinn, wearing only her panties and one of my T-shirts, climbs onto my lap, straddling me. “Okay. So, reconvene here at … six, maybe? Should I run to the grocery store, or do you have stuff?”
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