His eyes slipped over her, heavy and intent, reining back something she couldn't quite read.
"I'm like a kid in a candy store. I don't know what to do with you first."
Running her fingertip over his cheek, she nipped her lip. This one had an imagination, and she was more than ready to sample the entirety of the menu. She wasn't a little girl anymore. Far from it. It was time to answer her body like a woman. This slice of masculine perfection was exactly what she'd had in mind when she answered that match, and she didn't want to waste a second of their time together weighing options.
"Do what comes naturally."
She said it low and breathy, and it visibly spurned something in him, like a red cape drives a bull to rush forward towards its target. His mouth crushed against hers again, and she answered it with a growling moan, pressing herself hard against him, her core aching now, pulsing.
His kiss moved to her neck and she shivered at the feel of his velvet tongue along its length, the nip of his teeth tugging her earlobe, and the suction of his warm mouth. But then his hands moved to her breasts, where he ran his fingers lightly over the inky fabric of her cocktail dress, and desire dampened her panties in answer. The smoky, pink tips of her nipples tightened to points as he lowered his teeth to nip them through the black material.
Groaning, the pulse taking her sex matched the rhythm of her racing heart.
Hissing with pleasure when he wrapped his lips around them and sucked, licking and nipping her aureoles through the dress, her fingers slid into the dark gloss of his hair. Jackie's arms collapsed over his shoulders as he lowered his nipping, sucking and trailing a path to her abdomen as he reached beneath the hem of her dress. The heat of his hands seared her skin as they explored and ascended her thighs.
This man...
Her desire dripped as he caught the lace of her panties with his teeth and tugged them aside, his mouth covering her sex, making her moan gutturally in response.
Liam's wet, velvet tongue licked a stripe along her labia, slow and savoring at first before he licked her again, and then once more in succession. He spread her thighs wider when they made to tighten around his head, and his kiss continued its investigation of her most vulnerable place, his tongue now flicking the sensitive nub that pulsed and tightened as her hands gripped the elevator rail.
She was going to explode if he didn't ease up.
The way his tongue worshipped her, she had half a thought that that's exactly what he hoped to make her do. But she wanted more than just his tongue. Moaning against his intimate kiss, her hands traveled to his shoulders, and she tried to gesture him back up, but it only inspired him to suck her more wholly into his mouth.
Rebelling against her, he claimed her with insistence, savoring the taste of her with a relish that flushed her cheeks. Lusty and inflamed, his tongue followed the rhythm of her hips, and his hands rested there as she shook against him.
He was perfection.
His technique, that of a master.
Quaking against him, the pressure building up in her core teetered at the edge of her restraint, beating against her with a formidable insistence that powered its way throughout until she realized she was crying out and rocking against him – almost half out of her body with a pleasure she was only just learning existed.
Liam lapped her carefully then, as if taking careful note of how sensitive her pulsing nub must be before his kisses ascended her again, and his fingers replaced his mouth, this time exploring the impossible soft of her.
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and loosed it.
"I love the way you taste."
Desire knotted her core, and her eyelids grew heavy as he dipped a third finger inside of her, stroking the wet of her sex. Eyes slipping closed, her skin fevered as he pressed himself against her.
"I'm gonna to make this pussy mine, Jackie," he husked in her ear, sending lightning bolts of pleasure over the surface of her skin, feeding the renewed pulse of her pleasure point.
"What are you waiting for?"
She asked him breathily.
"Right now? I want to watch you moan while I finger fuck you. Is that alright?"
Swallowing her words, Jackie's eyes lifted lazily and locked with his. She nodded obeisantly, beyond turned on by the command he was taking and the way he was drawing everything out. She was a decided vixen for the night, but she was like a doll right now. His doll. A toy for his pleasure play.
Not for his shelf.
It was an utterly new experience for her. This level of intensity with a man. Before now, she'd known the fake bravado of boys playing the roles of men. Boys who knew maybe two erogenous zones on her body and over-played them with rough and uninspired fingers and tongues. This... was a magic she wasn't sure she could walk away from so easily.
And right now, she didn't want to think about how their night would end. She only wanted to elongate it, and juice it for every drop of ecstasy it could offer.
The way he looked at her, his eyes said he wanted the exact same thing.
"You like that?" He asked, taunting her.
His eyes steely and focused, Liam watched her like she was both an art and a mystery, like he wanted to take her apart, and see how she ticked. It was a massive turn on. He was burning hot but the fire was under his command, and the way he studied her, she was sure she'd soon be under his command, too.
"Your gorgeous when you come, Jackie. Like I have to rip the pleasure out of you before you're willing to submit."
His words dazzled her, almost sounding like the ramblings of a mad man ramping up to the next level of the game holding her captive. But it was a heady insanity, the sort she wanted to inspire in a man. The kind that would make it impossible for their bodies to forget one another when he finally fucked her and undid her, undoing himself in the process.
Hips circling his palm as he drove his fingers into the depths of her, thrusting against her g-spot, Jackie came, and came, and came again.
~
Parting from him for even five minutes was impossible, but when the elevator touched down to the lower level, he'd stopped to lean into the valet's ear and whisper something she couldn't quite make out.
The valet grinned and reached behind the cherry wood podium where he kept the keys, then slipped them into Liam's hand as Liam passed him a wad of bills in the other.
Liam led her to a limo parked at the back of the lot after that, and when she quirked a brow, he lifted a finger to his mouth and opened the door for her, gesturing her to slip in. He slid in alongside her, the rawness of his masculinity pulsing in the air as he clicked the door shut.
Jackie grinned when he turned his eyes to her.
"You came to our date in a limo?"
He gave her a cocky smile.
"I came in a Benz."
"So what are we doing?"
"Going to the East Tower."
Jackie's eyes widened.
Seriously?
"At... the top of the hill?"
Those suites asked several thousand a night.
Liam's lips covered hers before she could think to say another thing, and when the sound of the front door opening and closing signaled their driver had arrived, she deepened her kiss against him, twirling her tongue around his.
It was her turn to trail kisses from lips to neck to torso to thighs. And when she slid fully down to settle between his knees, her eyes met his, supplicant and thrumming with desire as her hands closed around the massive length of him.
Really, she had no idea how she was going to fit him anywhere, but desire coiled in her belly to taste him, and freeing him from his trousers she held his gaze as her lips slipped over the fevered head of his cock. Licking the faint salt and musk from his length, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, gently sucking as her mouth ascended and descended him.
He groaned as his fingers slipped into her hair, easing the up-do down to waterfall her shoulders in dark, wild gloss.
Liam was beaut
iful rapt in pleasure. So fucking gorgeous she nearly came again watching his bottom lip disappear beneath his teeth as her mouth gently ravaged him.
Her kiss was soft, tender, and deliberate, and her sex throbbed as she strained to inch her mouth farther down over his length, wild with want for him. She wanted to take all of him everywhere, and it was all she could do to keep her focus on just one thing.
Jackie reveled in his taste, the salt of him beading in answer as her tongue slipped over his, lapped him clean and drank him down.
He jerked in her mouth, his hips matching the rhythm of her slow-bobbing head, and she adjusted her knees as she leaned deeper forward. The head of him, fleshy and swollen, brushed her throat, and she moaned over him, vibrating pleasure along his length.
She felt a burst of triumph when he shivered, her inner thighs glazed as he moved in and out of her mouth. He groaned low, the writhing of his torso rippling in waves until he was pressing her head forward, impaling her mouth with the impossible fullness of him.
Moaning, Jackie answered him, thrilling in the build she could feel inching up his limbs until it crested at the base of him, making him even more stiff if that was even possible. Crying out, he shook as his cock jerked against her lapping tongue, his hips driving him into the deep of her mouth as he exploded in bursts of seed that Jackie ably swallowed, drinking all of him down as she'd imagined several times already that night – until he had nothing more to spend.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he gruffed, pulling her up to nip and kiss her mouth roughly, his hands cupping her breasts as he raised her to his mouth and teased her nipples again through her dress with bites just a hair over gentle, instantly hardening them to darts.
Groaning from her throat, Jackie hissed with pleasure when his fingers found her sex and split her wide again, and he brought her to the brink of orgasm with his hand when the car pulled to a stop.
"Come for me," he demanded, his voice low and insistent.
It was the strangest thing to be commanded to come, but her sex was already responding, answering him like an underling to her master. And his hand closed around the back of her neck as he pulled her close, kissing her roughly as the impossible heat of release built in waves that swallowed her and spun the essence of her around in circles, heady with desire as her passion burst forth, slow and hot like warmed honey, as her pussy said yes to his demands, and she came, rapturously. Again.
~
The old Jackie would have balked at the idea of giving head and being finger fucked in a limo that probably had a surveillance system and gave sure access to the driver if he decided he wanted to watch the show.
But she wasn't the old Jackie, anymore.
Even if she'd had the slightest doubt when she'd first embarked on this little adventure.
It was as if the universe answered her call, matching her with the sex-god guardian at the gate sent to initiate her into the tawdry world of raw intimacy that plunged her into sexual depths she didn't know existed.
Every glance he gave her dripped with sex, pulsed with need and the promise of a hunger that wouldn't be easily sated. It was all she could do to keep her wits about her as they entered the palatial East Tower, home to several celebrities she'd postered on her walls once upon a 'teen heart throb' loving time. Epicenter of the privileged.
She was overwhelmed with the luxury of it all.
That of his touch. The platinum-plated wall paneling and plush, sea foam carpeting. The lagoon at the lobby's center, where a man-made waterfall poured into waters that shone turquoise, clear to the bottom where several, Koi fish expensively ensured the place's feng shui was on the level.
Liam had held her hand when they'd entered, but as soon as he released her fingers, her body tensed reactively at the parting. She had to remind herself that this wasn't about emotions.
This was about empowerment.
She knew full well the road that emotions ended in, and she was done traveling those byways.
New path. New Jackie.
Maintain your head.
Still she couldn't help but celebrate the grace of his gait, the way he sauntered to the reception desk like a wild cat and dazzled the lotus-eyed, check-in girl without seemingly trying. She felt a twinge in her gut that shouldn't be there seeing how the girl looked at him, but she turned away from it. She was an old hat in the game of becoming hopelessly infatuated, and as a result, she knew all of the red flags.
Pre-emptive jealousy was one of them. Possessiveness another. Jackie was going to enjoy Liam tonight. She was going to bond her body with his with an intensity that few people knew, but she was going home after that. Whether that night or immediately in the morning, she was going to sacrifice him to a shrine in her memory.
There'd be no disappointments. No fitful hours waiting for him to call the next day and reassure her slut-fearing conditioning that he didn't consider her a whore. She was going to be completely uninhibited and unapologetic about it.
Her own woman.
Just as he was surely his own man. Neither of them owed one another a thing after tonight.
She steeled her gut when he made his way back to her, and pushed back against the voice that told her she was making the wrong decision. She could feel it gnawing at the edges of her consciousness, assuring her that it would be different with him.
But she knew that trick, too, and she wasn't about to let the "good angel" reassure her into complacent stupidity for the flimsy hope of "what might be." She was only concerned with what would be, once they made it to their room.
Liam
He was consumed with her already, still savoring her taste, relishing the feel of her lips on his, his mind replaying the way her eyes fucked him as she'd taken him into her mouth. His cock was on high alert around her, fevered with need to take her, to wrap the tight core of her around every inch. Frowning, he was struck with the thought that this could only end badly.
He'd fallen for a girl once. She'd been your stereotypical femme fatale. Yeah, she'd almost killed him with her intensity, and he couldn't let her go, even when he'd realized how poisonous she was. Liam had followed her to the edge of hell and actually peered into the abyss, considering free-falling in after her, but in the end, he'd learned something about himself.
Something that saved him from sacrificing everything about him that was worth holding onto: He knew how to break patterns, and she had been a pattern.
She'd been a beautiful, fuckable version of the archetype his mother had taught him to pine for, praying on some tortured, unconscious level to win her love and attention in return. She'd been the girl he could patch up, and send back into the wild, fix again when she came back, and then finally attempt to cage until she gnawed her way free of her binds and nearly bit his off hand in the process.
Liam had zero desire to be anyone's savior now. Shit, he'd barely saved himself. He was still working on that part actually. Being the punching bag for your mom's asshole boyfriends most of your teen life creates a monster that's hard to rein in when it's roused.
Liam fought everyday to keep it tethered. Whenever some asshole looked at him wrong, or he had to remind himself of the differences between over-reaction and the likelihood that someone had just gotten the sun in their eye and really wasn't trying to challenge his manhood.
You'd have thought stabbing a man thirteen times and nearly killing him would have sated the part of him that needed to prove he wasn't weak, but you'd be wrong.
Maybe that was because his mom had gotten back together with the bastard in the end, even after that worthless fuck beat his little brother bloody for "stealing" a cigarette. To add insult to injury, she'd utterly frozen Liam and Corey out of her life.
Clenching his jaw, he shook himself off of that line of thought, marveling at how just a glance from those gorgeous, onyx eyes relaxed a part of him he usually had to hit a punching bag at the gym to calm.
She had all the affect of a Tibetan mantra on a foul mood. Which was dangerous. She was too
good. Too close to something he'd surely become addicted to if he didn't find a way to erect some sort of barrier.
Because those eyes of hers, dark and innocent in the same beat, told him unequivocally that she wasn't here to join souls.
She was here to enjoy him
Physically.
And that had been all he'd set out to give her tonight, hadn't it?
Letting the door to their room close behind him, he reached out to cup her cheek and pulled her to him, dropping the room keys in the slot.
That kiss.
She kissed him liked her soul was in it, even if it wasn't, and it appealed to him on a level he couldn't talk down. Made him want more already, before he'd even had her. Maybe that was the greed in him. Maybe it was just fear.
The fear of loving something so hard you didn't think you could live without it, and coming to the very real conclusion that you'd have no choice if that thing didn't want to be kept in the "cage" of commitment.
Pulling back from her, he searched her eyes.
"How do you like the place?"
She grinned.
"I don't know. I haven't had a chance to look around."
He grinned back.
"Don't let me stop you."
He was paying a pretty penny for this because she was as top shelf as the experience he was giving her. Staying at the Dark Tower would have been corny, and Liam wasn't one to undervalue something or someone so obviously precious.
There was also the little matter of ego. He wanted to impress her memory with something a lesser man would be hard-pressed, or unwilling, to match. Fuck watching your wallet when you have a goddess in your line of sight.
A real man does everything he has to do to celebrate something fine with equally fine things.
No matter the cost.
He regretted the tug in his gut that told him, she might not give him the opportunity to spoil her more than once.
But fuck it.
He'd make the most of whatever time she'd give him.
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